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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
The Little Girl in the Yellow Nightgown GTChristoph let out a soft grunt as something tiny and warm pressed into his abdomen. Frowning with confusion, the young giant began to sit up in bed, careful not to lose focus on that little tiny feeling on his skin. Rubbing his dark facial scruff, Christoph reached with his other hand to flip the switch of the bed side lamp- he gasped as light flooded his tired eyes, and waited for his pupils to adapt…
The giant then gently removed his bed covers, and gazed down at his bare stomach and breathed out sharply.
The sight before him was astonishing- a girl, a tiny little thumbing of a girl lay shivering on his skin… She had dark long hair, the color of a panther's coat, and skin (much tanner and darker than Christoph's) which was as warm and brown as golden hot chocolate.. Christoph felt his eyebrows furrow as he thought, 'How in the universe has such a little morsel ended up here?"
Christoph was never fond of eating humans- squirmy, fatless little things… B
Embroidered 11 ( LevixReader AU)
You called Petra over after you had taken care of Levi and sent him to bed. She didn't waste time to make it over after you mentioned that Levi was already over your house. You opened your door to get the mail just as Petra rushed from her car to your porch.
"Oh thank goodness! I was afraid that I'd be stuck out here." Petra exclaimed removing her soaked hood from her head.
"How is he"?
"Well, he's sleep right now...I think. You know come to think of it, that little fucker is really quiet."
"[Name]! You didn't bother to check on him"!?
"Haha oh Petra calm down alright. I checked on him. Now get your butt in here it's cold dammit." You said to stepping aside so that she could get in. Light thunder crackled in the distance as Petra made her way into your family room and switched on your t.v.
"Hey [Name], would you like to watch t.v.? Oh sure Pet, here take the remote why don't you." You replied sarcastically.
"Aww, [Name], You shouldn'
Neither A Light, Nor A Heat - Part 1Cold wind whistled through the gorge that cut through the Ascarlin Mountains, sending a shiver through Lyne that rattled all the way down to the bone. Below, autumn colors were settling into the woods that surrounded the city of Negav. People were tending warm hearths, cooking dinner as the heat radiated out into the room and melted off the chill starting to settle in. Snow was rare in Felarya's only permanent human settlement, but that knowledge did little to make the winter rains less frigid.
Lyne pulled his cloak around him and hunched forward, trying to keep his hands from the iron barrel of his rifle, which refused to hold any heat. His shirt and pants were at least warm enough to keep the chill off of his wire-thin body, and the mop of loose, curly hair was thick enough to hold in what heat he managed to acquire.
"Liven up, son," said the driver next to him. He dug his elbow into Lyne's side, and about knocked the young man over. "You look like you're keeping a graveyard watch."
Marry Me! -Capitulo 2 - Parte 3Se encontraba refugiada a la fresca sombra de un enorme árbol, en el lugar citado la noche anterior, unas horas antes de la hora marcada. -¿Porqué había llegado tan temprano?-Se preguntaba a sí misma en voz alta.
-Porque la puesta de sol de hoy es muy hermosa y quería compartirla contigo.- Contestó una voz de tono varonil desde unas ramas arriba del árbol.
Alzo su vista, divisando al dueño de aquella voz tan seductoramente madura y dulce.-Eres demasiado cursi ¿No crees?- Sonrió burlonamente, sin poder notar la reacción del hombre que se encontraba sobre el árbol, pues éste llevaba una capa gris con el gorro puesto, por lo que este último escondía celosamente su rostro con la sombra que provocaba.
-Debes admitir que es una hermosa vista.- Insistió aquel hombre, haciendo caso omiso al comentario de la vampiresa.
-Sí, lo es…-Respondió la Reina Vampiro
Facing Your Fears :: 6Rehabilitation Process: Day 6...
The days were passing by. Though Persephone seemed keen to keep interacting with Terrence while her sight was impaired, Flora continued pestering her older sister about removing her makeshift blindfold or at least accustoming herself to touching Terrence. She refused to believe that her sister wasn't ready for this next step, as Persephone had been talking to Terrence recently without so much as stuttering even once. Obviously she had been growing more comfortable with the giant spider over the course of the week yet each time Flora suggested their next course of action, Persephone would a way to dodge it.
Unfortunately, Terrence also proved little to no help coercing Persephone; he wanted her to progress at her own pace and didn't in the slightest want to force her into some situation she was uncomfortable with. He sought her trust, after all, and forcing her to touch him might risk that trust. He constantly told Flora th
Embroidered 12 ( LevixReader AU)
You, Petra and Levi had moved your little group project upstairs in the family loft. The storm had gotten even worse as time flew by. Working by nothing but the light of the candles and flashlights you were just about finished with your group project. All you had to do was print out the statistics and pie chart and you all were done but of course, the power is out and there's no telling when it's going to come back on again. Your laptop was the only source of entertainment but no one could agree on what movie to watch. And no one meaning You and Levi. So here the three of you were. Sprawled out on the floor in the loft staring into the sky light watching as the rain tapped violently against it and the lightning flashed. Normally, thunderstorms would put you to sleep but this is totally different. Your teeth began to ache due to the munchies you had gotten and your stomach cursed you out loudly for neglecting to fill it up. Levi and Petra both heard this and exchanged looks at ea
Myth City Role-Play: Part One
(I most likely made this look more epic than I ought. But I wanted to do a crime noir style with this one. >w> )
This was done between :iconShadowdancer172: and :iconJessica-Rae-3:. She plays the part of Adair and was the one t start the prompt. I slightly rephrased her first part to fit in a story mode. Enjoy.
Hugh, a werewolf, is a police officer in a city that mixes humans and mythical creatures; which, of course, makes his job much more difficult. While most of these mythical creatures choose to stay in their natural forms, a few - more specifically, the larger ones - appear as humans, so that they can live more comfortably in a human-sized city.
One day, Hugh had to go a few miles outside of the city, into a deep forest, to check up on one person who hasn't paid their taxes or even really visited the city, as far as he knew, in quite a while.
When he reached their home, he grimaced. It's clear this p
Myth City Role-Play: Part Two
(I love the pic still! )
It wasn't until about a week later when Judy was sitting in her office that she got the phone call. She was chewing on some gum while filing down her nails since this was her break, but of course someone would call at that moment. She shouted at the other cubicles, "Phone call!"
No one responded.
She sucked her teeth and then answered the phone with a grumble, "Mythos Taxing Relief. This is Judy Sanders. How may I help you?"
Adair paused, sighed, and replied, in a slightly strained voice (it took a huge amount of effort to degrade himself this way), "I'm having a little trouble, paying bills." He took another breath. He supposed he'd have to tell her the reason, then... "My family has acquired a debt, and I don't have the money." He said shortly, irritation in his tone. He knew he was supposed to be 'polite' or something like that...but it was so difficult, when all he felt like doing was picking a good
The Pink Mist Ninja 2Ike, a small water filled country on the western part of Japan which was recently hostility taken over by forces of the larger northern country of Naga in a single night. To the Pink Mist this was something she didn't care about but for her next mission she had to know everything about it as much as possible.
In a small inn in the country of Kotoko south of Ike rested a rather chubby man dressed as a lord as he sat in peasant conditions. He was Loz, former head ruler of Ike and had fled the country as Naga invaded his lands. As he stared out at the moon bathed flower gardens, he felt a sudden gust behind him and turn around to see a ninja wearing a pink head mask with matching gloves and tabi socks with black top and trousers which had two pink vertical lines running up her suit on both sides with a sword strap to her back.
"You, you are the Pink Mist?" Loz asked as his voice quivered a little.
"Yes, what did you want to hire me for?" She spoke in a clam tone as she crossed her arms.
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
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