Just to say this due to some comments. I am not actually seeking reviews on how good they are. I am just wondering if it goes unnoticed. I don't care what others really think. In response to (Brutal Honesty), I know these are my thoughts and possibly the thoughts of others. I do have other stories, and I enjoy writing them. These writings are self realizations. It needs no plot and dialogue, for they speak and act all they've been through. You can picture every moment that relates to these characters along with your own. It's more like picturing it in your mind. With Danielle, you can see all her hardships in the words I put. With Danny, you revisit his most interesting moments. Then you look at your own and discover it for yourself. I'm sorry if that's not what people want out there, but I'm putting this down.
It's my voice, and the voices of others.
Just saying… reviews are just a way of feedback, so if you don't have anything to say that's nice and you just want to flame, pm me with the problem please…
For those of you out there, enjoy!
Vlad Masters: PV
Lonely. That is how some people see me. Long ago, I might have believed them. Now I only half agree. I view my past. I loved, I hated, I hoped. A moment passes, and it evolves into loathing, despising, and scheming. My mind is as sharp as the blade that pierced my heart. My power as ripe as a preserved flower. Everything in life becomes a game, and a choice. To win, to lose, to gain, to grasp. So many choices and outcomes, so little time. Things to possess and control, but they are uncontrollable. Is it all an illusion? Who am I in this game played before me? Am I a conquer? I am a planner, and a trickster. I am in no way good. Good is who I face. Justice thwarts my plans. Bravery mirrors me with determined fueled eyes, and it tears me apart. While it prevails, I sit in silence. Calculating my moves. Deducing my opponent's advances. I filch ideas and mold them. I bend many to my will. My will is tainted, as well as my goals. What happened to love? It morphed into obsession, empty of any more true thought. What happened to my hope? It is all results with no questions and only answers. I develop others, but I will never develop myself. I am frozen in a hollow, damp prison. The things that make up me are locked with a poison key. Forever doomed, for that key cannot be touched. Did I choose to poison it? Wouldn't I want to escape? Probably not.
Because I am under the illusion that everything is set in stone.
There you have Vlad Masters. I will do Desiree next. Until then,
Chow! : )