"Alessa, do the dishes." Jazmyn Waters instructed her eldest daughter.
"Yeah, sure," the seventeen-year-old replied, walking into the kitchen. She muttered in Latin, and the dishwasher opened. She flicked her wrist and the shelf slid out. She lifted her right hand, and the dishes levitated; she lifted her left, and the cabinets opened. She put her hands together above her head, and then went down in an upside-down V; the dishes went to the correct cabinet and shelf, the she repeated the actions until the dishwasher was full and running. "Done." She chirped happily.
"That's not fair," Jessika whined, "she uses her magick."
"She does have a
Prologue
The fifteen-year-old girl blinked. "W-what?
The old woman sighed and ran a hand through her graying hair. "Alessa, you are the witch for your generation."
"But, Gramma, you still have your magick, why do I have-"
"Silence!" The old woman cut her off. "Our gifts are a blessing. I will use my magick to teach you."
"But Jessika?" Alessa asked, thinking off her thirteen-year-old sister.
"You are the oldest, so she does not have any magick. Take these." She pulled out two large stacks of books. Some were old and dusty; some were newer with slight aging. "These are the Books of Shadows; the oldest we have recovered is from the Salem
Prologue
I stared at the city below my balcony, my gaze shifted to the river and the valley behind the city. A strong hand squeezed my shoulder. "This could be yours someday."
I sighed, "The queen is expecting a son, and it will never be mine." I brushed my thick black hair behind my ear. "Horace will rule after you pass, Father." And Father will pass, even if he just moves on the next host.
Father chuckled and turned away from me. "Isis, my wife, I need you."
My mother (who is actually my step mother, but that is a story for another day) came in, hand on her large belly. "Yes, my king?"
"I was thinking: maybe we " he paused at the
"Oh. My. God." Jon laughed. "Look at her."
I looked up from my mushy cereal. The woman on screen had bushy eyebrows, a big nose, and buck teeth. "Woof woof." I muttered. My brothers turned to look at me, and then the five of us started to laugh.
"That was awful, Max, just awful." Trent laughed. He was the oldest, 29, then there's Luke, who's 25. Alex is 23. Jon is a year older than me at 18. And I'm the youngest and only girl.
"Mom would be so proud." Alex said sarcastically. We all stopped talking for a moment. Alex flushed.
"Are you shitting me?" Luke laughed, ignoring the dirty look he got from Trent, "Mom would find it funny."
"Nuh u
A devious smirk crossed his face
He waited in the dark
For his prey
He heard his voice
Just on the other side of the door
When the door opened
Fear struck
His prey screamed
Bloody murder
He faded into the shadows
Snickering darkly
Beginning the search
For his next victim
Each night
It was the same
Going from person to person
House to house
Getting joy
From those he
Terrifies
Innocence sat at her desk
Humming as she drew
Her crayon fell outside the lines many times
But she just swung her legs and continued
Her white dress hung loosely on her thin frame
Her light blonde hair fell into her bright blue eyes
But she was undisturbed
By her large clothing
Or messy hair
There was a door- no windows- in her room
The walls were only covered in her art
She had her bed, clothes, and desk
She was hidden
From the world
Her mother said was
Evil
Codi glared across the Church. There was a girl she didn't recognize, and she was dressed in all white, at her cousin's funeral. She bumped her fist against her brother's rib cage. He looked at her, she nodded to the girl. The funeral dismissed, and Codi moved towards the girl, but her mother grabbed her wrist. "Codi, we're going to the cemetery now." Codi looked from her mother back to where the girl was. She was gone. With a groan, Codi followed her family.
"Okay, Dev, please tell me saw her?" Codi begged her older brother.
Their dad raised an eyebrow. "Saw who?"
"This weird chick. She was dressed in all white. She was really pale too, a
A smile graced her pretty face
"Yes"
The beating in my chest stopped
Who knew the childish game of 'Zap'
Could produce such a result?
I floated blissfully
From day to day
Blindly thinking
My life would stay that way
It was love
Simple and true
I was invincible
As long as she was by my side
Three months
Of happy content
But how I was wrong
For as quickly as it began
It ended
Life is a play
All the world's a stage
Everyday acting
For the others around
Some take on many roles
Others have role their compleate opposite
Some use their roles to hide
More use their roles to be themselves
I use my stage time
"All eyes on me
In the center of the ring"
I am confident with my show
Life is a play
All the world's a stage
Everyday acting
For the others around
"Alessa, do the dishes." Jazmyn Waters instructed her eldest daughter.
"Yeah, sure," the seventeen-year-old replied, walking into the kitchen. She muttered in Latin, and the dishwasher opened. She flicked her wrist and the shelf slid out. She lifted her right hand, and the dishes levitated; she lifted her left, and the cabinets opened. She put her hands together above her head, and then went down in an upside-down V; the dishes went to the correct cabinet and shelf, the she repeated the actions until the dishwasher was full and running. "Done." She chirped happily.
"That's not fair," Jessika whined, "she uses her magick."
"She does have a
Prologue
The fifteen-year-old girl blinked. "W-what?
The old woman sighed and ran a hand through her graying hair. "Alessa, you are the witch for your generation."
"But, Gramma, you still have your magick, why do I have-"
"Silence!" The old woman cut her off. "Our gifts are a blessing. I will use my magick to teach you."
"But Jessika?" Alessa asked, thinking off her thirteen-year-old sister.
"You are the oldest, so she does not have any magick. Take these." She pulled out two large stacks of books. Some were old and dusty; some were newer with slight aging. "These are the Books of Shadows; the oldest we have recovered is from the Salem
Prologue
I stared at the city below my balcony, my gaze shifted to the river and the valley behind the city. A strong hand squeezed my shoulder. "This could be yours someday."
I sighed, "The queen is expecting a son, and it will never be mine." I brushed my thick black hair behind my ear. "Horace will rule after you pass, Father." And Father will pass, even if he just moves on the next host.
Father chuckled and turned away from me. "Isis, my wife, I need you."
My mother (who is actually my step mother, but that is a story for another day) came in, hand on her large belly. "Yes, my king?"
"I was thinking: maybe we " he paused at the
"Oh. My. God." Jon laughed. "Look at her."
I looked up from my mushy cereal. The woman on screen had bushy eyebrows, a big nose, and buck teeth. "Woof woof." I muttered. My brothers turned to look at me, and then the five of us started to laugh.
"That was awful, Max, just awful." Trent laughed. He was the oldest, 29, then there's Luke, who's 25. Alex is 23. Jon is a year older than me at 18. And I'm the youngest and only girl.
"Mom would be so proud." Alex said sarcastically. We all stopped talking for a moment. Alex flushed.
"Are you shitting me?" Luke laughed, ignoring the dirty look he got from Trent, "Mom would find it funny."
"Nuh u
A devious smirk crossed his face
He waited in the dark
For his prey
He heard his voice
Just on the other side of the door
When the door opened
Fear struck
His prey screamed
Bloody murder
He faded into the shadows
Snickering darkly
Beginning the search
For his next victim
Each night
It was the same
Going from person to person
House to house
Getting joy
From those he
Terrifies
Innocence sat at her desk
Humming as she drew
Her crayon fell outside the lines many times
But she just swung her legs and continued
Her white dress hung loosely on her thin frame
Her light blonde hair fell into her bright blue eyes
But she was undisturbed
By her large clothing
Or messy hair
There was a door- no windows- in her room
The walls were only covered in her art
She had her bed, clothes, and desk
She was hidden
From the world
Her mother said was
Evil
Codi glared across the Church. There was a girl she didn't recognize, and she was dressed in all white, at her cousin's funeral. She bumped her fist against her brother's rib cage. He looked at her, she nodded to the girl. The funeral dismissed, and Codi moved towards the girl, but her mother grabbed her wrist. "Codi, we're going to the cemetery now." Codi looked from her mother back to where the girl was. She was gone. With a groan, Codi followed her family.
"Okay, Dev, please tell me saw her?" Codi begged her older brother.
Their dad raised an eyebrow. "Saw who?"
"This weird chick. She was dressed in all white. She was really pale too, a
A smile graced her pretty face
"Yes"
The beating in my chest stopped
Who knew the childish game of 'Zap'
Could produce such a result?
I floated blissfully
From day to day
Blindly thinking
My life would stay that way
It was love
Simple and true
I was invincible
As long as she was by my side
Three months
Of happy content
But how I was wrong
For as quickly as it began
It ended
Life is a play
All the world's a stage
Everyday acting
For the others around
Some take on many roles
Others have role their compleate opposite
Some use their roles to hide
More use their roles to be themselves
I use my stage time
"All eyes on me
In the center of the ring"
I am confident with my show
Life is a play
All the world's a stage
Everyday acting
For the others around
For those of you who care, and even those who don't. I gotta know: how can I make my new, better stories as popular as my old, not as good stories. I mean, honestly, its frutrating! Arg! Just give me ideas....or tip....or whatever. Please
I will actually post a pic later this week. It'll be my OC's. I will write a ton of stories about them, cuz I just love them. I will post info about them with the pic. But who know when I will be able to do that, seeing as I don't have my own scanner, I have to use a friends. But if you care, and want to know sooner, just say. Buuuut I doubt anyone does.....
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1. Names Adrienn, and I was tagged by !nekoyasha0tsuki (https://www.deviantart.com/nekoyasha0tsuki)
2. I'm 15, 16 in Oct.
3. I live in Nebraska, I used to live in Ralsont(Nebraska) but moved to Papillion(Still Nebraska)
4. I ish bi.
5. I like yaoi and yuri
6. I'm the oldest of 5, all younger brothers. I'm the only girl.(Not counting my mom)
7. I'm goth, although my friends disagree