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Headstone - Chapter 2Damon's Pov
Joslyn's soft sobs echoed through the house, with each whimper my heart broke a little more. I stood and walked into the living room where Joslyn sat curled up, gently hold a picture of our beaming baby, Allie's smile splitting her face in half. I sat next to 'Lyn and pulled her to me, rubbing her back soothingly.
"She was never a noisy baby, always quiet, always serene. Why did we have to get into that damned car crash?!" Joslyn cried, wrapping her arms tightly around
HeadstoneThe rain poured down from the gloomy, grey sky, drenching a young woman to the bone, turning her long blonde ringlets dark with water. She kept her massive feathered wings tucked close to her back as her silver-blue eyes swirled with an unrecognizable emotion. A tall russet skinned man with white dove wings was walking slowly toward her, his dark eyes filled with sorrow, for he knew she was hurting, he felt it to.
"Joslyn, she's in a better place." The man's voice was deep and husky as he wrapped his arms around Joslyn, unfurling his wings and sheltering the shaking woman from the pelting shower. Joslyn turned into her lover's chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her body soaking up the unnatural heat that radiated off of him.
"What if she's not Damon?" Joslyn murmured, brushing her lips across the hollow of Damon's throat as tears streamed down her face.
"You know she is, don't say that, and until we see her again we c
December's PastA rose fluttered to the ground as a young woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and mocha brown eyes walked away from the two headstones, tears falling down her face. Her two falcon wings ruffled as she forced herself not to scream out in pain as her heart shattered all over again. It has been a year since her parents' death and the death of her entire reason to live, her best friend, Ben, her crazy half gargoyle best friend. Or so she thought. December snarled and flashed her inch long fangs at the nearest thing, a small rabbit, revealing her vampiric side to the helpless creature. The sun beat down on her and her natural reaction was to flee from it's rays but the ring she wore around her neck on a thin silver chain prevented her from burning under it's heat. December finally collapsed against a mighty oak and let the memories that she has been fighting back for the past two hundred and thirty years wash over her.
The CougarIt was Jake's birthday today and I had gotten him his eight thousand dollar birthday present, a 1971 Mercury Cougar. His dream car. I have moved on with Jake, after Edward left me, and am now happily engaged. Only Emily and I know about the car and I intend to keep it that way. It was twelve-thirty, ten minutes until Jake gets home and the surprise party starts. I heard the gravel crunch under approaching tires and hushed everyone down. Jake walked through the door, the biggest smile on his face.
"Bells, Em, guys!" Jake flipped on the switch and we all jumped up screaming surprise.
"Happy Birthday Jake!" I exclaimed as Jake pulled me into a hug before the both of us were jumped by the pack. After a lot of laughing and joking Emily brought up the subject of presents and Jake's eyes lit up.
"Presents, I like presents. any for me?" Quil laughed as Sam punched him in the shoulder.
"Yes presents, but none for you Quil, and I do believe that Bella would Like to give hers first." Emily smiled
My Life with My JacobJacob's head whipped around to glare at Quil, who in turn, started to laugh his butt off.
"Shut up Quil, before I kick your furry tail into next week!" Jake snarled at Quil who imeadiantly shut up.
"Jake, honey, calm down or do I have to come over there?" I laughed back, walking over to shove Jake.
She was His Mike's POV.
I stared intently at Bella, her sleeping figure enchanting me. She was so beautiful, but she was curled up next to Cullen. They were both sleeping soundly, seeing that it is seven-thirty in the morning. The eleventh and twelfth grades were heading up to D.C. for a class field trip before the end of school, which was only a week away. Thats when I noticed an iPod touch under Cullen's hand, and an ear bud in one of Bella's ears and the other in Cullen's. I leaned forward a little so that I could see the name of the song that was playing, That's What You Get Paramore,
well at least Cullen had a good sense of music. Bella stirred a little and I pulled back, not wanting to get caught prying, but she only settled down again as soon as Cullen's arm tightened aroung her waist slightly. God, why did she have to be with him! I want her so much it hurts sometimes, I just want to be the one holding her, not Edward. Just then our teacher called out that we were almost
The Amber Gem CrownLong ago in a land whose name has been scratched away by the sands of time, lived a beautiful queen who was favored for her crown. The crown was one that was encrested by a large amber gem. The amber was, in itself, a very remarkable thing, for as long as it shined the city would be safe from the darkest beasts, rouge vampires. But one fatefull day the queen fell ill and the gem started to fade. Meanwhile, as the queen laied ill in bed, the wolves that served her guarded the city. But as the gem faded more and more each passing hour, one by one the wolves left their posts, feeling the gem's power weaken. All but a young, lone wolf left the city walls, he had stayed to protect the stupid humans. `Of all my rotten luck!` the wolf grumbled in his head, `stay and protect the city, Torren says, stay and guard Torren says, bah! Blastphemy I say!`
Of Wings and Wolves"Grace! Calm down, I ment no harm, I didn't even know!" an female's voice echoed through the beautiful Victorian style house. There was a rustle of what sounded like feathers and a growl.
"Didn't know my arse!" another feamale voice shrieked. "I just informed you that you're not allowed to fly right now, its to dangerous, it could exspose us. We have to wait until winter, early spring and summer. Fall doesn't work in the matter of safety." a brunett woman around nineteen, twenty years old stormed out of the house. Two silver colored wings shot out of her back, extending to a length of twelve feet. Another female with red-orange hair quickly followed her, wings of pure cream in color adorned her back.
"Grace, come on, there's no need for you to phase!" The redhead cried. The brunett whirled around, stomping up to the redhead.
"Do not, tell me what to do Kadja!" Grace spat, a snarling growl ripping it's way from her throat. Grace turned on her heels and stalked back to her spot. Suddenly
I'm Always Here For YouShawn Callinger groaned as he was abruptly awakened by his cellphone playing Nickleback's "Never Gonna Be Alone". That song was for one person and one person only. His best friend Riah Clark. "Why would Ri be calling at," Shawn glanced at his clock, "three-thirty in the morning?" Shawn asked himself as he stumbled for his phone,
"Hello?" Shawn mumbled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Shawn? Can you come over? Please!" came the small voice of Riah, it sounded as if she had been seriously crying.
"RIAH! What happened sweetheart?!" Shawn asked, imediantly nervous. Shawn became imediantly protective when all he got as a response was a quiet sob and a few meak wimpers. Shawn had known Riah since she was about three and a half. He was two years older than Riah who was fourteen.
"Riah, what happened?" Sh
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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