Writing Article: Angel

Angel

posted by annabethxchase

I'd often dream of having a guardian angel
Some one to be there for me, to protect me
I'm my dreams she had a smile like the sunshine
A smile that broke through the clouds and sparkled upon the horizon.
She would never walk away as I reach my hand to her
She would whisper to me, so softly and I'd feel my heart beat faster
She would touch my cheek with the tips of her fingers
Her porcelain skin resting against mine

My angel was not only a dream, but a wish
A wish for a happiness that would only be filled by love,
Her love
She would hold me close in the cold
She would whisper to me again
Our breath mixing in the icy breeze
I'd often count the days of snow flakes
I'd watch them fall while I dreamed of her hand
Interwound in mine.

I longed for another body next to me
Cool skin held against warm
Her silky hair tangled in my fingers as I stair into the most intriguing blue eyes
It was something no one but me could witness
My angel

Perfection was the only word to describe her
Nothing about her had a fault
From her thin body to rose pink lips
I some times wondered what they would taste of
What would they be like, pressed to mine in a way only she could
We could stay together for hours
In each others arms
A thin embrace, softer than the silence surrounding us
But strong enough not to be broken

I'd brush my fingers along her lips and she would smile
I would feel myself been lulled to sleep by the soft motion and her mellow heart beat
A heart beat in time with my own
Something speaking over a thousand words
With nothing more than a gentle thump thump

My angel you are perfect
I cannot see anything more beautiful then you
My dreams are whole with you In them and as you whisper my name
I can feel myself falling into the safety of your arms

My angel you may not mean anything to others but to me
You are my whole world
And as we sit here sharing soft chaste kisses, I wonder,
My angel
Are you mine to keep?

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Bare Bone's chapter 1 part 2

posted by Lore_Master

As the Hero awoke he found himself in a dark hallway "wha...what happened?" he thought to himself as he wondered aimlessly down the hallway trying to get his bareings, he saw a faint light flickering only for a moment giveing him only enough time to make out where he was "wait.... no it can't be." he said running down the hallway toward's the light, while he was running he noticed picture's of his family confirming exactly where he was "this couldn't be..... my old house burnt down 5 year's ago.." he said stopping to notice one of the door's open with barely any light barely any light comeing...

A Little Too Curious (part 6)

posted by noahnstar1616

Cameron faced me. "Huh?"

"I said", my eyes focused on Mercury. "Could you give us some privacy?"

"I could, but I don't want to."

I scowled.

"It's fine Mercury, I'll see you later." Cameron kissed her on the cheek.

The sight stung the back of my eyeballs.

She smiled at him, glared at me, and left.

Cameron faced me again. "Now what did you want?"

"I want to know why the hell you're tongue was in that..bitch's mouth", I yelled. I had never used profanity before, but it felt good.

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"No, I'm your girlfriend!"

"Correction, you were my girlfriend."

" 'Were'? What do you mean 'were'?...

Haunted Tower, Part 1

posted by WildCherryWolf

The Tower of London is notorious for it's ghost stories. Its where I live. I get to go to the White Tower whenever I want. I get to hang round the St. Peter ad Vincula chapel. And sometimes, I can get friends in for free. But this, this is my story. My name is Tallulah, Tara to my friends, family, and you. And this is my tale of terror in the Tower.

I had gotten back from Tudor History with my tutor. I was pretty exhausted, as I had been on a walking tour and class. And I had been called in to help a guided tour, that's the kind of thing we get when we live here. It's only a few of us, but we...

Crap, yes, but be truthful!! ...actually, don't xD

posted by MerlinLemon

This might only work if you're familiar with the tale of Jason, the Ancient Greek hero, but who gives a crap? Haha, anyways, I was going to enter a writing competition because I figured that it would be a good way to, well, I don't know. BUt Greece was my inspiration coz that's where I'ma going and I was looking at this Greek website that my friend Hanniekins sent me the link to and I was reading about the heroes and stuff and I wrote, well, this.... So yeah... xD
JASON

Jason sprinted faster, pushing his muscles to the limit as he pumped his arms and legs. Behind him, the sounds of his pursuer...

Modern Day Princess Ch. 15

posted by para-scence

"...So there's no way you're taking Cosette home if she doesn't want to!" Echo shouted across the kitchen. She's been ranting for about ten minutes straight. It even frightened me. Asteria seemed surprised, but calm. That scared me too. Was she so certain I was coming home no matter what? Echo paused for a couple moments, trying to regain her breath. She looked at me. "You... aren't leaving, are you?" I looked at Asteria, and sighed.

"No," I said firmly. Asteria's eyes saddened a little bit.

"Please?" she whispered. My heart ached at her sadness. I was stuck between her, and my life here. But...

I Know Why The Caged Heart Beats

posted by lauren777222

"All I need is your support",she said.My stomach went into knots.Reluctantly I took her hand.Boney fingers stabbed into mine.The room began to spin and purple fog rolled into the room through the floor boards.Then,it was done.Let me start from the beginning.I'm Caroline LeBeau.My father used to own half of New Orleans.That is,before his "tragic" death.Before he took his last breath he said to me and my twin sister,Madeline,"My millions will be divided between you two."It has been four years since then and me and Madeline have went our seperate ways.Here's our story.
"Come on,hon,you can't stay...

Speechless Ch. 6

posted by para-scence

The next day, I had no choice but to go to school. My friends looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.

"How you doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.

"Did you hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.

"Hear what," Liberty said.

"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised or something. So that means---"

"The real shooters are still here," Crow finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"Well why...

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The Hunt for My Angel: Chapter 2 (more added)

posted by gabatron3000

Ky

“Oni! Did you already pack some shampoo, conditioner and all of that crap? You know that hotel hygiene products suck!” shouted June through my bathroom door.

“June chill, Let me finish taking my waz.” I rolled my eyes. No use she couldn’t see it.

I walked out of the bathroom sat on the edge of my bed looked up at June and said “Don’t you ever go home? I bet that Andrew misses you dearly.” I smiled at her. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

June sat next to me. She put her head into her hands. I wasn't expecting that, I pat her back.

"June what's wrong?" I asked concerned while...

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Prologue & First Chapter of Still Castle

posted by Vampiyaa

Prologue
The Life of Amelia Grace

Mia Grace’s alarm clock rang shrilly in her ear that morning. Groaning, she rolled over, pounded the snooze button down and buried her face in the covers. She was barely able to get another few extra minutes of sleep before somebody ripped the covers off of her and a cheerful voice rang out, “Come on, Mia, you’re never going to get into eleventh grade by sleeping all day!”
“That’d be an easy way to do it,” mumbled Mia, rubbing her eyes and stretching. When she opened her eyes a black haired man was looming over her, a stupid grin on his face.
“Geez,...

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The Hunt for My Angel: Chapter 1

posted by gabatron3000

Oni

I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my favorite green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight or you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, you know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 25

posted by Insight357

I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment by then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I said while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 18

posted by Insight357

I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I said taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...

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Psychoanalysis: Chapter 17

posted by Insight357

It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could you leave her?” I managed to get the question out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. By then I figured it was too late,” Alexander said a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered by the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 13

posted by Insight357

I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, or not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...

Living in the City of the 1970's: Chapter 1

posted by StarWarsFan7

I stroll down Western Avenue with a blue coin purse in my fragile hands. People in every direction as far as the eye can see. Neighbors being neighborly, store keepers selling and people riding the subway to work. Today happens to be a Saturday morning. And as usual, I awaken in the morning at six o'clock and dress. Every Saturday morning is the same old thing. I turn to the corner seeing the store I've been looking for. Roosevelt Island Shop. Yes. Indeed I live on the island of Roosevelt Island. It's very exhilirating to walk in the streets of our state of New York. As I enter the small shop,...

Psychoanalysis: Chapter 3

posted by Insight357

    Grey pulled away from the house. I sat inside on the couch. Our house had deep brown walls, and light brown hard-wood floors. There were knick-knacks everywhere. Pictures of Grey’s family hung on the walls. None of mine, though, I prefer to keep mine in my suitcase.
    It may seem odd, but I keep all my belongings in my suitcase. I’m afraid if I unpack something bad will happen.
    The brown couch I sat on, and musty smell of the house grew old on me. I walked outside to the front porch. It was one of the nice, white, wrap-around...

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Death Becomes Me: Luke Blade Story Chapter 1

posted by sawfan13

George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, or anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all by himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...

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Love is Wild: Chapter 9

posted by sawfan13

As they were drawing close to Howl, I got jealous and defensive all of a sudden. "Hey! He's not used to so many people around him, so back off!" One of the girls looked at me and said,"Take a chill pill,k'? We just like him." Debbie flashed her evil green eyes at me and said,"Yeah Lilith. Maybe he would like to see a real woman for once instead of a little pathetic nobody like you." Something inside of me just burst into flames. She's kept going and going, calling me trashy because of how my tank top was showing my naval. I gave her a cold hard stare and said,"You're jealous because I have...

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Love is Wild: Prologue

posted by sawfan13

Early in the afternoon. All of my sisters and her friends are so excited about this trip to an actual wild forested area in Africa. I'm kinda on the fence about it, and I'm trying to start my own pool to see if my sister and her friends will spaz out before they set foot on real jungle grass. He he. It's going to be so hilarious watching these spoiled rich brats take a look at a place without electricity, room-service, houses, pluming, and money usage. It's a high-heel free zone, and they're still wearing those screaming sequined death traps that their so-called "natural born perfected" feet...

Harry Potter Fanfiction (The Last Goodbye)

posted by DracoLuver

The two figures walked silently in unity, their feet trudging through the high snow. Both their faces were wet with tears, and the girl clutched a bundle of bright red roses. They stopped immediately in front of a strong iron gate beside a small cozy church, adorned with brilliant Christmas lights, and inside voices sang in chorus to familiar Christmas songs.
They both stared beyond, unsure of whether to go in or not. The red-headed boy made his decision first and leaned on the gate, crying into his hands. The girl seemed unable to look at him, and her gaze was locked by a white marble tombstone...