Adrian Dante – 1864
My horse ambled along for a considerable distance, I watched as the faint fog hung over the hallows. Katherine hid in the shadows praying not to be seen. “I have tasted your blood Katherine so you cannot hide” She appeared in front of me “what do I own you Mr Adrian Dante” My bear smile alone scared her “Why do you think? I’m here to kill you my love” Her face went cold but then she smiled.
Present
The cold winter chills hung in the air and the lake’s waters were crystalized. An arm snaked around my waist “I thought you were grounded “I smiled “I’m eighteen and I wanted to come see you Adrian". He smiled and kissed my neck "Just as beautiful as you are" I felt a gust of wind and Adrian was gone, I walked into the dark forest getting deeper and deeper right in the middle where the dark forest turned into the winter forest Adrian stood between Dylan and Miles with Klaus there.
“LET HIM GO!” Klaus laughed “ Arielbelle three boys, crying red tears, Blood draws you,you’re a wolf and choose all magical creatures“ I screamed as Klaus drove a Dagger through my stomach “What’s he talking about “ Klaus put the dagger to my heart ready to plunge it into my heart “ NO Don’t I’ll tell her everything.
I was sent to you belle , To make you tell me stuff you wouldn’t tell anyone and then bring you to the lake and get you to come here “ I closed my eyes wishing the dagger would get put through my heart “why? Why Dante” Tears ran down my face “Klaus is older and stronger than me he knows what I done in 1864 well what I should have done and he threaten to kill someone dear to me” Klaus pushed the dagger ‘what else are you’ I looked towards him with pledging eyes “ You said fallen angel close but I’m of fey blood”.
I called out to Sefo praying he wouldn’t ignore me, Help please please. I heard the wolves paws and extra paws, The Hunt there back! The hunt tore into miles and Dylan killing them but Klaus and Adrian were gone.
Sefo carried me back as I clutched my stomach , The truth drives me into my own madness and I can’t hide, turn away or give into the pain even though the darkness is calling my name. sefo whispered softly “ you’re going to be alright promise “ I whispered back “ Not this time I’m… I’m frightened by what I see “. I buried my head into his chest as he carried me down into the grove.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These books are great for summer reading I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula by Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit by Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castle by Susan Hill
7. 1984 by George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian Mole by Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
These books are great for summer reading I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula by Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit by Tolken
8. I'm the king of the castle by Susan Hill
7. 1984 by George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian Mole by Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice by Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime by Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So you need not try to remember something,
You remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that you could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
You try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, you try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went by and more pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
