A butterfly. How delicately she flies, how softly her wings indent the breeze, so fragile, so yet undeniably beautiful. She had often found herself wondering, how such a faint being can take flight, against the continuous forces rising against her. Yet once again the wings keep beating, unfazed and unaltered by fear. Can a being with such a dainty appearance remain true of heart, when all around her seems lost?
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each given choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, or are you riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this question a year ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told you with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden grass beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined by another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one day become no more than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing more than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once more filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once more be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each given choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, or are you riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this question a year ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told you with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden grass beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined by another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one day become no more than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing more than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once more filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once more be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Now they don't say where they went they don't really exclain why they went AND people say reading can't hurt you! I got a huge head ach and i am a little dizzy. LIVING PROOF! I now know how brittanie spears felt when she didn't know what to do.I can't really think about anything more for this- see ya tomoorow! You think i ended it bad ? well least it isn't like sapranos where they stop in the midlle of a sent- .....
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(ps. don't worry i am nothing like the sapranos! and my next article will be longer!)
Jacob Black is Bella's best friend. He is a Quileute Native American and a werewolf, later revealed to be a shape-shifter as he doesn't transform on the full moon. In Twilight, Jacob plays a minor role, being a forgotten childhood friend of Bella's. In an attempt to learn more about Cullens, Bella flirts with Jacob, and he tells her tribe legends about them being "the cold ones", or vampires. After Edward leaves Bella in New Moon, Bella spends much of her time with Jacob, trying to heal her broken heart and move on. Though at first only a friend, Jacob later falls in love with Bella. Although he spends most of his time in Eclipse trying to win Bella, in Breaking Dawn he imprints —an involuntary process in which a werewolf finds their soul mate— on Bella and Edward's daughter, Renesmee.
bella: edward we need to talk.................................................
edward: go ahead we have got all the time in the world.
bella: ok but i don't think your gunna like it.
edward: whats wrong
bella: its nothing really but i do have to say i don't love you and i never have. the only reason why i married you was cuz you have lots of money and cuz i wanted to be a vampire. now i have got that i don't need you anymore.
Edward: don't leave me.
bella: i have to cuz jacobs waiting for me in the car.
edward: thats my car
bella: buy a new one
bella: i am also taking renesmee with me. goodby edward. and thanks for the car
edward:noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. not the car
bella: hu hum i said goodbuy edward
edward: o sorry goodbuy bella.
and so bella, renesmee and jacob lived happily ever after
edward: go ahead we have got all the time in the world.
bella: ok but i don't think your gunna like it.
edward: whats wrong
bella: its nothing really but i do have to say i don't love you and i never have. the only reason why i married you was cuz you have lots of money and cuz i wanted to be a vampire. now i have got that i don't need you anymore.
Edward: don't leave me.
bella: i have to cuz jacobs waiting for me in the car.
edward: thats my car
bella: buy a new one
bella: i am also taking renesmee with me. goodby edward. and thanks for the car
edward:noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. not the car
bella: hu hum i said goodbuy edward
edward: o sorry goodbuy bella.
and so bella, renesmee and jacob lived happily ever after
It was confirmed today, that Carter Burwell will NOT be composing the score for New Moon. Alexander Desplat is composing in Carter's place. This raises the question, will Chris Weitz and Alexander Desplat use the lullaby Carter composed?
In my personal opinion, I really think it's better if they keep the same lullaby. Alot of fans may disagree. And I agree to an extent, it did not sound like a lullaby. But, during the lullaby scene when they were in the trees, there was a piano melody solo. If they kept that melody, but expanded it or made it more complex, it would sound more like a lullaby. And they could keep the continuity.
What do you guys think?
In my personal opinion, I really think it's better if they keep the same lullaby. Alot of fans may disagree. And I agree to an extent, it did not sound like a lullaby. But, during the lullaby scene when they were in the trees, there was a piano melody solo. If they kept that melody, but expanded it or made it more complex, it would sound more like a lullaby. And they could keep the continuity.
What do you guys think?
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