ellalah
Bees were the first thing that came to mind. But of course, that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Because bees are the obvious answer, but it was not bees. It was... something else. Something darker. Eerie. As the sound grew louder, my fear intensified.
I was eleven years old when I received the ticket. I could not have been more excited. Me, a witch. I'd never imagined. Mother and father were... surprised, to say the least. They didn't quite understand though. And my little sister, she wanted desperately to receive hers as well. But she never did.
He wasn't an honest man. He never had been. His whole life he'd lived some kind of lie. He wasn't a bad man, though he often wasn't so sure. But deep down, he knew, even if no one else ever saw the real him, if no one else knew how to believe him, he knew he was a good man. Albiet, a liar, but nonetheless a good man. A very good man.
He didn't know if it was love, or just lust. He would say it felt like love, that it felt like the most real love in the world. But, in all honestly, he really had no idea. He'd never been in love, he'd never been in lust. He didn't know what either felt like. He had no prior experience to compare this feeling too.
He didn't have morals. Not as most humans would see it. Demons weren't supposed to have morals. They were designed to be pure evil, straight through to the bone.
Of course, that was a human concept as well, bones. He didn't have bones either.
I have failed. I knew it before, but now its official. I knew I would never be good enough. Their expectations were always too high, always trying to push me higher. But I could not meet them. I was not good enough. I never could meet their expectations.
What's worse: I don't think I ever wanted to.
Elena never liked history. She hated it, in fact. She hated memorizing dates, and battles, and the strange names of warlords and generals.
No, it was the future that intrigued her. The future, where anything was possible, even in impossible.
There were a bunch of us at one point. A small army, some might say. The best of friends we were. I always thought we would rule the world someday. We'd discover something amazing, and we'd use it to become wonderful. To save the world, maybe. Too bad things ended the way they did. Now none of that can ever happen...
I never liked camp. The trees looked at me funny. The water smelled like roses. I didn't like roses. I remember as a child being dragged off to the camps by my parents. I told them I didn't like it. I told them I didn't belong there. They never listened. So I stopped trying. As much as I hated it, I'd rather be at camp than with them.