I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm Penulisan a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what anda think of this so I can see if I should start Penulisan the story atau not.
Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed sejak her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death in his sleep. She fled her utama and moved to Hong Kong, China where she became an orphan and lived with an elderly woman named Chan-juan. Akari took care of Chan-juan and thought of her as a mother. But, five years later on Akari's 16th birthday, her father's brother found them and killed both her and the elderly woman. When their souls reached purgatory the elderly woman went to Heaven, but Akari's was forbidden from BOTH Heaven and hell. So her soul wondered into space. She started to steal the souls of those living in suffering and take them for her own so they will never have a chance at reaching Heaven. Her soul still walks the earth today, and she still takes the souls out of the living. But legend has it, that one day, one person with a pure spirit will be born with the duty of vanquishing Akari and freeing the spirits so that they may final rest at peace.
Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed sejak her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death in his sleep. She fled her utama and moved to Hong Kong, China where she became an orphan and lived with an elderly woman named Chan-juan. Akari took care of Chan-juan and thought of her as a mother. But, five years later on Akari's 16th birthday, her father's brother found them and killed both her and the elderly woman. When their souls reached purgatory the elderly woman went to Heaven, but Akari's was forbidden from BOTH Heaven and hell. So her soul wondered into space. She started to steal the souls of those living in suffering and take them for her own so they will never have a chance at reaching Heaven. Her soul still walks the earth today, and she still takes the souls out of the living. But legend has it, that one day, one person with a pure spirit will be born with the duty of vanquishing Akari and freeing the spirits so that they may final rest at peace.
It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for anda bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now orange is my color
A color for anda bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your hati, tengah-tengah is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing sejak you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
anda are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times anda told everything-
It was a lie, I Cinta anda became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. anda probably cannot alih away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing sejak you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
anda are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times anda told everything-
It was a lie, I Cinta anda became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. anda probably cannot alih away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
