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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
Ominous- Jeff The Killer x Reader Ch.9"What are you doing?" You glared at Jeff, pulling away from him roughly.
"I was about to do some killing!"
"I can't let you do this. I was the one who dragged you into this."
He said, looking at the ground angrily.
"Well, you're not the boss now are you? I have orders, and I intend on following them."
"But you know this isn't what you want." Jeff growled. "Once you kill, there's no going back. Your mind becomes tainted, and you're seen as a monster to the world.
"You don't know what I want. My entire life changed when I ran into you. I've accepted my fate. Why can't you?" You chided.
Jeff couldn't understand. Of course you knew the sacrifice you were about to make, but there were only two options:
Kill or be killed.
You shrugged and turned to leave, but Jeff wasn't finished. He grabbed your arm and stopped you.
"You shouldn't do this. Try to think clearly!" Jeff had a strange tone in his voice, like concern. It was not like him at all.
"Since when did you start caring about me? L
Words Of GuiltSlowly Donnie snuck through the lair, doing his best to be as silent as he possibly could so no one would know he was sneaking out. while he was sure everyone was asleep he still had to be cautious with how he moved so as not to make a sound, a result of living with a family of ninjas. Once he was sure no one was watching him Donnie turned and scurried out of the lair, moving down the tunnel that led to the nearby subway tunnel. His foot had just moved to step into the subway when he felt someone grab his shoulder, pull him back and shove him against the wall.
He lashed out, trying to strike the person who had grabbed him only to feel the person grab his wrist and twist before pinning his arm against his chest.
"Where are you going Donnie?"
Raph's voice was low and vaguely threatening. Donnie did his best to seem unafraid.
"n...none of your business!"
he lashed out with his other hand, connecting with the side of Raph's face making the red banded turtle stumbled backwards a bit. Donnie
The Fox and the Bat: Role-Play
The once black night sky was slowly disappearing to reveal a red, orange and then yellow set of hues over the horizon in the distance. For many creatures, they were already near their home, so all they had to do was scurry, slither or walk into their place. However, for a certain fruitbat, it would take a while to fly back. Jess, the bat, cursed inwardly for having flown out this far in the first place, but she had been craving to get an orange from the grove. Well, she knew she had to pay the price by being late to get back home, but it was worth trying out that sweet yet rare fruit for her. She at least had put one orange about the size of her body in her feet claws, but she wondered if she'd be able to carry it the whole way.
Another problem, although, were her wings. Jess had been using them the whole night it seemed. With a groan, she glanced down into the trees below. Maybe stopping a moment wouldn't be too bad. She carefully flew down in ther
Confessing your love
He tried to focus, tried to clear his mind of all distractions like splinter had taught him too. He tried to take deep breaths, tried to relax. But nothing helped. Sighing Leo opened his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he ran his hand over his face. it wasn’t often he got scared, really scared. yet today, when they had faced shredder for the first time…..that had scared him. He’d panicked, lost his focus and……his heart clenched as he remembered the look of terror on his secret mate’s face as the large marquee letter had fallen down on top of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he remembered the panic and dread that had gripped his mind and body making his scream and claw at the large metal letter trying to pull it off Mikey. He’d felt relief flood his body when Mikey had emerged from under the letter, his body covered in dust and dirt but seeming to be ok.
Sighing again Leo did his best to calm his thundering heart. Mikey was ok, yes
Brawnafied World Volume 1 - Preview!Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One - PREVIEW
(This is a preview of my upcoming story, Tales From a Brawnafied World – Volume One. As implied by the title, there will be more tales within the full story.
This story will be available to those who support me on Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto on September 30th! If you want to receive a full copy of the story, make sure you're pledged before then!)
[Some backstory for this preview – Immediately following the Infomercial, the government issued a widespread confiscation on all Brawnafiers, essentially declaring martial law in the process. All Brawnafiers appeared to have been taken off of the market. After a few months of the product disappearing, the Power Company, under heavy scrutiny of the government began creating a series of NuBrawnafiers, which had severely limited capabilities in comparison to the original model.
Penny, a scrawny, weak teenage gir
Vengeance: Chapter 1"Don't need a damn babysitter," Desmond muttered under his breath, wearing the distracted scowl of a person still steamed from an argument. Having already stumbled more than once in his agitated haste along the dark passageway, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. It was such a hassle--having to walk everywhere. God, he missed flying.
But the loss of flight was nothing compared to what his community had lost as a whole.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about it--about any of it. His eyes snapped open promptly when he stumbled again.
His lantern was fashioned from a "small" bullet-shaped lightbulb--about as long as his arm and few times as wide. A bare copper wire nearly as thick as one of his fingers wrapped around the metal end and looped up to serve as a handle. He came to a stop when he found the loose spot in floor molding that led into the motel room he was looking for.
Desmond didn't venture out right away. He leaned close to the loose
WORDS from theives
Silently they moved through the sewer running through tunnel after tunnel until they found the one Donnie was looking for.
“Is this it?”
Donnie nodded and looked up the ladder that was built into the wall leading up to the surface.
“Yeah……This is it.”
Starting to climb up the ladder Donnie paused as they reached the top and his hands pressed against the cold material of the manhole cover. Taking a deep breath Donnie pushed, grunting and heaving with the effort to lift the 45 pound manhole cover. Shoving the cover to the side Donnie clambered out of the tunnel and stepped aside for Raph to follow, watching as his brother swung himself up and out of the tunnel.
Looking around they found themselves standing in an alley way. On either side of them crumbling buildings and rusted fire escapes met their vision. Further down the alley they could hear the sounds of the city, cars honking, people talking, going about their own lives, blissfully unaware of the
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 20
Chapter: 20 An Ever-Escalating Enigma
5:08 pm The Haven
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, RILEY SPARX.
Our teenage friend and I blasted away at training droids wielding electrostaffs. "Great shooting!", I complimented.
"Thanks!", nodded the blonde as he fired his rifle.
"What's your name, anyway?", asked Doctor Whooves.
"Hallock.", he smirked. "Guardian Soldier. Private first class."
"Well, after your heroics today, don't expect to be a private any longer.", grinned Derpy.
"Come on, everyone.", blurted Doc. "The main antennae is just up these stairs." We cautiously ascended into the control room. Computers and datascreens lined the walls while a massive needle pointed up and out of the building. "Bingo."
I shot a twitching droid for good measure and accessed the antennae's terminal. "Alright Doc. Looks like the virus hasn't made its way into the antennae's mainframe yet
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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