We'll sing a beat...
READ THIS, BITCHES! I WROTE IT SPECIALLY FOR THIS LJ POST.
.the silky, eerie feeling of darkness was thick in the air, clinging to her skin with a relentless grip, breathing ice down her spine. It and it's accomplice, silence, ripped fear through her soul as she stared into the unknown of the pitch-dark clinic hallway, rasps of hazy breathe falling from her lips. She knew it was there, staring at her with its wide, sanguine eyes, but she couldn't build the mental strength it took to shut her green eyes, to turn away. And as she stared into the darkness, terror was struck on her childish features -- such a contradiction to the yellow-blonde hair which hung over her shoulders in curls of gold -- as the pale visage of a creature jumped from the darkness. Her chest was the first area to be impacted by the powerful forelegs of the beast, shoving her back to the ground in a violent manner. She cried out as the tips of long, beastly claws dug into her skin, and once again with it's massive hindlegs, stomping to hold her tiny legs pinned to the ground. It weighed a considerable amount to this small girl, just years into her life, for it to be standing on top of her frame. Her arms flung up to grip at fleshy gums, brimmed with jagged incisors, before the single lunge of the creature's narrow skull was thrown at the small girl. She screamed again, in an attempt to call for help from these attainted shadows, the maroon abyss of forbidden life, as the lengthy fangs of the creature wrapped about her throat, daring to squeeze shut...
For all of you who read it, thanks. You may comment now, and spare yourself the boring details of my life so far. Unless you actually care to read it. -shrug- It's your decision.
Well, today it rained in the morning. And I don't mean just rained. It thunderstormed. And I loved it more than anything. Yep, even more than the fact that we're doing lighthouses in ceramics. That much.
...which only prooves I have no life. I need to hang out with people more often. I mean, I barely hang out with Heather, now. I made plans with her for Wednesday, but I mean come on. She's my best friend. I should be making plans with her all the time, y'know? It's this damned computers fault. And the fact that I'm a writer. ^^ -motions to the incredibly short story above- Read! OVER AND OVER!
.the silky, eerie feeling of darkness was thick in the air, clinging to her skin with a relentless grip, breathing ice down her spine. It and it's accomplice, silence, ripped fear through her soul as she stared into the unknown of the pitch-dark clinic hallway, rasps of hazy breathe falling from her lips. She knew it was there, staring at her with its wide, sanguine eyes, but she couldn't build the mental strength it took to shut her green eyes, to turn away. And as she stared into the darkness, terror was struck on her childish features -- such a contradiction to the yellow-blonde hair which hung over her shoulders in curls of gold -- as the pale visage of a creature jumped from the darkness. Her chest was the first area to be impacted by the powerful forelegs of the beast, shoving her back to the ground in a violent manner. She cried out as the tips of long, beastly claws dug into her skin, and once again with it's massive hindlegs, stomping to hold her tiny legs pinned to the ground. It weighed a considerable amount to this small girl, just years into her life, for it to be standing on top of her frame. Her arms flung up to grip at fleshy gums, brimmed with jagged incisors, before the single lunge of the creature's narrow skull was thrown at the small girl. She screamed again, in an attempt to call for help from these attainted shadows, the maroon abyss of forbidden life, as the lengthy fangs of the creature wrapped about her throat, daring to squeeze shut...
For all of you who read it, thanks. You may comment now, and spare yourself the boring details of my life so far. Unless you actually care to read it. -shrug- It's your decision.
Well, today it rained in the morning. And I don't mean just rained. It thunderstormed. And I loved it more than anything. Yep, even more than the fact that we're doing lighthouses in ceramics. That much.
...which only prooves I have no life. I need to hang out with people more often. I mean, I barely hang out with Heather, now. I made plans with her for Wednesday, but I mean come on. She's my best friend. I should be making plans with her all the time, y'know? It's this damned computers fault. And the fact that I'm a writer. ^^ -motions to the incredibly short story above- Read! OVER AND OVER!