Once Upon A Time

It has been sagte that those with no words often have the most to say.


New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead herz rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...

This is just an excerpt, so it might be kinda confusing, but still, let me know please!

"    She was surrounded, there was no way to go, no where to turn. Circling around, trying to formulate a plan, a stab of pain coursed through her veins, bringing her to her knees. Another shot brought her a face-full of colorful carpet. Someone from behind tied her hands together in some unknown bindings and pinned her thrashing body to the ground with the help of a few others.
    “Check her.”
    That voice… where Have I heard it before?
    One...

The last time

The Tag was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked Von the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, oder maybe even Mehr than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Piano before...

Once upon a time there was a little place called the 13 colonies. In one of these colonies lived little old m,e Angelina, but there was something different. In my colony, everyone was the same; we all had Tiere grew crops and so on, but I was special. Originally, I lived in Paris, France with my mother and father. After my father died when I was just a baby, my mother noticed that I had a gift that only few had in our family. I was a Witch.
My mother feared for my safety and made a deal with her sister. Her sister was a specialist in the dark arts of magic. Mother didn't trust her, but she...

Once upon a time, in a perfect world there stood a perfect rosa schloss guarded Von a perfect number of perfect fluffy Pferde and surrounded Von a perfect Wand of perfect rosa flowers.
In the perfect schloss there lived a perfect, perfect girl with a perfect life. Her perfect name was perfect: Serenity Lianna Honeyblossom Sweetytreat Sparkle cupcake Beauty Mary Sue.
She was always paid Von authors to star, sterne in their Bücher and act like the perfect dream girl; aka a Mary Sue. She lived in Storyland, where all the ideal characters lived until they were picked for a story and then dropped back in after....

Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Du should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...

Life.


Life is what Du make it, a recipe that could either end in disaster, oder turn out great.

Some people get an advantage, they start off with better ingredients. But at the end of the day, the person that worked the hardest, gets the best result, no matter how they started.

Never think that Du can't beat that person who has every ingredient ready-made, because they happen to have that start in life. If Du are dedicated to what Du do, then there's nothing to stop Du getting to that same stage. oder above that stage. Du just have to be determined, talented at what it is Du want to do, and...

As the Bentley pulled into the huge garage jane smiled to herself gently. I felt Edward stiffen Weiter to me.
"What is it?" I mouthed I felt my eyebrows pul together in mystification, as he shook his head it must have been bad then what she was thinking.
"Move it I don't have all Tag and neither do your family." She cackled like a witch on halloween.
I fought back a snarl- that was out of line and Jane seemed the type who would use your family against Du in a fight.
"She was thinking about the tortures they had put Esme and Carlisle through. They let them get- Du remember how thirsty Du were before...

I hate when Du walk away from me
because I'm always scared that Du won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when Du don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like Du don't see that
I hate every time Du touch me instinctively
because Du always make me want to hold you,to KISS you
I hate every time Du talk...