Friday, November 27, 2009
Still in NY
I've now had the best pizza in the world twice this week. In Riverdale, in the Bronx, there is this one place called Salvatores of Soho. THEY HAVE THE BEST PIZZA IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep.
Listening to Second Chance by Shinedown. I borrowed the copy of Midnight for Charlie Bone, the first in the series, that I gave my cousin, 'cuz he hasn't read it yet, and I'm rereading it for who knows how many times. Started this morning. Should be done by one tomorrow afternoon.
Coming home tomorrow. I'll post pics and stuff... Yeah. Bye!
Cheerio, peeps!
P.S. I wrote a new story for Twi. I might post my ideas on Sunday, or something.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
So long
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
NYC
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Keeping on Without You by This Providence (Official Music Video)
EEEKKK!!! <3
Cheerio, peeps!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
HE IS DEAD!!!!!!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Reborn
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The Name of the Game covers
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Prologue-1777
Prologue-1777
James Ward woke up staring at the canopy on a bed. He blinked his eyes, trying to remember. He had been somewhere… He shook his head, trying to remember, and promptly cracked it against the headboard.
“Ouch!” he cried out in small pain, but mostly surprise.
He heard a little giggle, that sounded almost like; “Abigail?” James’s voice shook as he asked, almost afraid to know the answer, whether or not it was his dead little sister.
“No,” said the girl. James immediately knew it wasn’t her, even without the negative answer. “I am sorry. But, no, I am not a ghost, nor a demon. I am not here to haunt you.” She answered all his unspoken questions.
“Who are you, then?” James was rough with his question. He was a soldier, even though he was only 15. He had fought in the front lines with General Washington. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by a little girl.
“You know me. I saved your life.”
“It was you?!” he asked in great surprise as his memory came back in a flood. He had been shot in the arm, in searing pain. He had tried to go back to tents, but he wasn’t quick enough. He was going to be shot, either by a red coat or one of their cannons, as he lay on the ground, bleeding, but he had been pulled out of the way with his uninjured arm. He had lost consciousness after that.
“Yes.” Her answers were always simple, straight to the point. It was very frustrating; she hadn’t gotten to the points he wanted to cover a single time yet. To add insult to injury she was still hiding in the shadows.
“Well, could you at least come out, then? I need to be able to thank you properly, after all,” James coaxed her.
The little girl stepped into the light of the few candles in the room. Her hair was black and very long. It was tied up in a way he had never seen before. Her hair was up in two ponytails, on the sides of her head. She wore a long white dress with flowing sleeves, like the princesses in some of the illustrations of the books he had read to Abigail when she was very little. Her eyes were pitch black, but they seemed very kind, to him.
“Who are you?” James asked again. “Are you a witch?”
“No, I’m not a witch. But close. I am a goddess. My name is Twilight Dawn.”
“And what do you have to do with me?”
“By saving your life I have put many things in motion. There is a future ahead for us both that will be different than anything either of us has ever encountered. And you will be my brother throughout it all.”
“What?” he was so confused.
Twilight smiled slightly. “I am not human, but you can tell, of course, can’t you. You have no reason to stay human. You will become like me, and out of choice, too. You will be reborn.”