Cursing the dark, I decided to step out and find someone who could tell me what was going on. To my utter surprise, I realized I was in a hospital. ----------- “Don’t touch me, you freak. Nothing is happening to me. I am fine, I feel fine, and I am going to my room to rest,” I yelled and I started to reach out for the door-knob but I just couldn’t. I tried again, but my hand just passed through it. How? “What is happening to me?” I shouted, instantly freaking out. I tried catching it again but I could not touch it. I pushed the door but instead of pushing it, I passed through it and fell on the floor. He was immediately beside me, trying to help. Scared to death, I pushed him away and started to crawl backwards, hoping to get away from the scary man and also hoping to find something to rest my back on, but instead of finding something, I crossed the bars of a bed and was now almost in a drawer…I stood up shrieking and started to run everywhere in a haphazard manner when suddenly my eyes fell on a still figure on a hospital bed. Lying there was a lump of a woman. She was in the worst state possible, bruised everywhere and had a huge bandage on her head. Tubes stuck out from every orifice. She was breathing off a life support system… She was barely alive. She was me. ----------- A wonderful story of how the spirits of a guy and a girl met in hospital during an out-of-body experience.
One last glance at him, one last glance at the penthouse suite, and then I was a minuscule creature below the grand marble arch entrance of the penthouse suite; the residence of the wealthy in the suburbs. Then I took a few steps further to the boulevard ahead of me. I dared not turn back for I might just change my mind and run back to his suite; knocking like crazy on his door, begging him to let me in. The breeze became more volatile the further I left the boulevard. I walked towards the coastline. Sand made its way into my ballet flats, causing my skin to feel its rough friction against my flats, but I was too determined to be distracted by it. Then I walked towards the rising tide. I saw waves; its crests subtle and light in movement. Now, at the edge of land and sea, the sun had yet to shine and the moon yet to fade away. I felt that I was here; I knew I was here; I could feel my joy and my sorrow; everything and nothing flashed before me. I brushed the flapping shawl away from my chest and touched the icy cold moonstone at my neck. I felt the weight of the world in a tiny moonstone; a stone which had been with me throughout my life, dangling in front of me like a sacred pendant. Gazing at the stone, I knew I could no longer keep it. That time had passed. I wanted to move on, and the stone reminded me of all that was; the pain, the joy, the sorrow.
"What is wrong with it?" The vemon points at me in disdain, his words usage causing me to narrow my eyes at him in a dark way. He did not just call Hrudra the cold beast it. "It is very drugged up." I spat with venom, his eyes sparkling in curiosity at the disobedience while someone hit me from behind. My legs broke underneath me as I hit the ground harder than I expected, the drugs causing my Valkyrie strength to waiver. The damned drugs and my lose tongue we're gonna be the death of me. Though that wouldn't be the first time I thought of that or heard that. Many people said that I'd be my own demise and, to be honest. I wouldn't mind that one single bit. My knees burning, I glared back at the vampire woman who sneered down at me with disgust and daring me to get back up. Somehow, she knew I'd do something about her hitting me though I wasn't sure how. For a vampire, she was beautiful but I already hated her for several reasons. One, she's a vampire. Two, she kicked me. Three, I don't like her boots. "It will kill you first, bitch." I hiss, her foot slamming into my face and forcing me into the ground. With blood dripping from my lip, I pushed off the ground and launched myself towards the vampire woman. The drugs may have a hold onto my Valkyrie strength and speed, but it sure as hell doesn't hold on to my anger and fury. Even in my weakened state, I could still land a few good hits. Her shocked shriek alerted the others but the vemon barked them to stay out of it. Not saying thank you, but I love the fact that this vemon will allow me to strangle his vampire in front of everyone. We tumbled to the ground as I landed my fist into her jaw, slipping a knife from my boot and slicing her hair off. Her horrified scream caused many sirens and humans to flinch in fear from our fight. The vampire's eyes blazing atop of me when I tilted my head at her and grinned wickedly. "What are you...?" She snarls, her claws sinking into my forearms while I shrugged and tossed the knife in my other hand. Her eyes flipped to my other hand that held the knife, her eyes widening in realization when I felt my eyes shine silver for a split second even through the drugs. "It is your demise. Do not fret, love. You'll find a nice hole in hell and I will be your neighbor." I inform her before ramming the knife into her head, knowing she'd revive without me decapitating her. 〰〰〰 This is book four of the Power series and by far my favorite book to have written for the series. You don't need to read the first three books to understand this book. Hope you enjoy the book and series!
Life suddenly became tough with mom suddenly falling ill and compulsory education is done. now I don't have any money left to join high school. Join Rexa Valarine as she strives for a scholarship at a former all male school for her further education. She is quite but friendly. let's see how she makes so many friends and enemies on her path to finishing higher education. The education system I write might be different from reality as am combining various countries systems. Please bear with it. The places, names and characterization all are plainly my imagination. It doesn't mean anyone. The story belongs to me.please don't copy my work. it's a draft in my brain. I'll try my best to update frequently. not gonna be too lengthy. I hope you will support me in continuing with my writing. do leave reviews,comments. I welcome them wholeheartedly.
[warning: the following may be triggering to some people. Proceed with caution] --------- Book 1 in the Redemption series --------- (WIP) UNDER COMPLETE OVERHAUL ----------- Moving to a new city is hard. Moving to a new city after witnessing a tragic event is even harder, and it's something Zeke Slater knows too well. Though he has new friends by his side, Zeke feels so alone. Especially with the stress of school and parents whose minds are elsewhere. What is there to do? ------ This book is dedicated to my best friend for attempting to help me to become an overall better person. Special thx to Paige for the tips you have given!
"Being a teenager is tough...you are still trying to find out who you are and where you fit in, it's all about self discovery Heather," My therapist says in a calm voice. "We are here to help you honey but we can't help you if you don't help yourself," My mother says with a voice filled with pity.Everyone around Heather sees her as this unstable teenage girl who clearly needs help but they don't know for sure what's wrong with her and neither does she. In this book of self discovery Heather tries to make sense of who she is and if she's really insane, everything falls in place with "1000 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." In my head I am sane but in theirs I am not...
Welp, I am starting this Diary as a way to express how I feel every day from moods to events happening in my life. Names of people will not be included as for their privacy. The main reason why I am doing this is because in this world I am not the only one who feels emotions and escapes by reading. But I also want to let everyone who reads this know that your emotions go through routines on a daily and while at the start of this diary it will be dark as hell given the circumstances which will be explained. I don't want any of you to think that I will just up and vanish. I want you all to know that we all experience our emotions differently and on various scales depending on the emotion. I will be at least try to put up a new entry daily. With that being said don't let me bring you down and join me on my daily life.
This is a collection of all my recent poems. It tells the story of how I came to be the person I am today. The struggle I have when it comes to relationships as well as anxiety. This poetry book covers a lot more and it has been written as a coping tool for myself. I hope you all enjoy it! Warning Some of these topics are heavy. My poems are created by my anxiety, my fears, my sadness, my anger, and my depression. This means that some of them can trigger some people, and I want you all to be aware of this. I don't want anyone to feel as bad as I have a points in my life.