I was running towards the strand because it was a full moon tonight. Great. On the dag of all days, tonight had to a full moon. Today was my boyfriend's birthday and I promised him last week that I would spend the his entire birthday with him. That was before I got scratched door that, that...I don't even know what it was. But now I know I should listen to my Grandma meer often. Here's how it began.
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I was just a normal, average 16 jaar old teenager with an awesome boyfriend and two amazing best friends. I lived with my grandma due to the fact my parents died.
Ever since I was a small child, I was interested in mythological creatures. Did I say interested? I meant fascinated. I would always try to find proof of them to.
Not only was it dangerous, it was also insane. Whenever I'd talk about my findings, people think I was the craziest person they ever met. Fortunately, I found Zoey and Francine, my best friends. They believe everything I tell them about the mythological world. A jaar later, Cameron, my boyfriend, came into my life and I've been ever since.
Now let's fast vooruit, voorwaarts to the part where I got scratched. It was a humid July night. It was a cloudless sky and a full moon. I was walking through the swamp with my camera and earmuffs, searching for a new creature. The reason why is because there had been strange reports of a by-standers hearing a woman singing a tone so lovely that they follow her voice deep in swamp and never return. Curious to find out what this 'woman' really was, I went to investigate.
As I got deep into the swamp, I heard the singing. I immediately put my earmuffs on and got my camera ready. I followed the muffled singing coming through my earmuffs. The closer I got, the meer distinct the singing became. A little bit closer, a little bit closer... Then suddenly the singing stopped. I couldn't see a thing. Everything was pitch black. I immediately started flashing pictures, then ran away as fast as I could.
When I got home, I felt faint. I then collasped in the middle of the door way. When I came to, I was in my bed wrapped in the covers. All of a sudden, my arm had this on brand sensation. I raced to the bathroom and looked at my arm. It had three claw marks on it! It must've been that creature. It did favor men meer than women.
To exhausted to examine it any further, I went to bed and decided to examine it in the morning.
That volgende morning, I rushed to the bathroom to look at my arm. The marks were gone!
Oh well. I went downstairs for breakfast.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to see if I took any pictures. Blurry, thumb in the shot, blurry, thumb in the shot...what's this? I hooked my camera to my laptop to magnify the image. When I magnified it enough, I printed it out. I then put it in my journal where I keep all my research.
Fast forwarding to tonight, I was waking to my boyfriend's house. I then felt an cold breeze. Cold breeze? It's the middle of July! I continued to walk, when suddenly an urge of pain spread from my fingers to my feet. I looked at my hands and so my nails had grown into claws. I had a feeling my toe nails did the same. I started running and then my hair became the color of seaweed. I was transforming, that much was true. But into what?
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As I arrived at the beach, my transformation was complete. My skin was glowing a pale green, I was wearing a white flowery dress, and my feet were bare. I walked into the sea, letting the tides pull me in closer. It wasn't until then that I realized that creature was a sea witch. Since she scratched me, I too was now a sea witch.
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I was just a normal, average 16 jaar old teenager with an awesome boyfriend and two amazing best friends. I lived with my grandma due to the fact my parents died.
Ever since I was a small child, I was interested in mythological creatures. Did I say interested? I meant fascinated. I would always try to find proof of them to.
Not only was it dangerous, it was also insane. Whenever I'd talk about my findings, people think I was the craziest person they ever met. Fortunately, I found Zoey and Francine, my best friends. They believe everything I tell them about the mythological world. A jaar later, Cameron, my boyfriend, came into my life and I've been ever since.
Now let's fast vooruit, voorwaarts to the part where I got scratched. It was a humid July night. It was a cloudless sky and a full moon. I was walking through the swamp with my camera and earmuffs, searching for a new creature. The reason why is because there had been strange reports of a by-standers hearing a woman singing a tone so lovely that they follow her voice deep in swamp and never return. Curious to find out what this 'woman' really was, I went to investigate.
As I got deep into the swamp, I heard the singing. I immediately put my earmuffs on and got my camera ready. I followed the muffled singing coming through my earmuffs. The closer I got, the meer distinct the singing became. A little bit closer, a little bit closer... Then suddenly the singing stopped. I couldn't see a thing. Everything was pitch black. I immediately started flashing pictures, then ran away as fast as I could.
When I got home, I felt faint. I then collasped in the middle of the door way. When I came to, I was in my bed wrapped in the covers. All of a sudden, my arm had this on brand sensation. I raced to the bathroom and looked at my arm. It had three claw marks on it! It must've been that creature. It did favor men meer than women.
To exhausted to examine it any further, I went to bed and decided to examine it in the morning.
That volgende morning, I rushed to the bathroom to look at my arm. The marks were gone!
Oh well. I went downstairs for breakfast.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to see if I took any pictures. Blurry, thumb in the shot, blurry, thumb in the shot...what's this? I hooked my camera to my laptop to magnify the image. When I magnified it enough, I printed it out. I then put it in my journal where I keep all my research.
Fast forwarding to tonight, I was waking to my boyfriend's house. I then felt an cold breeze. Cold breeze? It's the middle of July! I continued to walk, when suddenly an urge of pain spread from my fingers to my feet. I looked at my hands and so my nails had grown into claws. I had a feeling my toe nails did the same. I started running and then my hair became the color of seaweed. I was transforming, that much was true. But into what?
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As I arrived at the beach, my transformation was complete. My skin was glowing a pale green, I was wearing a white flowery dress, and my feet were bare. I walked into the sea, letting the tides pull me in closer. It wasn't until then that I realized that creature was a sea witch. Since she scratched me, I too was now a sea witch.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve jaar old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays Piano and gitaar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that u could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story of movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, of feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as u probably know. Imaginary vrienden can be anything u want them to be. An animal, a creature u made up, a monster, of just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary vrienden that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the volgende day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue overhemd, shirt that zei "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she zei "Oh! I didn't give u a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
