As Ebony approached the large door to the castle in which her, master was in, she notice a Asia girl standing outside of the door. She was very short which made her age hard to guess. She stood in a very short brown yet ragged looking dress that looked to be torn.
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Things to Come
Once there was a young girl named Lee. She was not very attractive, and not very nice. she olny had three friends in the whole world, none of which she could really count on. There was Marie, who seemed to only be interested in her own happiness, Jean who didnt care about anything but herself,… Continue reading Things to Come
elena chapter 2
I followed the small- not young- girl. He must have been close to eighteen or nineteen, but still I was amazed at her resemblance to that character. I read vampire books, lots of them. For one of them to be even slightly real was beyond comprehension. It was kind of a neat idea though.
If I Were On The Outside…
If I were on the outside looking in, I’d see a cheerful child with no fears in the world. Someone who could conquer anything you put before her.
A lost girl
This is about a young girl named Jade. She was a goth girl. She was definetly one of those people that everyone turns to look at when they walk down the street. She seemed to have no friends, never with anyone, never talking. Her parents had been murdered years before and left her nothing.
Evil Secret
This pain inside – ripping, tearing, destroying me, Like love or hate this mortal shell connot contain it. Nowhere to go – only the dark place So I lie in this dirty corner and haemorrage on myself.
the woman you want me to be
I can’t be the woman you want me to be I’m sorry for the confusion, I’m not the same girl you knew years ago she was just an illusion.
A strangers hold
As a continuation of a small story I submitted to Darkness.com awhile back, I decided to post the rest here http://fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=889487&chapter=1
Sonnet 77
King Nothing Life, not worth living without mine own love, Death, noth worth dying if my love hath stayed, My life is fleeting like that of a dove, The light of my life has begun to fade.
Taste the Wime
January 17, 1998 Today is the day the world becomes a hell. No living creature should live without a full on hit of torchure.