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House Manager Amelia PryorBASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Amelia Laura Black Pryor
Birthday: September 25th, 1992
City or town of birth: Nottingham
Currently lives: Quintel Manor
Languages spoken: English, some French
Relationship Status: Happily married
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair colour: Incredibly pale blonde with black lowlights
Hairstyle: Long, straight
Eye colour: Green
Skin/fur/etc colour: Pale white
Piercings: Once in each ear
Scars/distinguishing marks: None
Style of clothing: Victorian dresses and styled clothing
Jewellery: Ornate necklaces, bracelets, rings; fond of lace
Drinker? At parties, dinners, and when a glass of fine wine is needed
Drug User? Which? No
Addictions: Only making clothes
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: None
Any medication regularly taken: None
Personality: She's a
DEVILISHDancing among the falling ashes of tattered souls
Ethereal screams of torture and pain swell to fill the air
Vengeful spirits roam the barren, charred earth
Inside the broken shattered shell of the surviving men
Lust and greed takes a heavy toll on their hearts
Ignorance spreads like an unimpeded spill of oil
Slickening the way for evil to root itself more firmly
Hell-fire burns brightly in every direction on the horizon
The Best and The Brightest (Chs. 7-9)Chapter 7
There was light coming in through the window when Alana woke up again. At first, she thought everything that happened to her yesterday had just been a dream until she saw Adam stretched out on the brown couch reading a thick blue book.
He smiled as he looked up at her. "You have a good night's sleep?"
Alana laughed. "Yeah," she said as she stood up and walked over to him. "What are you reading?"
"Oh, nothing it's important," he said, pulling her into his lap as he grinned more. "You know, you're so small, I don't really don't have any idea about how I'm going to teach you kill off those huge mutts, or even just mess around with you; there's a risk I might just break you." Alana looked at him sourly as he poked at her arm, which really wasn't all that muscular to tell the truth.
"Not funny," she said.
"You know I could never hurt you," Adam said, suddenly very serious. "You're way more important than your blood is; I'd never forgive myself if I ever hurt you in anyway."
The Best and The Brightest (Chs. 4-6)Chapter 4
"Alana?" Adam's voice came from somewhere in the darkness. Alana opened her eyes to find herself on the couch with the lights still on around her. "Are you okay?" He asked, something like concern showing in his dark green eyes. The change of his eyes didn't immediately register to her.
"Yeah," Alana said; her voice was hoarse from sleep. "I just fell asleep, that's all." She sat up and looked around; she was in the same room, but the light was dimmer outside the windows; the sunshine coming in from the west now. "What time is it?" She asked, clearing her throat so she could speak more clearly.
Adam relaxed and sat on the couch beside her as she sat up to make room for him. "It's just after six-thirty," was his reply. He turned his body toward her so that she could lean into his lap, which, on an absurd impulse, she did.
Adam's hand came up to hesitantly stroke her hair as he hummed an exceedingly wonderful tune. The way he hummed it made it sound so quick and so lively
The Best and The Brightest (Chs. 1-3)The Best
By: Elizabeth K. Harvey
I'd like to thank my mother for the inspiration behind this entire story. She always supported every creative idea that entered my mind, and she always drove me to strive to be the greatest I could be. I'd also like to thank my friends for the editing, the brainstorming, and putting up with all my insanity throughout the creation of this story.
The young girl slowly made her way from the damp school yard. Her brown hair was frosted with snowflakes, and her round blue eyes were shedding tears that seemed to freeze instantly as they spilled down her cheeks. So much pain filled her little heart at that moment. Everything was just so wretched in her pathetic, meaningless life. She'd already had been humiliated enough for the rest of her life. Her day, as she knew, was just about to go from bad to worse. By the time she returned back home, both her mother and her father would be fighting tooth and c
Why?Tell me what I want to hear
Don't let me act upon my fears
Always applying a new rule
But still I act the part of 'FOOL'
I just want to hear you say
That you want me to go away
Because I'm tired of always playing games
I don't believe that I'm the same
So just tell me to let it go
Why do you enjoy torturing me so?
Why won't you just set me free?
I'm slowly dying, can't you see?
What am I supposed to do?
How can I simply prove to you
That I just need an escape
From this awful terrible place?
Please, I beg you, turn me loose
Can't we call an easy truce?
You're fighting a war that I don't want
And of your force I've taken the brunt
I don't want it anymore
Because each day I'm further torn
Why can't you just end it now?
Or is it that you're just to proud
to ever show me a little mercy
without storming out, viciously cursing?
Please just turn away from me
Or neither of us will ever be free
An Ode to GriefGoing insane with so much sorrow
Knowing you won't be there tomorrow
I crumple down upon my bare knees
Begging desperately, "please, O God, please"
But I must face the awful truth
And accept there's no more of you
Because there is no other way
How could I possible expect another day
When eventually everything I've ever done
Has left me with no where to run
So don't ever think to spare my feelings
And never dare to ponder stealing
Once more a way into my heart
We have grown so far apart
Never faltering in this new course
And always fearing that I'll be forced
To face myself over yet again
And with my soul the devil send
I have no reason to keep it myself
So I'll place my heart on a broken shelf
That will match its cracked, shallow frame
I know now that I mustn't remain
A living being upon this earth
When next you see me, I'll be in the surf
Of an ocean of broken love and whispered tremors
My love for you has gone forever
CREEPINGConsuming something more foul than the night itself
Running from the growing pit that bubbles forth from the earth in its wake
Eventually it will find us, for it knows how to hunt
Eventually it shall have us, for this is its will
Praying that some form of salvation lies on the other side
Ignoring the screams that pierce the gloomy night not far behind
Never allowing a moment to pause, to catch breath
Growing dread is the only thing that forces us to press on
HOLLOWHell's burning rage crashes down upon our helpless minds
Outward blasts of fury radiate to smite others caught unaware
Leveling flat everyone's hopes and dreams for tomorrow
Leaving an empty nothingness in its sickening wake
Only misery and despair can be found in the ashes
Weeping of the wounded and spared fill the darkness
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
The RipperPoor fool, please don't expect me to be nice
The darkness is the perfect place to play
Whether I kill you with fire or ice
Your soul is mine, no matter what you say
With cuts and slices, I will bleed you dry
Mercy is unfamiliar to me
Please, humor me and let me see you cry
Ohhh, I would love to see you try to flee
With a knife in my hand and you pleading
And begging softly for your life at me feet
I know that I want to see you bleeding
I slash away wildly and repeat
With a satisfied smile, I can walk away
And The Ripper can slay another day
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