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(i think its about vampires and i wrote it in my twilight phase)
Andrea Rosewell
Death is something that everyone has to deal with. Well, actually not everyone, but most people. I had to.
It was June the nineteenth 1998. I was eleven years old, dressed in black and in a car. Driving us to the funeral was Henry RoseweII.( a.k.a. dad) I was sitting diagonally across my mother and could see her face crumpling and tears streaming down her crimson cheeks. It was a face I had never seen before, a face she did not dare show anyone, even her family. My huge inquisitive eyes caught my brother's attention and soon his eyes faced the same direction as mine and he too. saw the torture my mother was going through. Neither of us could understand her pain as neither of us had lost our parents. Yet.
She cried with her children watching from behind a car seat. I was about to comfort my mother but Alec put his hand on my mouth before I could utter a word. Finally. we reached Saint Paul’s Church.
By the time he got out of the car, my mother had already dried her eyes and stopped crying. Maria RoseweII, my mother, was wearing a dull grey dress with ruffled sleeves and a black veil hanging from her black head dress. My nineteen year old brother looked at me with restraining luminous blue eyes, a Iock of blonde hair hanging from the golden field of golden field on his head. He had the same hair and eye colour as our mother.
Alec Rosewell
After the funeral mass, Andrea and I walked hand in hand behind our parents. When our grandfather’s coffin passed by our mother, she literally broke down crying in our father's arms.
On our way home, something happened that would haunt me for the rest of my life. We went into the Ferrari wordlessly. My mother was driving as my father, and my sister had fallen asleep during the mass. I did not blame her, for I too had been kept awake by the cries and comforts heard from the other room for the past three nights. When I think about it now, I wish that I too could have been asleep. I remember that day like the back of my hand. The car was silent, except for the faint sobs coming from my mother and the heavy snores of my father. My sister looked like a sleeping angel, her brown eyes hidden from the world, and her wavy mahogany hair swirling around her shoulders. Then, everything went black.
Andrea Rosewell
I woke up to a glaring white light, At first everything was a blur. Then, the light dimmed and I could see Clearly. I saw a woman in a pin uniform walking towards me with the man in white who was holding a Clip board. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and at my arm.
“Where am I?” I asked, to no one in particular.
The woman in pink answered that I was in the hospital. She gently propped my head up with a pillow. The nurse had red hair and green eyes, I noticed" She somehow looked both scary and nice. I knew I should not have been so judgmental but I just couId not tear my eyes away from those amazing emerald eyes. Then, I remembered Alec.
I asked the nurse where he was but all she did was point to the bed next to me. My brother was staring at me with those blue eyes of his. I asked the doctor where mt parents were, but aII he did was shake his head. My brother glanced at the doctor and said,‘ They didn't make it.’
Five years later
“How was school today?" “I got the part of Juliet in our school musical!” I screamed ”But I thought Romeo and Juliet was a play, not a musical." my brother said, confused. I explained to him how my friend, Violet Kole, had turned the play into a musical by adding some modern songs into it and how my friend Trish had volunteered to direct it. He nodded eyes still on the road. Then, the red light Changed to green, but my brother was too late as he was right in front of a whole cue of cars and we were hit by the entire rampage, our car tilting sideways and crashing into the sidewalk. I woke up to a sudden brightness coming from above me. I sat up but instantly had a splitting headache and fell back on cold, hard, metal. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel so weird? Where was I? What was I doing here? It was these questions that had popped into my head at that exact moment. I tried to see where I was, the hospital maybe, but the hospital had beds, not metal boards...
Alec Rosewell
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, trying very hard to make my vision normal again. Right now, it was blood red. I decided to just let it go and forget it. I had expected to see a blanket over my legs and a jug of water with a lemon floating around, but no. Red Chair. That was normal. Red books. Normal. If this wasn’t the hospital then where was I? I began to panic, feeling a drop of sweat slowly dripping down my forehead. I looked at my hand. It was red too, as I had suspected. I was a monster. Where was Andrea? Was she alright? My throat burned like someone was slowly cutting my throat in half. I longed for something to drink or weak. I suddenly realized that I was extremely lethargic. I felt somebody put a glass into my hand. I did not care what was in it or who had passed it to me, I just drank. It tasted like heaven put into a drink. The moment I drank it, the red cloud that covered my vision went away and I could see clearly again. Then, I saw my sister. Her eyes were red and there was a whole pose behind her. They all had golden eyes, I realized, but Andrea was the only red eyed one there. How had she gotten red eyes? Why did she look so afraid and wary? The pose wordlessly gave Andrea a glass of red liquid and like me, she gulped it down. Then, I saw her eyes slowly dilute into a beautiful liquid gold. It was as if someone had put a small amount of gold paint into a glass of water, stirred the mixture and poured it into her eyes. “ we would like to inform you of a piece of news” said bronze haired man from the pose
Andrea Rosewell.
I could not understand any of this. This was supernatural. How could I suck blood and shimmer in the sun?
How did she do that?
The bronze haired gentleman explained how vampires could either have special talents or one of the gifts of the five talents. I looked at Alec and knew at that exact moment that we were both thinking about the life that beheld us was about to get interesting.
1, 217 words
“it’s how we live. Learn to do it." a crimson haired, emerald eyed female answered.
Fictionpress-not yet
(i think its about vampires and i wrote it in my twilight phase)
Andrea Rosewell
Death is something that everyone has to deal with. Well, actually not everyone, but most people. I had to.
It was June the nineteenth 1998. I was eleven years old, dressed in black and in a car. Driving us to the funeral was Henry RoseweII.( a.k.a. dad) I was sitting diagonally across my mother and could see her face crumpling and tears streaming down her crimson cheeks. It was a face I had never seen before, a face she did not dare show anyone, even her family. My huge inquisitive eyes caught my brother's attention and soon his eyes faced the same direction as mine and he too. saw the torture my mother was going through. Neither of us could understand her pain as neither of us had lost our parents. Yet.
She cried with her children watching from behind a car seat. I was about to comfort my mother but Alec put his hand on my mouth before I could utter a word. Finally. we reached Saint Paul’s Church.
By the time he got out of the car, my mother had already dried her eyes and stopped crying. Maria RoseweII, my mother, was wearing a dull grey dress with ruffled sleeves and a black veil hanging from her black head dress. My nineteen year old brother looked at me with restraining luminous blue eyes, a Iock of blonde hair hanging from the golden field of golden field on his head. He had the same hair and eye colour as our mother.
Alec Rosewell
After the funeral mass, Andrea and I walked hand in hand behind our parents. When our grandfather’s coffin passed by our mother, she literally broke down crying in our father's arms.
On our way home, something happened that would haunt me for the rest of my life. We went into the Ferrari wordlessly. My mother was driving as my father, and my sister had fallen asleep during the mass. I did not blame her, for I too had been kept awake by the cries and comforts heard from the other room for the past three nights. When I think about it now, I wish that I too could have been asleep. I remember that day like the back of my hand. The car was silent, except for the faint sobs coming from my mother and the heavy snores of my father. My sister looked like a sleeping angel, her brown eyes hidden from the world, and her wavy mahogany hair swirling around her shoulders. Then, everything went black.
Andrea Rosewell
I woke up to a glaring white light, At first everything was a blur. Then, the light dimmed and I could see Clearly. I saw a woman in a pin uniform walking towards me with the man in white who was holding a Clip board. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and at my arm.
“Where am I?” I asked, to no one in particular.
The woman in pink answered that I was in the hospital. She gently propped my head up with a pillow. The nurse had red hair and green eyes, I noticed" She somehow looked both scary and nice. I knew I should not have been so judgmental but I just couId not tear my eyes away from those amazing emerald eyes. Then, I remembered Alec.
I asked the nurse where he was but all she did was point to the bed next to me. My brother was staring at me with those blue eyes of his. I asked the doctor where mt parents were, but aII he did was shake his head. My brother glanced at the doctor and said,‘ They didn't make it.’
Five years later
“How was school today?" “I got the part of Juliet in our school musical!” I screamed ”But I thought Romeo and Juliet was a play, not a musical." my brother said, confused. I explained to him how my friend, Violet Kole, had turned the play into a musical by adding some modern songs into it and how my friend Trish had volunteered to direct it. He nodded eyes still on the road. Then, the red light Changed to green, but my brother was too late as he was right in front of a whole cue of cars and we were hit by the entire rampage, our car tilting sideways and crashing into the sidewalk. I woke up to a sudden brightness coming from above me. I sat up but instantly had a splitting headache and fell back on cold, hard, metal. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel so weird? Where was I? What was I doing here? It was these questions that had popped into my head at that exact moment. I tried to see where I was, the hospital maybe, but the hospital had beds, not metal boards...
Alec Rosewell
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, trying very hard to make my vision normal again. Right now, it was blood red. I decided to just let it go and forget it. I had expected to see a blanket over my legs and a jug of water with a lemon floating around, but no. Red Chair. That was normal. Red books. Normal. If this wasn’t the hospital then where was I? I began to panic, feeling a drop of sweat slowly dripping down my forehead. I looked at my hand. It was red too, as I had suspected. I was a monster. Where was Andrea? Was she alright? My throat burned like someone was slowly cutting my throat in half. I longed for something to drink or weak. I suddenly realized that I was extremely lethargic. I felt somebody put a glass into my hand. I did not care what was in it or who had passed it to me, I just drank. It tasted like heaven put into a drink. The moment I drank it, the red cloud that covered my vision went away and I could see clearly again. Then, I saw my sister. Her eyes were red and there was a whole pose behind her. They all had golden eyes, I realized, but Andrea was the only red eyed one there. How had she gotten red eyes? Why did she look so afraid and wary? The pose wordlessly gave Andrea a glass of red liquid and like me, she gulped it down. Then, I saw her eyes slowly dilute into a beautiful liquid gold. It was as if someone had put a small amount of gold paint into a glass of water, stirred the mixture and poured it into her eyes. “ we would like to inform you of a piece of news” said bronze haired man from the pose
Andrea Rosewell.
I could not understand any of this. This was supernatural. How could I suck blood and shimmer in the sun?
How did she do that?
The bronze haired gentleman explained how vampires could either have special talents or one of the gifts of the five talents. I looked at Alec and knew at that exact moment that we were both thinking about the life that beheld us was about to get interesting.
1, 217 words
“it’s how we live. Learn to do it." a crimson haired, emerald eyed female answered.
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