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Sunday, October 25, 2009

UPDATE!

Sorry! It has been forever since the last part of echo. I have brain block. I will get writing soon!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Candle

A little candle pure and bright.
Twinkling in the darkest night.
It may be small, but its impact is large.
Brightness that can fill your heart.

Let your light shine and forever live.
With a light can forever give.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Echo (Part 3)

“Where are we?” Carla stammered, asking again, cold clinging to her cheeks.

“No need for questions. You will be in help’s hands soon.” Emily looked up at the back of the Man’s neck. It was stressed in the oddest way possible, the vanes clearly visible and ridged. Was he cold too under all that cloth? “Stay here for a moment, girls. I just need to check on something quickly.” The Handsome stranger darted off into the night, leaving the girls cold and alone.

“I say we split. I don’t like this guy.” Emily whispered fiercely into Carla’s ear.

“No! He’s friendly enough. Plus I haven’t been to this side of town before.” Carla smiled, her perfect teeth sparkling just the smallest bit in the moonlight.

“Exactly and this part of town doesn’t seem like the kind of place that would have a service booth.”

“Er…”

“Well I’m going and you should follow.” Emily turned around and started walking. This always worked. Emily would start to leave her sister behind and then Carla would hurry and catch up with her before she got lost. This time was different, though. Carla wouldn’t move a muscle.

“Carla, get your face over here!” Emily screamed, frustrated by her sisters defiance.

“No! I am waiting for the nice man.”

“I don’t think he’s nice, Carla.” Emily stomped her foot into the snow, angry. “He is actually kind of creepy.” Carla always liked danger. The bad boys were always the ones texting and e-mailing her.

“No he’s hot.”

“What?! He’s like… I don’t know, seven years older than you!”

“Stop screaming, Em. Your ganna wake up the neighbors.”

“Neighbors’… I don’t even think this part of town is populated by rats.” But as Emily said that, a small fizzy body scampered over her foot and down into the sewer. “Okay… maybe only rats.” Emily jumped up and ran a couple feet closer to her sister.

“Ew… Well, we’re not going to be here forever. Oh and look the man is coming back.” Emily slouched her shoulders in frustration and ran to catch up with Carla.

“Sorry girls… I just needed to find some… I guess… Help?”

“Why are you asking a question?” Emily asked, squinting into the darkness.

“Was I? Well that’s a little odd. Come girls lets be on our way.” The man said dismissing the topic. Emily followed dragging her feet in the slush on the pavement.

“Can I ask you some?” Carla chimed, picking up her pace.

“Of course…” The man stopped and turned around to face her. “What is your question?”

“How old are you?” The man laughed fiercely and than went back to walking.

“Much older than you, my dear. I can assure you that.” The man was still laughing as he spoke.

“What do you mean? Are you like twenty-five or something?”

“No, no, no… much older than that, Carla.” Carla wrinkled her nose in discussed.

“Never mind…” The man laughed again, but kept walking.



“Is that light?” Emily’s heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

“It’s a torch, if that’s what you’re asking.” Emily sighed. At least it was some light. The women snatched up the torch and held it up to the ceiling. It was made completely out of wood; witch was a slight surprise to Emily because of all the stone.

“I can see!” Emily giggled with joy.

“Yes you can, and you are beautiful… just dirty.” Emily smiled at the women; witch wasn’t so bad looking herself.

The woman’s hair was red, but was so silky it could have been spider silk. Her skin was almost translucent, like the strange man’s from the mall. Her eyes were almost silver. They looked strange, terrifying, but gorgeous. The woman was a vision of beauty and stood about six feet tall.

“You’re gorgeous!” Emily exclaimed suddenly.

“Well thank you, Emily” The women turned away, smiling.

“What’s your name?” With light in the room, Emil felt more comfortable, at ease.

“Manura.”

“What a nice name.” It sounded like the name of a Goddess, a fairy.

“So_” Emily was cut off short when Manura started to talk.

“We’re here.” The women said quietly.

“Where’s here?”

Friday, October 9, 2009

Love

No one can say
No one can feel
The Emotion that just has to be real
The burn in your chest when your eyes meet theirs
The funny little pricking when they smile or stare
So love is what it is called
Is Simple but confusing
Love is the main object of an artists musing
Everything is clouded when love is near
So give in and know the emotion is clear
Love is a feather
It will always be true
For you and you
Live life with love
Bring praise to this feeling
Forever more
Stay true to your heart and let life sore
Love can have meaning in many different thing
In friendship
In Happiness
In the your family that brings you joy
Forever forever it will last
Until the very last heart goes off with a blast
Forever...


P.s
Echo Part 3 Coming This Week

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Pics! For my friends on youtube(Contest pics/help)


































Hello people entering the sims 2 contest. These are the pics of me that you will uses to create a sim of me. Good luck. Any questions ask me on youtube.


Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Moon

Quiet
It never boasts
Silver
It raises it's toast
Heard
Not far away
Black
When in the day
None is like the rest
For the moon
It is the best

By,
Sarah

Silence

Can you here?
No...
Can you speak?
No...
All you feel
Is at the brink
So you find
And so you tell
That every person knows just as well
That in the night
When there is no sound
Don't let the silence bring you down
I will be there when they can't be
So who you are
Is what you see
I may be wrong about many things
But silence is something
And it is me


By,
Sarah