Before entering the hospital, I was expecting to see white, heartless walls, crowded rooms full of people sneezing, coughing and tossing in pain.
But once I walk in, instead of seeing sad faces and breathing air contaminated with germs, I saw multicoloured walls, employees with honest smiles (as if they were genuinely glad with their jobs) and healthy trees regenerating the environment around.
Moving towards the 'Chambre n.º 193', I checked the hall twice "Clear!" and picked up my Blackberry, checking my E-mails, before opening the door.
Eternal Eden's Garden:
1 message from xPaNick_94 to oEl:r
- Jo's updates: *Pregnant; *Cutting herself; * Stabbed herself and her unborn baby; *Consuming morphine
Putting together these small pieces and creating a whole picture in my head while opening the door, I find myself staring at a teenage girl holding David's hand.
I only took a step towards David's bed, before stopping instantly causing the curl up of my dress.
She was so similar to Jo (at least in one of the pictures Nick sent me), same shimmering darkened green eyes, straight long tousled black hair and pale white skin.
Although, there was some eerie aura that didn't fit there.
Jo's forearms were cut, which gave a vivid blood-red colour to her skin, her right fist was filled with tiny mirrored glass that glittered with her presence and there were pieces of her bones between the phalanges where the wound was so deep that blood was no longer able to irrigate the tissues of her skin. A pair of scissors were still stuck inside her being, making her face writhe in agony.
When I finally averted my gaze from Jo, and focused it on David, I instinctively lifted my hand and covered my mouth to mute a scream of horror.
David was wrapped in some type of glowing exuviae that appeared to be preparing him for the 'Other life'. And unconsciously, my lips shaped the word "Why?"
Meanwhile Jo raised her hand and put something inside her mouth, saying "I like, not to feel--". It was morphine.
I didn't notice that I was holding my breath, so I breathed deeply and closed my eyes shut simultaneously. I just wanted my brain to quit playing tricks on me!
When I opened them again, instead of Jo holding David's hand, it was his younger sister.
"You're cute today," her childish voice broke through my shell "fank you for keeping an eye on my brother."
I just got what the little kid was saying, a few moments later, "There's nothing to thank for," I winked. "That's what friends are for."
She smirked, "Friends...", and left the word to take its own path, making me read between the lines.
The little girl got up onto her feet and shook my hand. "Enchanted to meet you, I'm Molly."
I replied "An honour to meet you too and I'm Eleana, you can call me El--"
"Eleana you say, once I knew you by another name," Molly released my hand and literally danced towards the door. "Eliot, am I right?" she asked as she opened the door and disappeared.
Oh my, I thought.
I didn't have time to drop my bags, because I immediately heard a knock on the door, and froze right away.
I held my breath again, when I felt the adrenalin rushing into my veins. I hate feeling threatened by the unknown.
The door opened a little, and a shade lurked by the crack. It was his mother, Anabelle.
She entered the room, whistling and carrying a loaded cage with a bunny inside. Anabelle didn't notice that I was there, so when she glanced up and focused her gaze on me, she squeaked and dropped the cage, making the bunny move from peacefully sleeping to frightened.
"Ohh God, I apologize. I didn't notice you were here!" She knelt down and started to grab her things.
"No need to apologize, I was the one acting like a statue." I said, helping Anabelle with the bunny on the floor.
"Oh, you must be the girl that he met a couple of days after his birthday."
I just nodded, recalling the scene from a few days ago.
"How were you able to find our address?"
"His Facebook profile and pictures..." I reflected, "he should be more careful about that. It was too easy to track him down."
Anabelle's smile was vanishing while I was talking, so I decided to start over.
"I mean, Hey my name is Eleana, you can call me El." I shook her hand, waiting for her reply.
"Pleasure, you can call me mom."
I raised one eyebrow and she rectified "Ha, I made a funny. Now seriously, you can call me Belle."
She looked at her watch and exclaimed "Oh dear, I'm late for work. This is not going to be good. A preach from my boss, first thing in the morning. How exciting!"
She left the cage and the bunny near David's bed "I see, you are going to set up camp in here," she pointed at my bags that I was still holding. "So I leave him up to you. Take care!" she closed the door behind her.
Finally I dropped my bags and laid on a chair, listening to the steady 'bips' coming from the machine while petting his bunny, Ronnie.
Ronnie's nose detected the familiar scent of David, and, by instinct, he jumped out of my lap and tried to climb up the bed, without any success.
I forced myself to get up again and walk toward the bed, picking up Ronnie and laying him next to David.
Staring at his chubby face, I rubbed his sweaty cheek and put one of his strings of hair behind his ear, You really need a haircut I rambled in my head.
David folded his hand in mine, kissing it gently, "You found me."
"I promised you, we would be together, someday." I kicked off my shoes and got into his bed. We started nuzzling, alongside with the guitar chords being played outside, that seemed to be floating through the air, into the 'Chambre n.º 193', as the bunny made his way up between our faces.
"You brought Ronnie!" he said, with his voice full of joy. And I corrected "Your mom brought Ronnie, I just took care of him, while you're asleep."
After a few minutes of silence, which we spent by only staring at each other, I finally broke the awkwardness (I mean, it's the first time we are really together and we don't have anything to say...)
Suddenly the memory of a couple of days ago crossed my mind.
The thought of seeing David outstretched on the floor, panting, unable to breath, with his eyes becoming glassy and his cheeks turning red, almost made me cry. He could have died of an overdose.
"Don't ever do that again, okay? I thought you'd died!" I confessed, wrinkling my forehead.
"You know, I like not to feel."
"Wait, what? I thought you were taking anti-depressives--" Right there I acknowledged what was on the top of his bedside table, "Morphine."
I grabbed the vial and threw it against the wall, scattering the pills around the floor.
"What the --" he started to say.
"What the HELL you think you're doing, David?" I shouted at him "The nurse said you didn't need those any more." and pointed, with my opened hand, at the pills on the floor.
He opened again his mouth to reply, but I went on, "First random fact you told me, was that you didn't consume drugs!" I continued to scream at him, drowning my sorrow in the hidden truths he didn't mention "But then you admitted to taking pills, and now THIS!"
"I--" he began stating, but he was cut off.
One of the nurses walked in and asked me to leave. I remained in the same position, waiting for his reply, that didn't come out.
The nurse repeated her order and I listened to it "Fine, I'll go!"
I collected my things and walked out the door, waving good-bye, fighting against the urge of collapsing into tears.
*
The tears were already blurring my vision, when my foot missed the first step of the stairs in front of me.
It was as if I was flying, no, not flying, more like falling,... falling 'cause my sins;
innocence... that was a sin!
But then, an unbearable pain brought me back. First thing I knew was that I had a terrible headache and, with that, the inconvenience of having a broken ankle.
Dear Jesus, was I swimming in a bloody sea?
Sounds like someone cut the fallen angel's wings. Now, I have to endure a painful and merciless life.
How am I going to cope, with the idea of never going to feel the gentle breath of the wind playing with my hair and rubbing my face?
quarta-feira, 8 de maio de 2013
Dream's Seller - Part I
When you give it much of a thought, while you're sitting on the roof of your house, looking at the stars and waiting for dawn; you get to the conclusion that life itself is a circle: we are born, we grow up, we reach the climax of our life and then, we die.
However the world is not only ruled by one circle, in fact, to keep the balance, it has many circles tangled in each other, just like a spider's web.
The Earth spins around its own, following the rotation axis, 11º deviated from the normal, creating the succession of nights and days. Also, like a true believer, the Earth orbits around the sun, tirelessly without complaining, giving birth to the seasons.
In our surroundings the carbon dioxide cycle is always happening , usually trapped inside living creatures, alongside with the matter cycle, triggered by food chains.
In terms of the universe, as everybody knows, scientists suppose it all started with a big explosion named as Big Bang. But what existed before the big explosion? Perhaps the same universe we have nowadays? Perhaps there were planets with double gravity? Maybe there was someone like me... Just trying to find a place in this world!
Anyway, our story begins with a girl called Jo.
On one of those nights, where a slight fog erases pieces of our reality (either physically, or inside our dream borders) while it's drizzling, that's when fate decides to strike (stabilizing the peace once again and eliminating the places where chaos was the leader).
Hanging by a thread, a dream catcher is waving alongside the soft cold wind blowing through the window into Jo's bedroom.
The dream catcher has four distinct sections, incorporating the four phases of life, the four phases of the moon (full moon, waning moon, new moon, crescent moon), the four cardinal points (East, South, West, North) and the respective four elements (Wind, Fire, Water, Earth).
When we face East, there is a bookshelf that covers all the height of the wall. The shelves of the bookcase are full of books, school materials, stuffed animals, family and childhood pictures.
At its very bottom, we can pull out an extended piece of wood to form an improvised desk, where Jo usually does her doodles, sitting on her violet puff. Next to it there is an empty bird's cage, where it once protected a weak and old canary bird. The containers for food and water are still full, as if ready to feed a hungry creature. Also, tied to the cage was the canary's dusty bell. Oz loved to ring it when Jo used to bring friends over. Let's say it was a way to attract human being's attention. Oz even surprised Jo with some unexpected tricks, such as spinning around on one leg, chirping a sad lullaby (when the girls started to talk about the history of their heartbreaks) and simulating a kiss.
Turning to the right, following the clockwise direction, we are at the South side of the room.
Here, there's a common door half covered with a huge poster of Brant Daugherty who Jo considered a perfect actor to perform the role of the fallen angel that turns into a demon in one of the Small feather's books. Hanging on the doorknob a miniature dream catcher holds a small disintegrated photo that brings back memories when Jo was six years old.
In the picture, she was sitting upon a porch of her first home, hugging both of her best friends. One of them was a blue eyed blonde girl named Erin who looked like a pure angel on the outside, but she had a very cunning and mysterious soul. I even dare to say that she was the 'brain' of their pack. The other one was a guy wearing glasses with thick black frames. Behind the glasses, there was two shimmering golden green eyes profiling his face. He was more like the 'Peacemaker', always with a new joke around. At birthday parties he usually was the one playing songs in his guitar and making everyone sing and dance on the stage.
Having some good time!
Unfortunately, they are both dead now.
A twisted man got into their academy and started shooting randomly over school's community. Overall there was twenty-seven dead people. Three employees, ten teachers and fourteen students. Two of them were Erin and Alex.
Jo had skipped school that day.
Due to that fact, she was given the opportunity to see another sunrise, but she blamed herself for not being by her best friends side. She still feels like she had betrayed them somehow...
And that was the day, when everything began to fall apart in Jo's life.
Next to the door is the bed. It's still undone, with its sheets in a complete chaos, clothes scattered all over and with one of the two pillows on the floor, where we can distinguish traces of fresh blood.
Inside the bed there is David, snoring and taking some rest.
After a week of turbulent nights and a high dosage of anti-depressant pills, David finally can pass out toward the dreamland for a few peaceful hours.
Keep turning right, we are now facing the West. The wall's paint is filled with tons of papers picturing various stages of Jo's spirit.
The doodles are organized according to a compass card. The especial drawings are posted by their relevance, following the rules of time, place and feelings; occupying extreme positions in the compass card.
Leaning against the wall there is a eleven year-old dusty guitar, with a pick tucked into its strings and, also, with a necklace of leather with a shark tooth hanging wrapped around the guitar's arm.
Hanging by a gauzy string, a chair shaped as a half-moon appears to be floating in the air, with a Piglet resting on it.
Finally the North.
Upon a wooden table, two screens allow Jo to get into a virtual life, while a breeze caresses her hair tresses, as well as the dream catchers hanging feathers.
Her forearm is bloody mess, blood sneaks out her veins in bearable amounts and she's still holding the mutilation weapon.
In one screen she's listening to heavy metal songs so as to keep her conscious and in the other one, she's playing a social game.
Eternal Eden's Garden:
xPaNick_94: Jo, this dude ish my friend, Eliot.
oEl:r: Hi
!Jhözi: Heyshh
oEl:r: Wazzup?
!Jhözi: nm
xPaNick_94: ...
!Jhözi: Do u remember David-D, Nick?
xPaNick_94: pretty much
!Jhözi: total jackass
Whisper chat:
!Jhözi: and I ish pregnant.
xPaNick_94: r u sure?
!Jhözi: absolutly and I cut me again
xPaNick_94: u promised not 2
!Jhözi: I knowshhh that
oEl:r: maow!
xPaNick_94: bless u
!Jhözi: I ishhh bored, bayshhh
xPaNick_94: bye
oEl:r: nice to meet you, cya around
!Jhözi: u'll hate me
oEl:r: Excuse me?
!Jhözi: like everyone else
!Jhözi is offline
oEl:r: she's on drugs, isn't she?
xPaNick_94: she quitted recently
oEl:r: 15 yo, right?
xPaNick_94: yepper
oEl:r: Is she okay?
xPaNick_94: take a wild guess
xPaNick_94 is offline
A bathtub full of water and rose's petals floating on the surface, is emanating steam to the small bathroom, turning it into an invisible, eerie dimension.
Jo's light weight makes her fragile legs tremble and to stop them, she is distributing her weight by her hands.
Three single blood drops roll down the sink, coming from her cut arm.
When Jo is finally able to open her eyes and focus them in the mirror, she gets disgusted about what she's seeing. Herself...
A slight, thin, pink line in her right cheek is covered with dried blood. A passionate bite mark in her neck, finally stopped bleeding, but the bruise translates raw love instead of a caring one.
A sudden wave of anger flows through her essence and, as a reaction, she raises her fist and punches the mirror, shattering it and leaving her hand full of tiny pieces of it, joined with her own blood.
Sitting down upon the toilet lid, holding the scissor's sharp side against her belly and breathing heavily, due to the increased of adrenalin in her veins. Jo slides the scissor inside her, stridently screaming, at the same time that a thunder mutes the whole neighborhood, with its powerful explosion of sound.
*
Jo jumps into her bed, with her face wet because of the tears, hands, forearm and belly covered in blood, and shouts at David alongside the storm "GET OUT!".
David wakes up with his icy blue eyes wide open "What the he--"
"EVERYBODY...HATES...ME!"she pauses in every word, making its pronounciation sounds stressed.
He holds up one of his hands, that Jo is grabbing tightly and, as he notices the amount of blood she's losing, he, astonished, asks "What's going on, Jo?"
"LIKE YOU CARE," she keeps screaming "YOU'RE JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE..." with this, she starts hitting him in the tummy.
While they're shouting and hitting each other, somewhere in their neighborhood a trigger is pulled, an agonizing scream is released and a crying pray is hummed towards the sky.
The price will be a dream's catcher...
However the world is not only ruled by one circle, in fact, to keep the balance, it has many circles tangled in each other, just like a spider's web.
The Earth spins around its own, following the rotation axis, 11º deviated from the normal, creating the succession of nights and days. Also, like a true believer, the Earth orbits around the sun, tirelessly without complaining, giving birth to the seasons.
In our surroundings the carbon dioxide cycle is always happening , usually trapped inside living creatures, alongside with the matter cycle, triggered by food chains.
In terms of the universe, as everybody knows, scientists suppose it all started with a big explosion named as Big Bang. But what existed before the big explosion? Perhaps the same universe we have nowadays? Perhaps there were planets with double gravity? Maybe there was someone like me... Just trying to find a place in this world!
Anyway, our story begins with a girl called Jo.
On one of those nights, where a slight fog erases pieces of our reality (either physically, or inside our dream borders) while it's drizzling, that's when fate decides to strike (stabilizing the peace once again and eliminating the places where chaos was the leader).
Hanging by a thread, a dream catcher is waving alongside the soft cold wind blowing through the window into Jo's bedroom.
The dream catcher has four distinct sections, incorporating the four phases of life, the four phases of the moon (full moon, waning moon, new moon, crescent moon), the four cardinal points (East, South, West, North) and the respective four elements (Wind, Fire, Water, Earth).
When we face East, there is a bookshelf that covers all the height of the wall. The shelves of the bookcase are full of books, school materials, stuffed animals, family and childhood pictures.
At its very bottom, we can pull out an extended piece of wood to form an improvised desk, where Jo usually does her doodles, sitting on her violet puff. Next to it there is an empty bird's cage, where it once protected a weak and old canary bird. The containers for food and water are still full, as if ready to feed a hungry creature. Also, tied to the cage was the canary's dusty bell. Oz loved to ring it when Jo used to bring friends over. Let's say it was a way to attract human being's attention. Oz even surprised Jo with some unexpected tricks, such as spinning around on one leg, chirping a sad lullaby (when the girls started to talk about the history of their heartbreaks) and simulating a kiss.
Turning to the right, following the clockwise direction, we are at the South side of the room.
Here, there's a common door half covered with a huge poster of Brant Daugherty who Jo considered a perfect actor to perform the role of the fallen angel that turns into a demon in one of the Small feather's books. Hanging on the doorknob a miniature dream catcher holds a small disintegrated photo that brings back memories when Jo was six years old.
In the picture, she was sitting upon a porch of her first home, hugging both of her best friends. One of them was a blue eyed blonde girl named Erin who looked like a pure angel on the outside, but she had a very cunning and mysterious soul. I even dare to say that she was the 'brain' of their pack. The other one was a guy wearing glasses with thick black frames. Behind the glasses, there was two shimmering golden green eyes profiling his face. He was more like the 'Peacemaker', always with a new joke around. At birthday parties he usually was the one playing songs in his guitar and making everyone sing and dance on the stage.
Having some good time!
Unfortunately, they are both dead now.
A twisted man got into their academy and started shooting randomly over school's community. Overall there was twenty-seven dead people. Three employees, ten teachers and fourteen students. Two of them were Erin and Alex.
Jo had skipped school that day.
Due to that fact, she was given the opportunity to see another sunrise, but she blamed herself for not being by her best friends side. She still feels like she had betrayed them somehow...
And that was the day, when everything began to fall apart in Jo's life.
Next to the door is the bed. It's still undone, with its sheets in a complete chaos, clothes scattered all over and with one of the two pillows on the floor, where we can distinguish traces of fresh blood.
Inside the bed there is David, snoring and taking some rest.
After a week of turbulent nights and a high dosage of anti-depressant pills, David finally can pass out toward the dreamland for a few peaceful hours.
Keep turning right, we are now facing the West. The wall's paint is filled with tons of papers picturing various stages of Jo's spirit.
The doodles are organized according to a compass card. The especial drawings are posted by their relevance, following the rules of time, place and feelings; occupying extreme positions in the compass card.
Leaning against the wall there is a eleven year-old dusty guitar, with a pick tucked into its strings and, also, with a necklace of leather with a shark tooth hanging wrapped around the guitar's arm.
Hanging by a gauzy string, a chair shaped as a half-moon appears to be floating in the air, with a Piglet resting on it.
Finally the North.
Upon a wooden table, two screens allow Jo to get into a virtual life, while a breeze caresses her hair tresses, as well as the dream catchers hanging feathers.
Her forearm is bloody mess, blood sneaks out her veins in bearable amounts and she's still holding the mutilation weapon.
In one screen she's listening to heavy metal songs so as to keep her conscious and in the other one, she's playing a social game.
Eternal Eden's Garden:
xPaNick_94: Jo, this dude ish my friend, Eliot.
oEl:r: Hi
!Jhözi: Heyshh
oEl:r: Wazzup?
!Jhözi: nm
xPaNick_94: ...
!Jhözi: Do u remember David-D, Nick?
xPaNick_94: pretty much
!Jhözi: total jackass
Whisper chat:
!Jhözi: and I ish pregnant.
xPaNick_94: r u sure?
!Jhözi: absolutly and I cut me again
xPaNick_94: u promised not 2
!Jhözi: I knowshhh that
oEl:r: maow!
xPaNick_94: bless u
!Jhözi: I ishhh bored, bayshhh
xPaNick_94: bye
oEl:r: nice to meet you, cya around
!Jhözi: u'll hate me
oEl:r: Excuse me?
!Jhözi: like everyone else
!Jhözi is offline
oEl:r: she's on drugs, isn't she?
xPaNick_94: she quitted recently
oEl:r: 15 yo, right?
xPaNick_94: yepper
oEl:r: Is she okay?
xPaNick_94: take a wild guess
xPaNick_94 is offline
A bathtub full of water and rose's petals floating on the surface, is emanating steam to the small bathroom, turning it into an invisible, eerie dimension.
Jo's light weight makes her fragile legs tremble and to stop them, she is distributing her weight by her hands.
Three single blood drops roll down the sink, coming from her cut arm.
When Jo is finally able to open her eyes and focus them in the mirror, she gets disgusted about what she's seeing. Herself...
A slight, thin, pink line in her right cheek is covered with dried blood. A passionate bite mark in her neck, finally stopped bleeding, but the bruise translates raw love instead of a caring one.
A sudden wave of anger flows through her essence and, as a reaction, she raises her fist and punches the mirror, shattering it and leaving her hand full of tiny pieces of it, joined with her own blood.
Sitting down upon the toilet lid, holding the scissor's sharp side against her belly and breathing heavily, due to the increased of adrenalin in her veins. Jo slides the scissor inside her, stridently screaming, at the same time that a thunder mutes the whole neighborhood, with its powerful explosion of sound.
*
Jo jumps into her bed, with her face wet because of the tears, hands, forearm and belly covered in blood, and shouts at David alongside the storm "GET OUT!".
David wakes up with his icy blue eyes wide open "What the he--"
"EVERYBODY...HATES...ME!"she pauses in every word, making its pronounciation sounds stressed.
He holds up one of his hands, that Jo is grabbing tightly and, as he notices the amount of blood she's losing, he, astonished, asks "What's going on, Jo?"
"LIKE YOU CARE," she keeps screaming "YOU'RE JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE..." with this, she starts hitting him in the tummy.
While they're shouting and hitting each other, somewhere in their neighborhood a trigger is pulled, an agonizing scream is released and a crying pray is hummed towards the sky.
The price will be a dream's catcher...
sábado, 27 de abril de 2013
The Guardian - Nicholas Sparks
Plot:
Julie Barenson's young husband left her two unexpected gifts before he died - a puppy named Singer and the promise that he would always be watching over her. Now, four years later, twenty-nine year-old Julie is far too young to have given up on love. She may be ready to risk caring for someone again. But who? Should it be Richard Franklin, the sophisticated, handsome engineer who treats her like a queen? Or Mike Harris, the down-to-earth nice guy who was her husband's best friend? Choosing one of them should bring her more happiness than she's had in years. Instead, Julie is soon fighting for her life in a nightmare spawned by a chilling deception and jealousy so poisonous that it has become a murderous desire...
My opinion:
Nicholas Sparks' books always have that same thought's line - a woman and a man that meet each other and, in one way or the other, they both fall in love.
Nevertheless, the author has that 'spark' when he writes, linking a random novel to eerie events. In this story he bonds promises, human nature and instinct, in one character - Singer (who happens to be my favourite character in the book).
One thing that Nicholas Sparks could explore more, is the fact that every man has a good side and a dark side. In this book Mike is the good guy and Richard is the dark one.
I always find myself wondering about the reasons why Richard had so much bitter, paranoid and revenge inside himself. My conclusion --> genes!
Richard had a troublesome childhood that motivated him towards the dark side of things. Was he capable of loving someone? To be honest, I don't think Richard knew the right definition of love. For him, everything was a matter of 'I'm the only one capable of protecting you, don't you see how perfect our future seems to be?'. Well my friend, manipulating and especially killing people, might not be a very clever way of gaining what you seek for...
One little idea that may catch the readers: Create a character that awakes the goodness in the dark ones.
Now you might be thinking 'But that way, there's no villain!'.
You guys might be right, but hey ho, most of us weren't born to be the well-known handsome 'heroes' and probably most of us are still struggling to find out if our essence belongs to the dark side or the saint one.
You guys might be right, but hey ho, most of us weren't born to be the well-known handsome 'heroes' and probably most of us are still struggling to find out if our essence belongs to the dark side or the saint one.
All this rambling to say that Richard had a dream - Photography.
And just like Nicholas Sparks wrote "You always have a choice. It's just that some people make the wrong one."
segunda-feira, 15 de abril de 2013
Tempted, P.C.Cast
Plot:
So... you'd think after banishing an immortal being and a fallen High Priestess, saving Stark's life, biting Heath, getting a headache from Erik, and almost dying, Zoey Redbird would catch a break. Sadly, a break is not in the House of Night school forecast for the High Priestess in training and her gang.
Judggling three guys is anything but a stress reliever, especially when one of them is a sexy Warrior who is so into protecting Zoey that he can sense her emotions. Speaking of stress, the dark force lurking in the tunnels under the Tulsa Depot is spreading, and Zoey is beginning to believe Stevie Rae could be responsible for a lot more than a group of misfit red fledglings. Aphrodite's visions warn Zoey to stay away from Kalona and his dark allure, but they also show that it is Zoey who has the power to stop the immortal evil.
Soon it becomes obvious that Zoey has no choice: if she doesn't go to Kalona he will inflict a fiery vengeance on those close to her. Will Zoey have the courage to chance losing her life, her heart, and her soul?
My Opinion:
In the sixth book of the House of Night's sequel, the story changes from one character's point of view to another. This really keeps the reader focused in the story.
I loved reading what crossed in Refaim's mind and how he and Stevie Rae imprinted (Yesh, I've gone all crazy about this little 'turned out' in the story). But my favourite part (and that left my mouth literally open :O ) was when Heath tried to catch up with Stark, but got left behind, ending up by listening to Neferet and Kalona's conversation. The description of the labyrinth in St.Clement's island tells us more of what's going to happen, than we can catch up at the first sight. Minotaur, so I heard...
So... you'd think after banishing an immortal being and a fallen High Priestess, saving Stark's life, biting Heath, getting a headache from Erik, and almost dying, Zoey Redbird would catch a break. Sadly, a break is not in the House of Night school forecast for the High Priestess in training and her gang.
Judggling three guys is anything but a stress reliever, especially when one of them is a sexy Warrior who is so into protecting Zoey that he can sense her emotions. Speaking of stress, the dark force lurking in the tunnels under the Tulsa Depot is spreading, and Zoey is beginning to believe Stevie Rae could be responsible for a lot more than a group of misfit red fledglings. Aphrodite's visions warn Zoey to stay away from Kalona and his dark allure, but they also show that it is Zoey who has the power to stop the immortal evil.
Soon it becomes obvious that Zoey has no choice: if she doesn't go to Kalona he will inflict a fiery vengeance on those close to her. Will Zoey have the courage to chance losing her life, her heart, and her soul?
My Opinion:
In the sixth book of the House of Night's sequel, the story changes from one character's point of view to another. This really keeps the reader focused in the story.
I loved reading what crossed in Refaim's mind and how he and Stevie Rae imprinted (Yesh, I've gone all crazy about this little 'turned out' in the story). But my favourite part (and that left my mouth literally open :O ) was when Heath tried to catch up with Stark, but got left behind, ending up by listening to Neferet and Kalona's conversation. The description of the labyrinth in St.Clement's island tells us more of what's going to happen, than we can catch up at the first sight. Minotaur, so I heard...
Weekend's Doodles
It was such a lovely weather this weekend! I've even gone for a walk at the beach, that turned out to be harder than I was expecting (Not going to say why...).
Also, to spend some of my free time, or to take a break during my studing sessions, I scribble these two doodles.
<-- On Saturday On Sunday -->
terça-feira, 9 de abril de 2013
Interesting Stories!
While I was surfing on the internet, I found a few links with great stories.
Better share than keep them to myself, right?
Teen Ink: http://www.teenink.com/
It's a magazin where teens write short stories of all categorities: Fiction, Non Fiction, Poetry and even Draws.
Fiction > Romance > Defying Love: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/romance/article/120040/Defying-Love/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Eternity: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/540326/Eternity/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Characters: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/350345/Characters/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Monster: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/134457/Monster/
Tinker Tales: http://thetinkertoyboy.tumblr.com/stories
I think the guy is from USA, mostly because of the way he writes and he uses fahrenheits as a temperature measure.
Fahrenheits are used by Anglo-Saxon countries, in other words, countries that use English as their official language (USA included).
In a Life Time:
*Gaming - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/13492203222/gaming
*Relationship - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/13338497818/relationship
*Tick Tock - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/12774167770/tick-tock
*To her Lustful Master - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/12589221813/to-her-lustful-master
Better share than keep them to myself, right?
Teen Ink: http://www.teenink.com/
It's a magazin where teens write short stories of all categorities: Fiction, Non Fiction, Poetry and even Draws.
Fiction > Romance > Defying Love: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/romance/article/120040/Defying-Love/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Eternity: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/540326/Eternity/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Characters: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/350345/Characters/
Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy > Monster: http://www.teenink.com/fiction/sci_fi_fantasy/article/134457/Monster/
Tinker Tales: http://thetinkertoyboy.tumblr.com/stories
I think the guy is from USA, mostly because of the way he writes and he uses fahrenheits as a temperature measure.
Fahrenheits are used by Anglo-Saxon countries, in other words, countries that use English as their official language (USA included).
In a Life Time:
*Gaming - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/13492203222/gaming
*Relationship - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/13338497818/relationship
*Tick Tock - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/12774167770/tick-tock
*To her Lustful Master - http://shadesingrey.tumblr.com/post/12589221813/to-her-lustful-master
segunda-feira, 8 de abril de 2013
New Doodle!
I was kind of tired of my drawings not having any colours, so I went to buy a new acquisition: watercolour pencils.
The hair of them is painted with coloured pens, that I found inside one of the countless drawers of my house.
I love the 'computer' draw that I used as a basis to my doodle, and I decided to add little things of my own to it. Subtle things.
The title of my draw is: Eyes, as mirrors to our souls!
Each 'character' in the draw represents a mystery for me:
* Little girls, whose heart always have a special place to a special person.
* Young men, whose mind are such a tempting piece of them.
Sometimes we might get surprised about how much a little girl knows these days. On the other hand, we might get amazed about how caring can a young man be.
Surely it is a world full of wonders and bizarre things in every corner!
sexta-feira, 5 de abril de 2013
Most popular posts of mine that you can't miss!
These articles are chronologically ordered (the ones linked in green are the posts that you surely can't miss):
Fall in love when you're ready, not lonely
Sometimes we need to let things go...
A Kiss that worths a 100 lifes! - Part II
(This article is from a story with nineteen pieces, so if you like this second part, I think you should read the whole story itself)
White Feather
Two souls, one bracelet
No Ordinary Sunday
Radioactive
Fate's Coincidence
Smiling Cat's Purpose
The Unknown
Temptation
Fall in love when you're ready, not lonely
Sometimes we need to let things go...
A Kiss that worths a 100 lifes! - Part II
(This article is from a story with nineteen pieces, so if you like this second part, I think you should read the whole story itself)
White Feather
Two souls, one bracelet
No Ordinary Sunday
Radioactive
Fate's Coincidence
Smiling Cat's Purpose
The Unknown
Temptation
quinta-feira, 4 de abril de 2013
A few Draws of mine!
First of all, my draws are not original. I do not go by the rules, I just create them to spend time and to relax at the end of a day, full of classes and studies.
This doodle was basically the trigger of this 'game of doodles'. I made it from zero point (blank page).
It's more like a 'lucky shot', that actually got out right!
This one brings me memories of someone that used to be special to me. My first doodle of human beings.
I did it a few days after Christmas.
And with this one, I began to personalize my own doodles.
They usually remind me of places, times that have passed and persons.
And this one is dedicated to my favourite anime character - Kaoru - from OHSHC (Ouran HighSchool Host Club).
It was also a way to get through Valentine's Day alive!
This doodle is the most harsh one, that I've ever done (and that ended up presentable).
I love Fallen Angels, and this draw surely represents a strong passion between two creatures that fell in love, but aren't meant to be together.
And many more are coming out soon enough ^.^
This doodle was basically the trigger of this 'game of doodles'. I made it from zero point (blank page).
It's more like a 'lucky shot', that actually got out right!
This one brings me memories of someone that used to be special to me. My first doodle of human beings.
I did it a few days after Christmas.
And with this one, I began to personalize my own doodles.
They usually remind me of places, times that have passed and persons.
And this one is dedicated to my favourite anime character - Kaoru - from OHSHC (Ouran HighSchool Host Club).
It was also a way to get through Valentine's Day alive!
This doodle is the most harsh one, that I've ever done (and that ended up presentable).
I love Fallen Angels, and this draw surely represents a strong passion between two creatures that fell in love, but aren't meant to be together.
And many more are coming out soon enough ^.^
The guy's eyes are a little bit colour faded, but the tension between the couple it's totally cute <3
segunda-feira, 1 de abril de 2013
Temptation
While there's people who stand up and fight, I'm one of those who decide to just walk away and pretend that my problems, as long as my escape gets me, are left behind, far far away.
And of course, before you start a war, you better know what are you fighting for. And this also applies to the ones who prefer to get away.
As for me, I run away from my past, which can't be erased. There's no hope to start again in this world. And because of that, I compelled myself to a non-stop run, as if it would solve all my problems, in a blink of an eye.
I have no idea of where I'm heading to, as long as I don't stop running, everything will find a way out, eventually...
Sooner than I thought, I had to take a break in order to recover my energies. With my left hand grabbing an old grid belonging to an imponent gate, breathing heavily, tucked on myself, memories of why did I run ravaged my mind. His face will never vanish from my head.
It took me five long minutes to realize where the hell I was.
In the middle of a road, where cars come and go so rarely, and somewhere behind the dense and dark vegetation on the other side of the road, there is a village with a tower bell which announces the hours. This when I'm turning to South, and to East 'n West the road extends far beyond my vision can reach. However when I'm facing North, that's when odd feelings start to strike inside my tummy (Yesh, just like butterflies).
A big, centennial house made of stone, steel, wood, glass and tile, which structure seems just like a castle, that faced plenty ages of war (mmhmm, it has a lonely tower, bigger than any of the other ones), blessed with a crystal clear blue lake. The castle rises from the ground as if it was made by the hand of the Goddess.
Unconsciously, I get into the garden of that mythical castle (one way or another, the gate succumbed and opened itself, for me to enter). The garden appears to be infinite and well treated, although that doesn't disguise the traces of sorrow in the leaves and flowers. The trail I blaze, guides me to a gigantic door, with one of those terrifying statues of animals holding a circle in their mouths, as a bell.
Fighting against the urge of turning around and run, I raise my hand and ring the bell, stepping backward then.
Instantly the door slides open, with a loud noise, as if it hasn't been used for a long time.
By the slot of the door, at least half of a dozen pairs of light spots are lurking toward me. I don't have time to think twice, because the owners of them jump automatically over me, pinning me down.
I don't remember of closing my eyes, however there's a short moment that is trapped in my head. A pair of those light spots seemed different to me, drawing my gaze and taking over a special place in my subconscious, and my heart.
When I suddenly open my eyes and steal an amount of fresh air, filling my lungs once again, my vision captures a small Husky puppy with a brown blackened eye, as brown blackened as the sun when it's hidden by the moon in an eclipse day, on the right side of his muzzle; on the other side, the eye acquires the blue contorns of a full moon, pale and metallic, although his expression translates pure caring love.
And then a bond is created between me and the Husky, we both smiled (even with him being a dog) because we knew. Biting my sleeve, he pushes me toward the main door, with the other dogs rushing behind me, leading me inside the house.
A few meters from the main door, there is a staircase that turns to both sides of the house, next to the staircase there's a half covered window, where I can distinguish three shapes.
"Looks like we have a new customer." the lady in red announces.
I open my mouth to justify, that I'm only here because the dogs invited me in, but then I notice that that will sound a bit awkward, especially because the dogs are already gone.
"This is a shop between worlds, the only ones who can find it, are the ones in need, so my little girl, shall I grant your wish?" the lady begins saying these words with a serious expression, ending up with a big sarcastic smile on her face and moving up slightly the flesh (on display) in her chest.
"Daily house tasks; Daily house tasks!" the two small young girls sing repeatedly, holding hands and dancing around the lady in red, as if satellites trapped in their orbit around a planet.
"Wait what?--" I only have time to say.
*
Collapsing backward into the bed, I finally surrender to exhaustation. With my eyes shut and the window barely opened, I start to drift out toward my land full of folclore, bizarre creatures and dark desires.
The half-conscious me starts to feel the twilight fresh breeze playing with my strands of hair, making me relax and down my guard-lines.
This wave of peace leaves my strings of hair behind, passes by my right ear, teasing it with some imperceptible whisper, rolling down my cheekbone and contemplating my neck slowly and protractedly, right before this wave divides itself in two smaller ones, rubbing up and down my chest and ending up by squeezing it, just like human fingers.
With this, my lungs screaming for air and some annoying scratching on the door, reality forces the entrance into my world and I let it in...
All of a sudden, the wave of peace abandons my body, causing an empty feeling in my heart, and exhaustation takes over my body and mind once again. But before that, I'm able to walk toward the door, and let Gilbert (the small Husky puppy with different eye colours) in and leave the door just like it was (closed and locked), checking the keyhole, making sure that is filled with paper (to avoid curious eyes to peek inside).
Gilbert is all jumpy and reclaims my bed as his domain, "No way!" I say, pushing him off my bed. He falls over, barking a squeak and begins to complain in his soppy lonely yelp alongside with his cute big shimmering eyes.
"You should have known better that, that doesn't work with me." pointing out.
Gilbert turns around, climbs up to the porch near to the window and starts to scratch the glass with his paws.
"What is it now?" I ask, a bit annoyed, with my head resting on my crossed arms, while laying on my belly, inside my bed.
He barks at me, as if he is saying Come and see, silly girl.
I manage to get up again (for the second time!) and look out the window, without stumbling in anything, on my way up there.
I have a marvelous view to the lake, but what my eyes capture go beyond that.
Two shapes floating a few inches above the lake tangled deeply in each other. One is laying on the water's surface, with her serene face and a halo (it's impossible not to notice about the enormous white glowing wings of her), and the other one is way smaller, and transfigures darkness. The way he is holding the angelic woman, gives me the sensation that he is sucking her power. Also, that seems to be not, a painful process, but one that provides an unbelievable clímax to both mates. However one has to succumb.
Faced with this scene I close my eyes and squeeze my eyeballs with my hands, telling myself that what I'm seeing, isn't real.
When I open them again, instead of two shapes, there's plenty of fireflies flying through the air, transforming the lake in some eerie dimension.
"Fireflies, how nice!" I admit, switching gazes between Gilbert and the light bugs.
In a blink of an eye the fireflies are dancing into my room, enchanting everything around me.
This spell, this embrace... is so similar to that wave of peace I experienced just a few minutes ago, that the simple memory of it send a shiver through my spine.
Kneeling down to the porch, the fireflies assume the shape of a young man, around my age. His arms block my way out, pressing my existence against the floor.
When he focuses his glare in mine, my brain starts ringing a silent mental alarm. It's him, the guy that keeps appearing in my dreams, Isaac!
"So cute, even after all this time, you still get excited by my presence." his voice is deep and seductive, "That might mean that you are still in love with me." he hums in my ear, moving backward just enough in order to meet my gaze.
Tell the truth, Hannah!
"It Is not that I don't like you--" I begin to say, averting my gaze from him.
"My sweet A-ya. Me and you are bonded. We will be each other's salvation or condemnation." he starts to crawl forward, while I do the same but backward, "Which one will be? Salvation or Condemnation?"
He is, almost, floating over me, and with so much naked skin (except for the jeans).
"I-- I want you to back off!" I try to hide the trembling in my voice, in vain. "And my name is Hannah!"
"Is that what you really want, 'Hannah'?" he emphasizes my name, with a twisted smirk in his face.
Use the power of truth...
I blink, "In this moment, what I really want is to sleep!"
His smile is young and pervy "Then, why won't you come with me, Hannah?"
"Well, y'know if I do that, I wouldn't get much of a sleep--"
He interrupts me, erasing the space between us, by pressing his cold skin against mine, making me purr softly "I could give you so much more, if you only choose to be by my side."
Find the truth!...
"I wish I could believe you. However, whenever you go, death and agony follow. I don't trust you."
"But you could." he insists.
"I don't think so."
"C'mon, my love. One word, YESH, and your life will change forever." his lips are no longer teasing my ear with his harmonic voice, instead, they go down and start rubbing my neck.
In the moment his arms stop blocking me against the floor, I sneak sideways, determined to create some space between us. I need to think, and I can't do that in his arms.
Isaac follows me, this time yarding me against the opening window. I don't need to turn around. I know that the high is stunning and the different tones of colours of the lake await me, deep, deeper inside it.
"You can't run away from me." he squint his hazel eyes. I distinguish his fury lurking beneath his seductive role, "I know your essence A-ya, you ache for my touch."
Isaac's hand rests on my hip, while the other one go up meeting my boob. Isaac slides his thumb by the most sensitive spot, and I feel a freezing emotion of pure satisfaction.
"No, stop it, please." I mean it as an order, but the words are too weak.
"Then, join me and together we will create a new world all over." while he is talking, he descends his gaze to my breast, which he took with both hands, sending cold waves of desire through my body.
Let the truth awake you!
"I want to be with you." I finally say.
His face tranfigures pure sense of victory.
"But the truth is, that I'm Hannah! And I choose my Goddess and the free will!" I scream my last words, throwing myself backwards, into the lake, into it's deepness.
In a far away reality, I still hear Isaac's voice, calling my name.
And of course, before you start a war, you better know what are you fighting for. And this also applies to the ones who prefer to get away.
As for me, I run away from my past, which can't be erased. There's no hope to start again in this world. And because of that, I compelled myself to a non-stop run, as if it would solve all my problems, in a blink of an eye.
I have no idea of where I'm heading to, as long as I don't stop running, everything will find a way out, eventually...
Sooner than I thought, I had to take a break in order to recover my energies. With my left hand grabbing an old grid belonging to an imponent gate, breathing heavily, tucked on myself, memories of why did I run ravaged my mind. His face will never vanish from my head.
It took me five long minutes to realize where the hell I was.
In the middle of a road, where cars come and go so rarely, and somewhere behind the dense and dark vegetation on the other side of the road, there is a village with a tower bell which announces the hours. This when I'm turning to South, and to East 'n West the road extends far beyond my vision can reach. However when I'm facing North, that's when odd feelings start to strike inside my tummy (Yesh, just like butterflies).
A big, centennial house made of stone, steel, wood, glass and tile, which structure seems just like a castle, that faced plenty ages of war (mmhmm, it has a lonely tower, bigger than any of the other ones), blessed with a crystal clear blue lake. The castle rises from the ground as if it was made by the hand of the Goddess.
Unconsciously, I get into the garden of that mythical castle (one way or another, the gate succumbed and opened itself, for me to enter). The garden appears to be infinite and well treated, although that doesn't disguise the traces of sorrow in the leaves and flowers. The trail I blaze, guides me to a gigantic door, with one of those terrifying statues of animals holding a circle in their mouths, as a bell.
Fighting against the urge of turning around and run, I raise my hand and ring the bell, stepping backward then.
Instantly the door slides open, with a loud noise, as if it hasn't been used for a long time.
By the slot of the door, at least half of a dozen pairs of light spots are lurking toward me. I don't have time to think twice, because the owners of them jump automatically over me, pinning me down.
I don't remember of closing my eyes, however there's a short moment that is trapped in my head. A pair of those light spots seemed different to me, drawing my gaze and taking over a special place in my subconscious, and my heart.
When I suddenly open my eyes and steal an amount of fresh air, filling my lungs once again, my vision captures a small Husky puppy with a brown blackened eye, as brown blackened as the sun when it's hidden by the moon in an eclipse day, on the right side of his muzzle; on the other side, the eye acquires the blue contorns of a full moon, pale and metallic, although his expression translates pure caring love.
And then a bond is created between me and the Husky, we both smiled (even with him being a dog) because we knew. Biting my sleeve, he pushes me toward the main door, with the other dogs rushing behind me, leading me inside the house.
A few meters from the main door, there is a staircase that turns to both sides of the house, next to the staircase there's a half covered window, where I can distinguish three shapes.
"Looks like we have a new customer." the lady in red announces.
I open my mouth to justify, that I'm only here because the dogs invited me in, but then I notice that that will sound a bit awkward, especially because the dogs are already gone.
"This is a shop between worlds, the only ones who can find it, are the ones in need, so my little girl, shall I grant your wish?" the lady begins saying these words with a serious expression, ending up with a big sarcastic smile on her face and moving up slightly the flesh (on display) in her chest.
"Daily house tasks; Daily house tasks!" the two small young girls sing repeatedly, holding hands and dancing around the lady in red, as if satellites trapped in their orbit around a planet.
"Wait what?--" I only have time to say.
*
Collapsing backward into the bed, I finally surrender to exhaustation. With my eyes shut and the window barely opened, I start to drift out toward my land full of folclore, bizarre creatures and dark desires.
The half-conscious me starts to feel the twilight fresh breeze playing with my strands of hair, making me relax and down my guard-lines.
This wave of peace leaves my strings of hair behind, passes by my right ear, teasing it with some imperceptible whisper, rolling down my cheekbone and contemplating my neck slowly and protractedly, right before this wave divides itself in two smaller ones, rubbing up and down my chest and ending up by squeezing it, just like human fingers.
With this, my lungs screaming for air and some annoying scratching on the door, reality forces the entrance into my world and I let it in...
All of a sudden, the wave of peace abandons my body, causing an empty feeling in my heart, and exhaustation takes over my body and mind once again. But before that, I'm able to walk toward the door, and let Gilbert (the small Husky puppy with different eye colours) in and leave the door just like it was (closed and locked), checking the keyhole, making sure that is filled with paper (to avoid curious eyes to peek inside).
Gilbert is all jumpy and reclaims my bed as his domain, "No way!" I say, pushing him off my bed. He falls over, barking a squeak and begins to complain in his soppy lonely yelp alongside with his cute big shimmering eyes.
"You should have known better that, that doesn't work with me." pointing out.
Gilbert turns around, climbs up to the porch near to the window and starts to scratch the glass with his paws.
"What is it now?" I ask, a bit annoyed, with my head resting on my crossed arms, while laying on my belly, inside my bed.
He barks at me, as if he is saying Come and see, silly girl.
I manage to get up again (for the second time!) and look out the window, without stumbling in anything, on my way up there.
I have a marvelous view to the lake, but what my eyes capture go beyond that.
Two shapes floating a few inches above the lake tangled deeply in each other. One is laying on the water's surface, with her serene face and a halo (it's impossible not to notice about the enormous white glowing wings of her), and the other one is way smaller, and transfigures darkness. The way he is holding the angelic woman, gives me the sensation that he is sucking her power. Also, that seems to be not, a painful process, but one that provides an unbelievable clímax to both mates. However one has to succumb.
Faced with this scene I close my eyes and squeeze my eyeballs with my hands, telling myself that what I'm seeing, isn't real.
When I open them again, instead of two shapes, there's plenty of fireflies flying through the air, transforming the lake in some eerie dimension.
"Fireflies, how nice!" I admit, switching gazes between Gilbert and the light bugs.
In a blink of an eye the fireflies are dancing into my room, enchanting everything around me.
This spell, this embrace... is so similar to that wave of peace I experienced just a few minutes ago, that the simple memory of it send a shiver through my spine.
Kneeling down to the porch, the fireflies assume the shape of a young man, around my age. His arms block my way out, pressing my existence against the floor.
When he focuses his glare in mine, my brain starts ringing a silent mental alarm. It's him, the guy that keeps appearing in my dreams, Isaac!
"So cute, even after all this time, you still get excited by my presence." his voice is deep and seductive, "That might mean that you are still in love with me." he hums in my ear, moving backward just enough in order to meet my gaze.
Tell the truth, Hannah!
"It Is not that I don't like you--" I begin to say, averting my gaze from him.
"My sweet A-ya. Me and you are bonded. We will be each other's salvation or condemnation." he starts to crawl forward, while I do the same but backward, "Which one will be? Salvation or Condemnation?"
He is, almost, floating over me, and with so much naked skin (except for the jeans).
"I-- I want you to back off!" I try to hide the trembling in my voice, in vain. "And my name is Hannah!"
"Is that what you really want, 'Hannah'?" he emphasizes my name, with a twisted smirk in his face.
Use the power of truth...
I blink, "In this moment, what I really want is to sleep!"
His smile is young and pervy "Then, why won't you come with me, Hannah?"
"Well, y'know if I do that, I wouldn't get much of a sleep--"
He interrupts me, erasing the space between us, by pressing his cold skin against mine, making me purr softly "I could give you so much more, if you only choose to be by my side."
Find the truth!...
"I wish I could believe you. However, whenever you go, death and agony follow. I don't trust you."
"But you could." he insists.
"I don't think so."
"C'mon, my love. One word, YESH, and your life will change forever." his lips are no longer teasing my ear with his harmonic voice, instead, they go down and start rubbing my neck.
In the moment his arms stop blocking me against the floor, I sneak sideways, determined to create some space between us. I need to think, and I can't do that in his arms.
Isaac follows me, this time yarding me against the opening window. I don't need to turn around. I know that the high is stunning and the different tones of colours of the lake await me, deep, deeper inside it.
"You can't run away from me." he squint his hazel eyes. I distinguish his fury lurking beneath his seductive role, "I know your essence A-ya, you ache for my touch."
Isaac's hand rests on my hip, while the other one go up meeting my boob. Isaac slides his thumb by the most sensitive spot, and I feel a freezing emotion of pure satisfaction.
"No, stop it, please." I mean it as an order, but the words are too weak.
"Then, join me and together we will create a new world all over." while he is talking, he descends his gaze to my breast, which he took with both hands, sending cold waves of desire through my body.
Let the truth awake you!
"I want to be with you." I finally say.
His face tranfigures pure sense of victory.
"But the truth is, that I'm Hannah! And I choose my Goddess and the free will!" I scream my last words, throwing myself backwards, into the lake, into it's deepness.
In a far away reality, I still hear Isaac's voice, calling my name.
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