The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed by the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy диван, мягкий уголок sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied by two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Вопрос "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and еще urgently "How?". I walk cautiously вперед and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were I lived as a young child, where my father taught me to ride a 2-wheeler in the driveway and my mother filled with the scent of baking Шоколад with an духовой шкаф, печь full of brownies.
This house.
This Главная had burned, been consumed by angry red and оранжевый and yellow, greedily reducing little еще than mournful grey crumbs. I saw the feasting with my own eyes, watched it again and again in haunting nightmares.
And suddenly, a woman enters the room. She is me, twenty years from now. Though her hair is straighter, shorter than the waves that cascade down my back. Her eyes are a clearer, bluer sky than my storm-clouded greys. And something else. Something about the way she holds herself says she has seen too much, but her warm smile suggests she has learned to forgive and accept unchangeable memories.
"Mom?" my voice cracks as I speak a word beyond my vocabulary, stolen from me by those hungry devourers from Hell.
"Aryess." The voice, the way she speak my name, so familiar, so living, ringing every note of the measure, sends a shock through my body and freezes me where I stand. It's her. It's impossible. It makes sense to me in only one form.
"Am I dead?"
The room I stand in is warmed by the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy диван, мягкий уголок sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied by two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Вопрос "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and еще urgently "How?". I walk cautiously вперед and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were I lived as a young child, where my father taught me to ride a 2-wheeler in the driveway and my mother filled with the scent of baking Шоколад with an духовой шкаф, печь full of brownies.
This house.
This Главная had burned, been consumed by angry red and оранжевый and yellow, greedily reducing little еще than mournful grey crumbs. I saw the feasting with my own eyes, watched it again and again in haunting nightmares.
And suddenly, a woman enters the room. She is me, twenty years from now. Though her hair is straighter, shorter than the waves that cascade down my back. Her eyes are a clearer, bluer sky than my storm-clouded greys. And something else. Something about the way she holds herself says she has seen too much, but her warm smile suggests she has learned to forgive and accept unchangeable memories.
"Mom?" my voice cracks as I speak a word beyond my vocabulary, stolen from me by those hungry devourers from Hell.
"Aryess." The voice, the way she speak my name, so familiar, so living, ringing every note of the measure, sends a shock through my body and freezes me where I stand. It's her. It's impossible. It makes sense to me in only one form.
"Am I dead?"
Trevor-day
Bentley
1: Tell Me Im Bubbly
2: Tell Me Fang Loves Me
3: Fang Pokes me. :P
4: Say Gadge Is Wierd.
5: Say Im Wierd
6: Take Away My Icecream.
7: Say I Cant Go On A Mission Because Im Pregnant
8: Poke Me And Run Away Screaming
9: Poke me
10: Poke me While Eating A Hot Dog.
(You get the point :P)
11: Say Fang Is Goth
12: Lock Me In A розовый Room
13: Threaten Devin
14: Poke Fang
15: Rip Me Off
16: Threaten My Friends
17: Die My Hair
18: Let Me Sleep On The Floor
19: Ты Keep попкорн Away From Me
And Finally, The One Thing That Will Get Ты Killed
20: Take Away My Pistol(AND DIE)
I am going to regret this
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
Kioshi Knight
Because I'm awesome XD
1) I have made an account on Quizilla.com and am currently posting Статьи on there. They're called Barrier and are by Archers98Rule (me).
2)I also made an account on fanfiction.net, but use it less frequently. I go by Enchantress98
3) I will not be conmtinuing my current Статьи on this site. It will be continuing on some of the above sites (as soon as I figure out how to work fanfiction.net)
So, yeah. That's it. I'll give Ты guys Обновления about when chapters are Опубликовано and still participate in everything, I just won't be an active writer anymore. And feel free to contact me by PM on any of the sites telling me where I should go Далее with my articles. TTYL :)
~Skittles98
Because I felt like it XD
