Falling, falling

An excerpt from the second book of Immortality Doesn't Exist. Who's title I shall not announce yet. Funny thing is I still haven't written the second book yet (So close to the ending of IDE, so I might start in Decemberish). And I swear my MC, Beth Angelina Dovens, is somehow haunting this and the last story. I think she's trying to tell me....
GO BACK TO WORKING ON THE NOVEL. (My novel by the way)

Twirling, twirling

In a tree

Falling, falling

That’s. The. End. Of. Me.

The poem still plays in my head. It has been months from when I first heard it, when I had to…

I close my eyes as I try to suppress the memories from coming down to knock down on that carefully constructed wall. The wall which I so carefully built not to let most of the memories from that quest haunt me. It haunted my dreams, in my life, in nearly everything. I also didn’t want to deal with that lying, fake, cheating, not-really-him, antagonist. He was the only person that I couldn’t even destroy, not unless I wanted a part of my heart that someone is safekeeping, severed away from me. And that would absolutely destroy me, and that’s considering that it’s actually the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I also didn’t want the memories of the quest with paranormals killing me, to break down the wall. Or else, I just might be stuck in my room forever, staring at the roof, with no one coming to me. Not even…

It was hard; I can tell that the memories were slowly breaking me down. I just wanted to be normal and not deal with the memories, and just keep up with the studies that my parents enforce upon me every day. And I just wanted to hope that I can make the first day of school that started tomorrow. I didn’t want to have any weird dreams, which they somehow tell me something. I didn’t want to hear any more prophetic poems somehow entering my brain. I just wanted to dance and take care of the flowers in the greenhouse. I just wanted to be me.

And yet, I was falling, and falling. My fear was skyrocketing as I didn’t know what will be at the ground, as I didn’t even know if I’ll land on my feet on the sturdy ground. I could feel myself slowly breaking apart, and slowly threatening that I won’t be me.

Gosh, I needed Rain. He seemed to be the normal one of us, and my lifeline. He always kept me on my feet, pushing me forward. I just wanted to be in his arms again, just wanted to cry on his shoulder, while he comforted me. I wanted him to do some random tricks to do with his power. I wanted to smile, and be normal.

I

Just

                        Wanted

    Him.

But where was he? 

An except from the prequel for Immortality Doesn't Exist.

Wow that was a lot to say, for a title. And the top floor should turn up the temperature a bit, it almost feels like the ice age, which by the way is when the MC (Artica) was born. It was also a good thing that I was wearing that jacket. Or I might have been a frozen very realistic, painted ice statue.

Cold, it was so very cold.

            That was my first thought, when I first opened my eyes in this new world. My quick baby dragon eyes were able to perceive everything around me. A white ceiling was up ahead, white walls holding it all up, while the white snow was the base of it all. And up in a little ice crib where a Chinese baby ice dragon was watching it all. Far, so very far that it looked like a thin line was blue and little did my baby mind did know that the blue was the sky. Blue and white, blue and white, blue and white were the only colors that I knew for the moment. Little did I know was that it was going to impact me in a large way. But while I was looking at the ice age world around me, I just had a feeling that I was going to be very different from the other ice dragons. This was weird for a fourteen-hour dragling to feel.

            “What a cute little dragon. All the scales in the right place, the whiskers perfectly combed, the spikes gleaming perfectly. This should be typical for being the daughter of me, the prettiest dragon in the whole race. Now you just need a name, and I shall call you... Artica. Hmm… perfect considering the environment we live in,” said a female voice, which I shall know as my mother.

            “Yeah, a very cold environment, that will never change. It shall be that way for the end of time,” announced my father in a proud voice. I just looked up at them with curious eyes, cooing at my name. Artica a Chinese ice dragon that will be different from the rest.

            “Yeah, better than being warm,” my mother scoffs. “It shall this way for a very, long time.”

            Little did I know they were wrong. 

Labor Day

Today is Labor Day so sorry no post, since school is closed, no story today. I just realized that I was being redundant.
Well here's part of a story.

Sleep, I need it, and yet for some reason I don't.
Friends I need it, and for some reason they just ignore me.
Tears just fall.
This is the fourteen years and eleven months of me.

More like a poem, but I think I can make a story out of it.

Human Again

Yesterday, I was a bit tired to write, but here it is today. A Saturday which certainly wasn't a school day, but at least I felt like typing it up onto my computer, and posting it here. How ironic, I didn't post my story up last Friday as well, let's hope it won't turn into a daily thing. And p.s there's 170 more stories left till next summer, for those of you curious how many stories are left. (180ish stories in all, for 180 school days for me)

            Tacos again

            Pizza again    

            Subway again for lunch.

Human again, wasn’t at all I expected to be. Oh being human again for five weeks, was all head over heels confusing. In fact, it was probably easier being an immortal beast for the last three centuries, than being a pitiful mortal human. At least then, I had claws and teeth to defend myself from danger, here being human again, you had feeble hands that wasn’t even strong enough to defend a person from a carriage car attack. I shuddered at the memory that was from a month ago, a memory of when I have finally gotten out of that musty, safe castle. It was then that I learned how the world changed, into something more technological advanced, dirtier, as well as scary. It was also then, that I knew I was like everyone else, more fragile, making it easier for death to access you from all sides. I sigh, as I stuff down the strange chips with yucky toppings, in which Mari(belle) had called nachos. She must have noticed, for then she stopped talking to her never-ending gabbing friend, and looked up at me, concern in her pretty blue eyes.

“What’s wrong, Trev?” she asks in her quiet yet clear voice. It was a bit hard to hear her voice, since the lunchroom was a clamorous place, full of danger everywhere and yet no matter where we were, she was the only voice I can hear.

“Nothing,” I say stuffing another chip into my mouth, even though I wasn’t that hungry. She just looked up at me, a persistent look in her eyes, as she knew there was a lot going on in my thoughts that didn’t mean the word nothing. I sigh again, and resist the urge to play with her golden honey hair, which would as usual annoy her a bit. So I concluded to tell her what’s in my head. “I was just thinking about how feeble it is being human again,” I say quietly so no one around us can guess at the meaning of my words. Only two other people in the world know the truth and that is her and Mrs. Johnson. She sighs, and without words her eyes tells me that I’m just being silly, and that being human again isn’t feeble. Then with my eyes, I tell her to remember the car accident. She visibly grimaced, and then afterwards gave me a sheepish grin.

“See I told you so,” I say mussing up her hair. She rolled her eyes and unconsciously started to put her hair back into place.

“It would explain why the need to have weapons. Since we’re lacking some ourselves.”

“Weapons that are easier to carry around if it’s naturally part of your body,” I say back remembering my claws. And how useful it would have been at the accident.

“Yeah, if only everyone had that around,” she says reading my mind.

“If only this was a fairy tale,” I whisper a bit wistfully.

“A Grimm Brother’s fairy tale, one that has you.” I smile, and grab her hand and as quick as lightning pull her in for a quick kiss before anyone of the nosy teachers can catch us.

Up

It is picture day. Yay! (The yay was sarcastic by the way. I'm not really a photogenic person, but I survived getting blinded from all the camera flashes from the other photos.) And on my way back to class, I looked , and the skylight reminded me of the sky, which reminded me of the movie Up. 

            Up, it was the only way to go. Up into the clouds, only to float away, black and white balloons carry her away. Far, far away from this boring place.

            I felt someone shake me awake. And for a while, I don’t bother to open my eyes. I didn’t want to face the reality of school, not now, not yet, and not ever. “Mia,” says a familiar voice poking me in the ribs.

“What do you want Rose?” I grumble back, still not bothering to open her eyes.

“I want you to come with me, to the bathroom, so I can see if I have any hairs sticking out, and make sure my makeup is fine,” I start to tune her out, as my brain starts wondering just exactly how vain she has become this summer. “Hello, Mia, are you listening?” she says in a bit whiney voice.

“Yeah, I’m listening, and no I don’t want go to the bathroom. You already look extraordinary,” I sigh, my eyes still closed.

“Yeah right, you’re just saying that because you’re my friend. And you don’t even have your eyes open,” she says in a pouty voice.

“No it’s true,” I say telling the truth. In comparison, I’m just a plain village girl living in the sewers while she’s the rich supermodel princess. “Now go away, so I can go back to dreaming,” I say, dismissing her with a gesture of my hand.

“Fine, but who know is coming,” she says the last part in a sing songy voice, but I didn’t hear for I was starting on the highway to dreamland. 

Drip, Drop

Too much homework was overtaking me, so I didn't have much time to type the story up, and posting it on here. So here it is.

Run.

            It was all anyone ever said to me that day. And my stupid, panicked self actually listened to them. So I start to run, and, and run, far from here. Night came and that’s when I couldn’t run no more. I collapse to the ground, taking a million deep breaths, but it doesn’t help. It feels as if, I’m in a dark gray ocean slowly sinking to the ground never breathing the air again. After a while, my body feels like it has enough air, but that’s when the tears come. Tears from the forest fire, from the firefighters, my friends, and him. Pinned under that tree helping me get out, only to most likely die himself.

            Drip

                        Drop

                                    Drip.

            The tears kept on coming, and it felt like that it will be like that for the rest of my pitiless, stupid not worth living for anymore life. I cry and cry, my memories of them tearing apart only to glue back together to haunt me again, ripping, and getting back together. A cycle that will never leave me for the rest of eternity.

            Drop

                        Drip

                                    Drop.

            And it shall stay that way till I die.

Drip

Drop.