The Battlefield-Twilight by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
The Battlefield-Twilight
The Battlefield
Jasper
The leaves, tinged orange, fell gracelessly to the ground. The dirt, a deep shade of red, looked bloody. What was left of green grass had been covered by dead twigs, and somewhere, dead bodies. I watched Alice shake her head as she explained about the affects of Operation Polo. Her face was fit into a shape of hatred. I put my hand on her shoulder, twirling her into me. Her arms already worked their way around my body in a hug.
I unwrapped her from me and she laughed, pleased now, her mind far away from the 17 polo grounds in Hyderabad. I took her hand and spun her, watching her beautiful lithe body dance
The Angel--Twilight Fanfiction by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
The Angel--Twilight Fanfiction
The Angel
Rosalie Lillian Hale
My hand swept across his hardening chin. I watched him wither in pain against the cold metal table that Carlisle had laid him upon. I winced every time he flinched. I picked up his hand and stroked it, trying my best to be gentle and slow.
The wilder beast I chuckled low under my breath, the wilder beast
I continuously looked back and forth from Carlisle to him, wondering. The last minutes of his life and he had called me an angel .I pondered, would he still think that way once he was complete? Had I truly defied the set image in my mind of myself being a
Chapter Quote:
Death is more universal than life, everyone dies but not everyone lives.
A. Sachs
Sebastian Grimm was dressed in white, entirely in white. He was surrounded by white walls and white floors, and even a white ceiling. He hated the color, despised it with every fiber of his very being and often wished he could bring something into this world of nothing. Some yellows or blues maybe if they had color surrounding this place someone would be well again. It was color that the patients needed, not the color of nothing, white.
He sighed, the holidays would be coming upon them sooner then they were ready. It was almost time
She sat there, alone and cold, broken and beaten, just waiting. Waiting for what? She constantly asked herself. Waiting for someone to save me? Her mind would always answer for her, There is no one. Shed feel a sharp sting shed long grown use to in her wrist and then everything would go black.
This to her was her daily schedule.
She was not allowed to think, eat, or open her eyes. She was condemned to live a life she could not. She was near death almost, and it was to a point that everyone knew about it. In this day and age she lived in a Mad house, literally at that. In this day and age she could not be who she wanted because w
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
Its another day, with another hour going by. Theres another minute spent unwell, and there goes the seconds, too. Time was so slow and so abundant. I watched as people rushed on, in a hurry, but for what? In the lives of people, time was short and they had to fill it up quickly, busy themselves to keep from feeling the emptiness that I felt now, that I was trying very hard not to feel.
I wondered what happened with that never ending feeling of timelessness. Where had that gone? Had I left that too alone with my wi
W.W.T.E.- Pencil Strokes by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
W.W.T.E.- Pencil Strokes
Angela's Point of View
Don't go forward, don't look out into what you do not know…
Two strokes, straight line, curve, mark, dash, squiggle…
Tap, swish, tap, knock, knock, tap, knock, brush, blow…
There were black pencil marks that ran across the entire page, each different from one another. In some odd way these lines created letters that formed into words that created something completely different. A story of some sort was formed, or maybe an algebra equation was finished and complete. In my case, it was the beginning of a story, but yet it worked more like a disturbed thing then anything I had originally intended. I'd never been much
"I cannot spread my wings
As seemingly as it is
I cannot take flight
In the swirling wind"
It was supposed to be different this year, I was suppose to have my freedom. I felt like I was trapped in a swirling mass of confusion, things were being thrown at me left and right. Half the time I didn't understand what was going on, it was a constant struggle for survival you could say. I wanted to shed my past experiences and start over like I had hoped and begged everyday for. I wanted to shed my torn up wings that held so much on them and fly around with beautiful new ones.
"I cannot seem to fathom
All the colors in your soul
I cannot seem
The Truth About Forever- Macy's Point Of View
Good Charlotte- Misery
Take a look around don't you see it?
See that you are the only real face in the room
No one here has a clue what you're feeling
Don't feel bad keep your sadness alive
I took two steps into the classroom. Students sat at their proper places, a group of girls were huddled at their table chewing gum and whispering about the latest 'Hot Topic.' I looked around, my book bag sagged on the floor from my hand, I lifted it up pathetically and took my seat, staring blankly ahead.
Everyone's eyes had turned to me and they made a face I later dubbed as The Face. Their heads were
Girlfriend-April Fools Special by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
Girlfriend-April Fools Special
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
(Lauren's POV)
I rolled my eyes, of course Bella and Edward would get together. I hate them so much. And, like, seriously, I should be the one going out with Edward. I mean, we were perfect together, both hot, both awesome and popular in our on way. We'd be like, totally perfect.
I mean, really.
Bella wasn't even graceful.
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
He totally likes me, you can so tell. H
We Write The Eternal Things by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
We Write The Eternal Things
Nous Ecrivons Des Choses Eternelles
We Write The Eternal Things
-x-
Fate controls everyone's Life.
Forever, and Eternally.
"You're all the same! Arrogant! You think nothing of anyone but of your own souls!" Elizabeth screamed the sound echoing throughout her soul.
James stared at her, his ocean eyes swirled as hurricanes of explosions formed. "Is that what you think? Has it ever occurred to you that others may have the same mind level such as yourself??"
Elizabeth laughed darkly, someone such as herself would never be equal to anyone else, no one could match her intelligence. It was how the world worked for her. "Yes! That is exactly w
The Battlefield-Twilight by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
The Battlefield-Twilight
The Battlefield
Jasper
The leaves, tinged orange, fell gracelessly to the ground. The dirt, a deep shade of red, looked bloody. What was left of green grass had been covered by dead twigs, and somewhere, dead bodies. I watched Alice shake her head as she explained about the affects of Operation Polo. Her face was fit into a shape of hatred. I put my hand on her shoulder, twirling her into me. Her arms already worked their way around my body in a hug.
I unwrapped her from me and she laughed, pleased now, her mind far away from the 17 polo grounds in Hyderabad. I took her hand and spun her, watching her beautiful lithe body dance
The Angel--Twilight Fanfiction by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
The Angel--Twilight Fanfiction
The Angel
Rosalie Lillian Hale
My hand swept across his hardening chin. I watched him wither in pain against the cold metal table that Carlisle had laid him upon. I winced every time he flinched. I picked up his hand and stroked it, trying my best to be gentle and slow.
The wilder beast I chuckled low under my breath, the wilder beast
I continuously looked back and forth from Carlisle to him, wondering. The last minutes of his life and he had called me an angel .I pondered, would he still think that way once he was complete? Had I truly defied the set image in my mind of myself being a
Chapter Quote:
Death is more universal than life, everyone dies but not everyone lives.
A. Sachs
Sebastian Grimm was dressed in white, entirely in white. He was surrounded by white walls and white floors, and even a white ceiling. He hated the color, despised it with every fiber of his very being and often wished he could bring something into this world of nothing. Some yellows or blues maybe if they had color surrounding this place someone would be well again. It was color that the patients needed, not the color of nothing, white.
He sighed, the holidays would be coming upon them sooner then they were ready. It was almost time
She sat there, alone and cold, broken and beaten, just waiting. Waiting for what? She constantly asked herself. Waiting for someone to save me? Her mind would always answer for her, There is no one. Shed feel a sharp sting shed long grown use to in her wrist and then everything would go black.
This to her was her daily schedule.
She was not allowed to think, eat, or open her eyes. She was condemned to live a life she could not. She was near death almost, and it was to a point that everyone knew about it. In this day and age she lived in a Mad house, literally at that. In this day and age she could not be who she wanted because w
"I cannot spread my wings
As seemingly as it is
I cannot take flight
In the swirling wind"
It was supposed to be different this year, I was suppose to have my freedom. I felt like I was trapped in a swirling mass of confusion, things were being thrown at me left and right. Half the time I didn't understand what was going on, it was a constant struggle for survival you could say. I wanted to shed my past experiences and start over like I had hoped and begged everyday for. I wanted to shed my torn up wings that held so much on them and fly around with beautiful new ones.
"I cannot seem to fathom
All the colors in your soul
I cannot seem
Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
Its another day, with another hour going by. Theres another minute spent unwell, and there goes the seconds, too. Time was so slow and so abundant. I watched as people rushed on, in a hurry, but for what? In the lives of people, time was short and they had to fill it up quickly, busy themselves to keep from feeling the emptiness that I felt now, that I was trying very hard not to feel.
I wondered what happened with that never ending feeling of timelessness. Where had that gone? Had I left that too alone with my wi
W.W.T.E.- Pencil Strokes by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
W.W.T.E.- Pencil Strokes
Angela's Point of View
Don't go forward, don't look out into what you do not know…
Two strokes, straight line, curve, mark, dash, squiggle…
Tap, swish, tap, knock, knock, tap, knock, brush, blow…
There were black pencil marks that ran across the entire page, each different from one another. In some odd way these lines created letters that formed into words that created something completely different. A story of some sort was formed, or maybe an algebra equation was finished and complete. In my case, it was the beginning of a story, but yet it worked more like a disturbed thing then anything I had originally intended. I'd never been much
The Truth About Forever- Macy's Point Of View
Good Charlotte- Misery
Take a look around don't you see it?
See that you are the only real face in the room
No one here has a clue what you're feeling
Don't feel bad keep your sadness alive
I took two steps into the classroom. Students sat at their proper places, a group of girls were huddled at their table chewing gum and whispering about the latest 'Hot Topic.' I looked around, my book bag sagged on the floor from my hand, I lifted it up pathetically and took my seat, staring blankly ahead.
Everyone's eyes had turned to me and they made a face I later dubbed as The Face. Their heads were
Girlfriend-April Fools Special by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
Girlfriend-April Fools Special
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
(Lauren's POV)
I rolled my eyes, of course Bella and Edward would get together. I hate them so much. And, like, seriously, I should be the one going out with Edward. I mean, we were perfect together, both hot, both awesome and popular in our on way. We'd be like, totally perfect.
I mean, really.
Bella wasn't even graceful.
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it's not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend
He totally likes me, you can so tell. H
We Write The Eternal Things by Lights-Sin, literature
Literature
We Write The Eternal Things
Nous Ecrivons Des Choses Eternelles
We Write The Eternal Things
-x-
Fate controls everyone's Life.
Forever, and Eternally.
"You're all the same! Arrogant! You think nothing of anyone but of your own souls!" Elizabeth screamed the sound echoing throughout her soul.
James stared at her, his ocean eyes swirled as hurricanes of explosions formed. "Is that what you think? Has it ever occurred to you that others may have the same mind level such as yourself??"
Elizabeth laughed darkly, someone such as herself would never be equal to anyone else, no one could match her intelligence. It was how the world worked for her. "Yes! That is exactly w
"No, Edward, I'm fine." I protested as he tried to coax me into sleeping. I was sitting on my bed, cross-legged with my arms folded. I hadn't slept soundly for some time, always worrying about the future.
Edward had grown tired of not hearing me talk in my sleep and my lame excuses for not taking a ticket to dream world. I didn't want to tell him my increasing fear of what would happen at the end of senior year. The vampires and the werewolves had made a treaty many years before I was born, the vampires could stay as long as they didn't bite a human.
And at the end of this school year (which was fast approaching) that treaty would be broken
MOVED TO NEW ACCOUNT ~Dipteron (https://www.deviantart.com/dipteron)
'Ello. I'm looking for an editor/beta for a new story I'm working on that isn't as serious as Insensible but loose and freeflowing and downright hilarious (I hope)
Yuuuusss. It is a love story because I'm such a sap.
Noooooo. It is not in a girl's POV, it's a guys.
Yuuuuuuuuus. I am elborating The Slapping At the Greyhound and all of it's related stories in a first person POV (Aarin's) in a book called "Notes to Self" title may be changed but so far I like.
And omg yes.
I do have a beginning middle and end.
Rock. On. Riiight?
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Which I probably won't o-o
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L.C.
Hey! I don't mean to be annoying but I'm currently writing a story and it would be awesome if i could have your opinion. It's kind of a twilight fan fiction. [link] I would be Super Grate full if you read it.