Regina put the key in the keyhole of her front door and paused, gathering herself and making sure her emotions were in check before entering. She knew what was waiting for her on the other side of the door and she needed to be mentally prepared. With a deep breath, she turned the key and opened the door.
Silence.
There was nothing but silence.
Her eyes began to well with tears but she furiously blinked them back. The others would be here soon and she had things to prepare. Avoiding looking at her reflection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall, she closed the door behind her and strode across the entrance in the direction of the kitche
It was late when Chase unlocked the door to the apartment that he shared with Cameron. Moving quietly, so he wouldn’t wake her if she were asleep, Chase placed his keys on their hook in the entry and made his way to the living room.
He paused in the doorway when he saw the television was on, indicating Cameron was still awake. After staying silent for a few minutes he crept around the couch, a smile on his face as he realised that Cameron had fallen asleep. Chase watched as she moved slightly in her sleep. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over her, placing a kiss on her forehead before going to grab a shower.
When he got back Cameron
Cold. She was so cold. The rain was beating down on her as she lay shivering in the path. She had tried covering herself with leaves but the rain simply washed them away. No matter what she tried she couldn’t get them to stick onto her skin. She was so tired. Her eyes couldn’t remain open for long. She fought with herself to remain conscious as she shivered uncontrollably.
A part of her knew that she wouldn’t make it through the night. The rain and the cold would get her sick but not before any number of creatures found her. A small part of her held onto the hope that she would be found, that she wouldn’t be left to d
Hearts and Stars by Abby-Shuito-NO1Fan, literature
Literature
Hearts and Stars
Harry lay on the soft grass, looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. She would be looking at them too. At least, he hoped she was. He hated to think of her being cooped up inside, not being able to see the stars. It sort of reminded him of his days living in the cupboard under the stairs. All he had wanted in those long nights spent in the dark, cramped cupboard was to see the stars.
“Harry?” He turned over to see Hermione holding a plate. “I brought you some dinner,” she said timidly. He sighed and sat up, taking the plate from her. She smiled softly before turning to walk away.
“Hermione, wait!
I wandered through the dark dense trees
Waiting, hoping to feel completely at ease
As the sun began to rise and rays of light shone feebly between the leaves of the tall trees, a cry of anguish shattered the morning silence. If anyone had been in the forest that morning they would have been startled by the sudden noise that caused many birds to flee from their roosts in fear. But no one was in the forest. No one save me. I was in the forest. I was alone.
I wandered under the open sky
Wondering what it would feel like to fly
The cry had come from me. As I made my way through the trees, tears blinding me with every step I took, my thoughts
"Okay, we've got three hours before Zoe's birthday party. We can do this can't we? We can get everything ready in three hours?" Jim smiled as he watched his wife worrying about the party. "What?" she asked when she realised he was staring at her.
"Elisabeth, calm down. Everything is going to turn out perfectly." Elisabeth smiled at him, happy that he had faith in her.
"Here," she said as she shoved some streamers into his hands. "Put those up."
"Yes Ma'am!" Elisabeth laughed as Jim saluted her. It was Zoe's first birthday since they had gone through the portal, and it was the first party that Zoe had ever had since they couldn't have one f
"Can I open my eyes yet?" asked Mo trying to get a peek under Scott's hand.
"Nope," he said, placing his other hand on her eyes as well.
"Well when can I open them?"
"When I tell you to. Now come on, we're almost there." Scott led Mo for about another ten metres before allowing her to open her eyes.
"Oh Scott, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed happily. Looking around she saw that Scott had brought her to a meadow, one that was full of flowers in full bloom. He picked one and placed it behind her ear, kissing her cheek gingerly as he did so. "Thank you." Scott smiled and took her hand.
"I wanted this to be perfect."
"It is," she whispered,
"I'm sorry." They were the words she never wanted to hear. The two words that broke her heart into a million pieces. "Maddy-" She turned and ran from the soldier who had given her the painful news. She wasn't entirely sure where she was running; only that she was running away from the one thing she had hoped never to have to run from.
"Maddy?" she heard her Dad yell after her as she ran past him. She didn't stop. She couldn't stop. What would she say to him if she had?
Through her tears she could see that she was approaching her house. She burst through the front door and headed straight for her room, ignoring the confused calls that follow
He stumbled through the forest, his vision beginning to blur as the wound in his stomach began to pulse painfully. Pressing his hand to the wound as hard as he dared, Philip struggled to make his way back to the series of pools where it had all gone wrong.
With his free hand he reached out to feel his way. His vision had become completely blurred and he could barely see what was in front of him. His hand collided with a tree and he began to walk slowly.
Soon he heard the sloshing of water and felt it lapping around his ankles. He realised that he had stepped into one of the pools which meant that she must be close. He opened his eyes slowly
Even as he watched his wife sleep soundly beside him he wondered what had caused her to fall in love with him. He was too old for her as well as a werewolf. But she had fallen for him nonetheless, and in time he had fallen for her.
Tonks shifted slightly in her sleep, one hand resting on her swollen belly. Remus smiled before planting a light kiss on her forehead and sliding out of bed. He hated that he had to do this once a month.
Silently thanking the person who had invented the wolfsbane potion, Remus sat outside and waited for the change to come. As he waited he immersed himself in memories of his past. One in particular stood out in hi
Regina put the key in the keyhole of her front door and paused, gathering herself and making sure her emotions were in check before entering. She knew what was waiting for her on the other side of the door and she needed to be mentally prepared. With a deep breath, she turned the key and opened the door.
Silence.
There was nothing but silence.
Her eyes began to well with tears but she furiously blinked them back. The others would be here soon and she had things to prepare. Avoiding looking at her reflection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall, she closed the door behind her and strode across the entrance in the direction of the kitche
I wandered through the dark dense trees
Waiting, hoping to feel completely at ease
As the sun began to rise and rays of light shone feebly between the leaves of the tall trees, a cry of anguish shattered the morning silence. If anyone had been in the forest that morning they would have been startled by the sudden noise that caused many birds to flee from their roosts in fear. But no one was in the forest. No one save me. I was in the forest. I was alone.
I wandered under the open sky
Wondering what it would feel like to fly
The cry had come from me. As I made my way through the trees, tears blinding me with every step I took, my thoughts
The little boy in the jungle deep,
Frightened, trapped, afraid to fall,
Unable to close his eyes and sleep,
Afraid to make himself too tall.
The boy is trapped, the boy is scared,
Very afraid of what he'll find there.
Trapped in the jungle deep for a time,
Unable to escape this state of mind.
For years to come the boy would stay,
In the jungle deep, away away,
Until the time the boy would leave,
But no, the boy would not be free,
Many years have passed, many years are done,
A mother fears for the life of her son,
For the little boy was rather sick,
The clock of life went tick, tick, tick.
That little boy in the jungle deep,
F
Her heart felt like it had split in two. The girl forced a smile to appear on her face, when really she was dying inside.
The boy she loved was with another, and he would always be so. He would never be hers.
As the girl sat with the boy and her Dad she began to feel alone.
[But then she realised that she meant more to the boy then she could have thought, even though she may never have him, he will always love her like a sister, because he thinks she is amazing, and the boy knew that one day she will have someone better.]
The girl wasn't surprised when she found this didn't hurt her. After all it was her friends not her who held hope ther
Ron wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.
It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.
Ron smiled as he watched
I'm just a city girl with her head in the clouds. One day I'm going to prove to all those who doubt me that I'm more than I seem and that I can be whatever I want to do.
Okay, so it has very obviously been way more than a week since my last journal entry. I know I promised you guys I'd have another one up by the end of the week to check in with me and see how my re-evaluation of life was going, but I also know that no one apart from me actually reads these journal entries and I just really needed a chance to step back from everything and take a bit of a breather. The problem? I took too much of a breather.
I have only recently gotten back into reading. I can't believe even for a second that I gave it up. In the past week alone I have managed to read If I Stay, Where She Went, The Giver and when I finish here
Okay, time to hit the pause button on my life. I need to seriously sit back and re-evaluate my life and think about where I'm heading. And what better place to do that than the internet where you have almost no privacy?? ;)
So truth be told is I'm struggling a lot in Camp NaNoWriMo and it's making me fairly nervous that maybe I'm not cut out to be an author, which in turn is making me nervous that maybe I'm not going to be able to be a screenwriter. Add that to the constant pressure of actually making it as a successful screenwriter and I'm beginning to feel like I'm constantly underwater. And the stupidest thing? I'm not even at uni right n
Hey guys :)
So woohoo I'm on Day 2 of Camp NaNoWriMo and I'm fairly happy with my progress. Well I mean I'm happy with my current word count but not particularly happy with the quality of writing. I'm actually kind of unhappy with it at the moment really but I'm thinking I'm just going to go ahead and write as much as I can this month and then at the end of the month go back and re-read it all and just be like ew what on earth have I written.
Blogwise I feel absoloutely horrible. I've missed like six or so posts and I'm pretty upset about it. Nothing much I can do at the moment though. I keep staying up stupidly late watching TV and therefo