A bead of sweat rolls down my face and splashes softly on the ground below me. My chest rises and falls softly. I breath in and ex hail. The grey sky above me mimics my mood. Thunder booms and lightning bolts threw the air. I menyeberang, cross my legs, put my hands on my knees and begin to meditate. Warna flash threw my brain, visions fill my mind. My eyes snap open and I see a ghostly figure hovering in front of me.
It's a child. A young girl, 8 years of age at the most. She draws me towards her with a tiny pointer finger. My soul escapes my body and flies threw the night... the little girl holding my hand, guiding me slowly.
The cold air is crisp, it bits my flesh like a lover's teeth. My hair waves about, the wind giving it a natures comb.
"Why am I flying?" I ask her.
"Because anda are free..." She smiles.
"What is your name?" I ask.
"My name is Jen, Jennifer Danyeils" She grins, turning sharply to the right.
"Why am I free?" I scream as my hand loses grip of hers.
I begin to plum-it thousands of feet. Arms flailing about, reaching for the spirit. Suddenly, I feel relief. She has my hand again. I`m safe.
"Your're free because anda wish it." She replies.
I ponder. "But I don't wish it..."
"You are just telling yourself that" she laughs.
"Live your childhood..." She said, suddenly getting serious.
"I can't..." I whisper.
"Live yours like I would have lived mine." She whispered back.
Then I realized, she was dead. I look disgruntled.
"Yes, I am dead. I was murdered. Live your life." She snapped, suddenly dropping me.
Again bolting towards the ground, I was hollering for my life, hands if front of my face. And as I was about to impact with rumput plain. My eyes snap open. Slowly I cock my head to the right and look at my hand.
Upon my flesh, where the girl had touched, my skin was wrinkled... As if I was in a pool of water for a very long time.
Then a man walks up behind me and taps my shoulder. "Young man, I think your little friend dropped this. Make sure anda give it to her." The man smiled, handing me a piece of paper.
At the time I was thinking "What the fuck!!!!" And as I opened up the scroll, the words " Living old and dying young isn't that much fun. But living young and dying old, makes life just as bold."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "I will."
It's a child. A young girl, 8 years of age at the most. She draws me towards her with a tiny pointer finger. My soul escapes my body and flies threw the night... the little girl holding my hand, guiding me slowly.
The cold air is crisp, it bits my flesh like a lover's teeth. My hair waves about, the wind giving it a natures comb.
"Why am I flying?" I ask her.
"Because anda are free..." She smiles.
"What is your name?" I ask.
"My name is Jen, Jennifer Danyeils" She grins, turning sharply to the right.
"Why am I free?" I scream as my hand loses grip of hers.
I begin to plum-it thousands of feet. Arms flailing about, reaching for the spirit. Suddenly, I feel relief. She has my hand again. I`m safe.
"Your're free because anda wish it." She replies.
I ponder. "But I don't wish it..."
"You are just telling yourself that" she laughs.
"Live your childhood..." She said, suddenly getting serious.
"I can't..." I whisper.
"Live yours like I would have lived mine." She whispered back.
Then I realized, she was dead. I look disgruntled.
"Yes, I am dead. I was murdered. Live your life." She snapped, suddenly dropping me.
Again bolting towards the ground, I was hollering for my life, hands if front of my face. And as I was about to impact with rumput plain. My eyes snap open. Slowly I cock my head to the right and look at my hand.
Upon my flesh, where the girl had touched, my skin was wrinkled... As if I was in a pool of water for a very long time.
Then a man walks up behind me and taps my shoulder. "Young man, I think your little friend dropped this. Make sure anda give it to her." The man smiled, handing me a piece of paper.
At the time I was thinking "What the fuck!!!!" And as I opened up the scroll, the words " Living old and dying young isn't that much fun. But living young and dying old, makes life just as bold."
I closed my eyes and smiled. "I will."
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do anda see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When anda look at the world anda always see the small things. anda never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sejak ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… atau never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but anda ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When anda look at the world anda always see the small things. anda never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sejak ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… atau never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but anda ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be artikel worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Friends are Sirens ( a different kind than anda think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring api, kebakaran and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Friends and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Friends and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it atau leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down sejak the river
atau other times sejak her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sejak her side
She’s avoided sejak everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down sejak the river
atau other times sejak her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sejak her side
She’s avoided sejak everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…