NOTE: When I wrote this it was a sims 2 story, and a prologue. So keep that in mind, in the style it is written. :)
THE COUNCIL
PROLOGUE:
Parker Rose-Allen Smith slept soundly in her bed. Her sky blue comforter was pulled over her mousy brown hair, protecting her from the harsh cold that swept in-and-out of her utama in Oregon. Soft fingers pulled the comforter down to expose her small, loving, beautiful face.
The fingers belonged to a stranger, a touch she winced from, realizing they had never met her face before. The strangers face was kind, and young. A smile crept over the srtangers face as he, the stranger, caressed Parker's face lovingly.
She shifted, onto her stomach, burying her face into the soft, old pillow. The stranger pulled back and stepped backwards. Bright wings unfurled out of the boy's back. His white wings were speckled with gold, a magnificent sight. It was hard to imagine that this stranger, this handsome, trustworthy, looking boy, could be such a danger to this world.
All anda could see in the night were a single set of heaven-worthy wings fly off of Mr. Smith's home, lonely and sad-like.
Thank you! :)
THE COUNCIL
PROLOGUE:
Parker Rose-Allen Smith slept soundly in her bed. Her sky blue comforter was pulled over her mousy brown hair, protecting her from the harsh cold that swept in-and-out of her utama in Oregon. Soft fingers pulled the comforter down to expose her small, loving, beautiful face.
The fingers belonged to a stranger, a touch she winced from, realizing they had never met her face before. The strangers face was kind, and young. A smile crept over the srtangers face as he, the stranger, caressed Parker's face lovingly.
She shifted, onto her stomach, burying her face into the soft, old pillow. The stranger pulled back and stepped backwards. Bright wings unfurled out of the boy's back. His white wings were speckled with gold, a magnificent sight. It was hard to imagine that this stranger, this handsome, trustworthy, looking boy, could be such a danger to this world.
All anda could see in the night were a single set of heaven-worthy wings fly off of Mr. Smith's home, lonely and sad-like.
Thank you! :)
as if anda gave me a choice
everything about anda i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only anda i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about anda i admire
anda are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my hati, tengah-tengah would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions anda play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would anda do?
Would anda cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
atau go into silence until the very end...
Would anda Cinta the ones anda hate the most atau be the person anda hide?
Would anda pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would anda try and keep the sun from setting as your last hari ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else anda say as anda close your eyes.
what can I do?
I'm self-centered, self-induldged, self-absorbed, hateful, short-tepered, implusive, in a complete state of denial, confused and lonely, yet I don't try to think.
a creature of the night
a princess of darkness
I long for light
colors
but all is midnight
and my only companions are the moon and the darkness
thought it comforts me when no one can
I wish to be out of darkness for once
to be clear, understood, unquestioned, and loved.
but who am I to ask for this?
who am I to want this?
is that what makes me human?
why?
all I want to know is why?
