Bye-Bye creative writing blog

SO i have two blogs and this one i don't need, seeing i don't have creative writing class any more. So this is my last post on here. BYEBYE;)

Crazy

Eyes are the windows to the soul. You can see their souls. Every day while looking into my teachers eyes I've never saw the evil that resided there. All i saw was a boring old man with glasses and thinning grey hair. As he droned about antigens and antibodies all i could do was take notes and listen to his teaching.
i never knew what he really way, no one knew. Then he changed. As he sat in the back of the class while we took our test, his skin began to bubble. no one saw it. we were all concentrating on their test. His skin bubbled silently as fell to the ground. A black skin replaced it. His face became distorted and his eyes fell out leaving two giant oles in his head. His mouth split wide and went around his whole face showing his too white razor sharp teeth. His back arched till his arms almost touched the ground. His spine became sharp as the sharpest blade and came to the surface of his skin, splitting it apart and oozing green blood. His hands turned to large hooked claws.
That's when someone turned around to ask a question.
That's when all the chaos broke out. Our large private school - from preschool to seniors - turned to a horror house. Everyone in the school died that day except two, the teacher who was never found and me. I heard everyone's screams. No one could escape. He was too fast even to see. No one knew there was trouble until it was too late. People were found with their blood drained, their necks broken. their eyes gouged out, or this hands sliced off. I was left alone. I don't know why, but i was left alone. I didn't know what to do. I called the police with shaking hands once the scream stopped in less than 3 minutes. I ran around looking at the gore, looking for other survivors. I looked at everyone i saw everyday dead and taken apart. I was the only one alive. The police didn't show. Others did. They took me to a hospital. My parents never showed. The school wasnt even on the news. All the parents minds were erased that they ever had children. All evidence was destroyed - including the school and bodies. I didn't know this at that time of course. I was in a hospital hoping that i was truly insane and that all i saw i imagined. Then they told me i had a mental disease that i've always been like this. I've always been in this hospital for seeing illusions and hallucinations. They made me take medicine. I wanted to believe what they said. I wanted to forget those vivid images from my brain.

Rainy Days Make Me Think of Him

The rain makes me think of him. Whenever it rained in those last couple of months I would see him out there, in the boat, watching how the rain makes ripples on the pond's greenish water. His brown hair would sick onto his forehead and dripped onto his long eyelashes. His dark clothes would become even darker.
"You know, " He'd say out loud, "the ripples in the water is like people's actions. If someone does something it affects the people around them just like one small drop of water can effect the stillness of a large pond."
I wouldn't say anything about it; i'd just watch as he'd row back to the dock and go into the house.
I didn't like him going out there; I'd tell him to stay inside - to stay warm. He wouldn't listen to me though, he never really did listen to me. He didn't act like himself those last couple of months; I didn't expect him to, really.
There were small moments when I got him fully back, either when he watched our old home movies or when he fed the ducks like we did every Sunday morning. I would see his face light up, but then only a few seconds later a dark frown would be there again. All the time he was dark, sad, lonely. No matter what i said or did. he'd act like he couldn't hear or see me.
"Someone's actions effect the ones around them."
He'd tell me that one fact, he knew it. If he knew it so well, why did he put a knife to his neck that one rainy day in April. Because simply he thought no one was there around him to effect.
I left him, years before that April day, along with out parents. It was a rainy day that day when the roads were full of puddles. We hit a patch of water too fast... We ended up flipped into a ditch upside down. We drowned that day, leaving him waiting for us at home.
I didn't really leave him though. I came back to him and watched over him the best i could. I watched hi cry over our deaths, I watched him move far away from all his friends to our only relative. I watched him suffer through middle school and some of high school with absolutely no friends. I watched him become so stressed and sick. I watched him curse the name of God and cut his wrists with his eyes full of tears, believing he had no one there for him. He couldn't hear me. He couldn't see me.
So one day i had to watch him row out onto that lake for the last time. I had to watch his eyes fill with tears. I had to watch him grit his teeth to stop himself from screaming out from the hurt he held inside his heart. And i watched him take his own life.
A sixteen year old boy, who felt so alone, suffered so much that he open his own throat to take away the pain he felt on the inside. To make it all end.

The Colors of Fire draft thoughts for later

background: Alora Calantia is heading towards the main city in the 13th Ascendancy. She is with Conway, the Great Hound of the Plains. He is next in line to be throne in the ____ Ascendancy. She is also with ____ a tree creature of Ascendancy. They are being lead into the heart of the crater by two ____ twins of the .....

The heat of the desert is almost too much, but it feels amazing against my skin. I pull my hair into a ponytail to let the sun hit the back of my neck. Conway leads the way before me. Sweat covers the back of his grey shirt. He walks just one stride before the twins who are supposed to lead the way. I give a small chuckle, he always has to feel in charge. 

No one is in the streets. I can feel their eyes watching. i can understand how strange this all must look. Two of the strongest ____ in the sword, but also the 13th Ascendancy's ....., the next throne of the _____ Ascendancy, a human, and the 13th Ascendany's greatest enemy beside the Kendrion - a creature of the Hill. 

I look into the rock structures around me. Then i see it. Their eyes glow in the darkness of their rock caves. All are watching as we walk down the main road towards the middle of the crater. I stop looking at the eyes looking at me and turn to look at the large fire wall surrounding the large crater.

It swirls with different colors and makes elaborate designs high into the air. 

The colors are something i can't even begin to explain. Not only are they colors from our rainbow at home, but colors never seen on Earth. Colors that i didn't think exists, but i didn't think any of this could exist. Not only is the fire shield full of colors, but so is the dirt, rocks, and sand beneath my feet.

This whole planet is full of light and color. It amazes me.

I mean knock on wood!"

I turn around me place two knuckle taps on _____ side. He looks down at the gesture and looks back at me with one eyebrow raised, "Did you just-"

The Mr. part 2

I was in an accident? "Oh," i reach up and touch my head, "Who are you?"
The lady chuckles and brings her warm eyes on mine, "I'm Barbra, but everyone calls me Momma."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Well, yeah. You aren't in a hospital though. You're at the Mr.'s house. He told me to take care of you. He's out at a meeting right now, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."
Another blossom comes through the window, distracting me. She takes the IV from my arm and leaves the room for a brief second.
Once she comes back in the room she sighs and sits down on the side of the bed, placing her hands in her lap, "Since you're awake, could you tell me who you are? Maybe give a number so that I may contact your parents? I'm sure they're worried sick."
I stare at her blankly. Who am I?
"I I-I can't remember." I look at her frantically, "I can't remember. I don't know my name. I don't even know my parent's name. Do i even have parents? Oh."
"Honey-honey, calm down. The memory loss is probably from that hit to the head you took. You don't have to worry. Your family is probably out there looking for you and they'll find us. Either that or we'll find them. The Mr. is a powerful man. He'll find them."
She places her hand on mine, "Everything will be fine."
She stands up and limps towards a door. Soon after i hear the running of water and i see steam coming from the room.
Her head pops out of the door, "Come take a nice relaxing bath. You've been out for a couple days," she pinches her nose, "You need it."
I laugh at the old woman and go towards the bathroom to take the well needed bath. My mind keeps trying to dig into itself, trying to get the information that it lost.

My goals in life

Because my graduated brother left his senior year book at school the previous year, i was asked to bring it home. Being ADD, i couldn't stop looking at it as i was supposed to do my homework. I ended up reading every single page of the seniors long term goals in life. It really made me think...what are mine?

I really think my goals in life is to travel the world, gathering information, learning all that i can about other cultures. I want to take notes about the different people and what their daily lives are. I want to dive into their stories and find out just what made them who they are today. Then i want to take that information and make real characters with real problems. 

Then while I'm traveling the world i want to find beautiful sites, places i've never dreamed existed. I want to take pictures of those places and put them into my setting journal, I want to write how i felt when i was there, what emotions the place brought forth in me. 

I would also want to take pictures of unusual people. People who would have you going, "WOW."

Then i would have characters and settings. I would have real life in a character. I would have beauty in the settings. Then with all the knowledge i've gathered, I would want to write a book.

Not only do i want to write a book, but i would also want to take amazing photography of people and the world. I love making scenes and finding ways to make a shoot memorable and fun. 

I also would like to find the man of my dream, of course.

I would want to help people as much as I can and bring Gospel to those who haven't heard it. I would want to be remembered for saving someone's life one day.

Dang, i didn't realize how much i wanted to do. I have way too many lives i want to live...

The Tears of Blood part 3

Ashley woke in a room full of white. She narrowed her eyes to a squint as she rose to a sitting position. It was a large room with white walls and a giant window covering the wall opposite to her bed.  The bed was king size with white sheets and a beautiful white comforter with white flower designs stitched into it.

“You’ve been sleeping for quite some time.” A deep voice said from her right.

Ashley grabbed her covers and pulled them around her as she turned to face the man. He was tall and had black slacks on and a white button down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up and showed off his huge muscles. His face looked as though it was carefully sculptured by the greatest artist. His dark brown eyes gazed down at her patiently.

“Wh-who are you?” Ashley asked uneasily.

His lifted his hand and brushed his black hair from his sad eyes, “I am Aftiel. You’ve been gone for a long time. You’ve made a lot of us worry.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been missing for almost nine years. Not any of us could find you until the Tribulation began. Then I was sent to fetch you. Tell me one thing though,” he said while taking a few steps closer to her bed, making her scoot backwards, “Why were you crying?”

Suddenly, as if the dam holding all her memories fell back all at once, the memories came back to her: the waterfall, the orphanage, her parents, blowing out the candles on her birthday, opening presents on Christmas, going to church every Sunday, her friend’s smiles, and her mother’s open arms as the building fell, crushing her body. Ashley wrapped her hands around her head, her mouth opening in a scream. The windows shattered and the curtains tore. Aftiel was suddenly next to her on the bed, pulling her into his arms.

Then all the pain melted away. He stroked her hair and hummed a lullaby as if he were trying to get a small child to fall asleep. Ashley looked down and saw that her white dress was spotted with red dots. A few more fell from her chin. Hastily she wiped at her face in horror.

“I’m bleeding, why I am bleeding?” she asked as she looked at her bloodstained hands.

“That’s what happens when we cry,” Aftiel said with sadness filling his voice. “We shed tears filled with blood.”