Tiny Bits
Noting what I need to do. Small excerpts I've written that I need to build around:
Misunderstood
By Ahhelga
She was always loved. She had a good life as an optimistic young girl with good grades, plenty of friends, and the best boyfriend in the world. Her family was so supportive of everything in her life, and she was grateful for that. And most importantly, she knew the future was wide open ahead of her.
Delores Herbig, as in “her big brown eyes”, which was a saying that was said and was now almost a reflex whenever she introduced herself to people, had been at the height of her life at age seventeen. Junior year never looked so good.
I Spy
By Ahhelga
“I spy…” Breathe. Pause. Continue. “With my little eye… something Jewish!”
A groan was released. “Aw, come on Cartman. Will you stop, for Christ’s sake?”
“Oh, you threatening my Jesus, Jew boy?” Cartman snapped.
The Marked Skin
By Ahhelga
I died Sunday, October 31st, 2004. It was Halloween, naturally. And it was the most memorable night of my life, and the best experience I would feel until I would die (literally).
I would normally start with my life up till that point in history, but it would be tedious and frustrating for you and for me both, seeing as how my life wasn’t the best, though I have to say it was not the worst. (I guess this is where I’d start talking about my life.) It was what you would call “normal” with a few unavoidable yet regrettable times. I would tell you how my birth wasn’t exactly the most wanted of things, and that just led to years of torment, and much regret.
A Day Late
By Ahhelga
I blinked, so hard that it looked like I was doing visual morse code. But I simply couldn't handle the sight before me. Here was a face I thought I'd never see again in my entire life. It was amazing how I still remembered every detail, from the curve of his nose, to this disheveled bronze hair, to the dark circles that trapped his green, green eyes... He looked exactly the same, only older, more mature, and I loved this older version more instantly. I swallowed hard, trying to pry my eyes away from his long pale fingers. I remembered the magic they had done so long ago, but I stopped myself from going any further. After all, I didn't want to make a bad first impression in ten years for Edward Cullen.
Will need to get to these later
Misunderstood
By Ahhelga
She was always loved. She had a good life as an optimistic young girl with good grades, plenty of friends, and the best boyfriend in the world. Her family was so supportive of everything in her life, and she was grateful for that. And most importantly, she knew the future was wide open ahead of her.
Delores Herbig, as in “her big brown eyes”, which was a saying that was said and was now almost a reflex whenever she introduced herself to people, had been at the height of her life at age seventeen. Junior year never looked so good.
I Spy
By Ahhelga
“I spy…” Breathe. Pause. Continue. “With my little eye… something Jewish!”
A groan was released. “Aw, come on Cartman. Will you stop, for Christ’s sake?”
“Oh, you threatening my Jesus, Jew boy?” Cartman snapped.
The Marked Skin
By Ahhelga
I died Sunday, October 31st, 2004. It was Halloween, naturally. And it was the most memorable night of my life, and the best experience I would feel until I would die (literally).
I would normally start with my life up till that point in history, but it would be tedious and frustrating for you and for me both, seeing as how my life wasn’t the best, though I have to say it was not the worst. (I guess this is where I’d start talking about my life.) It was what you would call “normal” with a few unavoidable yet regrettable times. I would tell you how my birth wasn’t exactly the most wanted of things, and that just led to years of torment, and much regret.
A Day Late
By Ahhelga
I blinked, so hard that it looked like I was doing visual morse code. But I simply couldn't handle the sight before me. Here was a face I thought I'd never see again in my entire life. It was amazing how I still remembered every detail, from the curve of his nose, to this disheveled bronze hair, to the dark circles that trapped his green, green eyes... He looked exactly the same, only older, more mature, and I loved this older version more instantly. I swallowed hard, trying to pry my eyes away from his long pale fingers. I remembered the magic they had done so long ago, but I stopped myself from going any further. After all, I didn't want to make a bad first impression in ten years for Edward Cullen.
Will need to get to these later