TheWritingGiraffe
I walked along the path, on my way to the reception. I found a pair of sunglasses on the ground, and picked them up. As soon as I touched them, they disintegrated into ash. What the heck?! (Didn't have enough time to finish, and didn't feel like it....) :P
I hung up the collage my friends and I made. I thought back to all the things we did when we were kids. Then I thought about the thing that changed it all. Someone was bound to find out soon. We would be in so much trouble, maybe even be... arrested.
I already wrote something, but I needed to get back to this page. :3 SO MUCH TIME! Life is of the essence.
Never question a compliment; just be glad you got one.
He stalked over to me, cautiously peering around him. A shadow moved behind some rocks, and a look of relief fell over his face. He arrived in front of me, his phosphorescent neon-blue eyes worked their way up my body, seductively. His eyes finally met mine, and another tongue's words slipped through my mind. Non nocte , they said. It sounded like Latin, but I wasn't sure. I didn't feel frightened, just curious. I felt, rather than heard, more Latin words. Nullum timore. This time, they weren't a threat. They sounded comforting, like words of encouragement. Like a daredevil, I looked at him in a dreamy way, then when he wasn't expecting it, I threw punch right into his lower jaw. He screamed in frustration, and pain.