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Tanya took a deep breath as she left the dinner table later on in the evening, to run after Mel. Once Tanya caught up to her, Tanya quickly spoke “Hey, can I ask you something?”
Mel frowned slightly and faced her. “Sure, go for it.”
“Uh…” Tanya didn’t know how to start. “Well I was just wondering but you might not have but-”
“Tanya you’re babbling.” Mel pointed out to her laughing.
Tanya looked at her sheepishly, “I am, aren’t I?”
“Well anyway,” Tanya got herself back on track. “I was just wondering if you know of someone called Travis? His last names Coldwell if it helps you know…”
Mel smiled at her wondering, no one asked about him in her street. “Yeah, I know of him, I don’t know him personally though. He lives just next door with his cousins and uncle. Sis has a crush on him I think. He does look kind of bad boy-ish if you kn
'The problem with my power.'I sat in class, Blayde naturally beside me but silent. We had fallen into companionable silence over the last week, which I liked.
I didn’t trust him.
He had caused me pain.
But god I wanted to know who he was.
Then I realized the best way for me to do that.
I bit my lip as I let my mind relax, just because I wanted to know who he was but then I wished I hadn’t.
I turned to look at him and he raised his head, a smile on his lips as he moved to look at me.
As our eyes locked, his aura shimmered out around him.
Red. Danger. Strength. Desire.
Dark orange. Distrust. Deceit.
Red-Orange. Domination. Aggression.
The smallest tinge of white. Faith.
Grey. Dark personality. Guarded.
The most noticeable color. Black. Evil. Power.
I leaned even further away from him, my eyes wide with horror. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. Or not that I could remember.
He stared at me, confused. “What?”
My mouth worked but I couldn’t get anything out. I fell out of my ch
Why does this have to happen to me?I was walking home in ballet flats and as a complete emotional wreck. I put my face into my hands and let out a bitter laugh that kept going.
Soon I wiped my face and stood.
I wanted to get out of here.
I started to walk.
I turned around to whoever said my name.
Blayde stood at the top of the stairs, hands in his jeans pockets with the thumbs hanging on the belt loops, the combat boots he always wore half undone, the long-sleeved black tee-shirt and with a smirk on his face, he started to walk down the stairs. “I thought I would give you a ride home.”
I turned back and continued walking. “I don’t want a ride from you.” I put as much bitterness as I could into my voice and in my current state, it wasn’t hard. “I’d rather a ride from Karla. Go away.”
He followed me. “But Mr Mackie let me out especially.” He said this as if he were hurt at what I had said to him. As if he was the wounded party.
Vampire Story ThingBut, when I heard the name ‘Edward’, I crinkled my nose a tiny amount but Gloria noticed.
“What?” her voice was slightly whiny and very easily pulled at my nerves.
I waved a submissive, delicate, gloved hand -my trade mark that even my sister couldn’t manage to copy- and replied with fluent ease contrasting with what I was feeling. “Oh it’s nothing really. I am not very fond of the name Edward.”
Gloria opened her mouth to say something but Erica quickly changed the subject before any arguments would start between me and Gloria, as always. We were friends, me and Gloria, but there was something about her that made my hands itching to slap her.
I hardly noticed as Rose began her story again from where she was interrupted, Gloria and Erica hanging onto every word. I wondered if she was making most of it up, but I still smiled in all the right places feigning interest not gathering the words. She broke off to order a drink as we all did and t
A day at work“Jazzman!” I said as our hands clapped together. “Long time no see!”
His smile grew until he was grinning at me. “Don’t call me that ‘Quila. Besides you saw me all day today before you decided on ditching me for work.”
I meant to scowl at him but it turned into some sort of half-assed grimace and my voice fell flat as I cried out, “I didn’t ditch you.”
“Yeah you did.”
“I did not!” I retorted back as I placed my hands on my hips, showing my defiance.
“You did so and you know it.” He said grinning knowing fully well that he was right.
I suppressed the urge to stick my tongue at him like spoilt young child. “No I didn’t Jazz.” I said primly.
He wrinkled his nose in some kind of delicate disgust for a moment. I hoped that it wasn’t the music. I almost sighed in relief when he
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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