Hey guys :)

I know no one will read this. Wanna know why? Because I don't really post anything any more. So nobody checks up on poor, lonely, loony Lunar. But I wanted to make this post anyway. Just to update my blog.

I wanted to start by informing you on one of the weirdest questions anyone has asked me. At least, I think it is. Actually, I probably have been asked stranger, but I forgot the questions. Or, you know, actually blocked them from my conscious thoughts as they were so strange. The question? I hear you cry from the dull screens of your laptops and computers, where you procrastinate your life away.
Do you moisturise your arms?

Seriously? Do I look (or sound, rather) like I moisturise my arms? Does anybody moisturise their arms? I was asked this peculiar question as I was being towed to the hoops for netball.
"Your arms are so soft. Do you moisturise them?" I was asked by my friend. My arms.
And the answer to the question?
No.

My school sends letters home to your parents if you're extra good. At the start of the year, you'll get quite a lot. Towards the end of the year, at least in my class, it's pretty rare.
"Emma," my real name for anybody who doesn't know, "you got a letter from Mrs Doyle. Who's she?"
"PE teacher."
"PE? ...Are you joking?"
Supportive, much? OK, PE is not my best subject. Which only makes it more ironic that I go to a Specialist Sports College. However, 83.33% (Maths is one of my better subjects) of my classmates are bloodthirsty wolves. They prey on marshmallows like me. And I'm helpful. So yes, I got a praise home.

Sticking to a school theme, I have possibly two exams on the 9th of November. I haven't checked my timetable yet, but this means I miss either two hours of triple PE and both music lessons, or vice versa. If I miss both of my music lessons, then I'll miss the woman coming in to teach my music class how to use the software for the computer. Apparently she looks like River Song, so I do hope I meet her. One of the exams is Maths. It's a resit, but I got an A* on the original, but if I do better I can 'pull my second grade to an A* as well'. I hope I meet River Song though.
I don't have three hands to play my composition.

It's coming up to my one year anniversary on blogger. If you look on my profile page, it'll say October 2010. Technically this is correct. However it was 11 p.m. on October 31st, I made a short post, was kicked of the Internet and returned the next day to post a comment on Derek's blog, which was the only reason I originally made this account. Am I supposed to thank everyone for all their support and hospitality and kindness they showed in welcoming me to blogger at this point? I'm not really the type. But... um... thanks, everyone.

Picture time!

I went to the cinema today. I wanted to go see the Lion King in 3D, but SOMEONE (yes, that's YOU, mother) wanted to see The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn. Like I said before, I'm a marshmallow. I'm going to be honest and say I thought there would be an actual unicorn in the animation. There isn't. Once I realised this, and got over the initial disappointment, it was a very good film. Simon Pegg voiced the Thompson twins, who I thought were very funny.

I just checked the rule for whom and who.


I'll let you go back to your lives now.

What Makes Me Alive?

Just a poem I wrote in ten minutes.


What is it, exactly,
That makes me alive?

My heart?
That beats to a thousand drums,
Pounding and throbbing,
Aching and breaking,
To a steady rhythm
Endlessly.

My brain?
With memories of torment,
Knowledge of loss,
Loose wild imaginings,
Replaying on a broken tape
Endlessly.

My eyes?
Mirrors to the soul,
To watch the death,
Of a thousand innocents,
Images never forgotten
Endlessly.

My mouth?
Filled with a swallowed tongue,
And pearly whites,
Moving to voice,
An understated opinion
Endlessly.

For I sit in my room,
Locked and isolated,
Trapped, taken, tousled,
I ask, what makes me alive?
Endlessly.

I do not ask,
A scientist.
Nor do I ask,
A priest.
I ask,
The person who knows me.
Me, myself, my mind.

What is it that makes me alive?
But who is that one that knows me?

Finding Sky by Joss Stirling

Being the consistant reader that I am, I have read a lot of books. In the past year or so, most of these books have been a similar genre. The dark, Gothic romance genre. Finding Sky, written by Joss Stirling, was one of my most recent and unusual finds. Walking through the shelves of my local Waterstones, I discovered the book nestled in between other books which I failed to buy, sadly. One of the factors that attracted me to Finding Sky was the cover of the book. Now, I know that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and I didn't! Turning over to find the blurb, I realized it was exactly what I liked in these books: a romance more dangerous than anyone can imagine. So after I walked out of the shop, Waterstones bag in hand, I got started reading straight away. And couldn't stop.
   It took every ounce of willpower I had to pull away from the book just to eat and drink. Thankfully, I was reading in the summer holidays, so sleeping wasn't in the planning book for six weeks. The author and storyline had me gripped to the book-- it was like the main character, Sky Bright, five foot and one debatable inch of conflict and confusion, had reached out and held me by the throat, never letting me leave the story unfinished for more than an hour. The other characters had me in fits of emotion, too. Once again, a book that had me laughing so hard my parents worried for my mental health. Seriously. This book has a bad boy that you don't forget. Troubled, mysterious, arrogant but underneath it all, secretly sweet and gentle. That, and the fact that he has six brothers, each of whom are hoping for their true love, their literal Other Half, their Soulfinder.
   I'm trying desperately not to give much away, but it's so hard! Sky is a London girl, recently moved to Colorado, America. Joss Stirling, fantastic author of this book, visited some of the destinations in which this book is set. So I'm guessing some of the reactions to English Sky come from her own experiences. That's what I'm guessing, in any case. At one point, Sky is told to "stop being so damn British about it!" I found this hilarious, for some reason.
   Sky has a gap in her memory from what happened until she was six. All that she knows is that it was a tragic time for her. Sally and Simon, her adoption parents, move to the town of Wrickenridge, a ski-crazy part of Colorado, where she so happens to meet Zed. God-like creature? Wolfman? Soulfinder? Some traumatic things take place around Sky, not least having her mind completely messed up, all because of a secret she all but forgot. She's a savant. I'll leave it up to you to work out what this means for her. (Hint: Google).
   After I had finished Finding Sky, and its sneak preview of Stealing Phoenix, I rushed to the internet for more information. Stealing Phoenix will be about one of Zed's brothers', Yves Benedict, and his story of his Soulfinder. Yves is one of my favourite brothers, next to Xavier, and he is also a favourite of one of Sky's friends, Zoe. I wonder what her reaction will be when Yves introduces her to his Soulfinder... Also on the internet, I found a competition for an early proof version of Stealing Phoenix, so I decided to enter... This is my entry. The competition asks for a review of Finding Sky, and the best three wins! I have my fingers crossed, but I know there will be amazing reviewers out there, so I won't get overexcited. Stealing Phoenix is published in September, which is just over two months away! Personally, I can't wait, and apparently neither can the many other fans that have commented on Joss's website.
   Whatever happens, I thoroughly enjoyed Finding Sky, and highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a fast-paced, thrilling, romantic read. I give this book five stars, mainly because it is not like the other books in this genre, although I have to admit it fits into more genre than one. Here is the part of the review where I tell you to replace popular books like Twilight or the House of Night series with this book, like I have seen done by famous reviewers. But with a book like Finding Sky... You just can't compare it with those books; it's too unique.

- Emma, aka Lunar Tears

In this blog post, is a fairy. And it's pretty damn awesome.

Hello fellow bloggers! In this post I shall post pictures I have long wanted to show you.

Most of the pictures I planned to show you went dodgy with the scanning part, so I had to have replacements.

This is the most recent thing I've drawn, not coloured in yet.

I quite like this one. Just a manga girl I was fond of.

And now you have to guess who this is! In my defence, the nose does not look this bad in person. However, her eyes do look as creepy. But I still think I got her gormless expression just right.

Goofy teeth and big nose! XD

And now a random Emily the Strange picture:

Tilt your head, sorry.

This manga drawing was in colour, and I did really like it, but my scanner doesn't recognise the colour, so it is just in black and white. :(

And the head is chopped off

And now for the fairy! This is probably my favourite birthday card ever. My friend drew this. Her taken name is Magenta, so I'll call her that. She knows how amazing she is at art, but she's too modest to admit it! Which is very frustrating for me. The picture is supposed to be what I would look like if I were a fairy:

On the computer, it doesn't really show how amazing it is, but there it is. It is pretty accurate, only I'm not as pretty. Any comments I could pass on to her would be appreciated.

And now I've had a breakthrough in history homework, so you might not see much of me...

Today, is a special day

Today, is a VERY special day

Ok, not really. But I have been haven arguments over whether an octopus is 'puffy' or 'fat'. It was fat, by the way. Definitely fat. Also debates over whether I have a nose, but that's for another day.

71 years ago Winston Churchill took over as prime minister from whoever was in charge before that. Someone who knows their history, please remind me of his name (just kidding). Said to be Britain's best prime minister, he had a desk built over his bed so he coul work in his sleep. It was also rumoured to be an alcoholic, but if anything he was a role model!

That, however, is NOT why today is a special day.

It is my friend's birthday! Well, there's two, so say happy birthday!

That is also not why today is special.

Tomorrow is my birthday! Yey!! 14! Woo!

Not special either.
Today is special BECAUSE...

Drum roll, please.

*drum roll plays*






I just wanted to post for any random reason. Hi everyone!

Kil Me. Kill Me Now.

I am crying inside right now. I had the first part of a fanfic to show you, that I have been working on all week, and as I'm finally ready to post it , it deletes. And I can't get it back.

Kill me. Kill me now.


AND I have to go back to school tomorrow. This day just gets worse. And it has barely begun.

Sigh.

Anyway, I hate an all-bad post, so enjoy this picture:

Oh, I can't post pictures on my iPod. Well that sucks.

Random Vampire Thing

I'm hoping this gets posted. My last attempt had 'errors'. I was tired in my room, so I wrote this. It might not be very good, but… it's something I haven't tried before, so it's OK for me first attempt.

My name is Lunar Tears. At least, that's what I like to be called. It's my name now. My vampire name.
Vampire is just a terminology, though. I didn't want to be a vampire. I usually just say I'm immortal. But immortality comes at a price. And this is mine.
I had a friend. She experimented in science a lot. Not a great deal to say about her, the human memories fade away after time. But there is one memory a vampire will never forget, how they became a vampire. Everyone has a different way of becoming a vampire. They anger the Higher Power, something some may call God, in which they commit an act that is unnatural and going against His ways. The act must be unforgivable. Unforgettable, in our case. I can sense you asking what I did, in your mind, at the back of your head, a question gently gnawing away at your mind, even if you don't know it yet. 
I was just like you once. Well, not really. I was probably more educated. Richer. Stranger. But most of all, I had a desire for something more. Something different to the same routine, same house; same people. I wanted an adventure, I wanted power.
The friend I spoke about earlier gave a possible solution to this. She'd been reading some damned books and thought she'd figured out how to make the Elixir of Life. She wanted to test it out on me. I should have said no right then. But I was desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or something like that.
Anyway, Ali (her name, back then) made the Elixir. It took her three months to perfect, and exactly that amount of time for me to build up the courage.
The Elixir itself was a lilac colour. It soothed me, as lilac has always been my favourite colour, and it wasn't a sickly green or a puke-like yellow. It swirled around in the small tube it was contained in. It had a smooth texture, but when Ali poured it into a round glass, an inherited antique she kept a watchful eye on, it bubbled and fizzed and hissed at us. I reached my shaky hand out and kept a loose grip on the curse that was in that glass. I touched it to my lips, and took a small sip. It burned my tongue, but I forced more down my pleading throat. After I emptied the glass, I doubled over in coughing fits. That was when I saw the Light.
If I'm being completely honest with you, I thought I'd died. Who knows what Ali put in that damned mixture of hers? I trusted her with my life. And that is exactly what I lost.
The Light was God's messenger. Not exactly what you hear in the Christian Bible or the Torach. It told me I had committed an act that was unforgivable, that only Satan would redeem my sins. Bending the rules of life made me what I am. I didn't want to join the devil. There was only one other option for me. The Light also whispered me a secret. But you'll have to torture me a bit more for that.
So nobody bit me. No vampire seeked me out join them for eternity. No tragic love story. Just a tragic tale, of a girl with no direction choosing the wrong trail.
How old am I? Has your mother never told you it is rude to ask a woman her age? I suppose it makes a fair point I'm not technically a woman, but I am female and I do age. Fine, I'll say. The average woman lives to the age of eighty in this country. Multiply that by three, then add two, then divide that number by one-point-three-three-three-two. Then you might get a slight idea as to how old I am.
I forget that human minds aren't as sharp, but that's what all these years do to you...
I can't say what my powers are. The Higher Council will kill me. Oh, there are ways I can die. Of course, I won't tell you, but vampires make enemies of other vampires. So we naturally need ways to kill each other. That's what I've heard, anyway. I've only met one other vampire. A dying race, you see. More people are... Good, now, I guess you would say. Even with less people having faith in religion, they have morals. A surprise, as you can guess. 
Oh, you were asking me about the Higher Council. I forgot. Purely accidental, as I'm sure you'll believe. The Higher Council are exactly as they sound. A leadership of the oldest vampires history knows. Napoleon was a vamp. The Higher Council killed him in the end though, he was about to be exposed. His death was covered up with that cancer story. I have never met a member of the Higher Council, so don't bother asking. As far as I know, they're a legend, possibly invented by Edward or whoever he talked to. Edward is the vampire I've met. And sorry to disappoint any deranged Twilight fan girls out there, but Edward was a popular name in those times, so no, it was not Edward Cullen. I almost killed Edward… but  chose not to. I keep in contact with him sometimes, but not how you would expect. If you want to know about Edward, then all you need to know is that he's reckless. Oh, and for you humans, he drinks a hell of a lot of blood. I'm surprised he doesn't drown in it. Sometimes I wish he would…
I drink blood too, but not nearly as much. I have donors, and we have a schedule as to which one I drink from. They each want something in return, it differs for each person. Like Mike, he only wants a fulfilment in life. His mother never loved him, it touches my cold, unbeating heart. Or Liam, he needs dates for certain events he gets invited to in his high-society life.
Oh yes, every prey, I mean donor, is male. There is no dignity otherwise. You must lure them to give you blood, how else can you trust them? Us vampires have charm, and are indefinitely more beautiful than humans. Don't act like you have not been affected, Mr Stanley, remember I can read your mind. We have that affect on everyone, sometimes even each other…
The richer the catch, the better life, the sweeter the blood. It should have been Liam's turn tonight… oh, why can't he visit? And Mike shall be worrying, who knows what his mother has said this time?! Please Mr Stanley... John? Please? John…?
You're starving me, John. And I don't like it.

John Stanley stopped the recording and looked at the drained vampire in front of him. Her emerald green eyes glared at him, the same way they'd done for the past week, when they first captured and deprived her. The torturing methods had little impact on her, but she was weak. That recording was the first and only time she had cracked. But they needed more.
"That is very useful information you have given us, Lunar. But I'm afraid we need more."
Lunar's glare turned more vicious, and she snarled at Stanley.
"More? You want more? The full vampire history? It lasts all eternity! I live that long, but you don't." Lunar snapped her mouth shut, her eyes never leaving her torturer.
"It's not too much the history that we're interested in, Lunar, it's the future."
"I'll never say!" Lunar shrieked.
"Ah, but at least now we know you know something."
Lunar leaned back in her uncomfortable metal seat.
"Have I ever told you how vampires contact each other, Stanley? Hmm? They send out a psychic signal, that passes from one vampires mind, charges through the air, and to the other vampires mind."
"Thank you for that Lunar, but that's really not--"
"You think I told you that for your little plans?" Lunar interrupted, a chain of laughter coming from her lips. "No, Stanley, I just thought you would want an explanation."
From behind Lunar, bricks from the wall exploded inwards. A fog came in from the hallway, and a figure dressed all in black stepped in.  Lunar craned her neck around to see. A reassured smile crept upon her face when she saw the figure.
"Sorry Stanley, but I have other plans."
In a blur, the figure was beside Stanley and a pool of blood was flowing from Stanley's snapped neck and then decapitation.
"It'a about time," Lunar remarked, eyeing the blood tormenting her.
The figure strode behind Lunar, dropped down leaning on one knee, and whispered in her ear, his shaggy dark hair a similar shade to her own tickling the back of her neck.
"Qu'ont-ils fait pour vous, mon petit?" He spoke in a French accent.
"Été en France ces derniers temps, nous avons?" Lunar asked.
"Non! Belgique, en fait."
"Awww, can we stop now? You know I failed at French," Lunar whined.
Edward pulled at the restraints around Lunar's ankles and wrists and they tumbled off her. Lunar leaned her head against Edward's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. Edward patted Lunar's head gently as the first tear Lunar shed for over one hundred years, rolled down her cheek.

Eventually, Lunar rose from her chair.
"I need blood," she exclaimed.
"You don't want Stanley here?"
"No, he'll be stale by now."
"It is such a waste of blood…" Edward desirably gasped.
"Well, you drink him then."
"No no, let's just go."
"Only if you're sure..." Lunar teased.
"Yes, I'm-- Oh wait," Edward opened the cassette player and removed the tape player  from inside. He tapped it while pacing past Lunar, paused, and asked, "Vampires have the affect on one another, do they?" He raised one of eyebrows and cocked his head to the  side.
"I can read your mind, Edward," she explained as she was passing him. "What did you think my Power was?"
"You control the elements," Edward replied.
"Oh. Yes. What can I say?" She gently spoke in his ear, "I may be damned, but I'm blessed."

My computer isn't working… Again.

My computer won't log on. So I'm on my iPod. I'm also really annoyed. So I'm in a bad mood.

That was weird...

... I seriously can't remember typing that last post... Okay...

What I really wanted to show to you yesterday was this:

I don't know if I'm the only person who finds this funny... Let me know :)

VICTORY IS MINE!!!!

The internet has been returned to me! Oh, computer, how I missed you.... Just never go away again, deal?

Fanfic will be continued shortly.

Everyone say happy birthday to my friend who writes Latin in her sleep! (Lol, jk it's tomorrow ;))

I'm having a maths-meltdown. Bare with me.

Also... What did I want to say...? Oh! 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u) (You've probably already seen it, but oh well!)

Um... Yeah...

-Lunar

LOOK! A NEW POST!

Hi! So this is a new post letting you know how I am! I tried to post a few days ago, but literally, my finger was less than a centimetre from the "Publish Post" button, when my iPod died.

FOR ONE THING: I've had writers block. That's why I haven't posted any fanfic. Even though I think I'm over it now, the next part is extremely short. In which case, I have decided to extend the short parts with something I like to call "The Lost Chapters". These chapters have Hellboy as the main character, and is basically a duel storyline. The first Lost Chapter is kinda predictable, and unimaginative, but they'll get better... Yeah... I'm pretty sure of that...

AND ANOTHER THING: I was at a sleepover last night. Sleepovers with my friends? Never a good idea. One of my friends (that recently moved to North Yorkshire) said that at night, she's been writing Latin words in her sleep. This proved to be true, when she started randomly writing words with her fingers. Then we gave her a pen. The first ENGLISH word she wrote was 'regret', followed by 'sorry'. Then, translated from Latin to English, she wrote, "full moon", "I'm sorry" and "soul stealer". After that, one of my other friends started talking to her in her dreams. This did not help the eerie feel of the night, when she said, "On April 18th, the Soul Stealer will rise."

ANYWAY, what are people's favourite films? I'm interested :)

Pretty Flower...

So... I was reading a book. As usual. But one of the characters was obsessed with finding a pure black rose. So I googled it. As usual. And I found a black and white photograph of a rose. It was so pretty... I had to draw it. The petals are out of proportion, but I figured I might as well share it. Although its quite hard to see. So here it is:

Tilt your head right for it to be the right way... (I don't know how to put it the right!)

Practice Chapter

This is just a practice for my fan fic. I was going to include some of you in this, but I only planned on mentioning a bad-guy. Tips much appreciated, thanks. :)


"Had a nice meal?"
   I whirled round, surprised by the familiar voice in my mother's house. I put down the plates that held the leftovers of our lunch on the counter, before I held my hands loosely behind my back. I gave my best mischievous smile, with my menacing green eyes. Slowly, I strode in an arc around him, taking each step with precisioned care. I knew what this would lead to, but if I could just put it off... Dear Mother was still home.
"I'm surprised you're here," I purred, getting closer to the intruder. "You were always so subtle... Everything always a riddle."
Caelan kept his black eyes on each movement I made. Scrutinizing every word, every step.
"Things have changed," he said. His voice was a block of ice, and I felt the shock as it cut through me. A shiver ran gleefully down my spine, but I merely bowed my head to him, my eyes still alert.
"Of course," I replied, "I would be a fool to think they hadn't." I meant to say the words light-hearted, but I realised how serious they sounded. Something was different about Caelan, but I couldn't quite place what it was...
"Fool's surround us. But you, Lunar, are not one of them." His eyes watched me again, like a predator. I restrained myself from not crouching down and curling a finger at him.
Instead, I whispered, "That's what I just said."
"Alex? What's taking so long?" My Mother's voice called from the dining room, where she innocently sat shuffling cards, whilst watching Midsummer Murders. Ironic.
I opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed a flash through Caelan's eyes. At that moment, I realised what was different about him; he'd fed recently.
   I didn't know what to do, which, being myself, didn't happen a lot.
   "Just washing up!" I called back, watching Caelan intensely.
   "Such a good girl..." I heard my mother say, then I heard her flick up the volume on the TV. I hopped onto the counter, twisting the tap on. Water rushed down the spout, and into the sink, with little whirlwinds and circular movements.
   "Such a good girl..." Caelan mimicked, with a sly smile. I started to prepare myself, disguising my movements with speech.
   "You have no idea," I murmured, knowing Caelan could clearly hear. "So, why exactly are you here?" I tucked my long hair behind my ears, while my legs swung freely.
   Caelan took a step closer to me, and leaned in. "I think you know perfectly why I'm here," he whispered.
   Goosebumps rose along my neck, and a hiss came from my mouth. "Never."
   "Very well," Caelan sighed. I sensed what he was going to do, so I bounced off the counter, landing in a crouch. His teeth were always slower than his thought process. I slammed my fist into Caelan's jaw, but he never swayed an inch.
   "Damn you," I mumbled, before lunging for the kitchen knife. I gripped it loosely with one hand. Not the best weapon, but... Better than none at all. Now, where did I keep my holy water...? Caelan's eyes gleamed in the sun. This was all a game to him. He wouldn't even have to try to win. But I needed Mother to be safe...
   "Outside," I snarled. A fleck of uncertainty crossed Caelan's eyes. What he needed was here, in this house. But he wouldn't get it. He'd have to kill me first. The problem was: He would. And will.
   I strode outside. The clouds suddenly covered the sun, trapping it in their hazy clutches. I twirled around, pleased to see Caelan had followed me outside. I curtsied, before sprinting down a bank. I glanced behind me, smiling at Caelan's confused expression. To the right, I saw what I was looking for; the well. Full of holy water. I lifted the bucket and dunked it in the endless pit. I heard the splash of water, and reeled in the bucket. Caelan would be going in the house if he thought I'd just ran away. If he thought that, he didn't know me very well. Finally, the bucket resurfaced, and I unattached the bucket from the chains.
  And then I felt his breath on my neck. Out of shock, I elbowed him in the stomach. Springing off the ground, I back flipped so I was behind him. I couldn't waste the water. I sprinkled some lightly over a layer of his skin. I jumped out the way, just as his head soared back and he roared in pain. He recovered quickly, however, and leaped off the ground. His skin was blistered, but would heal soon enough. I clicked my fingers, summoning a flame to my hand. I threw it at Caelan, and he "stopped, dropped and rolled," as they would say. I took a seat on a deck chair, where I had so many innocent childhood moments. I sipped on a lemonade I made earlier, which now tasted quite stale. I always was better at performing outside. Slowly, Caelan rose from the ground, his clothes looking as dead as the put-out flames.
  I rose my eyebrows and with a smile, I said, "Better?"
  Caelan snarled in response. I stood from my chair, and said, "Now, now, Caelan. Calm down. It's nothing personal, is it?" Another snarl. I sighed, but what should you expect from vampires?
  I lifted my hands, and snapped my palms. The air rippling, Caelan flew backwards. He lay there a second before rising again. What was wrong with him? There was no fight in him at all. As he came at me, lightening fast, I raised my boot, and... SMACK! It hit Caelan's face. Again he fell backwards. Something was wrong. It was just too easy. Mother would be waiting... Mother! Of course! How could I be so stupid?
   I sprinted back up to the house, wide-eyed as I saw the front door off its hinges. Carefully, I picked up my precious sword I'd left behind when I fought Caelan. He was merely a distraction. While someone else came for...
   I entered the front room. Mother had gone, the television split in two, cards scattered around the room. A disturbance in the air was brought to my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hooded figure leave the room. Fury burning in my soul, I followed whatever-it-was out. The figure disappeared, but I was not fooled. I closed my eyes, and disappeared into the night. Leaving the wind to cover my sorrows.

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I followed unwillingly across the sands. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to do lots of these things, yet I was trapped. Trailing after this beast, that no one could call human. I held back the tears that threatened to escape from the corners of my eyes. Making him know I was deeply afraid I did not want to do. I looked around, trying to get used to my surroundings, and think of a way to escape. It was impossible; he was controlling me and I didn't know how. I grasped tightly to logical explanations and sanity, but there were no logical explanations. And I've never claimed to be sane. But the world was falling apart as I stood and watched...
I stopped looking around once I saw there was nothing to see. My feet were no more interesting either. Until I realised we were walking uphill. Glancing up, I saw we were heading towards a cliff. I looked west, and I saw where I had once been sitting. The rocks here were hard, and small stones pressed into my feet. I limped along, unable even to stop to rub the stones off. Threw my blurry vision, the waves looked a sickly grey from up here. There was the slightest vegetation, that pushed back away from us. My legs grew tired, and my mind grew weak. My scheming came to a sudden end. I wondered what he was going to do...
I didn't imagine this would end pleasantly. "First impressions are lasting impressions," they say. And if that's true, then I will always think this is a creepy, theatrical, sadistic man. I couldn't imagine that this man wanted to 'talk' or 'walk.' What I did imagine, however, I wished I never. I covered my eyes, helplessly, trying to block images that ran through my mind. Each image soon being pushed out by another. What would happen to me? Tension was growing, and I was breaking with it.
He lead me to a log. He sat down, and patted the space next to him. I grimaced, but obeyed. My legs ached from hiking up the cliff. I sat on the edge of the log, the furthest away I could be. The log was damp, but firm. I looked over at the sky, now a fade red. It was such a beautiful sky, that did not fit in with this scene. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back, wondering what on earth I had gotten into.
"You are young," Rupun said.
I peeked through my closed eyelids at his face. What was that supposed to mean?
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You would have so much life ahead of you, a future with so much potential." I shuddered at the word would.
My voice shook as I spoke, betraying the confused shattered pieces inside me, "Wha- What do you want?"
His head rose a little as he laughed again. He continued to laugh for several minutes, leaving me even more confused and disgusted. Eventually, he spoke. With a mouth full of venom, as usual.
"I want a lot of things," he smiled a dangerous smile, "but most of all, I want power." He said power with an obvious and intense sense of desire. A shiver tickled down my spine.
"And how do you plan to get... Power?" I found myself asking. I twiddled my thumbs waiting. He peered at me, then slowly said,
"I kill."
I froze. My body went rigid, while my heart pounded louder than ever. My breathing went jagged. Automatically, I stood up. It was too much, too much... A beat in my ears started paying, in tune with my heart. Images flashed through my mind again. I had my head down, but slyly looked at the distance to the cliff. If I covered my ears, and ran really fast... I could make it. I would make it.
"Do you want to sit back down?" He asked; giving me a choice.
"No," I replied, positive.
"I suggest you do..." When I gave no response, he continued, "I kill for my power. That's what my magic relies on, my source."
His words sunk in, and they shocked me, though I don't know why. "Magic?"
He analysed me again. "Oh, come on... You know magic exists. There's the shine in your eyes," he leaned forward, "You believe."
I bit my bottom lip, as I realised this was true. I did. Magic existed. I could feel it. But what good was it now? Rupun was surely going to murder me. Unless I could escape... Covering my ears would slow me down. But if I sang really, really loud... But first, Rupun needed to be distracted so I could get away.
"So... You're source..." I swallowed, not really wanting to know the answer to the question I was about to ask. "How do you kill?"
He threw a smile in my direction, then looked to the right. "Many different ways... But always you- HEY!"
I ran, singing like there was no tomorrow. Not the best murderer, I thought. I didn't look back. Didn't glimpse behind me. The cliff stooped at my feet.

And without pausing, I leaped into the air.

THE RANDOM SENTENCE GENERATOR!!

This is the generator to create random sentences.

See what you come up with     :P

STEP 1) Birth Month

Look at what your birth month says, and that's the sentence starter

January: I ate
February: I smelled
March: I fried
April: I stabbed
May: I adopted
June: I manipulated
July: I hugged
August: I slapped
September: I poked
October: I scared
November: I massaged
December: I hypnotized

STEP 2) Birth Day

Your birth day for this part

1: Cheryl Cole
2: Justin Bieber
3: Colin Firth
4: Miley Cyrus
5: Dolly Parton
6: Mr Bean
7: Sherlock Homes
8: Harry Potter
9: Woody
10: David Cameron
11: Edward Cullen
12: The Queen
13: Lady Gaga
14: Wayne Rooney
15: Nicole Kidman
16: Stephen Fry
17: Prince Charles of Wales
18: Ant & Dec
19: Simon Cowell
20: Anne Hathaway
21: Frank Lampard
22: Victoria Beckham
23: Amy Winehouse
24: David Tennant
25: Damon Salvatore
26: Peter Kay
27: Ben Stiller
28: Homer Simpson
29: Johnny Depp
30: Leonardo DiCaprio
31: Derek Landy

STEP 3) The First Letter From Your First Name

A-G
Because I'm Evil

H-L
Because I love it

M-T
Because I'm Awesome

U-Z
Because I was Hungry



So what did you get? I have: I adopted Edward Cullen, because I'm evil.

The Other Four Poems For Valentines Day

Here's the other five poems for Valentines! Enjoy, but beware of some essence of cheese ;)


Love is like chocolate,
Addictive and tasty.

Love is like an angel,
Beautiful and pure.

Love is like glass,
Fragile and splendid.

Love is like oil,
Craved for and rare.

But chocolate melts,
The angel sins,
The glass breaks,
The oil burns...

Love surprises you,
Not always good,
But for all the bad,
The best is worth it.

...
The night is wasted,
I cannot see you.
See the face I fell in love with,
Many a time ago.

You hide from me,
Do I frighten you?
Do tell, oh Sweet,
Your voice no longer lingers.

You do not care for me?
Anymore, dear.
But I beg to differ,
Lonely light.

Do you still dream of me?
I bet you do.
You cannot keep secrets,
In this town.

My eyes were burned,
When I saw that look.
But underneath everything,
I see the candor.

Wise words,
Whispered through the trees.
I heard somewhere before,
In a forgotten memory.

Nothing else matters,
When it comes to the truth.
Everything pales,
Becomes distant.

It will shine on you,
The truth.
You love me,
You always have.

And you hate,
That after all this,
You still feel the same,
Every breath, every love.

...
I see you sleeping,
My darling.
While the moon wishes,
It was in my place,
To watch you.

Your body is next to me,
Still.
Under the covers,
Lies a treasure,
That belongs only to me.

Closed eyes,
Open thoughts.
I read your mind,
And see you dream,
Of nothing but me.

Oh darling,
I dream of you too.
Dream we were alone,
Hidden,
Together.

It is forbidden,
However.
I am yours,
Forever,
We belong.

They can hunt us,
Track us.
They will drag us,
Screaming,
But we will never forfeit.

This moment,
Could be all we have.
I shall cherish,
Every minute,
With you.

No matter what happens,
My darling.
Know life,
Know love,
Know me.

...
I sent you a rose,
To reflect my devotion.

I sent you two doves,
To show my new found peace.

I sent you a ring,
To show my commitment.

I sent you the necklace,
To show my gestures.

I sent you my heart...
Because you're my Valentine.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Look at my heart,
It's only for you.


...
Have everything I own,
Just so you can see,
How much I love you.

I'll rip everything down,
Strip it all bare,
So you will love me.

Though we have been apart,
I think of you every minute,
And every second in between.
...

The last one is short, I know. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

5 Love Poems With No Titles

LOVE POEM #1
I'm writing a love poem each day until February 14th. Just to improve how I write love poems (which is pretty poor). Anyway, here's the first:

I...
Look into your eyes,
Though they are now closed,
Look into your soul,
Although it is locked away.

Kiss your gentle lips,
Though they're set into a frown,
Cuddle your smooth body,
Though it's curled into a ball.

Stroke your porcelain skin,
Though you turn your head,
Stroke your silky hair,
Though you take it back.

Live on your company,
Though you cut off my supplies,
Die for you each time,
And you bring me back to life.

I love you,
I do.
I cannot describe in words,
However much I try.

So starve me,
My dear,
Cut through my skin,
And let the blood run.

Know my heart beats,
But only for you,
Know I survive,
But only for you.

I have knowledge,
My dear,
That you love me too,
For eternity.

Deny it.
Argue.
I expect it all.
For I know you too well.

Open your heart,
My dear,
Find my home,
My heaven.

In time,
You will see,
How our future,
Is set.

'Tis written.

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 6

Chapter 6


The beach sand was a peachy yellow, as it stuck to my feet. The wind whipped my hair in different directions, while the sun broke through the  imprisoning clouds. It made my pale skin glow slightly, before the clouds blocked the sun again. I sat on one of the deserted craggy rocks and took in one salty breath after another. The sea was incredibly blue today, and collided against the cliffs opposite. The memories of past times enveloped me. Of running away from a younger brother, of building sandcastles that crumpled easily, of laughing as I was thrown into the deep ocean waves... Of times when I was carefree, happy, on such a peaceful beach.
   I reached a faint hand to my forehead as a headache suddenly passed over me. It was so fierce and strong, I collapsed to the ground. I moaned, as a shadow passed over my body. It stood there still, as this pain that was too brutal to be called a 'headache' had me writhing in pain.
   I heard the shadow's deep commanding voice, as it said, "Alexandra, stand up."
Before I knew it, my legs were lifting me up, and the pain was fading. I had my eyes on the ground so it said, "Look at me, Alexandra."
   My eyes reluctantly narrowed on his face. He had crinkly skin, especially around his flat grey eyes. His mouth was set in a frown, which made him looked older than he probably was-- which was probably quite young. His greasy blond hair slid back behind his ears, and glinted in the sun as he cocked his head. I grimaced, and attempted to look away-- But couldn't. My eyes were stuck repeating the same patterns of sight. The man sighed, and slowly held his arm out.
   "Alex, my name is Rupin. I want to take a walk with you. What do you say?" A shine lightened his eyes as he spoke, which made me feel slightly sick.
   My parents always told me never to talk to strangers. But even if I ignored such advice, I would never 'take a walk' with this man.
I opened my mouth as if I was going to reasonably answer, but then opened it even wider and let out a deafening screech. He covered his ears, which I took to advantage and sprinted away. I leaped over some stray rocks before I heard his demanding voice again, "STOP!"
   Again, I couldn't disobey. I gave a little grunt of frustration as my legs slowed to a stop. His cold hands curled around my arm and pulled me back.
   I felt his breath on my neck when he whispered, "Now, now, Alexandra. Calm down. There's nothing to be afraid of," He said this before a bellowing laugh escaped from his lips. I cringed away from him, and my plan evaporated again as he said, "And don't scream."
   I shuddered, as he dragged me across the stretch of the beach, away from any sign of civilisation.

Random Emo Couple

Here is a picture of a random manga type emo couple:

HeHe

Surprise! Kallista Pendragon

Surprise, Kallista! I drew you!

This is why I asked you those questions about your clothes. :)

The computer and scanner show all the brush marks from colouring in, but I think this is OK, for one of my first attempts at manga. I also ran out of space for your feet, so they're cut off. Whoops.

I just felt like drawing you, hope you don't mind!