Rar!

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the next part

Be careful, buddies! I am posting this under threat of death! (Or something like that.) Hope you like it! (and don't kill me dancie.)

     I sat for a few minutes more, puzzling. Surely he didn’t love me? It was improbable, impossible, yet to some extent true. I loved him too, I realized with a start, but only as a friend. He was a companion to me, someone to share secrets with. That was all. But I realized for him there was something more.

     Had I imagined how his cheeks darkened slightly when he turned? Was it simply a trick of my mind? Or had, as impossible as his monochromatic form made it, had he bushed? I wondered and thought until I realized how cold I was.

     I dived under the covers and desperately tried to keep warm. Still, the chill did not leave my fingers for several minutes. I slowly closed my eyes as a wild herd of questions cased themselves around and around my head. I welcomed sleep, because it would bring peace, for a few hours at least. In the morning it would all return, and I would have to face it.

     Now there were only the black claws of sleep to drag me down.

    

Elevenses

 

Today I woke up late because of early morning play (zombieville) so instead of breakfast we had elevenses, like hobbitzes. And what we had was awesome! (There they are uncooked.) and bacon. And... CINNAMON ROLL PANCAKES!!!!!!!!!!

The umbra again.

I made a decision, but first i must thank bibliomaniacgal for her philosophy. When in doubt, order takeout! We had takeout for dinner, and now this scene will happen! Mwa! Ha, ha! (I'm still not sure how Obsidian will react long turn. Help with that?)

     

     I opened my eyes, wondering why I was awake, and there he was, blocking me from seeing anything but his ghostly face.

     “Scoria!” I yelped. ‘Don’t do that!” he grinned and gave a soundless chuckle, pulling laughter from somewhere in my brain. He drifted down to sit on the edge of the bed, and the bed refused to acknowledge his presence as usual.

     I stared at the clock across the room. “One…. Scoria, what in the name of my vampire teddy bear did you wake me up for at one in the morning?!” I put as much emotion into this as I could while whispering. My almost parents were next door, and they didn’t know. They didn’t know anything.

     He patted the bed next to him with a semi-transparent hand and I swung my legs around to sit, shivering slightly from the cold. I turned to face him and wondered why on earth he had woken me so early.

     Scoria reached up a hand that was more solid than not and slid the eye patch off my face. I had fallen asleep with it on again. He looked at my once again damaged eye, and a hand that was once again insubstantial cupped my cheek.

     I felt him steeling himself for something before he cut the link. I wondered why he had done so, but then all thoughts were blown from my head as he leaned forward.

     A ghostly touch against my lips, like a soft wind playing across them. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again, and Scoria was still there, filling my vision. I saw gray lids hiding the eyes that, more than anything else, made him different. I saw the pale hair, felt the form next to me grow more solid, felt the bed sag ever so slightly. It was then that I realized the moment for what it was.

     The kiss, for indeed it was a kiss, no matter how strange, seemed to last for an eternity. But it was little more than a minute, as I could see the clock through Scoria’s head occasionally.

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I have found another great you Tube artist. Her is my favorite video. (So Far!)

Other blog/Mother

http://whereshadowandflameromefree.blogspot.com/ There you go, the link to the other blog. and here is the other mother.

The piano guys!

The coolest band ever!

the characters

Scoria; one of the Umbra. Can't talk until taught. Comunicates with umbralife.
Obsidian; Quiet and lonely. Ridiculed.
sapphire; not the most popular, but good social status. Keeps noticing Obsidian and Scoria's weirdness.

Umbralife; the novel!

At first Umbralife was going to be a side plot for Endron, but then I decided the idea was too cool to be on the side. So I'm writing a whole book about it. Today is chapter one, and tomorrow is a character introduction. Today you will see two of the three main characters. See if you can guess who they are.

9 years ago;
     "Get out! you're not welcome here! out, out!" He pushed me out onto the street. The pain was all over, worse than when I had fallen off my tricycle. i could see red all over the dirty grey sidewalk.
     'Daddy?' My voice cracked.
     "Shut up!" His was yelling, face almost as red as the blood. My blood. "Get out! go away! i never want to see you again! It's your fault she... she. Never come back!" He set off on a string of words that I knew where bad, even then.
     so I ran, far as I could go. I didn't stop until dusk was falling. When the sun was almost behind the distant mountains I could run no more, and slid down the trunk of a tree.
      Water leaked out of my eyes, and splashed on the ground like the blood before. "Please!" I screamed to no one. "Tell me why! I don't want to be a monster." I curled up in a ball and murmered, to myself now, "I don't want to be a monster."
     Once the desperate, choking, sobs had calmed enough so I could speak, I looked up.

     That was the first time I saw him.

(Though these two have lots of close scenes, they are not in love.)

New story idea.

a girl disappears in a perfectly normal school. Everyone is in shock. surley this can't have happened to us? We're too normal. But it has happened.
     Everyone in town is interviewed, but Catherine was the type who sat alone and never talked to anyone. one of the few who wasn't interviewed was one who might have known her best. Their lockers were next to each other.
     Yet Abby was not interviewed. She might have been the only one to see the inside of Catherine's locker, covered with wild imaginings of words and pictures.
     abby suspects something when a new girl shows up, a few moths after the disapearence. Time has passed, and the effect has dulled. No one else makes the conection.
     but Abby reconizes the green eyes under a shot blod haircut. she soon realizes that if you added a tan, plastic surgery, and dyed the hair, Kat would really be Catherine.
     But why has she come back? Is it just to earn a chance at being popular? Or has this strange girl changed in a way that even she couldn't have imagined.