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In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border колли had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and rolled back over to let the Щенки nurse.
There were six puppies, all black and white, with eyes ranging from smoky grey to navy blue, all the way to ice blue. They seemed a bit spunky, especially for newborns. The mother acknowledged this by rolling over once или twice to see if they would Присоединиться her. But they wouldn't. They instead reached up and asked her to roll over by touching her with tiny, gentle paws.
She gave in, for they were her Дети and she would do anything for them.
Six weeks passed, and the mother taught them different skills and showed them different things . They were soon to come of age from infant to toddler and had to learn quickly. Luckily, they did. They were taught faith and courage, just like she was. Wits and strength, just like she was. They were learning nicely too.
Three months passed.
It was a warm день in June that time. The Щенки were older now and had decided to venture outside the forest again.
They ran through the warm sunshine, frolicking through the трава and flowers. They encountered a cat once but quickly chased it off. This was fun.
Two of the Щенки - a boy and girl - teamed up and ran farther off into what looked like different woods. The mother dog's ears perked up. She barked repeatedly at them, but they didn't stop.
They kept running.
In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border колли had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and rolled back over to let the Щенки nurse.
There were six puppies, all black and white, with eyes ranging from smoky grey to navy blue, all the way to ice blue. They seemed a bit spunky, especially for newborns. The mother acknowledged this by rolling over once или twice to see if they would Присоединиться her. But they wouldn't. They instead reached up and asked her to roll over by touching her with tiny, gentle paws.
She gave in, for they were her Дети and she would do anything for them.
Six weeks passed, and the mother taught them different skills and showed them different things . They were soon to come of age from infant to toddler and had to learn quickly. Luckily, they did. They were taught faith and courage, just like she was. Wits and strength, just like she was. They were learning nicely too.
Three months passed.
It was a warm день in June that time. The Щенки were older now and had decided to venture outside the forest again.
They ran through the warm sunshine, frolicking through the трава and flowers. They encountered a cat once but quickly chased it off. This was fun.
Two of the Щенки - a boy and girl - teamed up and ran farther off into what looked like different woods. The mother dog's ears perked up. She barked repeatedly at them, but they didn't stop.
They kept running.
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a Фан fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in Любовь with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present день New York, 13 год old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed еще often. But is that really best?
I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
или a new place
или even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
или what will be the key
I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
или a new place
или even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case
I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain
Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye
In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us
We see her everywhere
Form every Главная to every bus
But we can’t медведь to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie
We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye
It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.
We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.
We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.
It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I Любовь being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
или get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.