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...Breathless... « Thread Started on May 11, 2007, 9:00pm »
Okay. I will post my story here. It takes place in modern years. Sara is the main charecter. It starts with a poem.
...Breathless...
By Haley Gottardo
A Shining light,
The Breathless Site
In the Night.
The city below,
As people flow,
In the darkness of the night.
Pure of heart,
Hope and faith,
On silent wings I take flight.
It is magic.
It is true.
Is this real?
What is it to you?
There is no doubt,
That I said,
And I flew.
Feelings of joy,
Wash over me.
Fill my heart with all that is good.
Set aside all hatred.
With the moon, the stars and the sun,
The heavens above,
Small clouds below.
Midnight night is near.
I am here.
On wings I fly.
Openly,
I touch the sky.
I shall never come down.
You can't keep me on the ground.
Wings not yet broken.
I am untouched.
And the sight,
It just
Pulls me in,
I lose my breath,
But soar.
This is…
Timeless…
Motionless…
Weightless…
Most of all,
This is truly,
...Breathless...
Prolog (shortened version, cause I can't type it all now)
When you opened this journal, what did you expect? Some diary about an ordinary girl who is so caught up in herself and her social life, and boys? Or about some depressed outcast who has a terrible life and decides she wants to commit suicide or do drugs and crime? Well in this you may get neither or both. (Okay, not really. I'd never kill myself or do rugs for that matter) But that's not the point, though. Being some tiered, down to Earth girl(that is literally bored to death with her routine life.) I wanna see some action! (but not to intense) I wanna do something like save the world as a super hero or what ever you see in those movies.. I wanna see a ghost, solve a mystery, or something. Well, I'm going to be bold and honest here. No lies and cleanly. More about me? Well my physical appearance is I have straight dish water blond hair past my shoulder blades. I have gray-blue eyes. Fair skin with some freckles. I'm five and a half feet tall and skinny, but not that skinny. I still hate my legs. I'm not an athletic person, but I am smart. I get straight A's usually. I really wish I could change my appearance to look perfect, but I might just get that chance. I also got on the internet a lot. My nickname is Star. I have one best friend, but she moved away. I'm an artist in many ways. I like to collect gems. That all for now. But since you picked up this journal of mine, don't stop reading. Please! Your life and mine may depend on it. Keep on reading! Go! My name is Sara Carlson and today (August 17th, but I found out it was really August 14th) I turn four-teen. This is my story, about the day that changed my life forever. It will never be the same.
1
What could a Girl want more than anything on her birthday? An i pod, some Music, a guitar, maybe, but were you expecting a pair of wings? I did't think so. No girl actually expects to get wings or powers. It just happens like puberty (but most people actually expect that) I live in a world you may not understand. Okay, so maybe you do. It's a world filled with hate and danger. A world were no one is safe from anything. The world needs help There never has actually been super heros. Only average heros such as fire-fighters and police men. Even just a regular person can be a hero. You can make a difference. But they're not going to cut it. Well, back to the magic thing. My birthday is August 17th, but we decided to celebrate it on August 14th. That night, at midnight something really weird happen that cause my life to change, and here's the story now. It had be a wonderful birthday party. Strange things had been happening all day. I've heard voices when no one said anything. I've seen things when no one was there. I felt chills and other foreboding feelings. To top it off my head and back have been aching all day long. At least my cake and presents were good. My favorite present had been a new CD of my favorite singer. To bad I didn't get a new i Pod. After all the guests left, I went up stairs to my room. I put my Cheyenne Kimbell CD in my boom box. I also received new art materials for my birthday. So it was only after seven. I just lied on my bed and drew what ever I felt like. I drew a forest scenery, like the one not far from our house. Actually, my back yard is forest. Behind the in ground pool, swing set and shed, pretty much were the wood is. Last summer I discovered a narrow path behind the shed. Since we only moved here three years ago, no one seemed to wonder what was back there. I had walked the trail before, but not far enough. I only got as far as a small pond which I used to go there to draw frequently. It was my quiet secret spot. (I only told one other person about it, and that was my friend. But this summer I hadn't really gone to it much.) My drawing was starting to look better. I shaded it in. My hand was starting to cramp. I shaded in a lake in the picture. For some reason I drew a larger lake in this clearing. I set my art stuff aside. It was about nine. I took a shower. The shower felt good against my throbbing head and back. I had been sitting in my stuffy room. I put my periwinkle and white cloud pajamas on. The shirt that went with the pants said “Angel” and had white wings and a halo on the word.
(more as soon as I type it up! I got over 18 pages of journal I wrote on so far!!!)
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