dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 14, 2012 10:23:49 GMT -5
With my hypersensitive ears, I heard her groan of frustration and stepped out of the shadows and towards the hotel, hoping she wouldn't choose that moment to look out the window. Standing out in the open, under a street light, I was so exposed. All it would take was one glance and she would notice I was there. But I couldn't bring myself to step back into the shadows just yet.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 14, 2012 13:50:09 GMT -5
I shoved all the personal possesions I had, which wasn't a lot, into my backpack before slinging it over my shoulder. There was an unnameable frustrated feeling flowing through me, making me anxious, mad, and confused all at once. I basically ran out of the inn, slapping a the correct amount of bills on the counter on my way, and rushed outside into the crisp night air. I frown formed on my face as I stood there, hands clenched in fists on my sides, trying to think of what next to do. My life no longer made sense, and it royally pissed me off. Al my life, I had a mission that I followed more loyally then a christian with a bible. Everything was planned, clear, and measured, like a math problem. Now my life had turned into a hideaously written poem that didn't even rhyme. With a frustrated yowl, I slumped on the ground and glared at the stars above, cursing them.
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dreamwriter
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Pen to the paper, writing of wings, flying on dreams
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 14, 2012 13:51:59 GMT -5
"Atlanta," I called out to her, barely recognizing my own voice. I braced myself for her to whirl around and maybe hit me. I had ignored her again and now I was being blatently defiant.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 14, 2012 13:53:37 GMT -5
I rolled over onto my side, ignoring the gravel digging into my skin. There he was, clear as day. "You're getting worse at the ninja ettiquette." I commented, beginnning to stand. "Yes, Drake?" I asked, brushing the gravel off of myself.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 14, 2012 13:56:55 GMT -5
"What are you planning on doing? I mean, as a vampire, you have pretty much eternity to do with as you please." I was sure to get punched for this. "Isn't there anything you wanted to do or learn, but couldn't because you were a Hunter?" I had undiscovered, unpursued wants to my name. I thought that she must too.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 14, 2012 13:59:20 GMT -5
"There's something I want." I say, biting into my lip and looking at the ground. I felt vulnerable, which made me upset at myself. I was supposed to be strong. I had been trained all my life to be strong. But once I died, I was a weak and empty shell of my old self.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 14, 2012 14:01:13 GMT -5
"I'm willing to spend my life chasing the impossible dream that dragons are still hanging around here somewhere. If you have somehting you want to do, tell me. I'll support you the whole way."
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Post by softballgal on Feb 14, 2012 14:03:16 GMT -5
"I don't want to be alone." I said, closing my eyes tightly as if it were the massacre part in a scary movie. I stand there stiffly, not moving a muscle.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 14, 2012 14:05:53 GMT -5
"Then why do you keep running. I want to keep you company. I'm a dragon for crying out loud. There isn't a whole lot you can do to hurt me, and besides, I don't think you'd want to." By this time, I was glad just to be talking to her. She kept running without saying much and this conversation is a breath of fresh air.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 24, 2012 10:33:43 GMT -5
I took an outer sigh, the wave of relaxation spreading down my body as I did so. I truly didn't know what to do next, but stand there, examining the dirt on my shoes.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 27, 2012 13:48:18 GMT -5
"Look, I'm coming with you whether you like it or not. You can try to lose me along the way, you could even try to kill me. You'll find I'm a bit too stubborn to die."
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