Flowa- Ahhh!!! I keep killing poor ryou! I'm so mean!! *Cries* Oh. I have a
new authoress!
Ruth- HeyHo! I'm Ruth and I'm one of Flowa's other stories *not posted onff.net* But I'm going to talk about it anyway! Ok so in this story, a girl named Ruth is at her psychiatrists, telling the story of her split personalities life (Yea I ripped off yugioh.hehehe...) But anyway, it starts in Egypt with a high priestess of a Pagan coven getting dumped in the desert. She strikes a deal with Ra to save her unborn child. She herself dies, and a mysterious stranger takes the child. She raises her to be a high priestess, but is missing something. Maybe it has to with her foster mother being the wife of Osiris. Or maybe it could be the strange half-heart pendant found on her at birth. She is sent back into time to kill her light, but ends up being her savoir. (It's not Yuri...)
Flowa- Well, now that I thoroughly wasted your time, how about a poem? What am I at now? I think its M/M but I'm totally out of ideas so I'll make it a freaky song-ficcy!
I don't own Evanesces- My immortal or yugioh..
____My immortal______
-----~ I'm so tired of being here/ Suppressed by all my childish fears/ and if you have to leave/ I wish that you would just leave/ 'Cause your presence still lingers here/ and it won't leave me alone ~------
Glancing out the window, I sighed and let my teas from my broken soul fall. I knew you'd eventually leave me. You tore open the doors of my heart, and was disgusted at my love. Now I all I have is my memories of you.
-------~ When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears/ When you'd scream I'd fight/ away all of your fears/ I held your hand through all of these years/ but you still have All of me ~------
How you stopped hurting me after the day I almost died. How you'd hold me into you're arms and say 'It's all right, hikari' another tear falls. You took my heart, my Yami. Now leave, leave me to die. I'll never love another.
-----~ I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone/ but though you're still with me/ I've been alone all along ~--------
I sigh regretfully, engrossed in my memories of you. I can't believe your finally gone. It's so hard to go on. I can still feel the warmth of your arms and your protective arms. But it's gone now. I'm alone now.
------~ When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears/ When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears/ I held your hand through all of these years/ But you still have All of me ~-----
Yet another tear falls from my eyes to the carpet under me. Why now, when I need you most. I can fell your arms around me now. It's so real, yet so far away.
"Hikari. Why do you still cry for me?"
What? Is that your voice? Calling out to me. I turn into the arms of my dark. You still love me. The tears are flowing freely now. In your arms I find the only solace in the world.
"Yami. Please, don't leave."
I hear him laugh and tighten his grip around my waist.
"Never."
The end -
Flowa- *still crying* Soooo Sad!!!
Ruth- *sigh* How about a seek peak at Flowa's story! Its called 'Embrace the light' like this poem section.
~ Chapter one! ~
I squirm in the large red and brown lounge chair. My eyes drift from one painting to another, drafted upon these dry plaster brown walls. The hard leather of the chair presses into my aching side. I hear an impatient cough from my side and turn my head wearily to the psychiatrist at my side. Red hair atop emerald eyes and a fair complexion, my new 'friend' is very easy to read. She blinks twice, caught in my glance. A smile graces my lips. I love my eyes. The way they sparkle and gleam.
Catching people and holding them. No one would believe I had contacts, but I do. It's a curse. It is a hereditary in my line as well as my tall and thin form. I screech my long black fingernails on my chair and watch as she winces. I bat my long eyelashes at her and puff my eyes in fake sympathy. It always works with the softies.
I sigh and move my eyes to a mirror on the wall. The reflection my shirt reading "Chaos, Panic, Disorder. I see my work here is done" and the leather pants I had chosen especially for this meeting. The black of my new gothic motif unnerves my counterpart but she is far to kind to say anything. Especially that the color makes my skin pale so I look like a vampire. The insistent ramblings of the woman beside me interrupt my chain of thought.
"I can tell you aren't a normal teenager. When did you start believing in this 'Flowa'?" I scowl. Pathetic doctors. They think they are so great. "You think you know me. Don't you. You think you are above all my other doctors. Well, I'll tell you this. You aren't going to get a word out of me. So why don't you just shut up and f*** off" The look of surprise on her face is priceless. I break out me terrifying smirk but her words catch me dead.
_ TBC _
Well, that's my story... It sucks. I know. Its.20 pages now. I still have another like 30 to go. Gra.
Ruth- HeyHo! I'm Ruth and I'm one of Flowa's other stories *not posted onff.net* But I'm going to talk about it anyway! Ok so in this story, a girl named Ruth is at her psychiatrists, telling the story of her split personalities life (Yea I ripped off yugioh.hehehe...) But anyway, it starts in Egypt with a high priestess of a Pagan coven getting dumped in the desert. She strikes a deal with Ra to save her unborn child. She herself dies, and a mysterious stranger takes the child. She raises her to be a high priestess, but is missing something. Maybe it has to with her foster mother being the wife of Osiris. Or maybe it could be the strange half-heart pendant found on her at birth. She is sent back into time to kill her light, but ends up being her savoir. (It's not Yuri...)
Flowa- Well, now that I thoroughly wasted your time, how about a poem? What am I at now? I think its M/M but I'm totally out of ideas so I'll make it a freaky song-ficcy!
I don't own Evanesces- My immortal or yugioh..
____My immortal______
-----~ I'm so tired of being here/ Suppressed by all my childish fears/ and if you have to leave/ I wish that you would just leave/ 'Cause your presence still lingers here/ and it won't leave me alone ~------
Glancing out the window, I sighed and let my teas from my broken soul fall. I knew you'd eventually leave me. You tore open the doors of my heart, and was disgusted at my love. Now I all I have is my memories of you.
-------~ When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears/ When you'd scream I'd fight/ away all of your fears/ I held your hand through all of these years/ but you still have All of me ~------
How you stopped hurting me after the day I almost died. How you'd hold me into you're arms and say 'It's all right, hikari' another tear falls. You took my heart, my Yami. Now leave, leave me to die. I'll never love another.
-----~ I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone/ but though you're still with me/ I've been alone all along ~--------
I sigh regretfully, engrossed in my memories of you. I can't believe your finally gone. It's so hard to go on. I can still feel the warmth of your arms and your protective arms. But it's gone now. I'm alone now.
------~ When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears/ When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears/ I held your hand through all of these years/ But you still have All of me ~-----
Yet another tear falls from my eyes to the carpet under me. Why now, when I need you most. I can fell your arms around me now. It's so real, yet so far away.
"Hikari. Why do you still cry for me?"
What? Is that your voice? Calling out to me. I turn into the arms of my dark. You still love me. The tears are flowing freely now. In your arms I find the only solace in the world.
"Yami. Please, don't leave."
I hear him laugh and tighten his grip around my waist.
"Never."
The end -
Flowa- *still crying* Soooo Sad!!!
Ruth- *sigh* How about a seek peak at Flowa's story! Its called 'Embrace the light' like this poem section.
~ Chapter one! ~
I squirm in the large red and brown lounge chair. My eyes drift from one painting to another, drafted upon these dry plaster brown walls. The hard leather of the chair presses into my aching side. I hear an impatient cough from my side and turn my head wearily to the psychiatrist at my side. Red hair atop emerald eyes and a fair complexion, my new 'friend' is very easy to read. She blinks twice, caught in my glance. A smile graces my lips. I love my eyes. The way they sparkle and gleam.
Catching people and holding them. No one would believe I had contacts, but I do. It's a curse. It is a hereditary in my line as well as my tall and thin form. I screech my long black fingernails on my chair and watch as she winces. I bat my long eyelashes at her and puff my eyes in fake sympathy. It always works with the softies.
I sigh and move my eyes to a mirror on the wall. The reflection my shirt reading "Chaos, Panic, Disorder. I see my work here is done" and the leather pants I had chosen especially for this meeting. The black of my new gothic motif unnerves my counterpart but she is far to kind to say anything. Especially that the color makes my skin pale so I look like a vampire. The insistent ramblings of the woman beside me interrupt my chain of thought.
"I can tell you aren't a normal teenager. When did you start believing in this 'Flowa'?" I scowl. Pathetic doctors. They think they are so great. "You think you know me. Don't you. You think you are above all my other doctors. Well, I'll tell you this. You aren't going to get a word out of me. So why don't you just shut up and f*** off" The look of surprise on her face is priceless. I break out me terrifying smirk but her words catch me dead.
_ TBC _
Well, that's my story... It sucks. I know. Its.20 pages now. I still have another like 30 to go. Gra.