Friday, October 31, 2008
i need your help ! because i need you !
i need you like an idiot!
i need you cause i care!
i need you cause you have my heart!
i need you cause you have my soul!
i need you cause you make me laugh!
i need you cause you make me care!
i need you like you're my only reason for living!
and i need you cause....
the reason is
I LOVE YOU!
sien! sien! sien!
so damn freakin' borin'!
life sux when you got nothing to do!
you know why?
u sure dead of boredom anyway!
sux alot!
sing a song? you go hell !
watch tv? nothing to watch !
listen to song? dunno what song !
make a play? hell ! no way !
write a story? sure, okay~
i need inspiration !
boring lar everyday~
wanna write a story book!
so hard ler ! kns!
no inspiration...
now only chapter 2 !
yeesh!
I NEED INSPIRATION !!
help me please !
Book 1 -Leon Hale-
1.Story of my life
Vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters -griffins, dragons,phoenix'-,we're just myths to those human snobs.All of them,unaware of us, creatures who walk among them. We appear human to them. Humans, who only seek what they desire, what they already know, what they've already accomplished... Careless! Useless! Completely senseless! That, is what humans are and will be.
Me, I'm just a vampire. A free person who's lived longer than anyone should. An immortal. I've travelled the world, swam across oceans, climbed the highest of all mountains, and most disappointing, I've also murdered, lied and stolen. All these things I've done, always alone, no craving for company or friends.
I remember the day, created by a stranger, and left alone in my new form of an immortal. Only to find out what I've become. I was fifteen when I became an immortal. Now, I 've lived for a hundred and seven years, read more than a million books, and still have not found my creator. I lived with my foster parents while they grew old, Phillipe and Esmeralda. They were nice enough people, but I never breathed when I was with them for fear of killing them due to my 'condition' as an immortal. I snuck out at night to hunt -almost to the next country, Canada- and stayed indoors or in the dark during sunny afternoons.On the year 1061, Phillipe died in a robbery. Theives. A couple of years later, Esmeralda died of old age.
When I was alone again, I hunted the theives who had killed my foster father and I murdered them. Drank their blood, out of raw anger that filled my eyes with hatred. They way my eyes were, bright red, lens tinted with red hot anger and hate burned my tongue. When I realized I could hear peoples thoughts.
Since then, I've kept my distance from humans, constantly trying to be inconspiciuous and ignoring them. Until now, the year 2008. I met another vampire, who unlike me, drank animal blood. 'Vegetarian' he callaed himself. The shock I felt when the immortal, Kevin Black, had told me he drank animal blood and had never commited murder.It was incredulous!
Vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters -griffins, dragons,phoenix'-,we're just myths to those human snobs.All of them,unaware of us, creatures who walk among them. We appear human to them. Humans, who only seek what they desire, what they already know, what they've already accomplished... Careless! Useless! Completely senseless! That, is what humans are and will be.
Me, I'm just a vampire. A free person who's lived longer than anyone should. An immortal. I've travelled the world, swam across oceans, climbed the highest of all mountains, and most disappointing, I've also murdered, lied and stolen. All these things I've done, always alone, no craving for company or friends.
I remember the day, created by a stranger, and left alone in my new form of an immortal. Only to find out what I've become. I was fifteen when I became an immortal. Now, I 've lived for a hundred and seven years, read more than a million books, and still have not found my creator. I lived with my foster parents while they grew old, Phillipe and Esmeralda. They were nice enough people, but I never breathed when I was with them for fear of killing them due to my 'condition' as an immortal. I snuck out at night to hunt -almost to the next country, Canada- and stayed indoors or in the dark during sunny afternoons.On the year 1061, Phillipe died in a robbery. Theives. A couple of years later, Esmeralda died of old age.
When I was alone again, I hunted the theives who had killed my foster father and I murdered them. Drank their blood, out of raw anger that filled my eyes with hatred. They way my eyes were, bright red, lens tinted with red hot anger and hate burned my tongue. When I realized I could hear peoples thoughts.
Since then, I've kept my distance from humans, constantly trying to be inconspiciuous and ignoring them. Until now, the year 2008. I met another vampire, who unlike me, drank animal blood. 'Vegetarian' he callaed himself. The shock I felt when the immortal, Kevin Black, had told me he drank animal blood and had never commited murder.It was incredulous!
Preface
In the world, it's quite unlikely that different species of creatures canforget past wars and become comrades. But sometimes, life takes you off the road to a different direction. It's not unlikely for something of such extravagance can possibly happen.In the past, the world of our forefathers, it was full of horror, war and chaos. Stealing, murder and bloodlust. They fought against each other and fought among their own kind.
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