A butterfly. How delicately she flies, how softly her wings indent the breeze, so fragile, so yet undeniably beautiful. She had often found herself wondering, how such a faint being can take flight, against the continuous forces rising against her. Yet once again the wings keep beating, unfazed and unaltered Von fear. Can a being with such a dainty appearance remain true of heart, when all around her seems lost?
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each gegeben choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, oder are Du riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this Frage a Jahr ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told Du with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden gras, grass beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined Von another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one Tag become no Mehr than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing Mehr than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once Mehr filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once Mehr be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each gegeben choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, oder are Du riding with a wind of triumph, with endless gumption?
If Lila was to answer this Frage a Jahr ago, she most probably would have met it head on and her brash and incoherent way of thinking would have decided upon the easiest answer, a lie. She would have told Du with total conviction that she was happy. Its so easy to lie, her mind wondered again, no one gets hurt that way. As she lay on the damp, sodden gras, grass beneath her she could so easily have lie once more.
The distraction came at last from a speck of water, that landed harsh against her check, then joined Von another and the gentle pitter- patter of the heavens began. Her mind once again launched into an ferocious internal battling, this time with the concept of moving. Now this could prove immensely difficult.
Eventually her mind gained the higher ground and her bodies feeble attempt of disagreement fell with what had now turned into a fully fledged down-pour.
This was quite tediously common of Crookhaven, the rain fell as easily as the perpetual sound of Perry Cider into pouring into pint glasses, as local merchant sailors frequented the local public house and amerced themselves in deep conversations about the ‘good-old days’. An Ye old Fish, as it was appropriately named, was a typical pub. Lila had always avoided it just as much as her irrational, bag of a grandmother, the smell of ash trays and incandescent light was enough to make her begins to relish in the idea of wondering into the precipitous rocks of old Isorease.
Lila, herself, could not actually pint point in her knowledgeable and quite substantial mind, when there had ever been any sign of the ‘good-old days’ in Crookhaven. As far as she was concerned the only time she could remember, was when a professor Lane introduced her to the concept of Global warming. This, as far as she was concerned, was the only plus side to the endless, repetitive lashing of waves, that filled her apparently condemned head, constantly. The idea that the island on which she believe kept her captive, would one Tag become no Mehr than an indistinct rock, thrilled her beyond belief and managed to somehow keep her afloat in a place she would never, call home.
She wanted nothing Mehr than to sprout wings and fly back to civilisation, although doubts once Mehr filled her head, could she, invisible, normal and totally descript little Lila, survive in the real world, exciting and invigorating. She could not even approach, let alone be friend the monotonous people who occupied that which most called school, what hope would she have, none, there would be coffin ready and waiting at the dock of the mainland and before her insignificant feet even touch perfection, it would once Mehr be snatched from her grasp and they would nail her inside with a note ‘ Lila Meyers, not worth the effort’.
This though made her chuckle, as the dark, matted, mess that was once a golden brown lay limp on her pale face.......................
Summit Entertainment seizes up the Weiter three books
LOCATION: Forks, cont.
THE SKINNY: Despite TWILIGHT not even being out in theaters yet, Summit Entertainment knows they have something major on their hands.
The studio has scooped up the rights to the Weiter three novels in Stephenie Meyer's teen vampire series. Not only that, but TWILIGHT screenwriter Melissa Rosenberg is already planning to write scripts based on the Sekunde and third books, NEW MOON and ECLIPSE. A writer has not yet been attached to the fourth book, BREAKING DAWN.
TWILIGHT, which introduces audiences to the relationship between regular teenage girl, Bella, and a vampire, Edward, will be out in theaters this Friday.
The 22-year-old Twilight star, sterne recently sat down with E! Online and dished on the upcoming film and what exactly he thought was weird about it all. “Sometimes Du feel uncomfortable Lesen this thing [the book] and I think a lot of people would feel that it is…and in the same way it’s kind of voyeuristic. It’s kind of like a sick pleasure…It’s really honest, really, really honest and that’s kind of what’s weird about it.”
OK EVERYONE IS LIKE TOTALLY HEAD OVER HEALS FOR EDWARD AND WHEN ALL COMES DOWN TO THE FACTS EDWARD JUST LEFT HER WITHOUTH THE APPROPRATE GOODBYE. JACOB WHOS WAS THERE FOR HER ALL THOSES MONTHS EDWARD WAS GONE. THE PROTECTED HER AND LET HER IN ON HIS WEREWOLF SECRET WHILE MAINTAINIGN A REALATIONSHIP WITH HER EVEN THOUGH HIS wolf PACHK sagte NO. THATS TELLS ALOT ABOUT WHAT KIND OF FRIEND JACOB IS AND THEN OUT OF NOWHERE EDWARD COMES BACK INTO HER LIFE.WAT A LOOSER. AND THEN BECAUSE OF THE TREATY ITS LIEK EDWARD EXPECTS BELLA TO JUST STOP BEING JACOBS FRIEND. EDWARD JUST NEEDS TO TRUST BELLA I MEAN WATS CHANGES NOW SHES KNOWN HIS SECRET SINCE BEFORE EDWARD CAME BACK AND THEN SOME.
Hey ladies! Ok, I wrote this the other Tag while I was at work. I had my head down on the desk, sat up, wrote it, and put my head back down. LOL I ask that Du don't use it without my permission, as it is my original work. But here is a little poem I wrote, that I thought Du Twilight obsessed Fans might like. I kind of pictured Edward after I wrote it and reread it. There are lots of people (including people who Du might be dating right now) that this can apply to. Enjoy and tell me what Du think!
Young girls think of Liebe and picture a prince.
Women, who have loved and been hurt see not a prince but the truth.
Just a man, imperfect and unsure.
But it's those memories of Prince Charming that make them keep loving, even without hope.
Taleah Elizabeth Cox
April 12,2008
Young girls think of Liebe and picture a prince.
Women, who have loved and been hurt see not a prince but the truth.
Just a man, imperfect and unsure.
But it's those memories of Prince Charming that make them keep loving, even without hope.
Taleah Elizabeth Cox
April 12,2008
Twilight Fan-Fiction
Cake scene
~Bella's Point of view~
I felt my herz pumping,My lovely daughter was getting married to jake it's like my whole life was turned around,Renesmee with jake I so happy when I see Jacob with a suit he reminds me of my dance with him at my wedding
~Edward's point of view~
"Bella,I'm so happy our daughters getting married"
I saw Jacob walking towards us with a happy smile
~Jacob's point of view~
'Hey Bella,Edward I can't believe that it's me and renesmee's wedding"
I was so scared inside and happy on the outside,Everytime I see Nessie with the Beautiful Wedding kleid I feel so happy and exciting, I over Heard Edward calling my name over the loud. Music,I bet it won't be good........TO BE CONTINUED;)
Cake scene
~Bella's Point of view~
I felt my herz pumping,My lovely daughter was getting married to jake it's like my whole life was turned around,Renesmee with jake I so happy when I see Jacob with a suit he reminds me of my dance with him at my wedding
~Edward's point of view~
"Bella,I'm so happy our daughters getting married"
I saw Jacob walking towards us with a happy smile
~Jacob's point of view~
'Hey Bella,Edward I can't believe that it's me and renesmee's wedding"
I was so scared inside and happy on the outside,Everytime I see Nessie with the Beautiful Wedding kleid I feel so happy and exciting, I over Heard Edward calling my name over the loud. Music,I bet it won't be good........TO BE CONTINUED;)