Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Preview of SappyLoveStupidness story

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? Running. Just running. Can’t stop. Must not stop. To dangerous to stop. Have to run. Run away. From everything. Keep running. Running. Running. Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb The scene changes. Dark. So, so dark. Can’t see anything. Where-? Someone. Someone is behind me. Hands grab my arms. A voice whispers in my ears “One slip and it all ends…” Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold Once again the scene changes. Dark. Not as much as before. But still dark. The sky is lit up by the moon and the stars. It’s beautiful. But the loneliness, is suffocating. A scream echoes around me. Who? Who is screaming? Realization hits me, and I find that it is me who is screaming. Why? I don’t know. It’s the silence I suppose. And the loneliness. I feel like I’ve been here forever. Until you find it there and lead it back home ‘Forever’ Wake me up I’m in a room. But there’s nothing around me. White light is everywhere. But apart from me and the light, there’s nothing else. I fall upon my knees and tears escape from my eyes. Once again, I don’t know why. (Wake me up inside) ‘One slip and it all ends’ I can't wake up ‘Forever’ (Wake me up inside) ‘Forever.....’ Save me I’m back. Back in the darkness. With the stars and the moon. I’m still screaming. I’m still crying. I’m loosing my mind. (Call my name and save me from the dark) “Arkaniayara” “…Y-Yes?” “Wake up, you idiot.” “…huh?” “We’re late” “….er…” “Anna Bella Karen, get the hell up.” Eyes open up to darkness……or sunlight and a best friend x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x This is a preview of a story I thought of. It starts in a dream. Above is the dream. Yada yada yada. Tell me what you think. Also, I need a title. And I need to know what kind of story to make it. (eg. Angst/Horror/SappyLoveStupidness..er..I mean romance) Bring Me To Lie belongs to Evanescence. (the lyrics in red)

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