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Wolf's Bane Chapter 1 (Intro) |
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/////This story started out as a boredom reliever between me and my friend at the near end of freshman year. So, as we progress in our adventures of maturity, you get to see how our characters, who are often reflections of ourselves, mature as well. They will be going through journeys that one might not even think possible and please, if you have a question, ask. There are some thigns that my friend and I have hrown in without any good reason and figure out the reasons later, for instance, Later in the story we meet a few more characters who seem to be the antagonists but in reality are stuck between the line. They seemingly spend ALOT of money and one would eventually wonder 'Holy hell, how and where do they get it from?' well, we find random but logical (hopefully) ways to explain these. Enjoy!!! I will update with a new chapter or segment, depending on length, each week./////
It’s been four days since the accident and now? Now I’m still dreading the questioning that was soon to come; the questioning about “his powers.” It is rather odd, knowing how bad the abandoned home he was staying in was damaged and how he can just find another so quickly but there was so much wreckage it was almost scary, like a ghost town, the embers still burning, smoke and ash still rising from the ruin.
There are no words to describe really what happened, not in full detail, there was just so much chaos that day, that whole section of the town seemed destroyed, a clearing in the woods where the homes once stood, now it was nothing more than a tree-surrounded, blackened wasteland. His actions have always been irrational but never, not in my entire year of knowing him, had they been catastrophic. Today was the first time I would go to see him since then.
I slipped out of the house and took off at a good jog toward the woods, letting my dad take care of the stupid reporters that I simply refused to talk to. Once in the clearing, I looked around, hoping to see his beautiful eyes, tousled hair or his impish grin, but nothing was there.
“Jaime?” I whipped around to see them all there, minus the grin and plus dried and fresh blood, dripping from his wounds.
“A-Alex?” I stood there in complete shock, my breath caught in my throat. I know I was being slightly stupid about it, he was supposed to be in the hospital, yet I had come here to see him, why was I so surprised? My knees felt weak beneath my weight, the warm, scared feeling of falling spread through me and the only thing in the abyss of my vision was him, bleeding. “You’re supposed to be in the houspital.” I winced. How was it that even in a time like this, I could somehow perfect my ability to mix up even the simplest of words? I will never know.
He raised his eyebrows at my screw up but said nothing. I simply looked at his tired stature, made even more ashy-white with the loss of blood. The dried dirt and blood around his face off setting the gleaming teeth within his smile was frightening. I shivered, not just from the chill of the wind as it caused the tiny hairs on the back of my neck to rise. “You’re cold, Jaime.” Was all he said, before it happened. One minute I staring into human eyes, beautiful human, liquid amber eyes, then the next, they were a wolf’s eyes. His wolfish head bent low so I didn’t have to go up on my toes to look into his. He was after all six feet tall. The cold Maine wind blew again, making me colder by the minute.
Alex the wolf, sat down beside me, waiting for me, nudging his nose at my feet. “Fine, Fine.” I sat down and laid against his soft fur, closing my eyes contentedly. He curled up around me and let a soft sigh out, his liquid, amber eyes staring into mine as I drifted into a restless sleep.
My day so far had been stressful to say the least. I didn’t understand why I, of all people, was the one that had to be questioned about my friend’s “abilities.” I had escaped the interrogation but still, why was it that if he caused trouble, I was the one that was beaten with the blunt end of the stick? OH well. I had escaped it, and that was the good part. I had found him again, another perk, right? However, just when I was taking these things into account, it started to rain. It wasn’t the downpour you see in movies where the rain suddenly starts. The clouds had been looming and the slight sprinkle hit us only occasionally but now, the sprinkle was turning quickly into a drizzle and the drizzle turned quickly to rain then, to make matters even better (please note the sarcasm) the rain became a downpour. However much I did like the rain, this was simply annoying. And it was just my luck, right? Well, it gets worse.
I slowly shook the water from my face and took in a deep breath, breathing in the watered down pine smell and oak smell and noticing another very strong odor which I later realized, was Alex. He nudged him to wake him up and sighed, nudging him harder. “Alex… Alex, wake up. God, you wreak of wet dog.” I complained, childishly, still nudging him. The good part of rain meant that not many people would be out, meaning I could get him away from people without them seeing us.
I alone knew his secret. Well, me and the other people that were hunting him.
“God, would you wake up?” I roughly pushed him this time and the wolf’s amber eyes opened to stare flatly at me before pushing his nose into my face and making a grumbling noise. “No, it is not safe, I don’t want to stay out here, Lets just go, please?” at these words, the wolf stuck out his large pink tongue and licked the side of my face, convincing me to stay outside for just a few minutes more. “Fine…” I muttered, laying back into the fur again and ignoring the musky smell and eventually dozing off again.
 Aegirsdottir · Wed Jul 23, 2008 @ 10:15am · 0 Comments |
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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? THIS IS SO COOL! IT'S SO RIGHT!
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> So, here's how it works:
> 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
> 2. Put it on shuffle
> 3. Press play
> 4. For every question, type the song that's playing
> 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
> 6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
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> Opening Credits: Long Day- Matchbox 20
> Waking Up: Speed Limit- DJ ((No one would know this, my friend did this song))
> First Day At School: Someone Save Me if You Will- Nickleback
> Falling In Love: The little things -Colbie Callait
> Fight Song: St. Jimmy- Green day
> Breaking Up: Piece of Heavean- Cascada
> Prom: Feelings Show- Colbie Calliat
> Life is good: Riot- Three Days Grace
> Total Breakdown: Coming Undone- Korn
> Driving: Break Down Here -Julie Roberts
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> Flashback: Had Enough- Breaking Benjamin
> Getting back together: Must Be Dreaming- Frou Frou
> Birth of Child: Home- Breaking Benjamin ( Again ....?)
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> Death Scene: Fallen- Sarah McLachlen
> Funeral Song: We live- Superchick ((Ironic, No?))
> End Credits: Wake up- Three Days Grace
Aegirsdottir · Wed Mar 12, 2008 @ 02:37am · 2 Comments |
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If you're under the age of 11 or 12...you shouldn't even read this, and if you do, you should not repost this.
Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid.
It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons.
I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it.
You're a 90's kid if:
You remember watching:
-Doug
-Ren & Stimpy
-Pinky and the Brain
-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
-Rockos modern Life.
-Animaniacs
-Gargoyles
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiin west Philadelphia born and raised . . ."
You remember:
-Step by Step
-Family Matters!!!
-Dinosaurs
-Boy Meets World!!!!
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early
on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
When everything was settled by:
-rock paper scissors or
-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or
-ms. mary mack
when kick ball was a daily activity.
when we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You remember The Original Game Boy.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching:
-The Magic School Bus
-Wishbone
-Reading Rainbow
-and Ghostwriter on PBS
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum.
You remember watching:
-the 1st Batman
-Aladdin
-Ninja Turtles
-ghost busters
You remember Ring Pops.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
You remember boom boxes .vs. cd players.
Making those little paper fortune cookie things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs" smile
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
one word. . . . . . . .trolls.
Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of
-Rugrats
-Wild Thornberry's
-Power Rangers
-Rocket Power.
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Carebears
Lambchop's song never ended.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
Everyone watched the WB.
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . .
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Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .
Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
Before Tupac was shot.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was $0.95 a gallon.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
You had slap bracelets!
You Actually played outside until it was dark!
You got free Icees at 7/11 because the manager knew you!
When there actually were 7/11's.
Way back, when your parents didn't have to worry about you because you lived in teh small town, with the lake at the edge and CPS was called because a child was all alone, sitting by themselves, fishing.
Way back when it was too simple to recall how it really was. Without being reminded.
Aegirsdottir · Fri Feb 08, 2008 @ 09:50pm · 3 Comments |
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Look at me and tell me... |
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Look at me
Look at me now! because if you could see
what part of me this is you could truly understand. That in the nights that I dream I dream not of pretty little things of glitter and myth but of the silent bell tone rings, Pulling my curiosity. Dragging me down this knotted path that I know naught of where it goes. Maybe if you could look at me, You would see how hard it is to fight what I truly want to be! I told you I just couldn’t do it but you weren’t looking. “Just keep fighting” you said. I am tired of fighting! Fighting for something that I know isn't real. All those years of taking the illusion seriously? When your friend is looking at you and screaming this in your face, Will you look to her then? Look at me NOW! How could you not look at me and see that I am not the person you want me to be? That I have my own Dreams! Look me in the eyes and tell me! do not hide from me, Face me! Teach me, turn me around when I finally give up and walk away. Look at me then! Look at me now!
And tell me what you see.
Aegirsdottir · Fri Feb 08, 2008 @ 03:18am · 0 Comments |
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Thoughts of you or the person you know |
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When it all comes down to it, I will be left there alone, holding that last shred of hope so tightly it draws blood. And in my sleep I call your name, only to dream you turning away. So walk away! Turn and ignore me! I do not care anymore! I told you my feelings, my hopes, my dreams, my life! I can't stand this all anymore! I love it! I hate it! The euphorious state of mind has left me to find someone else! When it comes down to it I will be left behind, sleeping alone, holding that last item I have to remind me that what I had was real.
Remind me agian what we live for, remind me again that you are there because my denial is just my false hope.
Aegirsdottir · Tue Jan 22, 2008 @ 02:57am · 2 Comments |
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What dance is a Dance without death? |
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Why not take that Chance? Steal a glance and dance the last dance!
Take me by the hand and wait to stand for what you beleive.
Free yourself and look around.
All we can do is try and move on, to take the last dance.
Stolen hearts are ripped to parts by those who quoth "Nevermore."
Aegirsdottir · Fri Jan 11, 2008 @ 09:17pm · 1 Comments |
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Poetry-
Poetry is a loosely defined world in which one can outlive their wildest dreams. Yet people try to define it, giving it stricter standards to how to write it and granted there are types of poems that do have specific guidelines but to define a poem is contradictory. Poetry can be soft and small, or up in your face yelling and very long, poetry can be many things with many different meanings. It is more than just phrases and symbolistic words but the feelings and thoughts of the poet written out to say something, anything. To get a message across but it can never be determined what the true meaning is, sometimes even by to poet herself. Any way you think of poetry think of it in at least one way, the art of words.
- Ashley Dow
Aegirsdottir · Fri Jan 04, 2008 @ 03:57am · 3 Comments |
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