It started, with a star…
How many times have Ты fallen in Любовь with someone Ты know Ты can't be with.…? Not for anything... Ты can't run away, and they can't Любовь Ты back....
or-- won't.....
I am a falling star. I am Ashtaroth. That is my human name, my real name is Unukalhai. I am part of the constellation Serpens Caput. Every звезда that falls dies when it hits the ground-- Except one. It is very seldom, but, if the world needs help... The chosen star, when it falls, does not die. It, in fact, turns into an angel. Ты must know that all Ангелы are stars. However, only one can exist on Earth at once, and they are what we (us stars of course) call "un-touchable". They cannot get hurt, they cannot die. The stars soul purpose on Earth is to solve the problem. And when the problem is solved, the звезда dies. So, basically, If a звезда comes to Earth, they will die regardless of what ends up happening here.
It was one of those days, или nights, (to a star, there is no difference) where Ты knew something was going to happen. Ты didn’t know what, but there was that feeling in the Космос around you. Everybody was all shifty, like they knew something I didn’t.
I felt like that today. And guess what happened? A meteor shower, that’s what. Several of us all at once began to feel the lack of that complete immobilizing grip that held us to the fabric of the sky.... It was as if I was hanging by a thread, then…
*SNAP* the thread broke.
I was falling. I mean it was understandable. Imagine, being alive for thousands of years then, "SNIP", and the sky turns Ты loose and Ты have absolutely no control what-so-ever of where Ты are going? Suddenly feeling he pull of gravity toward Earth, a place where nearly all are destined to die.
I shot like a bullet, traveling a million miles and hour..... I saw the wind, the time and seasons changing around me..... I was alone, completely, utterly alone..... I don't know what happened to the others, but they were no longer with me. I was to die, alone. I always knew I would, and the thought never bothered me, until now. I was rushing at Невероятное speeds, thrashing my flares as if I could slow myself...
*CRASH*
I woke up in a strange place that disobeyed all rules of nature. For one thing I could Переместить on my own, for two my flares were no longer flashes of light that lasted half a second, but solid and for three there were small sparks of various lengths protruding from the ends of these "solid flares". I had never seen, nor heard of any thing like this. I had a body.... there were long string like things connected to the вверх of me... The color, I find out later is called “pale blonde”,
I also had a leathery “binding”, that held me together it was white, pure white.
I wore, what I learn later is called "dress" of white, with long trailing "sleeves" as I learn they’re called. I also received some things that are light and feathery that I learn are called "wings" yet, they were retractable, like a cat’s claws....
I walked across the "grass" through the "woods" it was night, I was sure of that. For I knew that on Earth, night and день change. There are many stories of the sky, myths, and legends; about “the Earth stars” or, I guess Ты call them humans. One is about the two things called night and день that are constantly changing.... And there are some that tell of different kinds Earth stars, some that rule the skies, others the dwell in the murky depths of blue (oceans), we have also heard of monsters that have sharpened Кости called fangs and claws that they use to rip apart the flesh of Earth stars (this one I’m familiar with, being related to one myself.). But my favorite, is called love. Ты see, stars can’t love, and they want it. Strange concept for Ты isn’t it. The thing is, none of us know if it’s real. Even Ты Earth stars Вопрос it sometimes.
I felt the трава beneath my "feet", and the "wind" against my flesh, I felt so.... at home. I felt that strange sense of belonging to this world. Like I was meant to be here. Like there was no where else I was supposed to be.
I have a mission... a mission to restore the Earth star's connection with earth, and themselves... To create peace. To bring Любовь back to this broken world, that is my soul purpose for existing. The one and only reason I lived, while the others died. There’s only one problem, I have only one месяц to do so. If I do not complete it, I die, and the Earth will forever be separated from the stars. They will be on their own---
Forever.....
I drifted over to the "lake" and stared into the blue. There was a girl staring back up at me, she had pale blonde hair, фарфор white skin, and lavender eyes.
I stayed there, час after hour, sitting in the grass, picking "flowers", and mimicking nature. Humming like "bees", swaying like Цветы in the wind, standing tall and strong like "trees", whistling and chirping with birds.... The birds and Животные that I copied came to me, and I jumped and leaped with the deer, galloped as fast and long as the horses. They talk to me, they all do; the trees, the birds, the flowers, the soil.... The earth speaks to everyone, everyone and everything has a voice. If Ты can't hear it, than Ты are not listening. There was that sense of belonging again. Though I would not feel like this forever, there was no other place I would rather be. I really was meant to be here.
The dawn is coming. I see the sun climbing over the mountains, she says “good morning!” I reply "Good morning!!" It was the first time I had spoken.... The sound of my voice made the light spread over every stone, flower, and tree, casting long early morning shadows.... My voice woke the birds and the earth stars. The very first 'good morning', is what really brings the Earth to life. From who? Doesn’t matter. It just matters if it is сказал(-а) или not. That’s why we get up early. And why do Ты think the день are so short and the nights are so long in winter? Well, think about it, who wants to get up early and go outside just to wake up the sun in winter? Certainly not I.
On the other side of the lake, the Earth stars were awakening.... I sprinted across the surface of the still water, and landed precisely and gracefully on the shore. I floated across the ground, looking in wonder at the strange things the Earth stars were living in. The shelters were made of fabric and propped up with long smooth sticks. Someone beside me opened the fabric, and crawled out, inside there were multi-colored sacks that were opened at one end, and the Earth stars would then crawl into the open end and lay there all night. It is a bit strange here, so ignorant was I at the time. Didn’t know anyone, didn’t know anything.
I walked and walked until I saw an Earth звезда that looked the same age I was, only, of course he couldn't have been. For I am several thousand years old. He had dark, dark hair, dark misty eyes and a somewhat dark completion. He had obviously seen some sun in his life. "Hello!" I сказал(-а) cheerfully. He looked at me and smiled "Hi." he said. "Can Ты Показать me how to get to the nearest battle field?" I asked politely. "Ummm..." he trailed off. It was obvious no one had ever asked him that question. "Which direction should I walk in?" I asked helping him along. "Let me-- go get a map..." he сказал(-а) slowly. “Here’s one." I сказал(-а) pretending to unfold an imaginary map, and right before our eyes a map of the earth appeared in mid air. I handed it to him. He stared at it in pure astonishment. "What are you?" he asked scanning me up and down. "I am an Earth star." I сказал(-а) shrugging my shoulders, not technically lying.... I am one in form......and besides he asked me what I am, not what I was.......
"May I see the map?" I asked him. He slowly passed it to me, "Sure...." I took it carefully and unfolded it. "Where is the war?" I asked again hoping for an actual answer this time. "Here somewhere..." he сказал(-а) pointing to a shape with strange markings on it. “Alright," I сказал(-а) circling the shape with my index finger, the place my finger touched glowed white, "Where are we now?" I asked. He pointed to another, much smaller shape in a large "continent". I circled it with my index finger and wrote in Rishima (star language) 'beginning' and over the place we were going to I wrote 'end of journey' I traced the route we would take allowing stops along the way, having learned that Earth stars must sleep. Once again everywhere I touched glowed white. "I'm ready," I сказал(-а) standing up "let's go." "Go where?" He said, looking terrified. "To the battle field." I сказал(-а) matter-of-factly. I put the map safely in my pocket. "Why am I coming?" He asked in horror "Now that Ты know where I'm going," I began "you have to come with me." "Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complete disbelief. "I сказал(-а) you’re coming with me." I told him forcefully "And I'm not taking no for an answer- are Ты coming with me?" "Do I have a choice?" He asked angrily. I shrugged my shoulders "No." I сказал(-а) and with that I grabbed his arm, and, pulling him up with me, we took off....
Copyright © 2010-2011, Waverly L. Harris. FictionPress user Id 748202. All chapters, prologues, prefaces, epilogues, sneak peeks, and еще belong to me.
How many times have Ты fallen in Любовь with someone Ты know Ты can't be with.…? Not for anything... Ты can't run away, and they can't Любовь Ты back....
or-- won't.....
I am a falling star. I am Ashtaroth. That is my human name, my real name is Unukalhai. I am part of the constellation Serpens Caput. Every звезда that falls dies when it hits the ground-- Except one. It is very seldom, but, if the world needs help... The chosen star, when it falls, does not die. It, in fact, turns into an angel. Ты must know that all Ангелы are stars. However, only one can exist on Earth at once, and they are what we (us stars of course) call "un-touchable". They cannot get hurt, they cannot die. The stars soul purpose on Earth is to solve the problem. And when the problem is solved, the звезда dies. So, basically, If a звезда comes to Earth, they will die regardless of what ends up happening here.
It was one of those days, или nights, (to a star, there is no difference) where Ты knew something was going to happen. Ты didn’t know what, but there was that feeling in the Космос around you. Everybody was all shifty, like they knew something I didn’t.
I felt like that today. And guess what happened? A meteor shower, that’s what. Several of us all at once began to feel the lack of that complete immobilizing grip that held us to the fabric of the sky.... It was as if I was hanging by a thread, then…
*SNAP* the thread broke.
I was falling. I mean it was understandable. Imagine, being alive for thousands of years then, "SNIP", and the sky turns Ты loose and Ты have absolutely no control what-so-ever of where Ты are going? Suddenly feeling he pull of gravity toward Earth, a place where nearly all are destined to die.
I shot like a bullet, traveling a million miles and hour..... I saw the wind, the time and seasons changing around me..... I was alone, completely, utterly alone..... I don't know what happened to the others, but they were no longer with me. I was to die, alone. I always knew I would, and the thought never bothered me, until now. I was rushing at Невероятное speeds, thrashing my flares as if I could slow myself...
*CRASH*
I woke up in a strange place that disobeyed all rules of nature. For one thing I could Переместить on my own, for two my flares were no longer flashes of light that lasted half a second, but solid and for three there were small sparks of various lengths protruding from the ends of these "solid flares". I had never seen, nor heard of any thing like this. I had a body.... there were long string like things connected to the вверх of me... The color, I find out later is called “pale blonde”,
I also had a leathery “binding”, that held me together it was white, pure white.
I wore, what I learn later is called "dress" of white, with long trailing "sleeves" as I learn they’re called. I also received some things that are light and feathery that I learn are called "wings" yet, they were retractable, like a cat’s claws....
I walked across the "grass" through the "woods" it was night, I was sure of that. For I knew that on Earth, night and день change. There are many stories of the sky, myths, and legends; about “the Earth stars” or, I guess Ты call them humans. One is about the two things called night and день that are constantly changing.... And there are some that tell of different kinds Earth stars, some that rule the skies, others the dwell in the murky depths of blue (oceans), we have also heard of monsters that have sharpened Кости called fangs and claws that they use to rip apart the flesh of Earth stars (this one I’m familiar with, being related to one myself.). But my favorite, is called love. Ты see, stars can’t love, and they want it. Strange concept for Ты isn’t it. The thing is, none of us know if it’s real. Even Ты Earth stars Вопрос it sometimes.
I felt the трава beneath my "feet", and the "wind" against my flesh, I felt so.... at home. I felt that strange sense of belonging to this world. Like I was meant to be here. Like there was no where else I was supposed to be.
I have a mission... a mission to restore the Earth star's connection with earth, and themselves... To create peace. To bring Любовь back to this broken world, that is my soul purpose for existing. The one and only reason I lived, while the others died. There’s only one problem, I have only one месяц to do so. If I do not complete it, I die, and the Earth will forever be separated from the stars. They will be on their own---
Forever.....
I drifted over to the "lake" and stared into the blue. There was a girl staring back up at me, she had pale blonde hair, фарфор white skin, and lavender eyes.
I stayed there, час after hour, sitting in the grass, picking "flowers", and mimicking nature. Humming like "bees", swaying like Цветы in the wind, standing tall and strong like "trees", whistling and chirping with birds.... The birds and Животные that I copied came to me, and I jumped and leaped with the deer, galloped as fast and long as the horses. They talk to me, they all do; the trees, the birds, the flowers, the soil.... The earth speaks to everyone, everyone and everything has a voice. If Ты can't hear it, than Ты are not listening. There was that sense of belonging again. Though I would not feel like this forever, there was no other place I would rather be. I really was meant to be here.
The dawn is coming. I see the sun climbing over the mountains, she says “good morning!” I reply "Good morning!!" It was the first time I had spoken.... The sound of my voice made the light spread over every stone, flower, and tree, casting long early morning shadows.... My voice woke the birds and the earth stars. The very first 'good morning', is what really brings the Earth to life. From who? Doesn’t matter. It just matters if it is сказал(-а) или not. That’s why we get up early. And why do Ты think the день are so short and the nights are so long in winter? Well, think about it, who wants to get up early and go outside just to wake up the sun in winter? Certainly not I.
On the other side of the lake, the Earth stars were awakening.... I sprinted across the surface of the still water, and landed precisely and gracefully on the shore. I floated across the ground, looking in wonder at the strange things the Earth stars were living in. The shelters were made of fabric and propped up with long smooth sticks. Someone beside me opened the fabric, and crawled out, inside there were multi-colored sacks that were opened at one end, and the Earth stars would then crawl into the open end and lay there all night. It is a bit strange here, so ignorant was I at the time. Didn’t know anyone, didn’t know anything.
I walked and walked until I saw an Earth звезда that looked the same age I was, only, of course he couldn't have been. For I am several thousand years old. He had dark, dark hair, dark misty eyes and a somewhat dark completion. He had obviously seen some sun in his life. "Hello!" I сказал(-а) cheerfully. He looked at me and smiled "Hi." he said. "Can Ты Показать me how to get to the nearest battle field?" I asked politely. "Ummm..." he trailed off. It was obvious no one had ever asked him that question. "Which direction should I walk in?" I asked helping him along. "Let me-- go get a map..." he сказал(-а) slowly. “Here’s one." I сказал(-а) pretending to unfold an imaginary map, and right before our eyes a map of the earth appeared in mid air. I handed it to him. He stared at it in pure astonishment. "What are you?" he asked scanning me up and down. "I am an Earth star." I сказал(-а) shrugging my shoulders, not technically lying.... I am one in form......and besides he asked me what I am, not what I was.......
"May I see the map?" I asked him. He slowly passed it to me, "Sure...." I took it carefully and unfolded it. "Where is the war?" I asked again hoping for an actual answer this time. "Here somewhere..." he сказал(-а) pointing to a shape with strange markings on it. “Alright," I сказал(-а) circling the shape with my index finger, the place my finger touched glowed white, "Where are we now?" I asked. He pointed to another, much smaller shape in a large "continent". I circled it with my index finger and wrote in Rishima (star language) 'beginning' and over the place we were going to I wrote 'end of journey' I traced the route we would take allowing stops along the way, having learned that Earth stars must sleep. Once again everywhere I touched glowed white. "I'm ready," I сказал(-а) standing up "let's go." "Go where?" He said, looking terrified. "To the battle field." I сказал(-а) matter-of-factly. I put the map safely in my pocket. "Why am I coming?" He asked in horror "Now that Ты know where I'm going," I began "you have to come with me." "Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complete disbelief. "I сказал(-а) you’re coming with me." I told him forcefully "And I'm not taking no for an answer- are Ты coming with me?" "Do I have a choice?" He asked angrily. I shrugged my shoulders "No." I сказал(-а) and with that I grabbed his arm, and, pulling him up with me, we took off....
Copyright © 2010-2011, Waverly L. Harris. FictionPress user Id 748202. All chapters, prologues, prefaces, epilogues, sneak peeks, and еще belong to me.
"Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complet
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six год old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Актёрское искусство strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the таблица for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Сверхъестественное journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six год old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter Актёрское искусство strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the таблица for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled by something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Сверхъестественное journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police Вопросы us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the пиво since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot еще nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
Ты don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Остаться в живых fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and Ты don’t care anymore,
but Ты do,
Ты still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the день of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing Ты
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
Эй,
Mom,
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
It's been a while
Since Ты sat Далее to me,
Since I saw Ты smile
I miss Ты Mom
I wish Ты were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see Ты Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my сердце in two
I'll always remember Mom,
Ты taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling Ты Mom
Losing Ты killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what Ты were Mom,
Strong.
In everything Ты said
In everything Ты did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever Остаться в живых a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the секунды of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But Ты should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do Ты do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three еще seconds, gone, like that,
Did Ты use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these секунды in hell.
