Sarah a Vampires Tale(need help, open to suggestions)
I felt my face. I traced the outline with two of my fingers. This wasn't my face. This clearly felt like someone else's. But I already knew this. The reason this did'nt feel like my face even though it was was because I had become something. It /was a something. I knew it wasn't human, that I wasn't human anymore. I looked human. Heck, I looked drop dead stunning. But, I really did'nt feel human. I would have never wanted to see blood before. But now, I would stare at it. I would get thirsty looking at it. I wanted to lick it right off the...
What am I doing? I had to tell someone, but who? Who would'nt think I was crazy?
The next day, I went into the bathroom in my appartment to brush my teeth. I ran my toothbrush under the cool water. I got my toothpaste and squrted it onto the brush. I opened wide to dicover that two of my teeth got noticablie longer... and sharper.
I thought about this for the rest of the day, feeling those two teeth, or now I would call them fangs from the size. Maybe I should put these signs into 'ask' when I get home. I know the internet will not call you crazy.
The funny thing was, the results kept coming up as vampire. I knew that was downright crazy... or was it. I searched pounding in diffrent words hoping for a non-vampire result. I found none. Maybe I was a vampire! I pounded in 'signs of being a vampire.' The answer I got was being bitten. I do not remember anything biting me. So, just trying to get a laugh, looked at my throat. Then, I stopped breathing. There was a bite mark. Maybe it was a scratch that just happened to come at this point in my life. I did laugh at the irony. Or was it really ironic?
Grace, My journal entrie of the day.
Grace was a girl who moved from a small town in Mississippi. She came here to Mountain Brook, Alabama last year. She got through the year. This year though, I heard somthing terrible from my friend about her. She had cut herself because she missed her old place so much. She stopped just cuting herself and started to try to kill herself. I found out that she went to the hospital. This had happened at the beggining of this year. My friend said she had turned emo or gothic. I had noticed her wearing way darker clothes this year than last year. I thought I would just post that today as an exerpt from my journal.
Wedding Massacar(very violent,but entertaining, i did it for bet.)
The groom was standing with his beautiful bride. The man could'nt stand seeing all of his friends with beautiful wemen while he had no one. Of course you really can't blame the girls. This man had many,many issues. As the man sat there in the wedding, he started to cry and left. Then, he was furius. He could'nt think right. His pupils widened at his not so well thought of plan. He re-arrived at the wedding.
"Do You take him as your husband,"the preist said.
"I Do," said the woman.
"And do you take her as your wife," said the preist.
"I d.. arg," cried the man as he fell to the ground in pain. He had a well crafted knife from Europe in the bottom of his neck."Why?"he managed to gargle when he looked at who his attacker was.
"You know what Bill? I really don't know!" he cried as he pushed the man's newly married wife off of him. Right as he grabbed another knife out of his pocket,the injured man tripped the crazy. Then, he grabbed the crazy's knife and stabbed him.
The cops showed up. They helped up the groom and his bride and escorted them to the hospital.
THIS WOULD BE A MOMENT THEY WOULD NEVER FORGET!
The Begging( you choose the ending, message me by going to my profile)
I lay on the ground in terrible pain.The agony, the suffering I was having to indore. There were to many voices around me for me to think. There was I young adult sitting next to me. He grabbed his curly, blond hair in an attempt to not think about his bloody legs. I tried to look down at my arms because they felt very num. I was shocked to dicover that my left arm was in shreads. The long sleeve was burned up to my sholder blade. Bits of shattered bone were still hanging off. I tried to not think about it. But, the thought sickened me so that I passed out. I re-awoke in a place with many screams and gun fire. My arm was simy bandaged. I tried to get up when a sudden pain shot through what was left of my arm. A solider walked by me, helped me up, and handed me a side arm.
"Hope you know how to use this. Damn! We need more reinforcments! Hey, can you run in your condition?" the solider asked with angry eye. I nodded.
"Good. Run this down the hall to B company." And then, I ran...
I eyed the atackers. One looked like he had a mushroom as a nose and a very serius face. The other one was just a little chuby. They were planing to flank A company.
Should I run for B company to deliver this message, or shall I distact these men to save A company?
The worst story ever(tell your grandchildren)
By: Me!
The captains on the plane had eaten raw fish, everyone on the plane but me. I preferred chicken. That fish had made everyone pass out. The plane also wasn’t on auto pilot!
This will be my doom you say? I think not!
With that, I ran to the front of the plane. I saw the door that led to the cockpit. I knew that the door would be locked. There was only was only one way in…
I made sure to knock in a polite fashion. Then the door flew open. That worked? I ran in. I grabbed a phone/radio thingy so I could talk to air traffic control. A man with a Chinese accent asked what the problem was. I started psycho- babbling to him about the fish and the pilots. The Chinese man said one thing to me. This changed my life.
I grabbed one of the fish as he told me to. I went back into the cockpit. I held the fish to my eye level. I stared at him. He stared at me . I stared at him. He stared at me . Then, the fish suddenly slapped me on the cheek and fell on the planes throttle. It started flapping around on the buttons. In the end, that fish actually landed the plane. THEY END!!!!! YE WHO! We only drink on 2 occasions, when we’re thirsty and when we’re not. I’m thirstay!