Dejé mi corazón abierto. Pero tú no entendiste. No viste lo que en realidad ha sucedido. Quise explicártelo pero sabía que no entenderías. Me considerarías demente, loca, pensarías que he perdido la cabeza. Que la he perdido por ti.
No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.
Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti. Yo solía ser diferente, solía volar por todas partes, nadie notaba mi presencia, pero yo podía realizar gran cantidad de cosas, tenía los poderes necesarios.
Pero de todas las personas que encontré en el camino y de todas las que sé que nyasi, nyasi kavu en el mundo ¿Por qué tuve que circundarte a ti?
Mi pecado fue la ingenuidad. Fue no haber considerado las opciones. Yo sabía que había reglas que seguir, y sabía cuál era el costo de romperlas.
Los ángeles no se pueden enamorar de los mortales. Pero yo sí pude. Y por eso perdí mis alas. Por eso no puedo volar más. Por eso ya no tengo poderes sobrenaturales. Por eso me escondo de todos. Por eso dejo que sólo tú te me acerques.
No quiero que el mundo me vea, porque no creo que ellos entiendan. Siendo sinceros ¿Quién lo entendería?
Ahora aprendiendo a ser una humana, la miseria me alcanza. Ahora entiendo, lo que es no obtener lo que uno ama. Mi alma, si es que se me ha concedido una, llora y se encierra en sí misma. Sufro dolores que jamás sufrí. Dolores que no se pueden ver, dolores que están, como lo dicen los humanos, adentro del corazón.
Pero nunca dejé de protegerte. Y cuando todo parezca, estar a punto de derrumbarse, yo sólo quiero que sepas quien soy.
Soy tu suerte. La suerte que fue aleatoriamente escogida para ti.
Deberías saber que todos tienen un ángel guardián. Algunos tienen alas, otros, amor para dar. Yo tengo todo mi amor para ofrecer, pues soy una criatura extraña en un mundo desconocido que me aterra y me hace sentir insegura todo el tiempo.
Así que soy tu ángel guardian. Sé que lo soy. E incluso si tengo que protegerte, siempre te amaré… secretamente.
No puedo decir que la perdí completamente, pero puedo contarte lo que he perdido por ti. Ahora soy normal y detesto ser de esta forma. No puedo volar si soy esto, sólo estoy encadenada a ti, por un vínculo que ni tú ni yo hemos podido decidir.
Pero no voy a quejarme de estar ligada a ti. He aprendido a aceptarlo. He aprendido a vivir. Todo gracias a ti. Yo solía ser diferente, solía volar por todas partes, nadie notaba mi presencia, pero yo podía realizar gran cantidad de cosas, tenía los poderes necesarios.
Pero de todas las personas que encontré en el camino y de todas las que sé que nyasi, nyasi kavu en el mundo ¿Por qué tuve que circundarte a ti?
Mi pecado fue la ingenuidad. Fue no haber considerado las opciones. Yo sabía que había reglas que seguir, y sabía cuál era el costo de romperlas.
Los ángeles no se pueden enamorar de los mortales. Pero yo sí pude. Y por eso perdí mis alas. Por eso no puedo volar más. Por eso ya no tengo poderes sobrenaturales. Por eso me escondo de todos. Por eso dejo que sólo tú te me acerques.
No quiero que el mundo me vea, porque no creo que ellos entiendan. Siendo sinceros ¿Quién lo entendería?
Ahora aprendiendo a ser una humana, la miseria me alcanza. Ahora entiendo, lo que es no obtener lo que uno ama. Mi alma, si es que se me ha concedido una, llora y se encierra en sí misma. Sufro dolores que jamás sufrí. Dolores que no se pueden ver, dolores que están, como lo dicen los humanos, adentro del corazón.
Pero nunca dejé de protegerte. Y cuando todo parezca, estar a punto de derrumbarse, yo sólo quiero que sepas quien soy.
Soy tu suerte. La suerte que fue aleatoriamente escogida para ti.
Deberías saber que todos tienen un ángel guardián. Algunos tienen alas, otros, amor para dar. Yo tengo todo mi amor para ofrecer, pues soy una criatura extraña en un mundo desconocido que me aterra y me hace sentir insegura todo el tiempo.
Así que soy tu ángel guardian. Sé que lo soy. E incluso si tengo que protegerte, siempre te amaré… secretamente.
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came kwa the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came kwa the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a shabiki fiction of the novel, Darker Still, kwa Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in upendo with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present siku New York, 13 mwaka old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced kwa a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed zaidi often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in upendo with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present siku New York, 13 mwaka old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced kwa a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed zaidi often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I upendo being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
au get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I upendo being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
au get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for wewe to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering wewe with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can upendo be tamed? No
upendo is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do wewe dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for wewe to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering wewe with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can upendo be tamed? No
upendo is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do wewe dare to play a fire's game??
Evlynn
OK, so, with the holidays and the business of school, I have decided NO party chapter. I won't be able to write it for a while, anyway. So, let me just put it this way:
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still Marafiki with Skye, but, being with the maarufu crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a moto started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on Marafiki terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
Over the span of.. let's say 6 weeks, Miranda, Sam and Alexander became better friends, and Sam still had a crush on Alex. Sam was still Marafiki with Skye, but, being with the maarufu crowd, was pulled away and restricted from "hanging with the nobobdies."
Soon, Skye's friendship with her became a hatred and a moto started and now, she hates Sam. So, Sam, Alex and Marie are all on Marafiki terms (Alex and Sam.. well, lil' higher) and Skye is frienemies with Sam.
