"Someone! Help Me! I'm Being Chased By A Vampire!"I yelled. "THAT'S NOT GONNA HELP!!!!" Yelled a vampire. The vampire, Andrew Gonzales had been tracking me down for a long time. I'm Samantha Fitzpatrick by the way. I'm 14, its 1510 right now. But I can't talk now! He's catching up!
"HELP ME!!!!!" I yelled again. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, I trippped on a rock and fell. I tried to get up but I hurt my ankle. Probally sprained. "Help!" I screamed. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. "Mamma! Mamma! Ma-". Everything went black.
"Mamma!" I screamed. I sat up. Where was I? Everything was grey and hazy, like fog. "Hello?" My voice echoed. I was as cold as death. Death... DEATH! I was dead. But where was I? The white light of death? I felt my neck. Bite marks. I got off of the wierd coffin like thing I was sitting on. Wait-- COFFIN! I swerved around to see it disappeared. Everything felt wierd.
"Hello?" What year was it? Where was I? Am I alone? I walked some more to see my dress was covered in blood. And holes. Holes everywhere. I started to run. I didn't know where I was, but that had to be the way out. Then I fell. Into a hole. Of some sort. Then I landed. I almost felt like I fell onto millions of spikes. I rolled over on my back. Where was I?
"HELP ME!!!!!" I yelled again. I looked over my shoulder and when I looked back, I trippped on a rock and fell. I tried to get up but I hurt my ankle. Probally sprained. "Help!" I screamed. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. "Mamma! Mamma! Ma-". Everything went black.
"Mamma!" I screamed. I sat up. Where was I? Everything was grey and hazy, like fog. "Hello?" My voice echoed. I was as cold as death. Death... DEATH! I was dead. But where was I? The white light of death? I felt my neck. Bite marks. I got off of the wierd coffin like thing I was sitting on. Wait-- COFFIN! I swerved around to see it disappeared. Everything felt wierd.
"Hello?" What year was it? Where was I? Am I alone? I walked some more to see my dress was covered in blood. And holes. Holes everywhere. I started to run. I didn't know where I was, but that had to be the way out. Then I fell. Into a hole. Of some sort. Then I landed. I almost felt like I fell onto millions of spikes. I rolled over on my back. Where was I?
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, you should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
Here I spread the colors of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want you to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want you to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between or I'll blow you up with flames of fire
Sky turns black. Memory fades. through all of this tragedy fate has taken my memories from me. No other thoughts. Heart pounding. Blood racing. No more time for thinking. Think quick and on my feet or death will surely get its grasp on me. As my enemy approaches i draw my sword. Once the tip of the blade is out of the sheath i hear it hit the ground as i feel a warm liquid pouring out of my open chest as blood gushes out of the wound. As i struggle to take my last breath i wake up screaming relieved that it was just a DREAM.
