Photos of Rememberence

I need to get out of here. But there were still three more classes I needed to go to. My mother would let me skip on them given the way my life is right now but it was only the first day. I need to get a grip on myself.

I was with her since ninth grade; it would be four if she ‘d stayed…

No. Stop. Don’t think.

I was out on the open field in the front of the school. I trudged out on the grassy hills and passed dying trees, as they were getting ready for winter. This was going to be my coldest winter. Christmas will never hold joy again.

I took deep breaths and took out a paper and pen from my fraying backpack. I scribbled, doodled, sketched I had no experience with drawing and I sure didn’t have the talent either but it kept my mind busy.

to be continued

I feel a story coming on

Walking though the double doors of Sand Storm High School. Home of the Dirt Devils of Gunther,Nevada. After the long hot summer of fun for others as for myself; I sat at home trying to keep my world from going upside down.
"Hey, Ty." called my friend Steven Tided trotting toward me. I grimaced in greeting and looked down the hall longing for my locker.
From the corner of my eyes I could see Steven look me over as pity crossed his face he patted my shoulder. "You holding in there bud?"
I shrug him off lightly and remained silent. I was afraid if I did answer I would shatter. Just remembering she is not here; not this year.
Steven nodded solemnly "Are you sure you want to be at school today?"
I stiffly walked to my locker; Steven lagged behind. Its my senior year of course I'm going to stick it out even though I felt like I was slowing fading to nothing.
"You got to talk it out sometime, ya know?" Steven commented shyly.
I turned my head sharply to him, I knew he could see what was in my face; he imminently looked at his feet but it didn't stop him from continuing.
"Its been five months right?"
I slammed my locker shut walking off to my first class gulping back the tears.
i sat in the back of my photography class looking out the window. i forgot to bring something to keep my mind busy as my mind unwillingly slipped into the memories.
      Waking to the phone call in the mist of night; a crying voice as it told me my love was gone; she was  gone...
i jumped in my seat as the statically fake bell rang for the start of first day of school. though i think it should of ended that morning in April. Mrs. Mckracken began roll into introduction of herself and what she what she would like to do this year to the passing out of discloser documents, thankfully no homework.
I'm so sorry Ty she's gone.... i flinched.
at the end of class i headed to the next and the next and the next. before i really cared to notice it was lunch time. People who called me their friend are going to want me to speak to them and how my summer was.
Hell-ish. You tell me how to take a summer like mine.
"Yo, man! Over here!" Steven waved me over to an already over crowed table. "This is my buddy Ty Welter! He is awesome! Tina you should get to meet him." Ah Steven showing me off to the new girls that transferred here; like that would change anything.
he mumbled to me "I'm sorry about earlier; try to be nice?"
I couldn't deal with this. I stood up said some mess about needing to do something walked away from everything.

Last Minute Part 2

Maybe I had killed him, if his spirit is haunting me; though a ghost would not be able to grip me as roughly as Robert was now.
He tilted his head down planting a kiss upon the freezing skin of my neck and inhaling deeply.
"My sweet Violet." He softly murmured.
Tears began welling up in my eyes, how I thought I would never hear his gentle voice again saying my name with love.
An image sliced through this reunion of seeing Robert to the Robert I saw only.. Oh goodness only an hour ago? Its felt like days! with his head slack to the side neck exposed to a hunk of his flesh being ripped across his throat;his blood pouring like a fountain.
I recoiled from his touch fearing and hoping it was a dream. His hand left my mouth; I whipped around to try and see him.
I felt his neck frantically but it was perfect wait, almost perfect there was however ,a thin scar; where in my graphic memory is where he had been injured.
"Violet." He whispered placing his hand upon hers'.
It was here when my legs gave out from beneath. Robert held me fast as I began to fall while bawling in rejoice of him being alive and of the stress of the evening that followed to this moment.
He hushed me as he bowed over picking me up in his arms and walked away from this dark hell-ish night of my life.

last minute

The roar of angry mobs rushing at the heels of my feet; panting and clawing through the woods in the inky black night.
She wasn’t what they thought she was:
Not a vampire! No I didn’t kill my love Robert!
Grief flooded through my veins but I can’t let it overwhelm me; my hair a gnarled mess as they are caught in branches, my dress in tatters from the clawing thorns in the brush. If only the snapping twigs could have no sound I may have a chance to escape the misunderstanding towns people.
The trees broke open into upon a small lake. New moon night, still black glass like surface but the shushing of the water stop me before going head long into it.
My breath barely coming in my lungs, heart pounding almost hurting; the mob has been lost for now best to try and catching strength.
A hand clamped over my mouth and hushed me in my ear. “Be calm.” My deep voice whispered
That voice…Robert?!

A Story at the Top of My Head

Pale early morning streaking though the curtain into the master quarters to reveal the nest of black luminescent hair peeking out from under the lush fabric covers.

It was the pre-dawn much too early then usual for Joelle Granada to arise. She pushed aside the layers of cloth and groaned; stretching her arms above her head and yawning dramatically.

She placed her bare feet upon the cool mahogany wooded floor shuffling along to her dressing cabinet, taking off her nightgown and replaced it with a deliciously dark plum dress and treading boots.

Sleepily she walked down into the kitchen where it was bustling along with cooks and servants that have most likely been awake since three in the morning. The aroma breakfast of buttermilk pancakes and brewing tea; making Joelle’s mouth water.

“Good Moring Ms. Granada up then normal this morning? Did you not sleep well?” boomed the deep voice of the cook Chef Helter. The tall round man loomed over her small frame handing her a small loaf of bread with a slice of white-cheddar cheese wrapped up in a dishrag.

It was code something that she and the cook had discussed if she told him she did sleep well she was still going to go so he would know what to do next. But knew why she didn’t sleep very well.

“I did sleep well thank you.” She murmured uncertain of what was just about to become of her.

Chef Helter nodded once; his eyes giving his emotion of really caring for Joelle. She truly grateful to have a good colleague as Helter but no more time could be wasted; for the break of day was approaching, leading away, out the door to the open chilled air.

Free Write II

"What have you done now?!" growled a gravely male voice. He was six feet tall and hawked over as Hakan barged into the sweltering cabin, caring the young girl in his arms then placing her on there ratty, worn orange couch.
     The wooden cabin sporting a large living room with a roaring fireplace to a squat kitchen and two small bed rooms. Haken had know this house when it was just barely trees and made it into his home once he had  returned here three decades later.
"I haven't done anything, she is exhausted and would of died if I had left her in the snow." Hakan stated pulling off his light-weight black jacket tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
"Here we go again!" the man exasperated threw up his hands making his treebark-brown hair toss about. "We can't have this; its going to end up like the last girl and I have to clean up your mess." He started to step toward the girl; Hakan swiftly stood in between them.
"Stop, Shade!" Haken commanded harshly
"She's Fallen, fool! You got into her life and now she is lost in your allure. I won't let you go doing this because of your foolishness a second time!" Shade hissed his deep ever-green eyes narrowing.
"I haven't! she isn't lost!" Hakan snarled but relaxed his stance and paced over to the ebbing fire. "not yet... not now." he mumbled softly staring aimlessly into the coals.
Shade approached the limp figure placing his hand upon her forehead. "Then her soul in your possession will soon have no choice." He whispered softly; he turned, opened the door, galling wind sent a shiver of cold to the room and marched into the night. Leaving Hakan with his mistake and guilt.

New stories!

Do you remember your dreams?
I've been thinking for quite some time about  how I came about writing. Its been interesting for it was from my dreams or of over thought patterens.
        but the clips of stories have been of starts and stops or in the middle; hence why people of like my writing for they read the action pack center.
        As of late I've been having very vivid dreams of action or deep conversation. I have found that i can build stories from simple windows of imagenation. Also day-dreaming has become something new. I think more deeply of how i can continue the spark of that one sence but its not getting anywhere...well i've been jorunaling my dreams that i've remembered so clearly.
Here is what has been happening:

Chapter One of Alteration

*This is the continuation of The Moonlight is Dimming but I have changed the title*

First day of work

“Welcome, Scott to Animal Savior; you start today!!” announced a brunette receptionist  brightly. “Congratulations!”  Scott Bickler smiled knowingly

“Dr. Churchill will show you around.” She waved her hand toward the hall where a man in a white lab coat came walking up; His light brown hair reflected off the florescent lights above. 

“Shall we?” Churchill asked before briskly turning around walking back down the tiled floor; Scott hurriedly walked after him.

The hall ways were as if a labyrinth all the halls and doors looked identical. The doors were a light pastel green with a small window in the middle accompanied by a clip board hanging underneath them. The walls held a white with dark green square pattern wallpaper. There were about 12 doors, evenly spaced, in each stretch of corridor.

“I’m Brad Churchill; call me Dr. Churchill.” Churchill finally spoke looking over at Scott with his intense hazel eyes

“I’m Dr. Bickler.” He replied unflinching. They turned to another hall that had powder blue doors with no windows or clipboards but little black boxes aside the doorknobs.

“Dr. Bickler, you understand our work here at this facility?” they passed door after door little silver plaques with black numbers A-45; next door A-46.

“We help disabled animals. DNA Genetic Alternator is to for example: help a paralyzed dog with our new technology to walk again.” Scott answered without hesitation.

“Correct. You understand that you are now in a state of pure confidentiality while working here?” Churchill pressed.

“Yes of course.” They finally stopped in front of a door A-50 Churchill swiped his identification card into the black box. Lifting it up the door beeped and the click of the lock moving aside and opened the door.

Scott gasped it was a room he had never seen before. It had rows upon rows of tables with the latest technology: microscopes, DNA scanners, RNA monitors, computers and projector screens; many hard working G.A.’s looked and typed any minor detail in the gene that needed to be used and characterized in their notebook laptops.

Churchill and Scott pasted by all these tables down into another room similar to a dorm community kitchen and rest area.  And standing right in front of him was a door with a plaque announcing like a poster: Dr. S. Bickler D.N.A. G.A. PhD.

A grin spread across Scotts’ face a feeling of absolute wholeness seeing his name placed like that, the title, he had been working for this his whole life. He looked over at Dr. Churchill; he nodded for Scott to use his identification card in the slot to open his door. The indicator beeped. Scott turned the handle to behold his new professional work space; it was almost like Christmas to him.

“This is your office: Everything in here should be efficient for your work but there is also the general room with addition technology, the common area you are welcome to use at any time and you can take as long as you like on your assignment for we do what the best possible result.”

Scott sat in the roller black chair behind is massive mahogany desk with his new Notebook laptop. The room was big enough to park a Hummer! Full of the same powder blue for the walls as the doors with black hard carpet; on the side in front of his desk was a grey table top attached to the wall.

 It held three computers, a high quality microscope, a file holder with full of new assignments for him and test tubes with measuring tubes. On the opposite wall had a projector screen to place up his online diagrams.

“I must go now; your welcome to fill this room with any personal items that you like; this is your room and only you are able to use this room. Dr. Lani will visit you soon to get you a detailed tour of Animal Savior.” Churchill nodded, walking out.

Scott sighed. So much technology at his hands; where could he begin?!

Random Free Write

    The tar black night with no points of light from stars, leads you to believe there will be no more rainbow sunrises; ice cold snow crunches beneath my feet, I'm lost in my own nightmarish wonderland in this labyrinth  forest. The chill of this inky abyss makes me shiver; I've never wanted to meet my fears head on but here I was; lost in this frozen forest entrapped with them.
Chasing after this character, that people repeatedly tried to convince me, wasn't real; that it was all inside my mind; I'll prove them wrong!
    I stumbled through the dark, hands out stretched; thrashing, pushing aside unseen obstacles. Jumping at every sound that echoed like a amphitheater or flinching away from sudden pains as pine needles pricked my skin; if I could see, I'm sure my breath would be like a, steam train billowing out its smoke; for the temperature was dropping drastically.
  How cold must it before my blood begins to freeze?
No. I will not think of that. Focus. Him. Find Him.
  What if everyone is right? What if he is not real? You're going to die chasing something that isn't there!?
shut up! shut up! shut up!
    I knelt to the hard ground, packed with stone hard snow; likely leave bruises on my knees. The burning of tears threatening to over flow; a pent up scream of pain, frustration ,and utter lost of hope clawing its way up my throat to be let lose. I surrender...

    I heard His gasp of surprise and dismay at the sight of me on the ground. I could not see Him but His presents, hearing His intake of breath made every pain I've endured so far, vanish.
    "Zaara." His deep voice, softly whispered my name; enveloping me with instant warmth. "Why are you out here? You can't be so careless about your own safety." He wrapped arms around me and caressed my face leaving warmth in its wake where our skin met. How He could see in this shadowed dark I knew not but He was here; holding me, touching me.
    I blindly turned and pressed my frosted face to His perfect, strong, muscled chest; deeply inhaling His crisp fresh scent of pine tree sap and campfire smoke.
  "Hakan." I sighed contently.
   Hakan is real, he has to be! No fragmentation could be this solid!  Whatever Hakan was, real or imagined, I wanted him here; by my side always. He had saved my life numerous times before. But in the manner of his persona, I knew, he was something not of this world. Nothing like vampires or werewolves but of a darker myth; a forbidden legend, that was here before all other creatures were made.
     "Come, I need to get you out of this weather." Hakan murmured into my hair as he planted a comforting kiss there. He lifted me up in his arms and sprinted silently making no sound through the thick forest. Finally, scummed to my exhaustion, I fell to sleep in his arms; begging, praying he'd still be with me when morning comes.
  
     

Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me, whereever I may go,

In case I need to cover up, so the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show you me;afraid of what you'll do,

I'm afraid you'll laugh or say mean things; afaid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all the layers, to show you the real, true me

But I want you to try to understand; I need you to like what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll remove the coats real

slow,

Please understand how much it hurts, to let the real me show.

Now that my coats are all stripped off, I feel naked, bare and cold,

And if you still find me pleasing, you are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paintbrush though, and hold it in my hand,

I need to keep it handy in case someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend, and thanks for loving me true,

And please let me keep my paintbrush with me, until I love me, too.

Heart of me

Heart of me

Outlandish, compassionate, obstinate, affectionate

But I feel so absent in the world but knowing I’ll make a difference someday

Who cares for everyone even if they don’t notice.

Who feels heavily broken by the spiteful words of others

Who gives contentment and delight to all those around

Trying to give a helping hand to them

Who fears being despised, of being unloved

Of going astray from who they are

Who would adore seeing with new sight

And getting things right!

Who would love to see a vivid new day of change

With enlightened hope that never fades away

An enduring soul of The Unknown

In the Dark

*story*

I was waiting in his dark house for him to return. He didn't come.

where is he I thought its to quiet I heard nothing coming in the darkness I was fighting back tears  he promised he would be back I still sat in the corner of the room hoping the worst didn't happen

At long last I heard footsteps walking up to the door. I held my breath the dark brown door opened and there was his face how great it was to see it. I got up and ran into his welcoming arm’s  he groaned as I did I looked up upon his baby face his eye’s filled with pain.

“Are you alright?” I asked

“I think I will be fine.” He whispered “I’m just glad I stopped him from hurting you Emily but that will not stop him he will be back.”

“W-what did he want from me anyway?” I broke my voice choking back tears. He looked worried then gave a short smile and kissed the top of my head but did not answer.

“Just let me take you home.” He said and we walk out of the house.

Moon Light is Dimming

*story*

Chapter 1

Escape

R

un.

          That was all that was going through my mind as I lunged over a fallen’ tree digging my claws deeper into the ground.

          I could hear my followers fifteen feet behide. Their bullets clanging together in their packs, the smell of gunpowder burned my nose. Skidding around trees going through bushes and thrones getting stuck in my fur; twigs and rocks sticking and twisting into my paws but it didn’t seem to affect them.

          There it was! My safe den! The hole in the rock perfect in this size; No pursuers could ever follow. I pushed my weakening muscles forward.

          Another crack of the firearm went of into the night’s air. I let out a pained yelp as it grazed my shoulder feeling a splinter of metal entering easily into my skin like butter. I fell over on my left side, only two feet away from my den.

          “Hurry, I got a hit!” called a man to his other hunter. I hear their pace quicken.

          I staggered to my feet and limped.

“No!” yelled the second shooter; as the shot went off and missed right above my head hitting the rocks.

Safe…safe

          I limped down the declining tunnel until it opened up into a cavern with a mattress on the floor.

I came upon the mattress and collapsed panting and soon fell asleep.

Crashed

*story*

Chapter 1

   

I

t started like any other 10^th grade day. You know: late for 1^st period, a teacher yells at a student or yourself, go to lunch, then a teacher gives you homework that you think will take you three hours to finish; then go home, hangout with friends, and tell them about your deals and problems.

Today was different.  My friend, Jamie May, has secretly liked a guy that I’ve been crushing on since 7^th grade and today he asked her out. Jason Grant, possibly the hottest guy in the whole school.  Jamie said yes.

I was heart broken and stabbed in the back all in the same day.  I wanted to scream at her, hurt her.  Anything to get back at her! I hated her for doing that to me.  I wanted her to die that day.

              

I also could not believe Jason.  How could anyone ever like Jamie?  I went home without talking to her after school.  That day I just stayed home and cried in my room.

Chapter 2

T

he next day I still hated her, but I guess she thought it was ok to talk to me.

  “Hey, are you ok?” she asked.

  “No,” I answered.

  “I’m going to break up with Jason today.”

  “Good.”

  “I think he likes another girl.”

  “And why are you telling me this?!” I yelled

  “I thou-“

  “Yeah, you thought. Why don’t you do me a favor and never talk to me ever again!” I yelled and ran off into the bathroom.

I felt bad about what I said but I was so angry.  She should have known better than to do that to me.  I’ve told her everything about him and she said she had no interest in him at all and said that he was all mine for the taking. I wanted something to happen to her; anything to happen to her.

The class bell rang.  I dried up my tears, but I didn’t want to go because Jamie was in that class, but I had to.  So I picked up my books and headed out of the bathroom and straight on to U.S. History.  As I sat down next to Jamie, she handed me a note and I thought: “Oh, great, just what I need- a note from her.  It’s probably going to say ‘I’m really sorry’ or something.”

 It said:

Look I’m really sorry but

yeah I do like him. but all

the time I’m with him he’s

always asking about you.

I’m sorry I made

you feel bad but I’m

liking this new guy now.

his name is: Lance Blend

don’t be mad.

Jamie

After class I asked her if she really did break up with Jason. She answered, “No, and I’m not planning to.  Thanks.”

“Then why did you say you were going to?” I asked.

“I was only trying to make you feel better,” she snapped.

“What about you saying that you liked this new guy ‘Lance what’s-his-bucket,’ then?”

“Lance Blend, thank you very much, and yes, I do like him.  But I like Jason more.”

  I can’t believe her! How could she say that and not even care? I thought.

“Like I just said: Don’t talk to me ever again!” I yelled.  I looked at her face. Her eyes were filling up with tears!

Why is she crying? I thought.  I walked to my next class, leaving her there. I didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

Cold to the Touch

*Story Idea*

Chapter 1

Pretty Roses

The last day of summer.” Sighed Zander; walking up the driveway of his house looking toward the Indian summer sunset. “And the first day of high school for you, are you read

 He looked back at her then took seat on his cement stairs next to his mothers rose bush.

          “Well I’m going to miss the care free days of summer, I’m nervous about it but you know school really something I like.”

“ You've just seemed a little down is all. Don’t worry your coming to my school this year.”

          “That’s not what I’m worried about.” She shivered

“Ugh, are you really cold Resha?” Zander asked looking over Resha’s red turtle neck and black gloves.

          “Yeah” She said sheepishly

“It’s like seventy degrees out here!” Zander shook his head then looked over at the rose bush he picked one.

          “Just bad circulation I guess.”

“Well I need to get inside for dinner; I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t chicken out. Kay’?” zander stood up and handed the Resha the rose and patted her on the shoulder. She stiffened.

“everything will be fine.” He smiled and went inside.

          “everything will be fine.” Resha quoted as she put the rose to her lips.

          The rose took a slow turn from a baby pink to dead brown. She grimicened as she crumpled up the dead petals and dropped it to the ground. 

poem

You can not understand 

whats going inside my head

I want to save lives

that I know I can save.

Yet, you tell me its mentally ill

to try befriending a broken soul.

I'm helping what I can;

I don't waste my life away avoiding

this world full of pain!

I want to help.

Yet, all you want is to send them away

their to unhealthy to try to save;

but a life that is reaching for my helping hand,

is it not right to grab hold to it?

 I believe, 

they're hoping someone, on day will care enough

 to save them.

She Falls to the Ground

*This is one of my story idea's; these stories are never based on real life experiences.*
 ** Also these are in the rough draft stage, go easy on my work* *

First Encounter

       Do you have any idea what its like being surrounded in a classroom full of all your ex-girlfriends? I thought to myself; silently sweating and swearing that right before my eyes, the classroom clock, that was above the white board was starting to tick backwards!
      Each of their pleading eyes; some glaring, others begging or just plain desperate. All of them stabbing into my very soul.I never liked hurting girls but is it to hard to ask for some space? I'm trying to pass school; who needs the drama of a relationship? Its not like that is will give me a better reason of why my homework is late.

     "Well Mr. Luther Almann would you like to share what you've written?" Our Creative Writing teacher Mr. Burr called upon me. I looked down at my blank paper and dull pencil resting in my hand unmoving. It doesn't really help the fact that once he said my name every girl I had a thing with stared at me like I stripped naked.

"I haven't written anything..." I mumbled

"Well maybe if you were not lost day dreaming, wrote down what it was; you could turn it in." Mr. Burr pointed out. If it wasn't obvious enough! Its free write! I'm not going to have him read my relationship failures!
I sighed and muttered  "Great advice, sir."

Mr. Burr smiled as if he had outsmarted the popular jock that he assumes I am. Yet again with his great "intelligence" as to think he has embarrassed me. He is purely annoying; what is with the attempts of trying to make me look stupid?


Lunch! Who would of thought it would take this long for it to arrive?!
       I stood in line and got some gray mush and headed to the area where my friends like to eat. On the bleachers in front of the Football field.

      "Sup' Luth?!" yelled my friend Conner Statis; my weird little wingman dark brown hair but you rarely see it for he wears this homeless man hat, his green eyes holding back mischievousness; even for being one foot shorter then me; he was the one to invite me to the parties and always trying to hook me up with all these girls on the weekends.
    
      "Nothing really, still a bit pissed at Burr though." I replied and fist bumped him as I came near.
"Oh yeah man! He really has it out for yo-" But Conner was interrupted by a loud angry shout of:
      "WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS!?!" Coming from the bleachers down below and that is when I first met Her...

























    

First Time Everythings

"Hush." is what they told me;

all the times before.

That my mind was full of crazy thoughts

never meant to be explored,

I will stop at nothing until I am heard!

Listen now, 

to all that have tried to silence me.

 

Read this and you will see,

This is nothing that you'll believe

so "Hush."