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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:26 pm
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Human Form
Demon Form
This is Airis, Airis may look like an ordinary girl but in reality she's a demon. She was once an ordinary human until she met Malestia a dark goddess. Airis's heart ached from a heart break so she gave her soul to the goddes in return she would turn her into a demon and make it where she could never love another again....
The cold breeze blew lightly through Airis's long wavy brown hair. She had been standing on the doc for 2 days waiting for her beloved Joshua to reture for her as he promised. She stood there with tear filled eyes and a broken heart. Another day passed. She hadn't eaten, nor slept in 3 days. She laid down and cride, soon after she fell fast asleep. When she awoke there was a note between her fingers tha read.
Good bye Airis I have fallen for another. Your heart means nothing to me now. You were nothing but my little game, a mear toy for me to play with until I found somthing better. Don't bother looking for me. I am far from you now. Good bye.
Josh
Airis cried her heart out she cried and beat on the doc until her hands bled out. "Is some thing wrong my dear sweet girl?" a voice spoke. "Only a broken heart." she replyed.
"Aww, darling I can make it all better. Forget that boy, I can make it to where you'll never feel again. All for a price of course." "A price?" "Only a small price to pay. Give me your soul and You'll never suffer pain like this again." "My soul?" "Yes deary. Your soul." "And you promis I'll never feel again? Correct?" "Of course." "Very well then. You may have it." "Alright love, in order to never feel again you must become a demon, for demons can't love. Just write your name in blood on the doc."
Airis took her bloody hands and wrote her name. The goddess snickerd and shoved her hand through Airis's chest, She pulled out not only a soul but a heart as well. Airis's eyes emptied and she bled out until there was nothing left. She gasped, and looked up at the goddess.
"You, you, witch." "You'll get your end of the deal love. Now close those eyes and sleep."
Airis's eyes flutterd shut and she blacked out. When she woke up she looked much different then before. She didn't feel anything, her eyes were lifeless. And her body was colder the ice. She sat down at the edge of the doc, and looked out into the water. Some say she is still there waitiong for the one that will never come to her.
((Edited: I finished it, not sure if anybody will like it. I write alot so if you want me to write you anything just pm me))
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:50 pm
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This is Jacqueline Osbourne. Her nickname is Ozzy or Oz, mostly because it sounds more boyish. Ozzy was a normal, five year old girl. Her parents seemed to love each other and they seemed to love her, but she didn't care. She knew that they would still be home when she got there. She skipped home like any normal, five-year-old girl would do. She opened the door to her house and looked inside. It was quiet. Usually there was music playing or the voices drifting from the TV room. But not today. Today it was dead silence. Only her heartbeat and the staggered sound of her own breath at the site of her home. The usually clean white carpet shone red in some places. In others, glass from the coffee table shimmered in the afternoon light. Ozzy looked around again. Is this some sick joke? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something to make my parents think that I didn't want them here? The questions raced through Ozzy's head. The questions of teenagers and young adults filled her young brain until she couldn't handle it. She walked further into the house. "Mom... Dad," she yelled, her voice cracked with worry. What if they aren't here? What if they've left? Or-- Ozzy gulped, trying to clear her mind. But her mind showed her what she didn't want to see. But not just her mind was showing her. She saw them. She saw her worst nightmare come true. There were her parents, blood covered their nice, bright colored clothes. They were mangled, twisted in ways that looked so unnatural, there was no way that the bones there weren't broken. Their faces were frozen, their eyes wide in horror, as they were when they died. Ozzy couldn't think. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Her mind was blank now, but she couldn't scream. Couldn't walk to the phone, and even if she could, she was five. She didn't know what to say. She'd never dreamed that she'd have to say it. She stumbled towards her mangled parents, allowing her hand to touch her parents faces. Hot, wet blood covered her palms. She screamed, she yelled, she cried. She heard the front door slam closed and she felt warm hands grab her by the waist and pulled her back. Ozzy tried to push against the arms that held her now, trying to get back to her mom and her dad.
She ended up in a foster home and has been there ever since, and she still has the image of her parents mangled and bloody in her head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:06 am
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