This Is A Story Story Based On A Couple I Am composição literária In Another Story, I wanna see if I can Get The Chemistry Right. Kal Is A Healer, He Has The Power To Heal People And Is Connected With Heaven. Like An angel But Less Powerful. Aria Is Half Healer, But mais Powerful, She Could Even Be Deadly.
Part 1
Aria sat outside her house rocking back and forth on her porch swing, the only sound was the squeaking of the rusting chains. The sky was darkening into a peaceful cloudless night, and it seemed like the things around her, did not want to ruin it. She never moved her gaze from the small little pond she and her brothers had made a few years back. A few small peixe swam, completely oblivious to the human world around them, if only Aria could be so lucky. They were peaceful, small animais that could barely keep a thought in their mind for mais than a second.
If only she could do something like that, forget her problems, but that was never an option.
But tonight, she was not to be bothered por those things, she was going to smile, and nodded, say ‘I’m fine’ and fool them into believe it. Because they would believe it weather she was convincing or not, because they were done caring.
“Aria?” Toby came outside quietly and sat down seguinte to her, the same weak smile he always had. And he was going to be doing the same fake smile crap as Aria. With a sigh she looked up him, finally removing her eyes from the pond. “We best get ready” He was not pleased about the engagement they were about to go to. Something they never did, fancy dresses, and clean fit tuxes, nothing to their liking.
Without a word, Aria nodded and stood up walking into the house and up to her bedroom. The dress she was wearing was draped over her mirror; she had been dreading the moment she had to put the thing on. It was a beautiful black dress, something you would find in a wedding catalog. It was strapless with a tight middle, there was no design but it slid into a bottom that had about three levels of black waves that flowed to the floor.
She had not picked it out, it belonged to her mother, something that was about twenty years old, and it still looked ‘in style’ today. This was one of the only things of her mother’s she had ever touched. As a child her father had forbid her to even mention her mother. He somehow blamed Aria for her mother’s death, although she was a small child when her mother fell ill and died.
Shaking her head, Aria grabbed the dress and dragged it to the bathroom that was connected to her room. She stared at her hair that fell lifelessly to she shoulders, she was not the best with her hair, but for what she did, she did not need to worry about her makeup or hair. It would just get messed up during the job. Deciding she would put it up, she got to work, picking at it, and making sure she did it right. Then she slipped the dress on and struggled to walk down the stairs.
She refused to wear heals, that was something she was never good at.
“I could barely recognize you” Toby teased as he met her at the end of the stair case, “I was about to grab my salt,” Aria laughed along with him, as they walked into the leaving room so Aria could grab her purse.
“Don’t let me forget this” She said to Toby as she threw the strap over her shoulder. Knowing very well she was always forgetting it, she had certain things in it that most people would find - appalling. As they were about to head to the car, a low pop came from behind them. They bother turned to meet Kal, his face covered in shock as he looked the two over.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asked staring at them like they were aliens. His eyes met Aria’s for a moment, but she looked away knowing she would blush, which was not something she did very often.
“No” Aria smiled at the sight of him, but she did not let the smile stay long, “We are just off to a party, as you can see, it’s not our usual style.” She grumbled.
“Why don’t you cadastrar-se us? It would be nice, you would definitely make it less boring” Toby laughed, and his words were true, Kal always brought certain energy to anything. Plus, Toby needed a drinking buddy, Aria now he would not last the night without a few drinks.
“I have never been to anything like this, it seems like it is very different from what I have seen. I fear I may mess things up for the two of you. Are you sure?” Toby rubbed his chin for affect and looked Kal over, what he was wearing was almost perfect.
“I think you are good, but be careful how you take things, stay por us, and if you are unsure of what to do, then just ask one of us.”
“With pleasure,” He smiled at Toby then Aria, both smiled back, and Aria’s night got a little bit better.
Part 1
Aria sat outside her house rocking back and forth on her porch swing, the only sound was the squeaking of the rusting chains. The sky was darkening into a peaceful cloudless night, and it seemed like the things around her, did not want to ruin it. She never moved her gaze from the small little pond she and her brothers had made a few years back. A few small peixe swam, completely oblivious to the human world around them, if only Aria could be so lucky. They were peaceful, small animais that could barely keep a thought in their mind for mais than a second.
If only she could do something like that, forget her problems, but that was never an option.
But tonight, she was not to be bothered por those things, she was going to smile, and nodded, say ‘I’m fine’ and fool them into believe it. Because they would believe it weather she was convincing or not, because they were done caring.
“Aria?” Toby came outside quietly and sat down seguinte to her, the same weak smile he always had. And he was going to be doing the same fake smile crap as Aria. With a sigh she looked up him, finally removing her eyes from the pond. “We best get ready” He was not pleased about the engagement they were about to go to. Something they never did, fancy dresses, and clean fit tuxes, nothing to their liking.
Without a word, Aria nodded and stood up walking into the house and up to her bedroom. The dress she was wearing was draped over her mirror; she had been dreading the moment she had to put the thing on. It was a beautiful black dress, something you would find in a wedding catalog. It was strapless with a tight middle, there was no design but it slid into a bottom that had about three levels of black waves that flowed to the floor.
She had not picked it out, it belonged to her mother, something that was about twenty years old, and it still looked ‘in style’ today. This was one of the only things of her mother’s she had ever touched. As a child her father had forbid her to even mention her mother. He somehow blamed Aria for her mother’s death, although she was a small child when her mother fell ill and died.
Shaking her head, Aria grabbed the dress and dragged it to the bathroom that was connected to her room. She stared at her hair that fell lifelessly to she shoulders, she was not the best with her hair, but for what she did, she did not need to worry about her makeup or hair. It would just get messed up during the job. Deciding she would put it up, she got to work, picking at it, and making sure she did it right. Then she slipped the dress on and struggled to walk down the stairs.
She refused to wear heals, that was something she was never good at.
“I could barely recognize you” Toby teased as he met her at the end of the stair case, “I was about to grab my salt,” Aria laughed along with him, as they walked into the leaving room so Aria could grab her purse.
“Don’t let me forget this” She said to Toby as she threw the strap over her shoulder. Knowing very well she was always forgetting it, she had certain things in it that most people would find - appalling. As they were about to head to the car, a low pop came from behind them. They bother turned to meet Kal, his face covered in shock as he looked the two over.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asked staring at them like they were aliens. His eyes met Aria’s for a moment, but she looked away knowing she would blush, which was not something she did very often.
“No” Aria smiled at the sight of him, but she did not let the smile stay long, “We are just off to a party, as you can see, it’s not our usual style.” She grumbled.
“Why don’t you cadastrar-se us? It would be nice, you would definitely make it less boring” Toby laughed, and his words were true, Kal always brought certain energy to anything. Plus, Toby needed a drinking buddy, Aria now he would not last the night without a few drinks.
“I have never been to anything like this, it seems like it is very different from what I have seen. I fear I may mess things up for the two of you. Are you sure?” Toby rubbed his chin for affect and looked Kal over, what he was wearing was almost perfect.
“I think you are good, but be careful how you take things, stay por us, and if you are unsure of what to do, then just ask one of us.”
“With pleasure,” He smiled at Toby then Aria, both smiled back, and Aria’s night got a little bit better.
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him por the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have mais energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him por the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have mais energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one you amor in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the seguinte dia will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my amor ...is my rival....Time has stopped to you as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if you keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... Or one dia you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so rápido, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow you take life's seguinte test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not cantar loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. Or maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so rápido, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow you take life's seguinte test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not cantar loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. Or maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
This is a song inspired por Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story posted here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen anjos always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken borboletas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written por a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen anjos always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken borboletas with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?