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Before I Woke Chapter 8 BewildermentChapter 8 Bewilderment
I do not own Alice or any other characters from The Twilight Saga. They all belong to the one and only, Stephenie Mayers. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s begin.
I slowly feel myself come into wakefulness. I've been out for a long time, I can feel it. I also can feel a throbbing ache throughout all my muscles, as if I had done an intense exercise that worked out every muscle in my body, before I had gone to sleep.
Even worse than the painful aching in my muscles is the pounding migraine in my temples. It's as if there are two little men inside my head that are slamming huge sledge hammers into my temples repeatedly.
A whimper escapes lips, and I wish to return to unconsciousness (to return to peaceful oblivion) but it eludes to find me again. I open my eyes slowly and take in my surroundings. It’s dark and there isn’t much in the small room only a small toilet in the corner and a c
Before I Woke ch. 7Chapter 7 Memories part 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Alice. If I did, she'd be real and my second best friend because Alexis is my best friend. So with that, let's begin! ! (BTW: My beta wrote that amazing and tear-jerking last part)
I close my eyes, trying to block out the sudden flow of memories. There are too many painful things to think about, now that I'm locked up in this place. But no matter what I try, they still manage to come. I squeeze my eyes shut, bring my knees to my chest, and rock myself back and forth, trying to concentrate on not remembering.
A bright white light flashes in front of my eyes temporarily, blinding me. I breathe rapidly as my panic increases.
A sharp, electrifying pain courses throughout my veins, beginning at my head and circuiting throughout my body. I cry out and close my eyes, trying to find some way to relieve the pain.
I fall deeper and deeper into darkness consuming me, into nothingness.
I gasp. My eyes fly open as I realize what I just saw. Panic
Before I Woke - Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)Author’s Notes:
Hey, Everyone. Happy holidays!
Before I Woke is no longer on Hiatus ! I’m really glad because I felt pretty bad about leaving you waiting with no idea of when I’d start writing again, so I thought posting this for a pre-Christmas present. And I’m more than half way done with chapter seven, so expect another post within the next few days.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I probably should have been writing these from the beginning, but better late than never. - I don’t own Alice or Cynthia, they were created by the wonderful Stephenie Meyers. Everyone else is mine all mine. I’m not making any money from this, so don’t sue me, Stephenie, gomen.
Chapter 6 Memories (part 1)
Darkness. Complete darkness has been constant since the first day I was admitted to this wretched hell hole.
Day in, day out, complete darkness.
And as the days went by, I started to lose track of ti
Before I woke - chapter 5Chapter 5 Betrayal
My father wants to kill me.
Over the years, I had come to realize that I wasn't my father’s favorite person and he didn’t exactly like me either, what with me always drawing unwanted attention to the family with my visions. We never had a close father-daughter relationship. But I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that would be enough for him to want me dead.
I sit in the quiet darkness of my room, unsure of what to do. All I know is that I can't stay here, not unless I want to die.
I pull back the covers slowly, quietly stepping out of bed. I tiptoe across the room, grabbing a pair of shoes out of my closet. Tiptoeing back, I slowly open the door, careful not to wake my sleeping family members.
I creep quietly down the hall, only stopping when I come in front of Cynthia's room. I open the door and step inside. She sleeps soundly. Her soft, wavy hair shines silver in the moonlight.
Moving closer to the bed, I place a soft hand on her hair.
Before I Woke - Chapter 4Chapter 4 Unforeseen
January 11, 1919
It has been a little over six months since Mama passed and it would seem as if my entire world has been turned upside down. Papa has all but forgotten Mama. He acts as if she never existed, glad that she was gone even. It just doesn't seem right. He didn’t even seem to mourn her death, not even a little bit. And what was even more suspicious was that he had started dating some blonde women from Chicago less than a month after she died. Her father is a good client of Papa’s; that’s how they met initially.
Ms. Veronica Crooney-now Brandon- is her name, and she is the most pernicious woman that has ever walked the earth. She absolutely adores Cynthia, and treats her as if she is a child of gold. Though she unquestionably hates me. We often get into arguments, which always ends with me getting punished. I adamantly hate Veronica and wish she would go back to Chicago where she belongs.
I set my diary on my nightstand and m
Before I Woke - Chapter 3June 26, 1918
It has been four months since I had the vision of Mama being killed. Everyone has been on edge since then. Every slam of a door or drop of a glass makes me jump. I guess you could say that I'm being paranoid, but what choice do I have? I can't do anything that will risk Mama's life. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I really hope Papa is right about my vision being wrong. I really do.
I look out to the shoreline, watching the sun set. Waves crash onto the beach and recede back into the vast ocean.
I close my diary and set it down on the soft sand. I had went to the beach earlier today. It always helps calm my nerves, which have been really high lately.
I've been here for hours thinking about Mama; she is always in my thoughts nowadays. I think about how she used to tuck me in and read me bedtime stories, or when she would sing to me when I fell and scraped my knee. But my thoughts would always end up going back to the vision of her death. With her lying
Before I Woke - Chapter 2Chapter 2 Fright
It is sunny outside, another beautiful day in Biloxi, Mississippi that I am forced to stay within the perimeter of our property line, not that I went out much before, but ever since Cynthia’s birthday my father had been even more strict about me going out.
I sit on the old tire swing underneath the massive Weeping Willow, slowly swing back and forth, while I read my favorite book; “Forgotten in the Garden.”
Hours pass as I wait for Cynthia to return from school. When I hear a blood curling scream coming from the house. I run back inside to see where it came from. I step into the kitchen; no one is there, “Mama?” I call, no one answers.
I look in every room one by one finding nothing, “Mama?!” I call again, my voice slightly hysterical. I wait listening for an answer; nothing. I start to look up stairs, when I hear a m
Before I Woke - chapter 1Birthday 1
February 23, 1918
Today is Cynthia’s eighth birthday, I can’t believe how old she’s getting it feels as if it was only yesterday Mama and Papa brought her home from the hospital. Speaking of Papa, he isn’t here, he never is. He’s always out selling jewelry to some Yankee up north, but, today he should be here, we all miss him terribly especially Cynthia and on top of that he promised he would be. Not that he ever keeps his promises. I guess it doesn’t matter; we can still have a good time with out him.
“Mary Alice.” My mother calls. I put down my diary and go down stairs to see what she wants.
“Yes Mama.” She is icing a large cake for Cynthia’s birthday this afternoon. She smiles at me kindly, her light blue eyes sparkling lightly.
“Will you go down to the schoolhouse and pick up your sister for me, please.”
I frowned, I hate doing this, and everyone in town would call me a witch,
Alice and Jasper the Beginnig (chapter 2)
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
Chapter 2 The Cullens.
We sit in the cave together; Jasper holding me in his arms. "I don't even know your name, though think I love you." He whispers.
I smile up at him. "I guess I never did tell you my name, I tend to get a little ahead of myself at times. It's just that I feel like I already know you, Jasper." He smiles at me with kind eyes. "My name is Mary Alice, though every one calls me Alice.
"Well. Alice," he says still smiling, "would you like to tell me how you know me?"
"You could say I kind of saw you coming." His expression looks confused he obviously doesn't understand what I mean. "I can see the future actually, and I saw you, so I went looking for you and I now found you."
"If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering what made your eyes that color. In my hundred years I never had seen any thing like it." He says, with curious eyes.
"I don't hunt the way you do, Jasper; I don't feed on human blood
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 9
Chapter: 9 Blackout
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDEHEART.
The Snoopers had flown in to pick us up on Arendelle. Their ship, the Always Faithful, was regal yet intimidating. We followed Doctor Whooves' coordinates to the Admiral Jetson's cruiser. The entire Guardian ship was under blackout, drifting aimlessly through space.
Galleth Snooper cracked his thunderous knuckles. "This is undoubtedly a trap."
"True, but as a fellow Hanna-Barberan, Admiral Jetson's safety is of the utmost importance.", replied his mother.
Suddenly, my wristcom blipped as Kira whispered, "Elsa?"
"Yes, Kira. It's me."
"Thank the stars. They ambushed us. We're all scattered throughout the ship. Meet me in the detention block and-....wait....wait..."
A stern voice yelled, "There she is! Blast her!" The transmission ended.
I turned to Super Snooper, who was at the wheel. "Y
CHAPTER 8 MEMORIES AND TESTSCHAPTER 8
In front of them the cave stood; enormous in size and eerie in atmosphere. Glancing at Donatello Mikey spoke.
“what is this place?”
Donatello looked to him and spoke.
“this is the tunnel of Yubi. It was carved out of the mountain centuries ago and represents the darkness that must be overcome in order to see light.”
Next to him Mikey felt Leo shift uncomfortably. “and we have to go through it?” Donatello nodded.
“yes. It will take us to the castle. But it will not be easy.”
Mikey cocked his head.
“what do you me-”
but his words were cut off as a dull roar passed by them carried on the winds.
“I will explain more; but we must keep moving.”
Stepping into the cave Mikey felt his skin crawl; it was unnaturally cold and damp; and every step he took it felt as though he was being pulled deeper and deeper into oblivion. As though they were stepping into an entirely new world. Glancing back he found himself
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 The Queen's Bodyguard
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I flung open the doors and entered my castle. Anna leapt up from her seat, "Sis? What's wrong?" I hugged her tight.
"It's Michael. He's out of range and Loki....and...and..-"
"Slow down, Elsa.", worried the redhead. "Breathe. What happened to Michael?"
"Loki's behind everything. The attacks...the Phantom. All of it. He has a plot against Michael and now I can't reach him. I'm setting course for Dagobah, and I'm bringing him home." I broke free of my sister's embrace and raced upstairs.
"Wait, Elsa. This could be a trap!"
"I don't care, Anna. He's my husband and I'll travel to the ends of the galaxy for him." I looked at my wedding ring, gaining motivation from it. "I'll love him forever. For better and for worse. Anna, you are in charge if.....until...I return." I packed my bags
Darkest Depths: Part One - DissolutionThe lake spread out before him as far as the eye could see, an endless silver and black mirror reflecting the face of their god above. Gealach was an immense presence, drowning out the light of any stars with moon’s light. The Moonwatcher seemed concerned, peering down on the travelling pair with close scrutiny, and for good reason. Berach and his apprentice, Crowe, continued their journey through the heart of Oathbreaker territory on the old stag’s quest to find his daughter.
Elspeth had not returned from the Swan Doe’s Kingdom, and the emptiness in Berach’s heart from her absence ate at him. It plagued his soul, growing ever darker, consuming his thoughts and dreams. The darkness had always been a part of him; the loss of his leg had sown the seed but Muirín had been there to shed the light of hope within him. Her love, and later the love of their adopted daughter, had opened his heart and his mind. Muirín had shown him how to accept the gifts that t
Every Breath You Take || Ch. 10Already shielding herself from the sight of Abels' withered wounds, Claire twisted around to match the face to the voice.
Dean. Dean was here, which meant things were suddenly and overwhelmingly looking up for her. But he wasn't just looking at her. Her heart went out to him when she saw the horror twist his features upon spotting the shrunken Sam pinned to the table. He muttered Sam's name, but the brothers were only able to share anxious eye contact from the space between them. Dean's eyes were back up again to Abel's, and Claire was exceedingly grateful she wasn't the target of that cold rage.
Abels clenched his jaw furiously when he saw Claire face glow for the blond hunter. If these damnable hunters hadn't intervened, she would have already been tamed by this point!
"You really think I would hand her over to you? When this is what you let happen to the people under your watch?" The witch gestured to Sam, easily playing up on the guilt Dean already burdened himsel
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 13
Chapter: 13 Murderer
1:20 am Madrisia
I immediately shoved the queen off of me and rolled out of bed. "Sirena!", I scolded.
She fidgeted with her nightgown and stuttered, "I...I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that."
I stormed out of the bedroom and into the lounge. "Damn right you shouldn't have! What were you thinking?!"
"I was...erhm...checking up on you. Then I saw you kissing in your sleep...and I....I just had to feel your lips again!"
"Sirena, you're a mess.", I sighed. "Don't you EVER do that again!"
She hung her head in shame. "Oh Michael, I'm so sorry." She fell to her knees and began to sob hysterically. "I don't know who I am anymore!", she bawled.
Having lost my parents, I knew the feelings she was going through. I helped her up and into my arms. "Shhhhhh. Shhhhhh." I rubbed her back as she cried into my shoulder. "I know, your majesty. I know it hurts. But we're gonna get you throu
Tyrone Form for DAFTERSTORYS [Alignment] Saint
[Name] Tyrone McFlynnigain
[Age] He is twenty nine years old, but he can at times act younger.
[Date of Birth] He was born on November eleventh.
[Species/Ethnicity] Tyrone is a mainly carnivorous, predatory giant. His kind have short, broad pointed ears and six sharp fangs, two larger canines and two smaller canines on the top, while having just two small canines on the bottom. The rest of their teeth are mainly human-like. They are a tall, but mainly friendly people, standing roughly between eighty to a hundred and twenty feet tall. They are solitary creatures and mainly stick by themselves, hunting dear and other game in the forests around the area that they may live in. They are known for their high sense of smell and hearing, but a undeniable allergy to gold and strong, burning smells like alcohol.
Alice and Jasper the Begining
Alice and Jasper the Beginning
I was sitting at the bar waiting, again, it has been almost thirty years since I first saw Jasper in my first vision and I still haven't found him. I've been in this small town for two weeks. I think it might be time to move on and to look elsewhere.
"Can I get you something to drink, miss?" the bar tender asks, smiling at me. I have been sitting her for about three hours I might as well if I want to keep up the human charade.
"Um "water, please."
"Coming right up." He says still smiling, and leaves the counter returning quickly. "Here you go miss, enjoy. "
"Thank you," I say politely and pretend to take a sip of the water. That's when the door opens. It was him, Jasper, I thought I would never find him. Excited, I hop down from the bar stool and approach him. "You have kept me waiting a long time." I say smiling up at him.
He ducks his head and says. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I offer him my hand, he hesitates at first, but he takes
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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