Lovesick Melody

I am #1 . fyi .

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 22:26:12 GMT

Because ljapp is dumb, my posts may be erratic. =] but they will be tagged! Becuase I can do that.

So I'm room cleaning. Think of it as before school starts cleaning. cause spring cleaning isn't any fun!! =p

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MTV - THE LEAK

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:58:36 GMT

part 1

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 06:46:33 GMT

I'm sitting sideways in a chair in front of the the slwoly dying fire. My sketchbook lies in my lap and a pencil is caught in my relaxed fingers. I hear footsteps cross the room, then a squeak emits from the only couch. I turn my head slightly to see the intruder of my quiet domain.

It's her, in her goddess like beauty. The burning embers merely enhance her natural pulchritude. I stare at her, unable to tear my eyes away. As quietly as I can manage, I pick up my sketchbook and begin to draw her. I look up at her momentarily, and I notice that only her eyes are focused upon me. My body tenses up, which forces me to pause. Her eyes dart back to the fire, aloowing me to continue drawing in silence. A few minutes pass, and her eyes are fixed upon me yet again. Her entire head swivels slightly in my direction.

"What are you drawing?" she questions suddenly. Her voice rings clear, loud in the thick silence. I jump, not even seeing her lips move. She stares pointedly at my sketchbook, as if it will be the one to answer.

"Nothing," I reply, recovering from the shock of her addressing me directly. I shut my book, hoping she never actually did see the drawing. She leans towards me, her dark hair cascading about her shoulders. She gives me the smile I had always loved, the one that always appears to be warmer than the one she gives him constantly.

"May I look?" she asks politely, gesturing at the book in my lap with a small wave of her hand. I open and close my mouth wordlessly, stunned into speechlessness. She shifts herself, so she's sitting within a metre of me, the chair arms the only thins separating us. She places her hand gently on my wrist and says, "Don't worry, I won't laugh. I'm sure you're amazing." I'm still too shocked to say anything. "I promise," she adds, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her perfect lips. I sigh and hand over the sketchbook reluctantly. She takes it, and almost instantly begins to flip throught it. I watch her, wondering how much I'll be regretting this decision later, when she smirks and points to one page. "What's this supposed to be?" she inquires. I can tell she's trying not to laugh, even though she's containing it well. I glance at the drawing, and my heart does a backflip.

"It's supposed to be a tree, I believe. One of my friends did that, and he can't even draw decent stick people." I snort at the memory of his extremem failed attempts at drawing. She doesn't laugh, but continues through the pages. She stops again at what I know is the last filled in page.

"Is... is this what you were drawing?" she queries in a small voice. She tilits her head foward, and her hair falls like a curtain, covering her face. I can't tell now if she appreciates the drawing or not.

"Yes," I respond, in an even quieter voice. I feel my cheeks heat, and fill with colour. I sink into the seat at a meager attempt to hide my face.

"Oh. Wow. You're... really good, you know. I mean, it actually looks like me." She stares at it, unblinkingly. She then closes the pages in silence, and hands the book back with a faint smile.

"Thanks," I reply, taking it from her outstretched hand. The silence ebss back in slowly, making me realize how tired I am. Time ticks by, anf Ifeel like it's been hours, thoughI know it's only been minutes. She yawns, and her eyelids flutter with the threat of sleep.

She rests her chin in the palm of her left hand, and sighs. "I'm so glad today is staurday," she murmurs. The firelight dances across her face, and I smile.

"Me too. Pity we're not allowed into town though." I tihnk about this, and frown. My candy stash is rtunning low and I desperately need to get more.

"Next week though, isn't it?" she asks. She's still gazing into the fire, and I doubt she's seeing it at all.

"Yes," I answer, forgetting all about the candy. I look over at her, trying to figure out what was off about her tone.

"Lovely," comes her reply, her voice thick with sarcasm.

I can't remember the title of this story, but it's the first part, it's not done yet, and it has nothing to do with the prologue.

the prologue

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 05:29:36 GMT

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves as the small girl makes her way through the forest. She laughs as the flowers tickle the tips of her fingers. Soft summer rain begins to fall, releasing the true scent of the colourful flowers.

Suddenly, the plentiful greens disappear, as does the summer rain and the magnificent smell. The girl blinks in confusion, but continues her way forward. She looks around, her confusion slowly giving way to fear. There's no sound, except for the girl's quickened pace and her steady breath. The trees are now bare and rotting.

"Annaleise," whispers a voice. It's a horrid sound, similar to nails on a chalkboard.

The girl shivers and whips around. Her hazel eyes widen with fear and shock. Goosebumps rise on her fair skin and she shivers yet again.

Standing by one rotting tree trunk, is a tall, skinny creature that could've passed for human once. He's pallid, his skin decomposing, and there's no flesh what so ever on his left hand and forearm. His facial features are sharp and his teeth are yellow and pointed. A pungent, fetidness comes off him.

The girl turns green and gags, taking a step away from the terrifying creature.

"Welcome, my darling Annaleise. It's been years since I've seen you. Too long, I think. Time passes.... so slow here. I never really expected to see you while you were young." He smiles, and spreads his arms. An apparent warming gesture, but it looks more deadly now.

The girl cringes at his voice, and takes another step back.

"So beautiful, charming. I wonder what brings you here to me today." He strokes his bony chin with his fingers, and hums a morbid funeral march.

"Who... who are you?" the girl asks, taking the moment to back away some more.

"Tsk, tsk, Annaleise. I'm disappointed with you. I hoped would remember a creature as malignant as myself." He sighs and shakes his head mournfully. "Perhaps, some punishment is in order?"

The girl realizes abruptly that he had been creeping toward her the entire time. She gasps with dismay, knowing instantly that she will never get away from him, and escape his clutches. Her knees threaten to give way under her, and it requires all her strength to stop them from shaking.

"Yes, Annaleise," he says, putting his hands together. The corners of his mouth lift up into what seems to be a sneer. "I am one you cannot elude. I am..." His sneer changes into a smirk. "Your worst nightmare."

He cackles, a stentorian, cruel laughter. The girl's eardrums throb painfully and she shudders violently. Unable to scream, she clutches the sides of her head, and collapses on the dirt path. The sadistic laughter fades and the melancholic scene goes black.

i still think i can't write. but i still like this. and this is the third time i've posted this. lol.