The same growling sounded, and I smelt the werewolf again. Bella stiffened, wrinkling her nose.
“He followed us.” I growled angrily. Me in danger was fine, but putting Rosalie and the rest of the family in danger was not acceptable.
“Bella—in the house, now.” I ordered.
“No.” Bella said back. “No way is this...mutt going to be left alone with you.”
I could smell my family in the living room and prayed that they wouldn't look out the window.
But of course they did, and I heard heavy gasps.
The werewolf's head moved from in between me and Bella, probably trying to decide which of us to attack first. I could see his eyes linger on Bella, gauging her based only on her semi-petite form.
The werewolf put his huge paw out, taking one small step toward her.
Bella crouched down, her eyes murderous, and let out a growl that made the werewolf shiver slightly.
The family was quietly making their way toward us. Edward's face was twisted in agony, along with Esme and Carlisle. Jasper and Alice had an odd sense of worry, along with Shaina.
The werewolf made a move to step closer to Bella, and she growled again.
It crouched back, ready to pounce.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Don't and Just This Once.
Don't.
Don't try changing me,
Don't try blaming me,
Don't try saving me,
Don't try fixing me,
Don't try scolding me,
Don't try preaching to me,
You're better off not trying.
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Just This Once.
It's when you turn, and catch my eye.
And everything is displayed.
I can see you're guilty.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when we turn and face each other.
And we half-smile lightly, like we have too.
I can see you're sorry.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when you have to do something,
And it involves me.
I can see you don't mind it.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when I look, and see you there.
And you stop, and meet my eyes.
You can see I'm unhappy.
I can see you care.
If only you'd say it aloud.
This one time.
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My favorite out of those two is Just This Once. It's one of my top ones I've written. It's one of those works that you get an idea for and you write it out and you don't have to edit it because you already think it's as good as it can be.
I love those.
Anyway, this one is one of favorites, after 'Untitled', 'Pot', and 'When'.
I hope you enjoyed them.
xoxo
-{mari}
Don't try changing me,
Don't try blaming me,
Don't try saving me,
Don't try fixing me,
Don't try scolding me,
Don't try preaching to me,
You're better off not trying.
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Just This Once.
It's when you turn, and catch my eye.
And everything is displayed.
I can see you're guilty.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when we turn and face each other.
And we half-smile lightly, like we have too.
I can see you're sorry.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when you have to do something,
And it involves me.
I can see you don't mind it.
If only you'd say it aloud.
Just this once.
It's when I look, and see you there.
And you stop, and meet my eyes.
You can see I'm unhappy.
I can see you care.
If only you'd say it aloud.
This one time.
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My favorite out of those two is Just This Once. It's one of my top ones I've written. It's one of those works that you get an idea for and you write it out and you don't have to edit it because you already think it's as good as it can be.
I love those.
Anyway, this one is one of favorites, after 'Untitled', 'Pot', and 'When'.
I hope you enjoyed them.
xoxo
-{mari}
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Simple Enough
Simple Enough. (Biography)
I chose to be brave.
I searched through my clothes. I saw the sun outside. It was beautiful out.
I was just going to the library with my friends. That was the plan.
I slipped on a short-sleeve shirt, a skirt, and leggings. Simple enough.
What I didn't expected was going to the park. Or seeing that boy I liked. Or meeting that boy's friend.
Or having someone question me.
We went to the park on a whim. That boy was there, along with his friend. They were playing football. Simple enough.
Then those silly little hand-games caught on. The girl that I'd gone to the library with took my hands, asking me to play.
I nodded, dumbly.
She looked down at my forearms. She noticed the red and purple scars and fresh scabs on my arms.
“What happened to your arms?” She almost shouted. Almost like she already knew. The answer was not simple enough.
I didn't answer. I pulled my arms away, subconsciously pulling the sleeves of my midnight blue shirt down as far as possible. Covering the cuts.
I shook my head. I hoped that she would drop it.
But she didn't.
Finally, I just blurted out, “I'll tell you later,” with no real intention of telling her the truth.
Which lie would I tell her? That I had scratched them in my sleep, like my mother believed? That it was nothing, like my aunt pretended to believe? That it was poison ivy, and I'm deathly allergic or that they were mosquito bites, like I told almost anyone?
I didn't have to decide. She left with her friend, and she never asked again.
A/N: I still wonder what would've happened if I'd told her the truth. Would she have shied away, called a therapist, told my disapproving aunt? The possibilities are endless, I guess. One of those 'What if?'s in life.
xoxo
-{mari}
I chose to be brave.
I searched through my clothes. I saw the sun outside. It was beautiful out.
I was just going to the library with my friends. That was the plan.
I slipped on a short-sleeve shirt, a skirt, and leggings. Simple enough.
What I didn't expected was going to the park. Or seeing that boy I liked. Or meeting that boy's friend.
Or having someone question me.
We went to the park on a whim. That boy was there, along with his friend. They were playing football. Simple enough.
Then those silly little hand-games caught on. The girl that I'd gone to the library with took my hands, asking me to play.
I nodded, dumbly.
She looked down at my forearms. She noticed the red and purple scars and fresh scabs on my arms.
“What happened to your arms?” She almost shouted. Almost like she already knew. The answer was not simple enough.
I didn't answer. I pulled my arms away, subconsciously pulling the sleeves of my midnight blue shirt down as far as possible. Covering the cuts.
I shook my head. I hoped that she would drop it.
But she didn't.
Finally, I just blurted out, “I'll tell you later,” with no real intention of telling her the truth.
Which lie would I tell her? That I had scratched them in my sleep, like my mother believed? That it was nothing, like my aunt pretended to believe? That it was poison ivy, and I'm deathly allergic or that they were mosquito bites, like I told almost anyone?
I didn't have to decide. She left with her friend, and she never asked again.
A/N: I still wonder what would've happened if I'd told her the truth. Would she have shied away, called a therapist, told my disapproving aunt? The possibilities are endless, I guess. One of those 'What if?'s in life.
xoxo
-{mari}
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Off Road
Hey everyone.
As you may or may not have read in my personal blog, I posted the first 2 chapters of a story I've been writing, "Off Road." The story is about four 17 year olds who.... well, read this little excerpt from chapter 2, and that should give you the gist of it.
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Lindsay sighed. “Just bear with me. Ethan, Simon, you, and I are very different from each other. But we have one unfortunate thing in common: our parents aren’t satisfied with who we are. See, Britney Summers doesn’t have that problem. Anyway, I say the four of us meet up one night and just drive, drive really far away.”
“How will that solve anything?” Stacy asked.
Lindsay looked satisfied, as if she was setting her up to ask that very question. “Simple. We’ll keep getting further away from home with each day. Our parents will get worried, making them realize how much they love us. Plus, when it’s all over, we’ll be the same people we were before, and they’ll see that who we are got us through this situation. They’ll see that we’re fine just the way we are!” she replied.
“You’re crazy.” Stacy quickly said.
“Am I? Am I?! Or am I just so sane that… well… um, no, I’m not. Just hear me out. How long have you been unhappy because of your controlling parents?” inquired Lindsay.
Stacy sighed. “I dunno…” she started, “since I was, like, twelve.”
Lindsay seemed satisfied with that response, too. “I think my point has been proven.”
“But, like, what does that prove?” asked the confused Stacy.
Lindsay seemed to be getting annoyed that her friend didn’t understand the plan. So she tried being a little more direct. “I’ve been dealing with my mom since I was ten- almost eight long years of this! And sure, we’re moving out of our parent’s houses next school year, but when we move out, they’re not ever gonna know how we feel about them!”
Stacy just became more confused, or at least it seemed that way. “But couldn’t we just like, tell them how we feel?”
Lindsay swallowed hard and said in a serious tone, “But it’s not like we haven’t tried that before.”
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Please read chapter one and the rest of chapter two on my personal blog, and HONESTLY review it.
Signed,
Kate Broflovski
As you may or may not have read in my personal blog, I posted the first 2 chapters of a story I've been writing, "Off Road." The story is about four 17 year olds who.... well, read this little excerpt from chapter 2, and that should give you the gist of it.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Lindsay sighed. “Just bear with me. Ethan, Simon, you, and I are very different from each other. But we have one unfortunate thing in common: our parents aren’t satisfied with who we are. See, Britney Summers doesn’t have that problem. Anyway, I say the four of us meet up one night and just drive, drive really far away.”
“How will that solve anything?” Stacy asked.
Lindsay looked satisfied, as if she was setting her up to ask that very question. “Simple. We’ll keep getting further away from home with each day. Our parents will get worried, making them realize how much they love us. Plus, when it’s all over, we’ll be the same people we were before, and they’ll see that who we are got us through this situation. They’ll see that we’re fine just the way we are!” she replied.
“You’re crazy.” Stacy quickly said.
“Am I? Am I?! Or am I just so sane that… well… um, no, I’m not. Just hear me out. How long have you been unhappy because of your controlling parents?” inquired Lindsay.
Stacy sighed. “I dunno…” she started, “since I was, like, twelve.”
Lindsay seemed satisfied with that response, too. “I think my point has been proven.”
“But, like, what does that prove?” asked the confused Stacy.
Lindsay seemed to be getting annoyed that her friend didn’t understand the plan. So she tried being a little more direct. “I’ve been dealing with my mom since I was ten- almost eight long years of this! And sure, we’re moving out of our parent’s houses next school year, but when we move out, they’re not ever gonna know how we feel about them!”
Stacy just became more confused, or at least it seemed that way. “But couldn’t we just like, tell them how we feel?”
Lindsay swallowed hard and said in a serious tone, “But it’s not like we haven’t tried that before.”
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Please read chapter one and the rest of chapter two on my personal blog, and HONESTLY review it.
Signed,
Kate Broflovski
Collision; Future chapter teaser.
I turned away from my meal as I heard growling. Not vampire-ish growling, either.
The air was thick with the putrid smell, and I could hear Jasper running toward where I was.
The huge russet-colored werewolf loomed over me, about 20 times my size and height, and most definitely weight.
My lips curled over my teeth as I let out a guttural growl. I moved back slightly, pushing the deer I'd had two feet away.
I snarled, knowing that the only thing I could do was fight, and fight I would.
I could hear three sets of nimble feet running now.
The werewolf must have noticed, but he didn't back down. He was arrogantly thinking that he would last.
Werewolves were idiots.
I got ready to pounce at the same time he did.
I let him charge fist, dodging with a second to spar and digging my sharp nails into his hunched shoulder. The werewolf let out a fierce howl, and I ignored the blood dirtying his fur, making it redder.
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I won't tell you when this fits in.
Isn't it funny how Collision has the least chapters and the one I'm almost done with is the Spy Story?
still hungry? alert me on fanfiction.
xoxo
-{mari}
The air was thick with the putrid smell, and I could hear Jasper running toward where I was.
The huge russet-colored werewolf loomed over me, about 20 times my size and height, and most definitely weight.
My lips curled over my teeth as I let out a guttural growl. I moved back slightly, pushing the deer I'd had two feet away.
I snarled, knowing that the only thing I could do was fight, and fight I would.
I could hear three sets of nimble feet running now.
The werewolf must have noticed, but he didn't back down. He was arrogantly thinking that he would last.
Werewolves were idiots.
I got ready to pounce at the same time he did.
I let him charge fist, dodging with a second to spar and digging my sharp nails into his hunched shoulder. The werewolf let out a fierce howl, and I ignored the blood dirtying his fur, making it redder.
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I won't tell you when this fits in.
Isn't it funny how Collision has the least chapters and the one I'm almost done with is the Spy Story?
still hungry? alert me on fanfiction.
xoxo
-{mari}
Thursday, November 6, 2008
It All Cliques Into Place; Chapter 9.
It All Cliques Into Place; Chapter 9.
Disclaimer: Puh-lease. Am I older then 20? Then why would you think I'm Lisi?
-PCPCPC-
MASSIE: THEY HAVE G2G.
ALICIA: TOTALLY.
CLAIRE: PRANK?
MASSIE: PRANK.
Massie internally applauded Claire's idea for a prank. She pursed her lips, “I have to go to the bathroom for more cosmetics. Can you guys help?”
Immediately everyone got up, but Claire stopped the TT, “Not you.” She smiled as fakely as possible, and followed the rest of the PC into the bathroom.
During this, Nina stayed seated. Kristen noticed, and like Massie and Alicia(though she had know idea they had also felt like her) she felt guilty. “Nina, can you come too?”
Nina graciously got up and followed Kristen into Massie's huge private white-on-white bathroom.
“Okay. We have to prank the TT.” Massie said quietly.
“TT?”
“Terrible Twins.” Massie said. “Anyone have any ideas?”
Nina smiled an evil smile, “I think I've got one...”
-iiisssooobbbeeelll/ccceeellliiiaaa-
“I wanted the purple.” Isobel whined to her twin sister.
“And I wanted the blue. But neither of us got what we wanted, did we?” Celia snapped.
“I'm so hungry...” Isobel whined again. She put her tanned, ring covered, hand on the mini-fridge door handle. Massie smacked it off as she walked in, not carrying any of the aforementioned cosmetics.
“What about the cosmetics?” Celia sneered, as if she read Isobel's mind.
“I didn't need them after all.” Massie answered casually. Isobel noted that her amber infused brown eyes had a wicked gleam to them.
The rest of the girls filed in, taking seats on their sleeping bags.
Celia watched in horror as Nina dragged her sleeping bag into the circle, and then curiously as the snobby, spoiled, girls just let her in.
Massie paused, watching as the girls packed their folders into their stylish designer handbags that substituted for those ugly, nylon backpacks.
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that's what I have so far, just a bit of the chapter to come.
hungry for more? alert me on fanfiction.
xoxo
-{mari}
Disclaimer: Puh-lease. Am I older then 20? Then why would you think I'm Lisi?
-PCPCPC-
MASSIE: THEY HAVE G2G.
ALICIA: TOTALLY.
CLAIRE: PRANK?
MASSIE: PRANK.
Massie internally applauded Claire's idea for a prank. She pursed her lips, “I have to go to the bathroom for more cosmetics. Can you guys help?”
Immediately everyone got up, but Claire stopped the TT, “Not you.” She smiled as fakely as possible, and followed the rest of the PC into the bathroom.
During this, Nina stayed seated. Kristen noticed, and like Massie and Alicia(though she had know idea they had also felt like her) she felt guilty. “Nina, can you come too?”
Nina graciously got up and followed Kristen into Massie's huge private white-on-white bathroom.
“Okay. We have to prank the TT.” Massie said quietly.
“TT?”
“Terrible Twins.” Massie said. “Anyone have any ideas?”
Nina smiled an evil smile, “I think I've got one...”
-iiisssooobbbeeelll/ccceeellliiiaaa-
“I wanted the purple.” Isobel whined to her twin sister.
“And I wanted the blue. But neither of us got what we wanted, did we?” Celia snapped.
“I'm so hungry...” Isobel whined again. She put her tanned, ring covered, hand on the mini-fridge door handle. Massie smacked it off as she walked in, not carrying any of the aforementioned cosmetics.
“What about the cosmetics?” Celia sneered, as if she read Isobel's mind.
“I didn't need them after all.” Massie answered casually. Isobel noted that her amber infused brown eyes had a wicked gleam to them.
The rest of the girls filed in, taking seats on their sleeping bags.
Celia watched in horror as Nina dragged her sleeping bag into the circle, and then curiously as the snobby, spoiled, girls just let her in.
Massie paused, watching as the girls packed their folders into their stylish designer handbags that substituted for those ugly, nylon backpacks.
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that's what I have so far, just a bit of the chapter to come.
hungry for more? alert me on fanfiction.
xoxo
-{mari}
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Little Sprinkle Of Fashion; Teaser.
Estella and Rosalie stood, bright-eyed and clad in new clothes that looked like something from Oscar de La Renta, speaking about the French fashion week celebration.
Rosalies piercing blue eyes were locked on the camera, and it felt like she was staring at me. Her eyes were soft and bold, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of bossiness and superiority.
I turned my head away quickly. Alice finally walked over from the accesory table on the side of street.
“What's wrong?” She asked quietly.
I just shook my head. I didn't even know what was wrong. Suddenly I didn't feel good enough, I felt inedequate compared to Rosalie Hale.
I shook my head again. Rosalie was just intimidating. There was nothing too bad about me. Sebastian was way better of a boss. Rosalie and Estella were not better then me.
I had to just keep telling myself that.
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-{mari}
Rosalies piercing blue eyes were locked on the camera, and it felt like she was staring at me. Her eyes were soft and bold, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of bossiness and superiority.
I turned my head away quickly. Alice finally walked over from the accesory table on the side of street.
“What's wrong?” She asked quietly.
I just shook my head. I didn't even know what was wrong. Suddenly I didn't feel good enough, I felt inedequate compared to Rosalie Hale.
I shook my head again. Rosalie was just intimidating. There was nothing too bad about me. Sebastian was way better of a boss. Rosalie and Estella were not better then me.
I had to just keep telling myself that.
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-{mari}
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