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Hunter Academy: Chapter 1 Chapter 1 A Bedroom Scene 30:52 Melicia StewartHunter Academy: Chapter 1 by soul-evans
Good morning Huntingville. Its sunny and evil free out today, so get up and get out! The smooth masculine voice joked from my alarm clock. He continued to ramble on about how good today was going to be.
I groaned and hid under the covers. I pushed my head harder on to the pillow, allowing the sides to close in over my head, creating a barrier.
After a few minutes, my neck began to cramp up with the pressure of having my head down. I rolled over tossing the poufy comforter to the other end of the bed. It landed softly on my feet and I kicked them off, shoving them harshly to the floor.
A vampire has been spotted outside the city limits last night. No word on where he is now though.
Thank you Gore. In other news-
Gahh! I yelled as I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock, quickly ending the conversation
Cherry Blossom GraveI stand in a field, pink snow falls around me. The sign to me that fall is coming to an end and winter is approaching. Standing there, the soft pink flowers from the surrounding Cherry Blossom trees cover the ground until there's nothing left. I feel like never leaving. In this moment, nothing matters.Cherry Blossom Grave by soul-evans
"Winter." I breathe. I watch the wind carry the word away, I watch it tumble down the hill and get caught in a tree. I want to go save it, but i can't.
"Sam," I hear behind me. I feel no need to turn and look, I know it's my older brother, John. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
He puts something heavy around my shoulders, the jacket from the suit he is currently wearing. He kneels in front of me, his face at chest level, and grabs my hand. I continue to stare at the blowing pink snow. A thought passes through my mind; pathetic fallacy.
"Listen, Sam," he says softly, yet harshly. "I know you're sad. Micky meant a lot to you. But we need to get going, the limo won't wait forever."
The GardenA garden,The Garden by soul-evans
Filled with flowers of every variety,
Every colour of the spectrum shown.
A garden of angelic blooms,
singing a harmonized chorus.
A delicate flower,
Beauty and grace that stands alone,
A scent so magnificient,
All common sense is lost,
Their radiance and beauty almost identical,
Their roots tangled combining as one,
Flowers too beautiful to pick.
All the while,
The lonely Rafflesia arnoldi-hoyre grows alone,
Repulsion is the replica of the other's elegance,
How can one flower stand alone,
In a garden so vast?