Saturday, November 28, 2009
Update... must read.
okay... I have been done with the last part of echo for a while so i will post it Tomorrow... BTW. I got a main roll in my school play. The Twelve Dancing princesses. i got April.... So Excited!!!!! I am going to do a lot of rehearsing, but that is fine, because I never have anything to do. Well any way. Me and my best buddy are writing like a trillion songs and they are crazy good. I can't believe we wrote them.... CYA.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
HI
Okay well on Friday I am trying out for my school musical! i am so excited and nervice at the same time!!! Oh and the last part of Echo is coming soon because i am making it a book and don't want to give away anything... Enjoy my blog!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
School
School... This is the time when i find my self quite entertained. It is always quite a sight too see teenagers fighting over boys or a CD that was never returned. So if you find yourself board just look around. You will see that every time you watch teens make fouls of them selves it makes you laugh. Although I am a teenager I still see this as hilarious!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Echo part 4
“Where is here?” Emily whispered, twisting her hands together nervously.
“Don’t speak. It is better if I do the talking.” Manura said, a figure pressed against her lips.
Emily’s spine twitched, fear and the since of danger ran down her arms.
“But_”
“No… keep your mouth closed if you value your life.” Manura’s eyes were like scalding silver flames now. They seemed to wrap around Emily’s throat until the air was gone.
“Manura,” A voice traveled out of the darkness. From what Emily could see, it looked like a man was coming towards them, “is that you?” Yes it was a man but not any man.
“Yes it is me. She seems to be calm enough now.”
“All mum?” The man was now entering the light of the torch. Emily could see him. She new him! A screech escaped out of her throat. It was the man from the mall.
“I told you too keep your mouth shut!” The women’s hand flew too Emily’s lips.
“No need to be mean, Manura.” said the man, a smile stretching across his flawless face.
“I am sorry.” Manura’s hand fell.
“Ew,” Carla exclaimed, “a rat!”
“Yes, there are rats this part of town.” The man looked back, winking his left eye.
“This doesn’t look like the sort of place that would have customer service or whatever.” Carla
wasn’t buying it anymore.
“That’s because I’m not taking you to customer service.”
“What?!” Emily knew it. The man was a kidnapper or a… a. She didn’t know, nor did she want too, but what she did know was that she was going to spend the night walking… or worse.
“Don’t be harsh.” The man said coolly. “We are just getting some food and than we will be on our way.”
“I don’t need food.” Carla whined, stomping her foot in protest.
“I don’t ether. I’m not hungry.”
“Oh please girls,” The man whirled around, his face suddenly tense. “Calm down!”
“Why are you yelling at me?” Emily asked nerves and afraid all at the same time. “Just go away and let us find out mother on our own!”
“Now you’re yelling.” The man’s voice was suddenly calm as if he had never been mad in the first place.
“That’s, that’s because you were yelling at me!” Emily said still shrieking. The man cocked his head and stared into Emily’s eyes.
“You don’t know my name, do you?”
“No I don’t, but what does that have anything to do with this?”
“I just thought it would be nice for you too know. It’s Daniel.” He did look like a Daniel, but why was he changing the subject?
“Why are you changing the subject?” Emily said, saying her thoughts aloud.
“Oh sorry, but do you even remember what we were talking about?”
“You mean fighting and no.” She didn’t remember. It was like Daniel’s eyes had whipped away the previous five minutes.
“I know what you guys were fighting about.” Carla said in her smug little voice.
“No you don’t.” Daniel said, whirling around on his heel.
“Yes I_ I guess I don’t… anymore.” Carla’s head seemed to drop as she said this, her eyes becoming glassy and fixed.
“You did something to her! What did you do?” Emily knew there was something wrong with that man and she was going to prove it.
“What just happened?” Carla’s head suddenly shot up, as if she had just been woken from a dream.
“Nothing, we are still walking.”
“No, we just got in to a fight!” Emily was so confused and she couldn’t seem to keep her voice down.
“Hey keep it down over there.” said a scruffy, unkempt man from an apartment building window.
“Sorry.” Daniel apologized, waving his hand.
“Hey, can you stop changing the subject?” Emily moaned, frowning.
“There is no subject to change.”
“What... I mean… no, there isn’t, is there?”
“Don’t speak. It is better if I do the talking.” Manura said, a figure pressed against her lips.
Emily’s spine twitched, fear and the since of danger ran down her arms.
“But_”
“No… keep your mouth closed if you value your life.” Manura’s eyes were like scalding silver flames now. They seemed to wrap around Emily’s throat until the air was gone.
“Manura,” A voice traveled out of the darkness. From what Emily could see, it looked like a man was coming towards them, “is that you?” Yes it was a man but not any man.
“Yes it is me. She seems to be calm enough now.”
“All mum?” The man was now entering the light of the torch. Emily could see him. She new him! A screech escaped out of her throat. It was the man from the mall.
“I told you too keep your mouth shut!” The women’s hand flew too Emily’s lips.
“No need to be mean, Manura.” said the man, a smile stretching across his flawless face.
“I am sorry.” Manura’s hand fell.
“Ew,” Carla exclaimed, “a rat!”
“Yes, there are rats this part of town.” The man looked back, winking his left eye.
“This doesn’t look like the sort of place that would have customer service or whatever.” Carla
wasn’t buying it anymore.
“That’s because I’m not taking you to customer service.”
“What?!” Emily knew it. The man was a kidnapper or a… a. She didn’t know, nor did she want too, but what she did know was that she was going to spend the night walking… or worse.
“Don’t be harsh.” The man said coolly. “We are just getting some food and than we will be on our way.”
“I don’t need food.” Carla whined, stomping her foot in protest.
“I don’t ether. I’m not hungry.”
“Oh please girls,” The man whirled around, his face suddenly tense. “Calm down!”
“Why are you yelling at me?” Emily asked nerves and afraid all at the same time. “Just go away and let us find out mother on our own!”
“Now you’re yelling.” The man’s voice was suddenly calm as if he had never been mad in the first place.
“That’s, that’s because you were yelling at me!” Emily said still shrieking. The man cocked his head and stared into Emily’s eyes.
“You don’t know my name, do you?”
“No I don’t, but what does that have anything to do with this?”
“I just thought it would be nice for you too know. It’s Daniel.” He did look like a Daniel, but why was he changing the subject?
“Why are you changing the subject?” Emily said, saying her thoughts aloud.
“Oh sorry, but do you even remember what we were talking about?”
“You mean fighting and no.” She didn’t remember. It was like Daniel’s eyes had whipped away the previous five minutes.
“I know what you guys were fighting about.” Carla said in her smug little voice.
“No you don’t.” Daniel said, whirling around on his heel.
“Yes I_ I guess I don’t… anymore.” Carla’s head seemed to drop as she said this, her eyes becoming glassy and fixed.
“You did something to her! What did you do?” Emily knew there was something wrong with that man and she was going to prove it.
“What just happened?” Carla’s head suddenly shot up, as if she had just been woken from a dream.
“Nothing, we are still walking.”
“No, we just got in to a fight!” Emily was so confused and she couldn’t seem to keep her voice down.
“Hey keep it down over there.” said a scruffy, unkempt man from an apartment building window.
“Sorry.” Daniel apologized, waving his hand.
“Hey, can you stop changing the subject?” Emily moaned, frowning.
“There is no subject to change.”
“What... I mean… no, there isn’t, is there?”
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.
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?”
“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?”
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