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Darkness chpt 3Darkness
Chapter 3 : Maya Littlewood
it happened so fast. Quinn doesn’t know that I am the princess he spoke so horrendously about. I tried to hold the tears in but I couldn’t so I tried to make a run for it but he grabbed my arm and he saw those tears I wanted to hide.
Something unexpected happened and he kissed me, only for a brief second but his soft warm lips touched mine. Next thing I knew he had left. Why did he leave? I fell to the floor, still crying. I couldn’t move I was still in shock. All of a sudden a pain formed in my chest and I started coughing. 'not now, why now of all times' I was thinking. Ever since I made the oath my body would always magnify the pain behind my tears. I wasn’t crying because he left but because people had such negative views about me.
Footsteps were in the background but they seemed to grow louder and louder until they came to a stop. They stopped directly behind me. The sudden silence was followed by a gentle voice, <i>
Darkness chpt 2 : Quinn AmelekDarkness
Chapter 2: Quinn Amelek
I couldn’t believe it. The one I had been searching for was sat right next to me. I didn’t speak to her after she shown me her tattoo, I was to shocked to speak up. Our bus arrived at our school shortly after Maya had shown me her oath bound.
When I got off the bus I looked at Maya and she didn’t look good.
“hey Maya are you okay, you don’t look so good.” I asked with a concerned tone hinting in my voice.
Maya just looked up and nodded. She carried on walking until she reached the main entrance to the school. As soon as the bell let out its usual chime she fell to the floor hitting the stone pavement with a thud.
I didn’t know what to do. I screamed “MAYA!” and I ran towards her but it was no good she was already surrounded by a group of students who were near by.
I did the only thing I could think of, I got a vampire teacher. Both me and professor O
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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