A/N: Hi, am trying this writing stuff out to see if I can really write, and see if you guys like my writing. Hopefully I'll get some reviews and hopefully you guys out there will help me out. I'd greatly appreciate that. On with the story that I have yet to release to you people.
Journal For Dreams
Chapter One: Question Why?
The room was quiet, almost dead silent, as the room walls draped crimson paint and light glowed only a little to offer. Two shadowed figures plastered on the wall creating it's own dance. Sounds of pure bliss were made as sheets were heard to rustle, and low muttering, yet affectionate confession was made.
Two lovers in bed showing each other the talents that they'd show only each other and no one else, as endless promises and sweet talk was spoken to the other. They had stopped as they finish and hit their climax point, they talked to one of another complementing and saying thick honey words that the heart could only say to it's other half. Slowly they drifted into sleep, into each other's arms not caring for the worlds and it's problems. A prayer they prayed that night in their hearts that they'd never be apart after discovering each other...
Tap, tap
The author of the blissful tense short prose had decided to take a break. Thoughts ran through the head of the writer, the vivid and realistic images flooded in the owner's mind that created this story so far. The creator of the story stayed up in the tower writing, away from the world and away from the pain. It was the perfect escape from everything that tried to tie him down to what was right and what was wrong. The author stared out of the window; he admired the view of white fluff covering every inch of the surface area the eye can see. As it was perfect and un-touch, it was not ruined as much as he was. He smiled in a sadistic way as the scent of the dead earth blew into the room, making him chill and enjoy.
He stared back down to his piece of writing and putter TBC (to be continued) after it, as he began to write something else, he spoke it out loud so he may be more collected and precise with what he wanted to write. "Wonder what would happen it they ever found out, ever found out that there savior of the world was nothing, but a fraud. Would they think me wrong and say that I am the only one who can save them, the only one. I'm still young, and they think that I'm almost like an adult, they give me responsibility and blame me for everything, even myself. I wish that they could realize that someone else could've done the same things that I have."
He paused a moment as he thought of away to put a thought into more simpler lines then long talk, he then added. "No they wouldn't they're all to simple minded even to see through my act as a hero."
The writer had ask this question of 'Why?' so many times before in most of his entries he had written down. Along with the written short poems, prose, and other odds and ends done with a quill and voice in the privacy away from others, he still lingered and asked that question. He knew he'd be writing that until he got his answer, which seemed to be a long way from now to understand. He laughed out loud as he thought to himself and the several of ways he had written his question, it truly was funny to him as to the many ways he wrote it.
Hatred then cluttered his thoughts, as his mind went about love ones that he lost, just because he never got that answer. The wind then blew in again as if to coo and calm him down, like a mother does with a bad tempered child. He then tried to think of something else, as he read over what he wrote, he knew who he was thinking of in those romantic clips. A person who hated him and a person he couldn't have. He wished he could choose a life away from here, a life like his stories. He knew that it was hopeless and that it would never come true, he sighed. Chained to life was what he was, at mid thought a tug in his brain told him to get out, as he knew someone was coming. He quickly grabbed his broom and flew out of the window of that tower and back to his own tower where he was still asleep. He had forgotten his book and without notice, but so tired he fell on himself shattering as he then slept.
Meanwhile up in the tower, a dark tall figure stood checking for a student to be out of bed, but no luck as he noticed that the student was gone. He had towered over to a desk where a tiny golden design was on the dark black book. Curiosity got to him as he then took the book checking as if being watched. He would read some of the many secrets in the book, so that he may then blackmail the student if needed. He smiled cruelly and left the place, as with some happy thoughts of torment he could do to that particular student. When they found out him to knowing all the secrets they held so close and dear to them, they would be wiser to be more careful next time.
A/N: You know, you probably can guess the people that I'm talking about in the story without giving much description on there physical appearances. I'm very proud of my first story and first thing that I've posted on fanfiction.net and I hope people will send me comments to help me out. I hope that my writing pleases you all and myself, for it's been pleasing me for a long while.
Yours truly, the devoted beginner and hopefully a person who can finish her stories, Lover-G
Journal For Dreams
Chapter One: Question Why?
The room was quiet, almost dead silent, as the room walls draped crimson paint and light glowed only a little to offer. Two shadowed figures plastered on the wall creating it's own dance. Sounds of pure bliss were made as sheets were heard to rustle, and low muttering, yet affectionate confession was made.
Two lovers in bed showing each other the talents that they'd show only each other and no one else, as endless promises and sweet talk was spoken to the other. They had stopped as they finish and hit their climax point, they talked to one of another complementing and saying thick honey words that the heart could only say to it's other half. Slowly they drifted into sleep, into each other's arms not caring for the worlds and it's problems. A prayer they prayed that night in their hearts that they'd never be apart after discovering each other...
Tap, tap
The author of the blissful tense short prose had decided to take a break. Thoughts ran through the head of the writer, the vivid and realistic images flooded in the owner's mind that created this story so far. The creator of the story stayed up in the tower writing, away from the world and away from the pain. It was the perfect escape from everything that tried to tie him down to what was right and what was wrong. The author stared out of the window; he admired the view of white fluff covering every inch of the surface area the eye can see. As it was perfect and un-touch, it was not ruined as much as he was. He smiled in a sadistic way as the scent of the dead earth blew into the room, making him chill and enjoy.
He stared back down to his piece of writing and putter TBC (to be continued) after it, as he began to write something else, he spoke it out loud so he may be more collected and precise with what he wanted to write. "Wonder what would happen it they ever found out, ever found out that there savior of the world was nothing, but a fraud. Would they think me wrong and say that I am the only one who can save them, the only one. I'm still young, and they think that I'm almost like an adult, they give me responsibility and blame me for everything, even myself. I wish that they could realize that someone else could've done the same things that I have."
He paused a moment as he thought of away to put a thought into more simpler lines then long talk, he then added. "No they wouldn't they're all to simple minded even to see through my act as a hero."
The writer had ask this question of 'Why?' so many times before in most of his entries he had written down. Along with the written short poems, prose, and other odds and ends done with a quill and voice in the privacy away from others, he still lingered and asked that question. He knew he'd be writing that until he got his answer, which seemed to be a long way from now to understand. He laughed out loud as he thought to himself and the several of ways he had written his question, it truly was funny to him as to the many ways he wrote it.
Hatred then cluttered his thoughts, as his mind went about love ones that he lost, just because he never got that answer. The wind then blew in again as if to coo and calm him down, like a mother does with a bad tempered child. He then tried to think of something else, as he read over what he wrote, he knew who he was thinking of in those romantic clips. A person who hated him and a person he couldn't have. He wished he could choose a life away from here, a life like his stories. He knew that it was hopeless and that it would never come true, he sighed. Chained to life was what he was, at mid thought a tug in his brain told him to get out, as he knew someone was coming. He quickly grabbed his broom and flew out of the window of that tower and back to his own tower where he was still asleep. He had forgotten his book and without notice, but so tired he fell on himself shattering as he then slept.
Meanwhile up in the tower, a dark tall figure stood checking for a student to be out of bed, but no luck as he noticed that the student was gone. He had towered over to a desk where a tiny golden design was on the dark black book. Curiosity got to him as he then took the book checking as if being watched. He would read some of the many secrets in the book, so that he may then blackmail the student if needed. He smiled cruelly and left the place, as with some happy thoughts of torment he could do to that particular student. When they found out him to knowing all the secrets they held so close and dear to them, they would be wiser to be more careful next time.
A/N: You know, you probably can guess the people that I'm talking about in the story without giving much description on there physical appearances. I'm very proud of my first story and first thing that I've posted on fanfiction.net and I hope people will send me comments to help me out. I hope that my writing pleases you all and myself, for it's been pleasing me for a long while.
Yours truly, the devoted beginner and hopefully a person who can finish her stories, Lover-G