I was experimenting with my Adobe photoshop and quotes and this is the result: Live Life.
The quote is something I made up after looking at MANY other "life quotes" on Photobucket. The background was also found on Photobucket and my mother took the picture of me (which I cropped, copied and pasted from it's original image to the background). I'd love any feedback anybody is willing to give :)
Three Kingdoms, One Princess (2)
Chapter One
Mel sat in front of her computer. She had a blank word processing document open. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Mel waited. This shouldn't be so hard. Not for me. She thought to herself. Mel had always had way to much imagination and needed to do something with it. But whenever she sat down to write down her ideas, her mind went completely blank. Then a tid-bit of idea crept into her mind and Mel was quick to type it out.
Three Kingdoms, One Princess
She typed fast, as not to loose the thought. But the moment her fingers touched the keys, all inspiration on the subject left her mind once more. "Aw c'mon." She wined. Mel sighed and saved the document. "When will my mind cooperate with me?" She asked falling onto her bed. Just then an idea came to her mind. Mel grabbed her sketch book and a pencil from the dresser beside her bed and began to draw.
About fifteen minutes later, Mel had a picture of a boy drawn. She drew the boy to look about eighteen. He had long shoulder length black hair. He was wearing an old-fashioned Victorian-style vampire shirt and loose fitting pants with big black boots. Mel had drawn one of his eyes off to the side of the page so she could draw it big and could get all the details in. The boy's eyes were like those of a cats. Feeling happy with herself, Mel picked up her pencil box and sorted through the colors until she found all the colors she wanted. then she began to color the boy's clothes, skin, and eyes. His shirt and pants were an array of dark purples. She colored his skin pale, like that of a porcelain doll. His eyes were a unearthly glowing light blue. "And now for a name..." Mel pondered. "Something that starts with a 'C'..." She mumbled, racking her brain. Then it cam to her "Caranthian." She announced, writing the name down on the page in fancy letters. Mel put her sketch book back on the dresser and lay down on her bed. She looked up to the ceiling, it was painted like a starry night sky with a crescent moon. Mel's eye started to become heavy and she was having a hard time keeping them open. Then she let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep.
Mel sat in front of her computer. She had a blank word processing document open. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Mel waited. This shouldn't be so hard. Not for me. She thought to herself. Mel had always had way to much imagination and needed to do something with it. But whenever she sat down to write down her ideas, her mind went completely blank. Then a tid-bit of idea crept into her mind and Mel was quick to type it out.
Three Kingdoms, One Princess
She typed fast, as not to loose the thought. But the moment her fingers touched the keys, all inspiration on the subject left her mind once more. "Aw c'mon." She wined. Mel sighed and saved the document. "When will my mind cooperate with me?" She asked falling onto her bed. Just then an idea came to her mind. Mel grabbed her sketch book and a pencil from the dresser beside her bed and began to draw.
About fifteen minutes later, Mel had a picture of a boy drawn. She drew the boy to look about eighteen. He had long shoulder length black hair. He was wearing an old-fashioned Victorian-style vampire shirt and loose fitting pants with big black boots. Mel had drawn one of his eyes off to the side of the page so she could draw it big and could get all the details in. The boy's eyes were like those of a cats. Feeling happy with herself, Mel picked up her pencil box and sorted through the colors until she found all the colors she wanted. then she began to color the boy's clothes, skin, and eyes. His shirt and pants were an array of dark purples. She colored his skin pale, like that of a porcelain doll. His eyes were a unearthly glowing light blue. "And now for a name..." Mel pondered. "Something that starts with a 'C'..." She mumbled, racking her brain. Then it cam to her "Caranthian." She announced, writing the name down on the page in fancy letters. Mel put her sketch book back on the dresser and lay down on her bed. She looked up to the ceiling, it was painted like a starry night sky with a crescent moon. Mel's eye started to become heavy and she was having a hard time keeping them open. Then she let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep.
Three Kingdoms, One Princess (1)
Prologue
Three women gathered around a glowing basin. One wore a deep purple gown, another wore a emerald gown, and the last wore a golden gown."Rellortnoc evoba, ekat pu hcae fo su dna wotseb ruo rewop nopu eno. Eno taht lliw esoohc eht setaf fo lla eht eerht smodgnik." They spoke all as one. The light form the basin exploded and engulfed the three women in a blue light. The light around each women changed its color to match her gown and then the light receded back into the basin and the three women fell lifeless to the stone floor. Only moments later, three men ran into the cavern. One wore deep purple clothes, another wore emerald clothes and the last wore golden clothes. They all stood there not believing what they saw. The one wearing purple stepped forth. "They have started the prophecy. The One has been chosen." His light blue cat eyes glowing with an unearthly glow.
Three women gathered around a glowing basin. One wore a deep purple gown, another wore a emerald gown, and the last wore a golden gown."Rellortnoc evoba, ekat pu hcae fo su dna wotseb ruo rewop nopu eno. Eno taht lliw esoohc eht setaf fo lla eht eerht smodgnik." They spoke all as one. The light form the basin exploded and engulfed the three women in a blue light. The light around each women changed its color to match her gown and then the light receded back into the basin and the three women fell lifeless to the stone floor. Only moments later, three men ran into the cavern. One wore deep purple clothes, another wore emerald clothes and the last wore golden clothes. They all stood there not believing what they saw. The one wearing purple stepped forth. "They have started the prophecy. The One has been chosen." His light blue cat eyes glowing with an unearthly glow.
Warmoring (3)
The Battlefield, DarkRealms and Human land
5:03am
Haythia stabbed a young human boy, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes.
"Stupid." She scorned.
"Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from his chest. Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her Andreas but was unsuccessful in finding him, but she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for; He fought alongside his people. When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood hung around her nose, but she calmed herself. Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly, and so she must. Haythia walked up the the biggest tent. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled.
"What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Haythia looked through a crack in the tent, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat man sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this was going to be easy. Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and walked in. The fat king noticed her standing there and waved a plump hand at her.
"What are you doing here woman? Go back to your house and clean." He said. Haythia chuckled, for she was covered in blood and this fat fool thought that she was one of his people. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove this woman from my tent." He told them, and they moved to take Haythia out. When the guards were close enough Haythia took her two swords and stabbed the guards. When the king noticed that she wasn't kicking and screaming, he finally looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chest's of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose.
"W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him.
"How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Haythia put her blade to his throat.
"What makes you think I'm on your side?" She asked slyly, and before he could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke. The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets.
"I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out.
"Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig. When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent. Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the DarkRelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn.
"That works." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn. Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. The horn sounded loudly throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high.
"Your king is dead!" She yelled.
"Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face.
5:03am
Haythia stabbed a young human boy, no older than eighteen. She looked at the fake courage in his eyes.
"Stupid." She scorned.
"Each time I fight, our enemy's soldiers keep getting younger and younger. And they think it will help. Sehctib." Haythia said withdrawing her blade from his chest. Haythia lunged at another soldier, digging her sword into him, and then lunging at the next. She used her swords like grappling hooks and the men like cavern walls, propelling herself through the mass of humans and demons. As she did this, Haythia looked for the brown hair and cat ears of her Andreas but was unsuccessful in finding him, but she did see Elleron. That was something that Haythia grudgingly respected Elleron for; He fought alongside his people. When Haythia could see the tops of the enemy tents she stopped lunging and killing and snaked through the crowd until she reached the edge of the battlefield. The sent of blood hung around her nose, but she calmed herself. Elleron had told Haythia to deal with this king swiftly and quietly, and so she must. Haythia walked up the the biggest tent. The scent of something extremely sweet replaced the smell of blood and Haythia nearly hurled.
"What is that?" She asked in disgust as she walked closer to the tent. The sweet smell only got stronger as Haythia got closer. Haythia looked through a crack in the tent, just so she knew what she was up against. Inside the tent she saw two guards and a very fat man sitting in a fancy chair eating baked sweets. Well this was going to be easy. Haythia walked around to the front of the tent and walked in. The fat king noticed her standing there and waved a plump hand at her.
"What are you doing here woman? Go back to your house and clean." He said. Haythia chuckled, for she was covered in blood and this fat fool thought that she was one of his people. When the king noticed that Haythia hadn't left he snapped his fingers at the two guards.
"Remove this woman from my tent." He told them, and they moved to take Haythia out. When the guards were close enough Haythia took her two swords and stabbed the guards. When the king noticed that she wasn't kicking and screaming, he finally looked up. Just then Haythia withdrew the swords from the chest's of the guards and they fell limp, dead, and cold to the ground. The smell of intense fear flooded Haythia's nose.
"W-what are y-you doing w-w-woman?!" The king demanded shakily as Haythia approached him.
"How d-d-dare you k-kill the men t-that are of h-h-higher status then y-you?!" He demanded again. Haythia put her blade to his throat.
"What makes you think I'm on your side?" She asked slyly, and before he could say anything more, Haythia cut his head off with one swift stroke. The smells of fear, blood, and the sweet things wafted into Haythia's nose. She looked over at the sweets.
"I wonder..." She said, picking up one of the sweets. Haythia took a small bite and spit is right back out.
"Gross!" She said, throwing the sweet to the ground. Haythia looked around the room for something to wash her mouth out. She found a half empty bottle of wine and took a long swig. When she had washed the taste of sugar from her mouth, Haythia set the wine bottle back on the table and picked up the head of the dead king by the hair and exited the tent. Haythia looked around for a place where she could show that the DarkRelms had won this battle. She found a platform with a horn.
"That works." She said and she walked up the steps to the horn. Haythia took a deep breath and blew into horn. The horn sounded loudly throughout the battlefield. Everybody, human and demon alike, turned in her direction. Haythia raised the king's head high.
"Your king is dead!" She yelled.
"Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms has won! If you value your life, run back to your homes, pack-up, and leave these lands! For they are ours now!" Haythia yelled to the crowd. She knew that not everyone could hear her or see her but the message would spread and soon the battlefield would be empty. Haythia looked at down where the battlefield started and she saw Elleron looking up at her with a smug and content look on his blood splattered face.
Warmoring (2)
The Arena, DarkRealms Castle
4:27am
Haythia dodged another one of Andreas' attacks.
"Your mad." Haythia said as she lunged back at Andreas.
"So are you." Andreas said moving aside just in time to dodge Haythia's attack.
"Damn strait." She said, her anger growing with each passing second. A small sliver of light could be seen on the horizon and Haythia wished that she could be fighting Elleron himself and not for him. Haythia's anger was burning hot.
"When was the the last time you fed?" Andreas asked Haythia as they spared.
"I don't remember. Though I plan to feed off of Elleron when this battle is over." She said, tripping Andreas and holding her sword to his throat.
"Okay you win the spar." Andreas said nervously. Haythia withdrew her blade and turned to face one of the dummies.
"How do you think your going make it?" Andreas asked as he stood and brushed the dust off his tunic.
"What do you mean? I've lasted this long." Haythia spat as she moved from dummy to dummy, leaving a trail of shredded fabric and stuffing cotton in her wake.
"You'll be surrounded by blood. The smell of it will drive you crazy." Andreas told her, walking over to a bench and sitting down. Haythia slashed the head off the last dummy.
"You've taught me to hold back. You've taught me how to channel my hunger into power." Haythia said turning to Andreas. Andreas nodded.
"Yes, I guess I did." He said, looking at Haythia. Haythia walked over and sat beside him. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
"Is there any way I can be me again?" Haythia asked Andreas, a sadness in her voice that only Andreas heard.
"No... Once bitten. Always bitten." Andreas told her. Haythia cursed. Elleron was a pure blood-born vampire and had bitten Haythia and made her a "bitten vampire". Ever since then, Haythia had been dark, mean, and lusted for blood and battle. Only very rarely did Haythia seem human. The drums sounded and Haythia once again was overcome with hate.
"I swear when this is over..." Haythia said standing and clenching her fists.
"We'll get through this. C'mon." Andreas said walking out of the arena.
4:27am
Haythia dodged another one of Andreas' attacks.
"Your mad." Haythia said as she lunged back at Andreas.
"So are you." Andreas said moving aside just in time to dodge Haythia's attack.
"Damn strait." She said, her anger growing with each passing second. A small sliver of light could be seen on the horizon and Haythia wished that she could be fighting Elleron himself and not for him. Haythia's anger was burning hot.
"When was the the last time you fed?" Andreas asked Haythia as they spared.
"I don't remember. Though I plan to feed off of Elleron when this battle is over." She said, tripping Andreas and holding her sword to his throat.
"Okay you win the spar." Andreas said nervously. Haythia withdrew her blade and turned to face one of the dummies.
"How do you think your going make it?" Andreas asked as he stood and brushed the dust off his tunic.
"What do you mean? I've lasted this long." Haythia spat as she moved from dummy to dummy, leaving a trail of shredded fabric and stuffing cotton in her wake.
"You'll be surrounded by blood. The smell of it will drive you crazy." Andreas told her, walking over to a bench and sitting down. Haythia slashed the head off the last dummy.
"You've taught me to hold back. You've taught me how to channel my hunger into power." Haythia said turning to Andreas. Andreas nodded.
"Yes, I guess I did." He said, looking at Haythia. Haythia walked over and sat beside him. She leaned on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
"Is there any way I can be me again?" Haythia asked Andreas, a sadness in her voice that only Andreas heard.
"No... Once bitten. Always bitten." Andreas told her. Haythia cursed. Elleron was a pure blood-born vampire and had bitten Haythia and made her a "bitten vampire". Ever since then, Haythia had been dark, mean, and lusted for blood and battle. Only very rarely did Haythia seem human. The drums sounded and Haythia once again was overcome with hate.
"I swear when this is over..." Haythia said standing and clenching her fists.
"We'll get through this. C'mon." Andreas said walking out of the arena.
Warmoring (1)
Haythia's bedroom, Darkrealms Castle
4:00am
Haythia could hear the drums beating, but she didn't get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war, but for the past week her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways. As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come.
"Good morning love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas... Andreas was Haythia's love, trainer, and the right hand of the man Haythia hated most. The moment Haythia first set foot in the castle Andreas and Andreas alone had been kind to her.
"Morning." She said, but as her eyes met his she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with.
"Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light.
"Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body.
"Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard Elleron. Haythia sat upright.
"Now?" she asked.
"He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise."
Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron. He was the man who brought her here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the center of all Haythia's hate.
"I'll... I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." Andreas said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision. Haythia got out of bed when she heard the door close and headed over to her fighting wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any.
"War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe looking for the right out-fit. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. Sighing harshly Haythia picked out on old out-fit.
"Gods, I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt.
"I wonder if the enchantments still work..." Haythia said to herself. The out-fit as two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that when the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed. Haythia took off her pajamas and put on the old sparing-suit. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well at least that enchantment works." Haythia said. She then proceeded over to her weapons closet. As she opened the closet Haythia cursed Elleron.
"Yam I eb eht eno ot llik mih." She whispered in goblin. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet, then she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two short swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt and there was no hand guards on either of the blades. Haythia held the weapons firmly.
Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms. He stole Haythia from her family when she was fifteen, bit her, and kept her in this god-forsaken castle for three long years.
"When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything with his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room.
"Everything."
Haythia had been human once.
4:00am
Haythia could hear the drums beating, but she didn't get up. Every morning for three years the drums would sound through the castle at four and Haythia was forced to get out of her bed and train in the art of war, but for the past week her trainer, Andreas Seset, would wake Haythia up in the kindest of ways. As these thoughts went through Haythia's head, she felt the weight of the bed shift and without opening her eyes she knew the Andreas had come.
"Good morning love." He said gently. Haythia turned to face him. Andreas... Andreas was Haythia's love, trainer, and the right hand of the man Haythia hated most. The moment Haythia first set foot in the castle Andreas and Andreas alone had been kind to her.
"Morning." She said, but as her eyes met his she didn't see the usual calm content look on his face. No, this time a look of worry and concern was all Haythia was greeted with.
"Whats wrong?" Haythia asked. Andreas' sea green cat eyes held no light.
"Elleron..." Andreas paused. A flare of hate shot through Haythia's body.
"Elleron has decided that we go to war today." Andreas finished. Great. Yet another day ruined by the bastard Elleron. Haythia sat upright.
"Now?" she asked.
"He said that we are to be on the battlefield by sunrise."
Haythia cursed under her breath. Elleron. He was the man who brought her here. He was the man who ruined her life. He was the man that was using her. He was the center of all Haythia's hate.
"I'll... I'll be in the arena. Come down your ready." Andreas said getting out of the bed and heading for the door. Haythia could tell the he too was upset at Elleron's last-minute decision. Haythia got out of bed when she heard the door close and headed over to her fighting wardrobe. The dark morning didn't help her mood any.
"War. The idiot." Haythia said walking into her wardrobe looking for the right out-fit. Every "war" that Haythia fought for Elleron only lasted a couple hours, only on rare occasion did the "war" last more than a few days. They were more like really big fights and scrambles. Elleron always won. Sighing harshly Haythia picked out on old out-fit.
"Gods, I haven't worn this in forever." She said looking at her old leather sparing-suit. It consisted of a pair of shorts, a single-sleeved tank top, a right shoulder guard, arm guards, boots, and a belt.
"I wonder if the enchantments still work..." Haythia said to herself. The out-fit as two enchantments on it. One was that no matter how much Haythia grew, it would always fit her. The second was that when the armor was hit a couple times, a protective shield of magic would cover Haythia's body until any one piece of the armor was removed. Haythia took off her pajamas and put on the old sparing-suit. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well at least that enchantment works." Haythia said. She then proceeded over to her weapons closet. As she opened the closet Haythia cursed Elleron.
"Yam I eb eht eno ot llik mih." She whispered in goblin. Haythia looked through the blades in the closet, then she spotted the two she wanted. The weapons were two short swords in the shape of lop-sided diamonds, with smaller side of the diamond near the hilt and there was no hand guards on either of the blades. Haythia held the weapons firmly.
Elleron Rawdroll, vampiric king of the DarkRealms. He stole Haythia from her family when she was fifteen, bit her, and kept her in this god-forsaken castle for three long years.
"When this is over Elleron will finally pay for everything with his life." Haythia assured herself as she left her room.
"Everything."
Haythia had been human once.
The Golden Chair
The Golden Chair
By: Patience Ray Winterton
Your uncle owns a big old barn house out in the woods behind his house. But your uncle has told you never to back there, "Something terrible lives there. Never go back there or you shall never sleep peacefully again." he would warn you. But you never really took his warnings seriously.
One day, your uncle had left the house and you were there all alone. After an hour or two you began to tire of all the old games and piles of junk in your uncles house. You ponder what to do and as you look out the window you see a sliver of red paint. You leave the house out the back door and head toward the old barn.
The walk to the barn was easier than you thought it would be. The path had managed to not get overgrown and you wondered what your uncle was hiding in the old broken down barn. Once you get to the barn you see that the front doors have been broken in and the lock and chains (that you presumed had kept the doors closed) had been melted. You step over a couple broken planks of wood and look into the barn. But you can not see the inside of the barn. It was just a black void. You look behind you. The sun was shining right into barn. Why couldn't you see inside? Curious, you slowly walk into the darkness.
The moment you sunlight left you skin, you could no longer see it was so black. But as you looked around, searching for a light, you saw a small glow in the distance. A kind of foreboding comes over you but you continue to walk towards that little light. As you get closer you a chair. A big armchair made of solid gold. As you stepped closer you saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a young girl, no older than elven, with chestnut-brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Then your legs froze as you saw a boy with long waist-length silver hair and red-purple watercolor eyes walk out from behind the chair. He was wearing a long white trench coat that flowed out behind him, a sky blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen. You watched as he circled the chair with the girl in it. "What is your name?" you heard the boy say in a voice that was as sweet as honey, but it stung like ice. The girl shook her head violently, tears shined on her cheeks. You wanted to go and help her, but you couldn't move. Your legs were frozen stiff and your voice was caught in your throat. the boy continued to circle the chair. "What is your name?" he asked again, there was no emotion in his voice. The girl again refused to answer. This questioning went on for a long time. You didn't really know how much time passed. Then all of a sudden the boy put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked into the girls eyes. "Tell me your name Mahogany!" He yelled at her. Obviously he had cracked. The girl shook her head once more, her lips pursed together. This confused you. The seemed to know her name. Why did he want her to tell him? You watched on, not having any other choice. The boy stood up strait. "You give me no other choice." he said yet again in a voice with no emotion. The girl started to squirm in the chair and more tears fell onto her cheeks. Then the screaming started. They were screams of pain and anguish and you could see that the girl was beginning to bleed from wounds in her arms and legs that you hadn't seen before. "Stop!" the girl screamed. A smug smile came over the boy's face and he nodded. The girl heaved a breath and in between tears she spoke these words: "Ecneitap... My name is Ecneitap..." and then she slumped back down into the chair. A light came out of the girls eyes and into the hands of the boy. He laughed as he closed his hands around the light. A wave of fear and terror overcame your senses as the boy turned his head and his eyes met yours. Just then the feeling came back to your legs and you bolted in the direction you came. "You'll never forget me!" You heard him call after you. "One day your light shall be mine! You just wait little one!" he yelled once more.
You tumbled out of the barn and tripped over a plank. You looked back into the barn and you saw no black void nor did you see the silver-haired boy, only the interior of the barn. With that you ran back to your uncles house. That night, nightmares of what happened haunted your mind and you awoke to find yourself sitting in an armchair. An armchair made of solid gold.
((I think I might have posted a different version of this before, but oh-well.))
By: Patience Ray Winterton
Your uncle owns a big old barn house out in the woods behind his house. But your uncle has told you never to back there, "Something terrible lives there. Never go back there or you shall never sleep peacefully again." he would warn you. But you never really took his warnings seriously.
One day, your uncle had left the house and you were there all alone. After an hour or two you began to tire of all the old games and piles of junk in your uncles house. You ponder what to do and as you look out the window you see a sliver of red paint. You leave the house out the back door and head toward the old barn.
The walk to the barn was easier than you thought it would be. The path had managed to not get overgrown and you wondered what your uncle was hiding in the old broken down barn. Once you get to the barn you see that the front doors have been broken in and the lock and chains (that you presumed had kept the doors closed) had been melted. You step over a couple broken planks of wood and look into the barn. But you can not see the inside of the barn. It was just a black void. You look behind you. The sun was shining right into barn. Why couldn't you see inside? Curious, you slowly walk into the darkness.
The moment you sunlight left you skin, you could no longer see it was so black. But as you looked around, searching for a light, you saw a small glow in the distance. A kind of foreboding comes over you but you continue to walk towards that little light. As you get closer you a chair. A big armchair made of solid gold. As you stepped closer you saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a young girl, no older than elven, with chestnut-brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Then your legs froze as you saw a boy with long waist-length silver hair and red-purple watercolor eyes walk out from behind the chair. He was wearing a long white trench coat that flowed out behind him, a sky blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen. You watched as he circled the chair with the girl in it. "What is your name?" you heard the boy say in a voice that was as sweet as honey, but it stung like ice. The girl shook her head violently, tears shined on her cheeks. You wanted to go and help her, but you couldn't move. Your legs were frozen stiff and your voice was caught in your throat. the boy continued to circle the chair. "What is your name?" he asked again, there was no emotion in his voice. The girl again refused to answer. This questioning went on for a long time. You didn't really know how much time passed. Then all of a sudden the boy put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked into the girls eyes. "Tell me your name Mahogany!" He yelled at her. Obviously he had cracked. The girl shook her head once more, her lips pursed together. This confused you. The seemed to know her name. Why did he want her to tell him? You watched on, not having any other choice. The boy stood up strait. "You give me no other choice." he said yet again in a voice with no emotion. The girl started to squirm in the chair and more tears fell onto her cheeks. Then the screaming started. They were screams of pain and anguish and you could see that the girl was beginning to bleed from wounds in her arms and legs that you hadn't seen before. "Stop!" the girl screamed. A smug smile came over the boy's face and he nodded. The girl heaved a breath and in between tears she spoke these words: "Ecneitap... My name is Ecneitap..." and then she slumped back down into the chair. A light came out of the girls eyes and into the hands of the boy. He laughed as he closed his hands around the light. A wave of fear and terror overcame your senses as the boy turned his head and his eyes met yours. Just then the feeling came back to your legs and you bolted in the direction you came. "You'll never forget me!" You heard him call after you. "One day your light shall be mine! You just wait little one!" he yelled once more.
You tumbled out of the barn and tripped over a plank. You looked back into the barn and you saw no black void nor did you see the silver-haired boy, only the interior of the barn. With that you ran back to your uncles house. That night, nightmares of what happened haunted your mind and you awoke to find yourself sitting in an armchair. An armchair made of solid gold.
((I think I might have posted a different version of this before, but oh-well.))
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