author - "H B"
This is just the beginning, once it starts it will never end. Introverted. Secluded. Observant. Avery grew up in a strictly controlled environment. Everything was in black and white, take one step out and there will be consequences. Avery grew up and learned that from the beginning people have good and bad things that happen in their lives. But she always felt that she was missing something, like a gaping whole waiting to be filled up. She meets people that has this weird aura around them, and
A journey of sadness. A tellers fortune of strength, death, rebirth and blessings. ______________________________________________________ Warning: This is a fictional story. Based on one of my English prompts. I thought it was interesting so I decided I wanted to make it into a story and share it with others. Enjoy.
Others see her as a preppy rebel, the nerdy geek, and the hip indie harmless girl. Few people know her real character. Out on the streets late at night, covered head to toe in white, with a white mask covering the mouth. Feet splashing the blood that was recently split, crimson liquid staining the white outfit, dragging some person by the hair. Briefly standing under a street lamp, he saw a hint of platinum lilac colored hair. Cassandra "Indie Nerd/Blood Queen" Londe along with her
"Welc.....ome Masters" my heart feels like it would explode at any moment now, a smile plastered on my face hiding my growing fear. Guide them to their table, act normal, and out menus, act normal, I keep telling myself. "What would my masters like for this afternoon?" I asked, analyzing if I had been discovered or even recognized. "I want..." "This sounds good, I'll try" "I..." "Maybe...." this was all I heard from each one of the
This is just the beginning, once it starts it will never end. Introverted. Secluded. Observant. Avery grew up in a strictly controlled environment. Everything was in black and white, take one step out and there will be consequences. Avery grew up and learned that from the beginning people have good and bad things that happen in their lives. But she always felt that she was missing something, like a gaping whole waiting to be filled up. She meets people that has this weird aura around them, and
A journey of sadness. A tellers fortune of strength, death, rebirth and blessings. ______________________________________________________ Warning: This is a fictional story. Based on one of my English prompts. I thought it was interesting so I decided I wanted to make it into a story and share it with others. Enjoy.
Others see her as a preppy rebel, the nerdy geek, and the hip indie harmless girl. Few people know her real character. Out on the streets late at night, covered head to toe in white, with a white mask covering the mouth. Feet splashing the blood that was recently split, crimson liquid staining the white outfit, dragging some person by the hair. Briefly standing under a street lamp, he saw a hint of platinum lilac colored hair. Cassandra "Indie Nerd/Blood Queen" Londe along with her
"Welc.....ome Masters" my heart feels like it would explode at any moment now, a smile plastered on my face hiding my growing fear. Guide them to their table, act normal, and out menus, act normal, I keep telling myself. "What would my masters like for this afternoon?" I asked, analyzing if I had been discovered or even recognized. "I want..." "This sounds good, I'll try" "I..." "Maybe...." this was all I heard from each one of the