Chapter 1:
"John! How could you? He's your son! You cannot just disown him!" A blond woman ran at John and hurled herself at him. I gasped. John grabbed her by the throat and watched as she struggled for air. He then smiled and threw her limp form against the wall where she collapsed and ceaced to move.
I clenched my fist, my sharp (painted) nails dug into my sensitive skin. Tears filled my eyes and I struggled to see clearly.
John turned back to his son, "I am not your real father!" The boy backed up against the cabinet behind him with fear in his eyes and John advanced apon him.
Tears trickled down my cheeks but I kept watching. The image on the screen froze and a sentence appeared beneath it.
To be continued...
I took a gulp of air and let it out slowly before wiping the tears from my face.
"Stacey...its just a soap opera! Why do you get so worked up?"Jace, my boyfriend, said rubbing my shoulders.
"Come on! I so didn't expect that! Eric was supposed to be inlove with Jessica but then he murdered her while his father John is a serial killer who after all is not his real father!" I tucked my legs under me as I shifted on the couch I shared with Jace.
"Why can't you just be like all the other girls and cry while watching Grey's Anatomy or Desperate Housewives?" he ran his fingers through his curly black hair and gave her a sly smile.
I frowned up at him, "I thought you liked me because I was different?"
He sighed exasperatedly, "'course I do, you know I do but you getting teared up everytime which watch this show is ridiculous!"
I got up and grabbed my jersey from the floor, "Well I'm late for work so I'll see you tonight." I walked towards the door with Jace's groan behind me, "Stacey..." but I didn't hear the rest, I was already gone and that's the last time I saw him. Jace I mean.
To tell the truth I like watching soap operas. Fine I know that they were made for people with no life and stuff but I can't help it. Plus what else can I watch? Horrors look so fake to me - all the screaming and fake blood. Romance movies remind me off all the trouble i have with my boyfriend, sorry - ex-boyfriend, and comdies...well I've seen all the comedies.
Now you're probably wondering why I never saw Jace again, right? Well nothing tragic happened, he wasn't killed by Eric nor did I dump him...I just never went home after that. I left my flat to go to work not knowing that I would never return. Sounds spooky doesn't it? I think its sad. Jace was pretty sweet. I bet he still thinks about me, is constantly worried about he and he probably feels guilty. Well I can't help that because when I got to work I got a phone call. It was urgent and I had to answer it because...well it was from my mum. Something had happened to my brother.
Okay, maybe we should back up a bit and I can tell you from the start. I'm Indian. I come from one of those ancient Indian tribes with all those stories and weird names. The tribe is now in a forest near the biggest Volcano in America. Well, you're probably thinking why there is a tribe living in a forest when the world is so modern. Well, the tribe refuses to change and still believes in ancestors and all those. I know - ridiculous right? Well I didn't think so three years ago. I was still part of and was been taken care of my grandmother who was the witch doctor of the clan. My true name was 'Water Lily'. Lame, I know but its true. I stayed there as I didn't know of the outside world but then Eddy came. My first boyfriend back then. He showed me amazing things and we ran away together.
I've never spoken to my family or from anyone of the tribe since and Eddy ditched me a few months into our relashionship. Yup. He ditched me but I refused to go back. To go back to no electricity? No television and my soap operas? No way - you can forget it. I started a whole new life and loved it but then my stupid brother had to disapper. Great. I can't believe I have to go back. This truly sucks!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
No w@y: so rand0m!!!
OMG!!!!
Okay - figure this!! I just found out that ecstasy (the drug) caused the evolution of house, techno, hardstyle, trance and dance music!! How weird is that?? We love and listen 2 music which originated from druggies [no offense].
Its just a really weird thought haha.....hmmmmm..........
Okay - figure this!! I just found out that ecstasy (the drug) caused the evolution of house, techno, hardstyle, trance and dance music!! How weird is that?? We love and listen 2 music which originated from druggies [no offense].
Its just a really weird thought haha.....hmmmmm..........
A $h0rt story 1 wr()te...
Hi again ;)
So I like reading books, no I love it!! The different world, the adventures - everything you wanna be but can't.
Now i've actually written a book and want to get it published - the problem is that I dunno how and who to contact also I dunno how people would respond to it. Can you maybe take the time to just read the prolouge and comment and what you think of it?????
Book Title: Undefined
Prologue:
Barefoot, a girl carefully walked down the steps and stood in the middle of an unnervingly quiet room, shivering.
Something had brought her here and she was determined to find out who or what.
She searched her surroundings only to be disappointed - then came the pain, pain that burned like fire rushing through her veins. Tears filled her eyes but she was determined not to cry. But still fear grew inside of her, threatening to take control of all her senses.
Breathing heavily, she tried to scream but no sound came out from her dry lips. The tattoo on the left side of her neck turned vivid black instantly and burnt even deeper into her already pale skin. Small droplets of blood trickled down her back, soaking her white gown.
Suddenly the fear overwhelmed her and she tried to run. Anywhere, she didn’t care.
As long as it’s away from here.
She turned, desperately looking for a way out.
The girl slipped and sprawled across the floor. Not giving up she began to rise but was too weak. Bracing herself, she gave in and sank down to the cold floor.
The last thing she saw through her watery eyes was a woman who looked like she was made out of mist.
An angel.
The woman was beckoning to her speaking wordlessly but the girl was already too deep and couldn’t make her way out to her.
The last of her strength left her and the girl collapsed lost in her own, unbearable sanity.
Thanx :D
So I like reading books, no I love it!! The different world, the adventures - everything you wanna be but can't.
Now i've actually written a book and want to get it published - the problem is that I dunno how and who to contact also I dunno how people would respond to it. Can you maybe take the time to just read the prolouge and comment and what you think of it?????
Book Title: Undefined
Prologue:
Barefoot, a girl carefully walked down the steps and stood in the middle of an unnervingly quiet room, shivering.
Something had brought her here and she was determined to find out who or what.
She searched her surroundings only to be disappointed - then came the pain, pain that burned like fire rushing through her veins. Tears filled her eyes but she was determined not to cry. But still fear grew inside of her, threatening to take control of all her senses.
Breathing heavily, she tried to scream but no sound came out from her dry lips. The tattoo on the left side of her neck turned vivid black instantly and burnt even deeper into her already pale skin. Small droplets of blood trickled down her back, soaking her white gown.
Suddenly the fear overwhelmed her and she tried to run. Anywhere, she didn’t care.
As long as it’s away from here.
She turned, desperately looking for a way out.
The girl slipped and sprawled across the floor. Not giving up she began to rise but was too weak. Bracing herself, she gave in and sank down to the cold floor.
The last thing she saw through her watery eyes was a woman who looked like she was made out of mist.
An angel.
The woman was beckoning to her speaking wordlessly but the girl was already too deep and couldn’t make her way out to her.
The last of her strength left her and the girl collapsed lost in her own, unbearable sanity.
Thanx :D
Tru+h...h@ha
Heyo =]
I've noticed that people take life way too seriously and I've determined - that I'm one of those people. You're either studying, working, cooking, and when you'r not doing any of those you're thinking. Haha - that's when the trouble begins. You think too much about unimportant things, you try to decifer and lay everything out so that you feel more in control. Cuz the truth is - its scary. Its scary to live and face reality, its scary to stand out and to be yourself. You see??? That's where we go wrong.
Now the answer is....wait for it......to be random!!!! Sounds dumb doesn't it??? The weirdest part is that its actually fun. To talk with your friends about something....unimportant. To ACTUALLY laugh! Random can mean anything - from making up hippy names with your friends to making fun of people's rumours.
Truth be told people are ugly and if you're stuck in the past, stuck with what they say/said about you, still trying to fit in then you're long gone. You're missing the point. Okay - so now you notice the problem. You're gonna fix it right??? I try, you try.....but it tell the truth its easier to give advice than to do it no matter how right you are. But all you can do is try, what have you got to loose???? Everything? That's nothing to everyone else.
Cheers xx :P
I've noticed that people take life way too seriously and I've determined - that I'm one of those people. You're either studying, working, cooking, and when you'r not doing any of those you're thinking. Haha - that's when the trouble begins. You think too much about unimportant things, you try to decifer and lay everything out so that you feel more in control. Cuz the truth is - its scary. Its scary to live and face reality, its scary to stand out and to be yourself. You see??? That's where we go wrong.
Now the answer is....wait for it......to be random!!!! Sounds dumb doesn't it??? The weirdest part is that its actually fun. To talk with your friends about something....unimportant. To ACTUALLY laugh! Random can mean anything - from making up hippy names with your friends to making fun of people's rumours.
Truth be told people are ugly and if you're stuck in the past, stuck with what they say/said about you, still trying to fit in then you're long gone. You're missing the point. Okay - so now you notice the problem. You're gonna fix it right??? I try, you try.....but it tell the truth its easier to give advice than to do it no matter how right you are. But all you can do is try, what have you got to loose???? Everything? That's nothing to everyone else.
Cheers xx :P
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Qu1cK r!DDle
Riddle: 44 33 555 7
-These are the words that cry out loud
-These are the words which are deep inside
-These are the words you have to find
-Try to do it, but don’t loose your mind
-You’ll find the answer on something you know
-It’s on something you use and never let go
-It will take you a while to figure it out
-I just hope you understand what it’s about
-I will not tell you if it is right or wrong
-Even though this word is not very long
-You’ll have to send it to me when you’re done
-Go on, try it, it might be fun
-These are the words that cry out loud
-These are the words which are deep inside
-These are the words you have to find
-Try to do it, but don’t loose your mind
-You’ll find the answer on something you know
-It’s on something you use and never let go
-It will take you a while to figure it out
-I just hope you understand what it’s about
-I will not tell you if it is right or wrong
-Even though this word is not very long
-You’ll have to send it to me when you’re done
-Go on, try it, it might be fun
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