It started, with a star…
How many times have anda fallen in cinta with someone anda know anda can't be with.…? Not for anything... anda can't run away, and they can't cinta anda back....
or-- won't.....
I am a falling star. I am Ashtaroth. That is my human name, my real name is Unukalhai. I am part of the constellation Serpens Caput. Every bintang that falls dies when it hits the ground-- Except one. It is very seldom, but, if the world needs help... The chosen star, when it falls, does not die. It, in fact, turns into an angel. anda must know that all malaikat are stars. However, only one can exist on Earth at once, and they are what we (us stars of course) call "un-touchable". They cannot get hurt, they cannot die. The stars soul purpose on Earth is to solve the problem. And when the problem is solved, the bintang dies. So, basically, If a bintang comes to Earth, they will die regardless of what ends up happening here.
It was one of those days, atau nights, (to a star, there is no difference) where anda knew something was going to happen. anda didn’t know what, but there was that feeling in the luar angkasa around you. Everybody was all shifty, like they knew something I didn’t.
I felt like that today. And guess what happened? A meteor shower, that’s what. Several of us all at once began to feel the lack of that complete immobilizing grip that held us to the fabric of the sky.... It was as if I was hanging oleh a thread, then…
*SNAP* the thread broke.
I was falling. I mean it was understandable. Imagine, being alive for thousands of years then, "SNIP", and the sky turns anda loose and anda have absolutely no control what-so-ever of where anda are going? Suddenly feeling he pull of gravity toward Earth, a place where nearly all are destined to die.
I shot like a bullet, traveling a million miles and hour..... I saw the wind, the time and seasons changing around me..... I was alone, completely, utterly alone..... I don't know what happened to the others, but they were no longer with me. I was to die, alone. I always knew I would, and the thought never bothered me, until now. I was rushing at susah dipercaya speeds, thrashing my flares as if I could slow myself...
*CRASH*
I woke up in a strange place that disobeyed all rules of nature. For one thing I could pindah on my own, for two my flares were no longer flashes of light that lasted half a second, but solid and for three there were small sparks of various lengths protruding from the ends of these "solid flares". I had never seen, nor heard of any thing like this. I had a body.... there were long string like things connected to the puncak, atas of me... The color, I find out later is called “pale blonde”,
I also had a leathery “binding”, that held me together it was white, pure white.
I wore, what I learn later is called "dress" of white, with long trailing "sleeves" as I learn they’re called. I also received some things that are light and feathery that I learn are called "wings" yet, they were retractable, like a cat’s claws....
I walked across the "grass" through the "woods" it was night, I was sure of that. For I knew that on Earth, night and hari change. There are many stories of the sky, myths, and legends; about “the Earth stars” or, I guess anda call them humans. One is about the two things called night and hari that are constantly changing.... And there are some that tell of different kinds Earth stars, some that rule the skies, others the dwell in the murky depths of blue (oceans), we have also heard of monsters that have sharpened bones called fangs and claws that they use to rip apart the flesh of Earth stars (this one I’m familiar with, being related to one myself.). But my favorite, is called love. anda see, stars can’t love, and they want it. Strange concept for anda isn’t it. The thing is, none of us know if it’s real. Even anda Earth stars pertanyaan it sometimes.
I felt the rumput beneath my "feet", and the "wind" against my flesh, I felt so.... at home. I felt that strange sense of belonging to this world. Like I was meant to be here. Like there was no where else I was supposed to be.
I have a mission... a mission to restore the Earth star's connection with earth, and themselves... To create peace. To bring cinta back to this broken world, that is my soul purpose for existing. The one and only reason I lived, while the others died. There’s only one problem, I have only one bulan to do so. If I do not complete it, I die, and the Earth will forever be separated from the stars. They will be on their own---
Forever.....
I drifted over to the "lake" and stared into the blue. There was a girl staring back up at me, she had pale blonde hair, porselen white skin, and lavender eyes.
I stayed there, jam after hour, sitting in the grass, picking "flowers", and mimicking nature. Humming like "bees", swaying like bunga in the wind, standing tall and strong like "trees", whistling and chirping with birds.... The birds and binatang that I copied came to me, and I jumped and leaped with the deer, galloped as fast and long as the horses. They talk to me, they all do; the trees, the birds, the flowers, the soil.... The earth speaks to everyone, everyone and everything has a voice. If anda can't hear it, than anda are not listening. There was that sense of belonging again. Though I would not feel like this forever, there was no other place I would rather be. I really was meant to be here.
The dawn is coming. I see the sun climbing over the mountains, she says “good morning!” I reply "Good morning!!" It was the first time I had spoken.... The sound of my voice made the light spread over every stone, flower, and tree, casting long early morning shadows.... My voice woke the birds and the earth stars. The very first 'good morning', is what really brings the Earth to life. From who? Doesn’t matter. It just matters if it is berkata atau not. That’s why we get up early. And why do anda think the hari are so short and the nights are so long in winter? Well, think about it, who wants to get up early and go outside just to wake up the sun in winter? Certainly not I.
On the other side of the lake, the Earth stars were awakening.... I sprinted across the surface of the still water, and landed precisely and gracefully on the shore. I floated across the ground, looking in wonder at the strange things the Earth stars were living in. The shelters were made of fabric and propped up with long smooth sticks. Someone beside me opened the fabric, and crawled out, inside there were multi-colored sacks that were opened at one end, and the Earth stars would then crawl into the open end and lay there all night. It is a bit strange here, so ignorant was I at the time. Didn’t know anyone, didn’t know anything.
I walked and walked until I saw an Earth bintang that looked the same age I was, only, of course he couldn't have been. For I am several thousand years old. He had dark, dark hair, dark misty eyes and a somewhat dark completion. He had obviously seen some sun in his life. "Hello!" I berkata cheerfully. He looked at me and smiled "Hi." he said. "Can anda tampil me how to get to the nearest battle field?" I asked politely. "Ummm..." he trailed off. It was obvious no one had ever asked him that question. "Which direction should I walk in?" I asked helping him along. "Let me-- go get a map..." he berkata slowly. “Here’s one." I berkata pretending to unfold an imaginary map, and right before our eyes a map of the earth appeared in mid air. I handed it to him. He stared at it in pure astonishment. "What are you?" he asked scanning me up and down. "I am an Earth star." I berkata shrugging my shoulders, not technically lying.... I am one in form......and besides he asked me what I am, not what I was.......
"May I see the map?" I asked him. He slowly passed it to me, "Sure...." I took it carefully and unfolded it. "Where is the war?" I asked again hoping for an actual answer this time. "Here somewhere..." he berkata pointing to a shape with strange markings on it. “Alright," I berkata circling the shape with my index finger, the place my finger touched glowed white, "Where are we now?" I asked. He pointed to another, much smaller shape in a large "continent". I circled it with my index finger and wrote in Rishima (star language) 'beginning' and over the place we were going to I wrote 'end of journey' I traced the route we would take allowing stops along the way, having learned that Earth stars must sleep. Once again everywhere I touched glowed white. "I'm ready," I berkata standing up "let's go." "Go where?" He said, looking terrified. "To the battle field." I berkata matter-of-factly. I put the map safely in my pocket. "Why am I coming?" He asked in horror "Now that anda know where I'm going," I began "you have to come with me." "Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complete disbelief. "I berkata you’re coming with me." I told him forcefully "And I'm not taking no for an answer- are anda coming with me?" "Do I have a choice?" He asked angrily. I shrugged my shoulders "No." I berkata and with that I grabbed his arm, and, pulling him up with me, we took off....
Copyright © 2010-2011, Waverly L. Harris. FictionPress user Id 748202. All chapters, prologues, prefaces, epilogues, sneak peeks, and lebih belong to me.
How many times have anda fallen in cinta with someone anda know anda can't be with.…? Not for anything... anda can't run away, and they can't cinta anda back....
or-- won't.....
I am a falling star. I am Ashtaroth. That is my human name, my real name is Unukalhai. I am part of the constellation Serpens Caput. Every bintang that falls dies when it hits the ground-- Except one. It is very seldom, but, if the world needs help... The chosen star, when it falls, does not die. It, in fact, turns into an angel. anda must know that all malaikat are stars. However, only one can exist on Earth at once, and they are what we (us stars of course) call "un-touchable". They cannot get hurt, they cannot die. The stars soul purpose on Earth is to solve the problem. And when the problem is solved, the bintang dies. So, basically, If a bintang comes to Earth, they will die regardless of what ends up happening here.
It was one of those days, atau nights, (to a star, there is no difference) where anda knew something was going to happen. anda didn’t know what, but there was that feeling in the luar angkasa around you. Everybody was all shifty, like they knew something I didn’t.
I felt like that today. And guess what happened? A meteor shower, that’s what. Several of us all at once began to feel the lack of that complete immobilizing grip that held us to the fabric of the sky.... It was as if I was hanging oleh a thread, then…
*SNAP* the thread broke.
I was falling. I mean it was understandable. Imagine, being alive for thousands of years then, "SNIP", and the sky turns anda loose and anda have absolutely no control what-so-ever of where anda are going? Suddenly feeling he pull of gravity toward Earth, a place where nearly all are destined to die.
I shot like a bullet, traveling a million miles and hour..... I saw the wind, the time and seasons changing around me..... I was alone, completely, utterly alone..... I don't know what happened to the others, but they were no longer with me. I was to die, alone. I always knew I would, and the thought never bothered me, until now. I was rushing at susah dipercaya speeds, thrashing my flares as if I could slow myself...
*CRASH*
I woke up in a strange place that disobeyed all rules of nature. For one thing I could pindah on my own, for two my flares were no longer flashes of light that lasted half a second, but solid and for three there were small sparks of various lengths protruding from the ends of these "solid flares". I had never seen, nor heard of any thing like this. I had a body.... there were long string like things connected to the puncak, atas of me... The color, I find out later is called “pale blonde”,
I also had a leathery “binding”, that held me together it was white, pure white.
I wore, what I learn later is called "dress" of white, with long trailing "sleeves" as I learn they’re called. I also received some things that are light and feathery that I learn are called "wings" yet, they were retractable, like a cat’s claws....
I walked across the "grass" through the "woods" it was night, I was sure of that. For I knew that on Earth, night and hari change. There are many stories of the sky, myths, and legends; about “the Earth stars” or, I guess anda call them humans. One is about the two things called night and hari that are constantly changing.... And there are some that tell of different kinds Earth stars, some that rule the skies, others the dwell in the murky depths of blue (oceans), we have also heard of monsters that have sharpened bones called fangs and claws that they use to rip apart the flesh of Earth stars (this one I’m familiar with, being related to one myself.). But my favorite, is called love. anda see, stars can’t love, and they want it. Strange concept for anda isn’t it. The thing is, none of us know if it’s real. Even anda Earth stars pertanyaan it sometimes.
I felt the rumput beneath my "feet", and the "wind" against my flesh, I felt so.... at home. I felt that strange sense of belonging to this world. Like I was meant to be here. Like there was no where else I was supposed to be.
I have a mission... a mission to restore the Earth star's connection with earth, and themselves... To create peace. To bring cinta back to this broken world, that is my soul purpose for existing. The one and only reason I lived, while the others died. There’s only one problem, I have only one bulan to do so. If I do not complete it, I die, and the Earth will forever be separated from the stars. They will be on their own---
Forever.....
I drifted over to the "lake" and stared into the blue. There was a girl staring back up at me, she had pale blonde hair, porselen white skin, and lavender eyes.
I stayed there, jam after hour, sitting in the grass, picking "flowers", and mimicking nature. Humming like "bees", swaying like bunga in the wind, standing tall and strong like "trees", whistling and chirping with birds.... The birds and binatang that I copied came to me, and I jumped and leaped with the deer, galloped as fast and long as the horses. They talk to me, they all do; the trees, the birds, the flowers, the soil.... The earth speaks to everyone, everyone and everything has a voice. If anda can't hear it, than anda are not listening. There was that sense of belonging again. Though I would not feel like this forever, there was no other place I would rather be. I really was meant to be here.
The dawn is coming. I see the sun climbing over the mountains, she says “good morning!” I reply "Good morning!!" It was the first time I had spoken.... The sound of my voice made the light spread over every stone, flower, and tree, casting long early morning shadows.... My voice woke the birds and the earth stars. The very first 'good morning', is what really brings the Earth to life. From who? Doesn’t matter. It just matters if it is berkata atau not. That’s why we get up early. And why do anda think the hari are so short and the nights are so long in winter? Well, think about it, who wants to get up early and go outside just to wake up the sun in winter? Certainly not I.
On the other side of the lake, the Earth stars were awakening.... I sprinted across the surface of the still water, and landed precisely and gracefully on the shore. I floated across the ground, looking in wonder at the strange things the Earth stars were living in. The shelters were made of fabric and propped up with long smooth sticks. Someone beside me opened the fabric, and crawled out, inside there were multi-colored sacks that were opened at one end, and the Earth stars would then crawl into the open end and lay there all night. It is a bit strange here, so ignorant was I at the time. Didn’t know anyone, didn’t know anything.
I walked and walked until I saw an Earth bintang that looked the same age I was, only, of course he couldn't have been. For I am several thousand years old. He had dark, dark hair, dark misty eyes and a somewhat dark completion. He had obviously seen some sun in his life. "Hello!" I berkata cheerfully. He looked at me and smiled "Hi." he said. "Can anda tampil me how to get to the nearest battle field?" I asked politely. "Ummm..." he trailed off. It was obvious no one had ever asked him that question. "Which direction should I walk in?" I asked helping him along. "Let me-- go get a map..." he berkata slowly. “Here’s one." I berkata pretending to unfold an imaginary map, and right before our eyes a map of the earth appeared in mid air. I handed it to him. He stared at it in pure astonishment. "What are you?" he asked scanning me up and down. "I am an Earth star." I berkata shrugging my shoulders, not technically lying.... I am one in form......and besides he asked me what I am, not what I was.......
"May I see the map?" I asked him. He slowly passed it to me, "Sure...." I took it carefully and unfolded it. "Where is the war?" I asked again hoping for an actual answer this time. "Here somewhere..." he berkata pointing to a shape with strange markings on it. “Alright," I berkata circling the shape with my index finger, the place my finger touched glowed white, "Where are we now?" I asked. He pointed to another, much smaller shape in a large "continent". I circled it with my index finger and wrote in Rishima (star language) 'beginning' and over the place we were going to I wrote 'end of journey' I traced the route we would take allowing stops along the way, having learned that Earth stars must sleep. Once again everywhere I touched glowed white. "I'm ready," I berkata standing up "let's go." "Go where?" He said, looking terrified. "To the battle field." I berkata matter-of-factly. I put the map safely in my pocket. "Why am I coming?" He asked in horror "Now that anda know where I'm going," I began "you have to come with me." "Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complete disbelief. "I berkata you’re coming with me." I told him forcefully "And I'm not taking no for an answer- are anda coming with me?" "Do I have a choice?" He asked angrily. I shrugged my shoulders "No." I berkata and with that I grabbed his arm, and, pulling him up with me, we took off....
Copyright © 2010-2011, Waverly L. Harris. FictionPress user Id 748202. All chapters, prologues, prefaces, epilogues, sneak peeks, and lebih belong to me.
"Umm..." he paused, he ran he tried to get away. He was fast, but I was faster..... I zipped in front of him faster than lightning and held out my arms to block him. He crashed into me, I stood stock still, but he fell backward staring up at me in complet
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six tahun old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter akting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the meja for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled oleh something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six tahun old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter akting strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the meja for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled oleh something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police pertanyaan us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bir since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot lebih nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bir since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot lebih nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since anda sat selanjutnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my jantung in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since anda sat selanjutnya to me,
Since I saw anda smile
I miss anda Mom
I wish anda were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see anda Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my jantung in two
I'll always remember Mom,
anda taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling anda Mom
Losing anda killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what anda were Mom,
Strong.
In everything anda said
In everything anda did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the bukit, hill
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo menggerutu, jalang die, bitchy whore. That last komentar doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first ciuman and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it berkata mawar are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if anda want I'll tell them to can it, all because I cinta anda Janet. I don't know who wrote anda cinta poem rhyme thing but I cinta anda too!
Is It True anda Lie?
Is It True anda Hate Me?
Is It True anda Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True anda Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True anda Like Me Crying?
Is It True anda Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True anda Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True anda Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True anda Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True anda Let Me Call anda My True Bestfriend When anda Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True anda Hate Me?
Is It True anda Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True anda Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True anda Like Me Crying?
Is It True anda Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True anda Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True anda Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True anda Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True anda Let Me Call anda My True Bestfriend When anda Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were api red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why anda are
mad at me.
Why anda shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why anda are mad.
Why do anda have to do
what anda do to me?
Why does it give anda
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant anda tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why anda are
mad at me.
Why anda shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why anda are mad.
Why do anda have to do
what anda do to me?
Why does it give anda
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant anda tell me WHY?
