There just is waaay to many pretty people one one spot here. LOL! Did I mention that I have a MAD crush on Eminem?!? YUM!
Inside my Mind (Blog #4)
July 1, 2010
Life is odd.
It is ever changing and full of chaos and calm…
friends come and go, as do lovers.
As of today, my life is calm…on the downward spiral to something that was chaotic and sad a few months ago.
I like where I am at right now.
I am excited for school and for the secret surprises that await.
I am giddy with hope, but scared of change.
But that’s part of being human, I suppose.
I have regrets..sure I do. I miss people that should be in my life, but aren’t.
I regret things I have said and people I have hurt, not intentionally, but still, there was pain and hard feelings.
I miss friends I have had since childhood too…that do not seem to want to put the time into friendship..and I got sick of doing all of the work…so I just gave up.
Life is about change….
and sometimes it hurts…
I cannot be everything to everyone–
but I can be good to myself and take care of myself.
This is the journey I have chosen to take…and I feel that if I surround myself with people that can help me do this…I am halfway there.
As Abraham Lincoln said, “We are about as happy as we make up our minds to be..”
Well, I have made up my mind…and I am choosing happiness.
Ciao all! (Amy)
Inside my Mind (Blog #3)
June 29, 2010
So, as a day would go…it turned out to be pretty good! I am making friendships here in Monte, that I was afraid that I would never do. I spent time over at my friend Mindy’s house today after work, and then took my boy out for supper after that…all went well!
A sad part of my day however, consisted of a once great friend, once again, making me cry. Why do I let him do that to me? I guess alot of my feelings have to do with that he and I have been through so much together…I have a hard time just letting go of someone that used to be so dear to me….back before all the blackness crept in.
Life can be sad sometimes….
but I do have a heart….and I do have feelings…but there is only so much a person can take before they just need to move on and find happiness for themselves.
I was listening to a song tonight (by Seether) that really explains how I am feeling about this situation, here it is:
“Breakdown”
The sun is gone and the flowers rot
Words are spaces between us
And I should’ve been drown in the rivers I’ve found of token lost
And I should’ve been down when you made me insecure
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
’cause I’m so much more than meets the eye
And I’m the one you can never trust
’cause wounds are ways to reveal us
And yeah I could have tried and devoted my life to both of us
But what a waste of my time when the world we have is yours
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
’cause I’m so much more than all your lies
Hate me, break me down
So break me down
So break me down
So break me down if it makes you feel right
And hate me now if it keeps you alright
You can break me down if it takes all your might
’cause I’m so much more than meets the eye.
I hope that oneday, I can heal from all of this pain…..
Inside my Mind (Blog #2)
June 27, 2010
So…today was a hard day, and yeah, not every day goes smoothly I realize. There is probably a reason why I am not remarried yet, and I look at this like a chance to really get to understand myself better before I try the marriage thing again. Afterall, there are things that I need to change about myself before I could ever be good for anyone else. Even being in a relationship right now, I see things about myself that I know are not good…I would like to think that I have grown up over the years and calmed down a bit (I used to be quite the spitfire!!!!) but I still have MANY things about myself that I know are not assets to a relationship.
So, in general…I’m not cup of tea either.
But I do know how to love with my whole heart…and I am fiercely dedicated to the one I love. That has to count for something, right?
Anyway, today I learned that I would do just about anything to stay with Neal and try to work through all the baggage that I need to, to be able to stay with him. I know he feels the same, and this makes me so happy.
Yeah, so…my cousin Pat came down this weekend from Fargo…It was so nice to see him and I felt so bad that he came and we had all of these plans, to have a bonfire and play music around the fire and maybe make some smores and play badminton etc. but dammit, the storms came and then the tornado warnings…and it ended up to be a pretty mellow night inside. So…sorry Pat for a boring evening..LOL! But the highlight was that he did play his amazing music for us inside and made my insides get all warm and fuzzy.
I have to say that he sings so beautifully and he sang us this song he wrote for his girlfriend and I thought that was the most beautiful song I have ever heard. WOW!
I plan to have a pretty mellow week. I work all week and am looking forward to spending the 4th with Neal and his family in South Dakota. I have the 4th and the 5th off so I am hoping to relax those days. I am also looking forward to Jon coming home from Oregon! He let us know the other day that he will be back July27-August 10!!!! WOOHOOOOO! I can’t wait!
I <3 my brother!
So, to end this entry, I will say that I am now working on the Deja story AND a new one about a circus family. It will be a mix of gothic type horror and a romantic fantasy. Kinda a hodgepodge but I think it will be fun!
Well, gotta go drink my coffee and read for a bit before bed!
Ciao! (Amy)
Inside my Mind… (Blog #1)
June 26, 2010
I don’t really journal or ‘blog’ much anymore…I mainly just work on my stories if I have time and hang out with my family and my boyfriend, Neal.
But the reason why I have decided to start blogging is because it helps me to write, gets my mind going..and because I am tired of the old sites I frequent. (i.e. Facebook) So I think I am going to spend my time between both sites, but focus mostly on this site, my stories and blogs.
So, as I have promised, I have been working on Deja’s Diary alot more and have mapped out where I want the story to go, I just have to post it…hopefully that will be soon. I just have been super busy lately, working, getting ready to go back to school, and just having fun! I have to say that my life has become so amazing these past few months. Every time I think of it, I smile. It’s amazing how a life can change in such a short amount of time. This has really been a lesson for me, because when I feel that my life is nothing and that I will never be happy again…the sun shines and the clouds clear..and I have found my happiness once again…
So, I want to thank my family and friends for helping me through those hard times, and I want to thank someone very special, for being there for me and playing a HUGE part in me finding my happiness again…my boyfriend, Neal. You are amazing and my rock and through you, I have found stability.
I am going back to school in August too and am so excited about this. Evetually, my aim is to be a special education teacher and to live somewhere else besides Monte. LOL~!!
However, I may have to drag Neal along with me, as, he likes small area’s I think.
Neal
Well, headin’ off for now! Have a great weekend everyone, and hopefully we wont have anymore tornado scares!! Yesterday was FREAKY!!
Ciao! (Amy)
A note to all my Deja Fans…. (5-24-2010)
5-24-2010
A note to all ‘Deja’s Diary’ Fans….
As many of you know, I have been taking a long and lazy break from writing. I have missed telling Deja’s story and also have missed all of my other stories that are not yet completed. I am now working on completing ‘Deja’s Diary’ and hope to finish it up by the end of the summer or before. I WILL FINISH THIS STORY, EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!
I have grown to love Deja and am excited to get back on track. My other resolutions for the summer include finishing up ‘Pondfather’ and starting new stories up as well.
Thank you to all who have read my stories so far, and to those that have been checking back to see if there was anything new. I am sorry for my delay and was sidetracked by meaningless stuff going on in my life, but now I am back and ready to tell more stories!!!!
I will be posting another installment of ‘Deja’s Diary’ soon; I am working on it presently.
Happy Reading!
Amy
No Words
The girl lived for love–the girl in the light.
She was the creator of many things, of rhymes and songs. She also made up stories…many, many stories. She would read the words out loud, perfecting them, smiling with satisfaction. She knew that by taking her words, molding them and placing them perfectly…she could control anyone’s destiny. She did this because the girl was not in control of her own life, and the words…the words, were all she had left.
She had lost him to the words…in the words. She knew this now. She forced him away with her rhymes and her songs, but the melody was not sweet, nor was the story a happy one. He had come and left through words…something that they both held dear to them.
He was also a creator, and the girl thought that it was to be him, that would understand her best. She wanted them to tell their story together. It would be a most romantic tale, thought the girl. But everything she uttered was black and full of pain…none of her words would obey her; and soon, they became her enemies.
She whispered to herself a most sorrowful song, “Maybe if I tell him, he would sing along…” But her words just jumbled and he couldn’t understand… “I cry…” she would hum. “I will whisper his name.”
But the rain kept on falling, and the sky grew dark…and only a single ray of light remained.
Through the haze of her despair, the girl saw him. She knew that he still created through words, and wanted to join in, if only for a moment. She grew sad for that moment.
She stood so close to him now, she could almost touch him, but she could not enter here, for there was a wall he had built up, made from many tales that made the girl ache inside. Nor would he would not look at her, he had built his story from inside…it was a story about another girl, a girl that lived with him inside of his wall.
He was untouchable, this the girl knew.
He, the most kindred of souls, her soul mate of words, was now lost to her, forever. So, she wept because she could not make him understand, her words defied her, and all that was left was silence. The black wall of words loomed over her, and the girl looked inside, past the painful stories he weaved, to the girl that stood by his side.
She was black like soot, covered in hatful words, staring at the girl with the most sinister of stares. And the man kept weaving, the story of his life, the story that held the soot covered girl beside him. The weaving went on and on….
The girl saw their life within that wall, not full of song and words, but built up with confusion and fog. The man was trapped, only, he did not know this. All he had left were his words, and the more he weaved, the thicker the wall became. She had lost him because of the hateful word-covered girl. Her song of lies, brought him to her..and the wall, was all that remained.
The girl’s lips were dry and cracked, and her eyes cried with the tears of a thousand goodbyes, as she looked past the wall, to the man and woman that stood inside. The wall was far too thick now to bring him back to her; and the girl inside, the girl of darkness and hate, trapped him within her story of lies, until finally, they vanished.
He was gone now, and all that was left, were the tears of the girl in the light.
She had lost her song, to the pain; and had lost him, to the words of another.
Pondfather (story in the works-updated 10/20)
Father had been dead for over a month before Warren realized that he was actually, fatherless.
Sure, he had stood by as his mother as she had cried great tears of pain, and listened to his grandmother tell countless tales of his father as a boy; but it hadn’t really hit him, the death of his father, until he witnessed the miracle at the pond.
Warren and his father were not particularly close when he was alive, so in his death, Warren forgot these specific details. He reminded himself instead by sketching odd picture-like notes, and then posting them on his bedroom walls, or by tying black strings to his fingers…in remembrance.
After all, black was the color of death.
It was also the color of water…sometimes.
But still, he forgot. He was careless, asking his mother why his father had gone on such a long vacation this time, and to this…his mother would cry and leave the room.
Then other times, Warren would remember and cry as he should…with long intervals of sadness and pain….
Warren and his father had been similar in many ways; even his grandmother had told him so.
Both had eyes the color of coal and hair that glistened in the sun, like a metallic metal, shifting to and fro, from a golden hue to a mirage of colors, quite unnatural to that of a human being; a hyper color of rainbows. He was his father, only his colors, mirrored far greater brilliance.
Warren never felt his father’s spirit; many people like to think of their loved ones lingering close, even in death…they feel their presence, they say. Warren scoffed at this thought; when he would remember his dead father, that is.
When he was alive, his father felt further away than even now, this was true; but Warren preferred his father gone, and relished the thought of it being just his mother and him now. He couldn’t remember why he felt this way. He just did.
One morning, not so long ago, Warren’s mother sat him down gently to inquire as to why he did not miss his father as she had. She had asked him… “Warren, did you not love your daddy?”
To this, Warren only stared at her with his dark fluid-like eyes and smiled. Warren loved his mother, but she was beginning to ask the strangest questions! Sure he loved his dad, but what Warren could not understand was why his father was gone all of the time. Maybe his father didn’t love them back? Maybe… that was why he was never around anymore.
Something in Warren’s memory sparked as he thought of this….
“Mom, where is my dad?” Warren whispered.
“Honey, your father is dead,” mother replied with her blue eyes, as sad as pond water.
Things went on like this, Warren had his strings and pictures to remind him, and his mother had only memories; something Warren did not possess.
Warren’s mother grew concerned for Warren, as he grew older she noticed his memory fading more and more…growing murky and dull…even the light in his eyes had dimmed.
Grandmother only laughed at this idea and urged Warren to find peace in nature; she looked to Warren’s mother and replied, “My dear, the pond will make him remember…”
Mother looked on with confusion.
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Warren decided to follow his grandmother’s advice and sought out his memories within nature. He thought to himself, that maybe…just maybe, the trees, the grass and the pond knew him better than he knew himself. Maybe he had lost his memories somewhere out there, just as grandmother had said. So Warren began to look. He looked in the bushes, and within the small forest that lay just beyond the house, but all he had found was a couple of bouncy balls and a crumpled up handkerchief. Warren became fearful that he may never recover the memories he had lost. And if he had found them…how would he know that they were his anyway?
Warren searched for many days, but nothing reminded him of nothing….and still his mind grew cloudy. Mother grew more worried as Warren forgot dinner time and misplaced his knapsack, making him miss his bus on more than one occasion. He even lost his way among the walls that made up his home, walking into the pantry when he had to go to the bathroom.
Mother grew so afraid for her son’s ailing memory, that she took Warren to the family doctor to get his head examined, even against the grandmother’s wishes.
“Mrs. Waters, Warren appears to be just fine,” said Warren’s doctor to his mother. “He is reacting to his father’s death in a way that we cannot understand, that’s all… let him be and he will pull through.”
So mother let him be.
And Warren wandered…
Then one day, while Warren sat in his room reading his comics, he heard a curious sound carried through the wind. Like a whisper, it came in fluid bursts….reminding Warren of something he once knew. Warren looked into the sky, then down to the ground, but he could not locate the whispering wind. It was everywhere, and yet, nowhere at all.
Once, when Warren was a small child, he liked to collect stones from down by the pond. He couldn’t recall their meaning to him then, but he did remember the coldness of them within his small palms. He remembered their smell, of moss and watery beasts below.
He remembered….
Warren hurried to collect the rocks that were hidden away in his sock drawer. In a panic, he dug for those rocks, those small stones from down by the pond. There they were, all 5 stones, blackish blue skipping rocks and smooth round agates found their way back into the boys palms. How could he have forgotten?
His memories, held captive within stones, lay waiting for his return.
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With all of the commotion momma heard from upstairs, she thought Warren had joined a circus, complete with riding ponies and tumbling acrobats; which would, after all, not surprise her one bit, considering the most recent events. So up the stairs she began, to warn Warren of the dangers of playing indoors! After all, Warren was such a fragile child!
“Warren honey, what are you doing in there?”
Loud sloshing noises answered her back from beyond Warren’s bedroom door. Momma grew anxious and called again. Perhaps Warren mistook his bedroom for the bath again?
“Warren, momma’s worried dear. Are you ok? Can I come in?”
Pools of water collected from beneath Warren’s door, but no answer came. The sloshing grew to a loud crashing sound, that resembled waves, the hissssing wave pounded back, as if to reply to momma’s concerned pleas.
Momma pushed open the swelling door, water crashed at her from all sides, pooling around her ankles and calves. She could not understand what lay beyond that door…not ever; her eyes grew murky and unable to adjust…as, she did not yet have her under water sight.
“Where is my Warrrrreeennnn?” momma gurgled from beneath the crashing waves.
But Warren and his memories were gone.
The Guardian (still being edited)
The wind blew cold upon Ana’s face as she bolted the door behind her. She knew that she would have to leave her home again that night to feed.
“They will not make me do this again,” she whispered to herself as she snuck through the hushed darkness. Her eyes adjusted to the moonlight walk before her, there was not a soul in sight. The darkness made the villagers anxious; they kept to their rooms once the sun sank into the hills, remembering the shadowy tales of their elders.
Though not all the living were frightened of her kind, some would lean out their window’s to offer her their dreams, as if she would spare them the mark of the dead, spare them the fate in which she had been given.
A killer now- the thief of breath and blood.
The night awaited her, and she would have to leave here if she wanted to stop killing them.
The gleam of the moon, and the darkness made Ana’s senses sharp, so sharp that she could sense footsteps that were following her from beyond the river of sorrows. She heard the hushed cracking of the fallen branches, and the breath of a living man following her in a panicked stride.
“Do not follow me unless you care to die, Breather.” Ana roared, leaving the wind to carry her message. He would hear her, the wind and the trees always relayed the messages of the dead. Ana sighed, she did not want to kill him, but her patience was wearing thin.
“I know you,” was his reply. His words hung high above her, turning the shapeless wind into tiny ice crystals. “Please let me see you, I need to tell you what they do not want you to know…” The man’s voice trailed off, the wind grew still, and then, the shrieking began.
They were not alone.
Ana could smell the scent of death, and she knew that they would kill them if they found him.
“Hide Breather,” Ana’s voice quickened, as the shrieks grew nearer.
What did he know that he needed to risk dying, to tell her?
“Do you hear me Breather, meet me at the Old Oak Tree, follow the path and be quick! They hear your heart beating, with each breath, their shadows grow nearer! They can sense you…Hurry!”
Ana ran like a wild animal, ducking and leaping over anything that got in her way. The wind sliced through her as she charged through the great forest. The howl grew deafening, Ana strained to hear the soft whisper of the man who followed.
He arrived with a quickness that alarmed Ana.
“I am here Ana, please hurry!” She now was the follower.
She reached the Oak far in the middle of the forest, but the man was not there. Had she misunderstood him? Ana was confused, she felt him close, smelled him, the scent of his blood traveled to her. She was so hungry.
Ana stood silent; the wind died, as if to show her what was to come.
“Breather, where are you?” Ana felt fear slither up inside her throat, something was not right here. Her face burned from the hunger that lurked deep inside of her, she was scared now. Would she kill him when he appeared here, before her?
“Breather?” Ana called cautiously again, pondering the thought of leaving this man and his secrets to the fate of them, to those who hunted him.
“I am here,” the reply was so shallow that Ana though it was the tree’s sighing, and not the man who stood behind her, shadowed in the moonlight.
Ana spun around, startled, as she heard the man’s heavy breathing behind her, he was not there a moment ago, but suddenly appeared with his secrets to share.
“What do you want Breather?”
“I have come to tell you something, I know you…” The man’s eyes gleamed in the moonlight, but Ana could smell no fear on him. This was not right, he should be frightened by those who hunted him… by her. Ana suddenly grew weak, too dizzy with hunger to understand what the man would say next.
“I was sent here…. to deliver you to Him,” he said.
He stood silently, his visage, now marked with the sign of the enemy. It was his eyes that truly gave him away. In the moonlight, Ana saw that his eyes were inhuman. These eyes were not of man, he may have been sent by her own kind, Ana did not know. They were not after him, but following her instead. They knew she could never, truly, be one of them.
Ana studied his eyes, huge black pupils lined with gold and blue stared back at her with unworldly uncertainty. He was disguised as a Breather; Ana smiled at their cleverness. Even dead, they had a sense of humor that made them likeable, even among the Breather’s; this was their allure…their death grip on the living.
“Then why do you falter Dark One?” Ana’s voice did not shudder, she remained calm. They were coming, she could feel them. So close now.
The Dark One looked at her intently. His strange eyes shone bright, like two blazing orbs of truth held before her. She could not see past those eyes, the truth that lay beyond them, cold in secret, colder than even death.
“I have secrets to tell you Ana. There are many things that you do not know- things you fear, but you do not need to fear, Ana.” The Dark One spoke to her, still in his whispering voice- the voice of the trees.
Ana felt betrayed; this forest was her home, these trees spoke to her, in her language. His presence tainted their song, and their whispers became foreign to Ana.
The shrieks grew closer as the whispers of the trees merged with the whispers of the Dark One.
“Secrets Ana…so many secrets…”
The cries pierced Ana’s ears, cries of death and pain enveloped her empty heart, while she fell even further into darkness.
Her hunger now made its way past her throat; the metallic taste rose up from deep within her, making its way into her eyes and mouth. He was just a man. He looked like a Breather, and probably died like one too.
The Dark One, moved closer to her, quicker than a Breather would move. Suddenly his hand was on her ice cold arm, burning her skin as he spoke…
“Come with me, or you will die.”
“Tell me your secrets and I will go with you,” Ana said. Her eyes scanned the dark trees beyond, how could she escape? Surely, The Dark One would kill her, and if he didn’t, then they would. Her time was precious.
“We haven’t time, Ana. Come with me, I will lead you to safety. It is your soul they crave. They are angry. Let me save you.”
She beheld his gaze, a moment shifted and time was forgotten; Ana lunged at him with unbelievable force, her hunger, so powerful now. She could no longer control it, it was the vampire gift, the scent of blood, mixed with her fear, which strangely excited her.
Ana’s teeth sank deep into his veins, The Dark One screamed, his blood soaked his shirt and chest as he struggled to escape.
“Nooooooooo!” The Dark One whispered sorrowfully, as he looked Ana deep in the eyes. “Now… we die!”
The deep red liquid stained her chin as she watched him fall to the ground. Her hunger was deeply satisfied, but fear soon seized her body, as she realized her mistake. If he was sent to betray her, why hadn’t he done so when he had the chance?
Then Ana knew….he was her Savior, her only hope of escaping them.
He lay on the ground before her, soaked in blood. He appeared dead, Ana knelt before him, confused. He was not a man, nor a vampire….what was this thing before her? He did not breath, but still, a deep thump mimicked the sound of his beating heart.
Ana touched his back… then everything changed.
Thump… Thump…..
The tree’s swayed, the wind grew violent, the silence… deafening. She did not hear them as they stood before her, so quiet now.
Thump…Thump….
The man’s back twisted in spasms as his blood soaked shirt tore open. The thumping grew more violent as his body seizured back and forth, keeping time with the sway of the trees.
“Dark One?” Ana touched the man gently. The man’s skin was so hot, it singed her skin to touch him. Beneath her fingers the thumping started again, like a caged bird trying to free itself. Then, a miracle… thousands of white doves emerged from his blood stained back, flapping wildly before her. Ana’s eyes grew wide as she witnessed what could not be explained. The doves hovered ten or more feet above the dead man’s back, flapping wildly, taking the shape of what looked like, huge birdlike wings.
The darkness forced itself into Ana’s thoughts, evading her senses; she did not feel them peering at her…into her. Ana’s eyes focused, instead, on the strange whiteness hovering above the man, ghostly white doves caught in moonlight and blood.
A dark voice snickered from beyond the clearing of the Oak Tree. Startled, Ana sank back into reality. How could she have forgotten that they were so close?
“Look closer child…” sneered the dark whispered voice.
Ana sat panicked, knowing that she could not outrun them now…her fate ended here in this clearing. What was to come….would. Maybe they just wanted to frighten her, treat her as their prey, or toy with her.
“Look…” it said with a sickening sneer. “Look at the creature that lies before you, Vampire!”
Ana looked at the dead man/beast beside her; his blood still stained her lips as she focused in on his human face, how beautiful he looked, even in death. The doves that flew above the man’s body had stopped flapping wildly now, but somehow remained airborne, as if they were hovering there above him….waiting.
Ana knew now, these were not doves, couldn’t be. Nothing on this earth could have taken the shape of what Ana thoughts now perceived.
The moonlight broke through the wind shaken trees, revealing huge white feathered wings, hovering in the air above the dead man. Ana’s eyes grew wide as she studied what she could not comprehend. Nothing made sense now.
“Hmmmm…hehehehehe…” the thing cackled into the air. “You killed your protector, Vampire. You were one of the Chosen One’s; you were not forgotten by, Him…” The thing in the shadows pointed up to the sky as he whispered his horrible tale to Ana.
Him….Him….Him….
“Who are you speaking of?” Ana screamed back at her stalker.
“Oh….you know…” her stalker replied in a hushed tone, slurring as he spoke. The silence that followed made the darkness intolerable, even to Ana.
Ana did not know, Him. She had been forgotten her whole life; in her mortal and in her dead life, she had been alone. There was no Him, there never had been.
Tears ran down Ana’s cheeks as she touched the burning flesh of her Savior. He had been sent here to save her. She was chosen…by….Him.
“This is a matter of great importance, Lost One. You have created the most heinous of sins…” the thing stepped out from beyond the shadows to reveal itself. Ana’s eyes rested on the beast’s face and the shadows disappeared, revealing what was not a vampire. As the beast emerged, so did the other’s, marking the same black face as their predecessor. He was their leader, Leader of the Dark Army.
“What have I done?” Ana whispered into the air, confessing her sins to whomever would hear them.
“I am damned, I am nothing to God!”
The beast stood before Ana now, smiling, revealing his razor like teeth. “God knows you….you were Chosen by him. He sent you his Angel to tell you so. I do not feel pity for you. You are what you are. A killer.”
Ana saw them now in hundreds before her, there would be no escape. She had chosen her fate, out of weakness.
“Jesus loves me….” Ana sang the prayer she remembered from her childhood. That familiar song, chimed in her mind…” this I know…for the bible tells me so…”
The demon shrieked and drew back at Ana’s song.
“little ones to Him belong….” Ana sank into the void.
“they are weak…but he is strong….”
The demons howled in anger or pain, and Ana’s voice grew stronger.
“Killer,” screamed the demon in anguish. “You killed him, your guardian, the only one who loved you… YOU BELONG TO US NOW!”
Ana opened her eyes to the darkness; only, there was no darkness to see. Before her, stood the man, the winged man, her guardian and Savior.
“I am here Ana…” the guardian spoke with love as he held out his hand to her. “Come with me, and you will be safe.”
Ana cried as she took his hand, warmth invaded her soul, carrying with it, acceptance.
“I am forgotten,” Ana sobbed as she gazed into the Angel’s eyes. “Why do you come?”
The Angel looked at Ana and smiled, “I have come to show you the way.”
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In the darkness, Ana’s song remained. The wind howled to keep the trees company, carrying with it, the song of repentance.
This made the taste of Ana’s blood bitter to the demons, as they feasted on her, they cried for their loss.
Cleaning/Painting=Creative
Today I spent all day at my new house painting and cleaning. It is amazing the transformation a little paint gives to an old house. Here are some pics of my house BEFORE it is done. We are spending all week cleaning and painting before we move in…I will post the “after” pictures too, (later) to show the transformation.
Here is the house–we intend to paint the porch white.
The back of the house and part of our backyard.
The kitchen–BEFORE we paint it. We got a burnt gold color for the walls and a eggshell white for the cupboards.
Living room–before pic. We haven’t gotten to the living room yet. I like this room though, because it has pillars in it!
Upstairs–before pic. The blue trim will be painted a dark tan and the carpet will be changed as well.
- Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.