| Kyler! Arriana! Edward! Amara! Requiem! Alex! |


Kyler I awoke groggily, my stomach growling hungrily and my body stiff all over. I sat up, finding myself in a large white tent, being whipped around by the wind. Several cots filled the open space, with blood soaked women scurrying around to each, a look of lost hope and the burden of sightless things in there eyes.Kyler
One of the women walked over to me, poring me a glass of water in a clay cup. "Where is the King?" I asked, my voice raspy.


Beneath the StarsThe cool winter air moved around my face, breaking red locks free from the braid at the back of my neck and flinging them carelessly about my cheeks.Beneath the Stars
The train of people moved slowly forward, women and children holding on to there belongings and freezing in the cold weather. Kyler looked at them behind his shoulder with pity.
"We should stop." He said. "They can't take much more of this." "While your warm heart is a blessing, my lord, we cannot." Atretes said. "We must cover at least three more miles, or we will not make it before the winter." Kyler shook his head and looked on.
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The Morning AfterI rolled over on my elbow and starred down at Kylers handsome face. His eyes were closed lightly, a small smile teasing the ends of his lips. His brown hair was in a tangled disaray, falling across his sharp cheekbones and neck.The Morning After
My eyes followed the sloping curve of his neck down to his sharp, prodruding collar bones and prefectly toned chest. Down across the flat plane of his stomach and a line of hair that dissapeared into the covers.
I gently touched his lips with the tip of my finger, smiling as they opened beneath my touch. His eyes opened sleepily, looking into mine. Hey. Hey


AnoushMy eyes felt grimy, like I had been sleeping for to long. I hurt all over, my muscles stressed in places muscles shouldnt be stressed. I tried to sit up, but I was swaddled in blankets that smelled like fresh rain on a large bed. The blankets were heavy, but I managed to unwind myself from the make-shift cocoon. My body was covered in bruises, not uncommon when one gets into such a fight, and my torso had straps of linen pressed against it. I was wearing the white undershirt from the day before, and my dark blue pants. Well, good morning. I heard a familiar voice say. I turned to see the man from theAnoush
| Kyler! Arriana! Edward! Amara! Requiem! Alex! |


Down:Chapter 3Dear Reader One,Down:Chapter 3
Is it so wrong to want you to love me?
Am I so unlovable?
Am I to broken? Am I to sad? Am I to desperate? Am I to Needy? Am I to wrong?
Your words cut me deep. I had tried to set you free, to tell you that you were to good for me...
"For Once you were right," You had said. "I am."
Tonight, I'll Bleed for you.


Down: Chapter 2Dearest Reader Number One,Down: Chapter 2
Cutting isnt what it used to be. Anyone who is anyone has done it, but not to the point where I would distinguish them as cutters. I look at the preps and emos, and I know they dont have a clue what there talking about. Cutting with there nails, not drawing blood, papercuts. Stopping after the first time. Pathetic. They do it for attention, I do it because I have to. The cutting accelerated after freshmen year, it went from once a week to once a day. Once a day to every 12 hours. Every 6 hours. Every hour. Every moment I could get. I started wearing
| My Auto-Bio WARNING: May be offensive to some readers |


ActorYou say I'm always smiling And that I'm good at what I do But the one thing You'll never realize is I'm a damn good actress too.Actor


Saving YouAm I not enough? To much? To drawn? Is it my fear of darkness? A fear of loneliness? My fear of the dawn?Saving You
Is it what I do to myself? The cuts, the slashes, the blood? Is it the pain I cause you? I never meant to hurt you Only to hurt myself. But I realize I hurt you too.
I can never say I'm sorry enough times for all the pain,
You say I was the perfect girl,
except for one little thing
I had to do this to myself In order to survive I do it to protect myself If only you realized
I'm sorry I had t
| My lack of poetry skills |


SynopsisGreetings fellow authors, readers, and all the rest of you!!Synopsis
Okay, so I have been asked at least 385720 times for an outline of my novel, so your not confused while reading. That cool, I am happy to provide one, and also (as requested by some) links to certain songs that inspired me.
Book 1, The Awakening: (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uu9uxGP5nL0): The infamous and suave Kyler Reed breaks away from the Counsel, an elite group of unjust vampires, and creates the Guard (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtjUc5GXY3E), trying to riot out against the unfair behavior. A seer, before he dies, predicts that a warrior w
| I know, I know, It was hard to find, I'm sorry, but it's here now! |

| Well, let's see... I'm studying to be a criminal physologist, and I'm Majoring in phyciatry, minoring in law. I want to do profiling for the CIA. But for now, I'm interning at a phycologist office. I dont fear a lot of things, but the thought that one day I might be one of my co-workers patients. I'm a naturally violent person, and that's not really something that bugs me. I have a personality disorder that sometimes makes me more attuned and desperate to preform violent fantasies. I'm a female Hanibal Lecture, and I have to admit to admiring him. Other than that, i'm a generally nice person, and I don't accept gray area in my life. You are or you aren't. I dont like maybes. I'm told I'm a heartbreaker and a stranger, I get bored with men so easily I often throw them aside. It's nothing personal, but i do love a challenge. I sometimes Like it when people take the hint, but humans are not only dull but thick skulled as well. Another way I agree with hanibal. Why kill? To show your contempt of human life. So little people trully know me, and I've struggled with a lot over the years. I move on, as much as i can at least. I'm quick to anger, slow to forgive. My good graces once lost are lost forever. Pride is a fault, but also a virtue. |
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I eat my tacos on Tuesday, and every other day of the week!!!
of course, your welcome
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Et nos servasti...sanguine fuso
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I eat my tacos on Tuesday, and every other day of the week!!!
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Et nos servasti...sanguine fuso
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I eat my tacos on Tuesday, and every other day of the week!!!
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of course, it was great.
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Et nos servasti...sanguine fuso
and thank ya!
it is quite the marvelous icon isnt it?
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Its hilarious, and totally trippy. you can stare at that for hours..
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Et nos servasti...sanguine fuso
Lovely gallery by the way. Beautiful stuff.
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"The heart is the only broken instrument that works"
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