Blossoms

Here is the story that you've all been waiting for, (well, not really). I'm posting this the same day as the story I just released, but that's because I figure I've been procrastinating enough. So here is my latest story, it's a visual thing, (at least I'm hoping it'll feel like that). Leave me some tips, I don't usually try to write stories like this (this detailed I mean) so it may seem like just another regular story. If it is, that's okay, but I need some practice writing these types of visuals. So yeah, thank you and enjoy :) ~ Angel (PS. Sorry if you don't like the new font I've been using, but I find it kinda funky and neat.)

                Lining the roads of which I walked; the pink cherry blossoms danced lightly in the wind. Feeling the breeze through my hair, I skipped down to the park, crunchy gravel beneath my feet. Spring time, this is what it felt like, the smell of rain still fresh in the air. Worms squirmed around on the floor, having been lured out by a little shower. Two blue jays circled each other, chirping a love song. I smiled at the beautiful scene which was spring in my town.

                Today was the Spring Festival, my favourite time of the year, with all the singing and dancing, and the bonfire with fireworks after. I could already smell the smoke in the air and hear the crackling explosion of colour, and feel the warmth of the fiery embers.

                Approaching the park, I made my way to my favourite swing; it was the one who could swing the highest. Higher and higher still, until it felt like I could touch the sky; that was the best feeling in the world. Soft pink petals brushed my face, falling from a tree, lightly dropping as I propelled myself back and forth. Reaching out my hand, I snatched one up, unclenching my fist; I saw the delicate petal lay peacefully in my palm. A soft wind gently swept the petal from my clutches, as it joined the rest of its friends in a pile on the park floor.

                Swinging to and fro, waiting for the highest point, I jumped off, lading with a graceful thump. That always gave me a thrill, sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. Skipping my way down the gravel path leading away from the park, I kicked rocks out of my way as I made my way to town square where the Spring Festival would later be held. The long winding road lead to a string of houses,  where I cut into the forest; there was no harm in exploring a bit before going to the festival.

                Excited chirps of birds and the chatter of squirrels greeted me as I ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, a beautiful waterfall the town had to protest against building on. The splash of crystal clear water was like music to my ears, conducting a symphony as it cascaded down a wall of rocks. Each time I came here I had the urge to jump in, which was no different this time.

                The sparkling blue water lapsed over my body as I dove in, engulfing me in its watery veil. It was warm for this time of year, but still cold enough to send a shiver down my spine when I resurfaced. I flipped onto my back and floated peacefully along the top, feeling the sun on my face; evaporating every shimmering droplet.

                Times like this reminded me of my mother, we would always come here to talk or have picnics. She was the one truly interested in the blossoms, they were half the reason she moved to this town, the other half for my father. They were both departed from this world now, but now they were with each other. My mother had always told me, that if she died, she wanted blossoms to be put on her grave, for a new beginning. That’s what she had believed, that blossoms symbolized new beginnings, and that the Spring Festival should be taken seriously, to bring you good omens. Floating along the crystalline pond, with the rushing waters licking my body, it was times like that I missed.

                It wasn’t until the first firecracker went off that I realized I was missing the festival. I quickly swam to the shore and dried off, the slipped on a spare pair of clothes I had brought. This is what I had waited for every year, and I wasn’t going to miss it for anything.

                Although I had seen this display of pyrotechnics before, it never failed to leave me in awe. Beautiful colours shooting up and bursting in the sky, I didn’t even mind the loud noise that erupted from them, it was hypnotic.

                I would have fun today; I promised my parents that I wouldn’t stop having fun without them. They would want me to have a good life, and I would do the best I could to make them happy. I knew they were watching me from wherever they were now, and I wanted them to smile, to know that I was moving on with my life, starting fresh each year. I would shed my past fears and renew my spirit. I would start fresh, like my mother taught me, just like a blossom.

You'll Never Be Alone

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've written a story. I've been procrastinating a bit, and there's been stuff going on, but I have a story for you today. It was actually written for my E.L.A final, (I got 100% :D) but I've tweeked it a bit, so that it makes more sense then when I first wrote it. It's a bit of a long story, the first long one I've written in a while, but I think that now I've spiced it up, it's a pretty interesting story. Fair warning though, it does have a sucky ending, mainly because I had to rush it to finish in the time limit we were given, and I'm too lazy to polish it up. I apologize. Anyways, I really hope you like it and I'm working on a visual story thing (those ones that describe stuff using the five senses) and I think it's pretty good too. These two are actually stories this time, instead of those other types of stories I was writing before (sorry if you didn't like those). But, that's enough blabbering from me, I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, thank you :) ~ Angel

                Darkness, that’s the first thing I awoke to. The air around me was cool, and not a single sound was being carried on the breeze. Silence, that’s the seconds thing I noticed, it was awfully quiet for wherever I was. Then the third thing hit me, where was I? Not a single figment of my past could be recalled, no matter how hard I tried to remember. I felt my head for bumps, assuming I had hit my head on something, resulting in amnesia. But there were no scratches, bumps, or scars, no sign of anything that could’ve rendered me without a memory.

                I felt my surroundings, a cool metal table beneath me, and a plastic sheet covering my body which was clad in a papery dress. I pushed the sheet aside as I got to my feet. Stumbling around in the dark, I found a knob attached to a frame. Trying my luck, I jiggled the knob, hoping it was the key to my escape. Click, success! Before stepping out, I quickly changed into a normal t-shirt and shorts ensemble, clothes I found on a chair beside my resting place, assuming they were mine.

                The light blinded me as I entered an empty hallway. Chairs, papers, and glass from broken windows, were scattered hazardously on the tiled floor. There seemed to be no one there, no one I could see anyways. What had happened here? Every other door in the hallway was carelessly flung open, some hanging off the hinges, what had kept my door closed?

                “Hello?” I shouted, testing out my voice. Despite however long I had not spoken, my voice came out clear without hesitation. There was no response from the abandoned building, only the sound of my voice echoing and bouncing off the walls. Making my way through the obstacle of furniture, I found a door marked “exit”.

               When I stepped outside, I was greeted with the same emptiness as before. Looking up at the decaying structure I had just been in, I realized it was a hospital, Forest Lake Hospital, to be exact. I snickered at the name; there were no trees or lakes in sight. But nonetheless, it was a clue as to where I was- the first clue.

                Walking in silence for what seemed like hours, I wasn’t able to find any more traces of my past, or any traces of any people. That’s when I heard it, a voice, or rather, voices. Excitement rushed through me as I made my way through the streets, following the sounds of conversation and laughter. As I got closer, I could tell that there were males and females, maybe my age (whatever age that was).

                Picking up my pace, I saw the group slow down and sit. Taking that opportunity, I slowed down and ducked behind a wall. Peeking around the corner, I could see that I was right, kids like me, dressed I normal clothes. I backed up, my back pressed against the wall; I accidentally knocked over a trash can, the loud banging noise alerting the others. Suddenly, the laughter stopped and everything grew quiet. I held my breath, waiting for them to spot me.

                “Who’s there?” a cautious female voice called out. I heard the crunching of shoes on gravel, knowing that they were proceeding in my direction. I closed my eyes, and when I opened then, the crunching stopped, and before me were two boys and girls. I waved my hand awkwardly, as some sort of peace greeting which only earned me an evil stare from the brunette girl.

                “Who are you?” she asked, stepping up. Absolutely no hesitation, I’m going to have to be upfront with her. But I must’ve taken too long, because only a second after that she repeated again, “Who are you?” This time, she drew out the syllables, as if she were talking to an infant. Impatient looks were casted in my direction, as I cleared my throat and replied,

                “I don’t know.” My voice came out as confident as the first time I spoke. But this only seemed to annoy the brunette.

                “What do you mean, you don’t know?” She raised an eyebrow and glared at me, as if I were crazy.

                “Well, it seems that I must’ve lost my memory,” I responded. “I can’t recall anything that’s happened in the past, where, or who I am.” I waited for someone to speak up, but everyone remained silent, as if they were processing the information. The brunette was about to speak up, when a petit blonde interrupted her.

                “I guess it’s really not at all that uncommon if you came from these parts.” Her voice was soft, but it had a determined edge. Her big green eyes shone with sympathy as she stepped forwards and took my hands. “None of us really knew who we were the first few days, but we all remember eventually.” She gave a warm smile, holding my gaze, as a black haired boy stepped up, smiling too.

                “Let’s start over,” he suggested. “I’m Tyler,” he introduced sticking out his hand. “That over there is Tristan,” he gestured to the other boy. “This here is Jessie,” the girl with the blonde hair gave an enthusiastic wave. “And little miss bossy over there is Miranda.” Tristan concluded, gesturing towards the brunette. “We hope you’ll feel welcomed.” He announced, resulting in a scoff and another glare from Miranda, who was now propped up against the wall opposite of us. Tristan smiled, ignoring Miranda, standing there shaking his hand, I couldn’t help but smile too.

                The next few weeks went by in a blur, travelling, looking for food, resting, then waking up and doing it all over again. Nothing of particular interest happened, unless you count running into another person while in another city. It turns out that they’ve been travelling like this all along, going to different cities, where they met up with everyone here. It started out as Miranda, then she found Tristan, Jessie came into the group, and right before me they found Tyler, as Jessie had explained to me.             

                One night, while Miranda was chatting up the new guy, Chris, Tyler pulled me aside to talk about something, away from everyone else.

                “What’s up?” I asked as we were walking.

                “I’ve just been thinking, over the past few days, there’s been something I’ve noticed about you,” he confessed, sticking his hands in his pockets.

                “Yeah?” I asked, turning to him curiously. “Like what?” When he blushed and turned away, I cleared my voice and turned him around, motioning for him to continue.

                “Okay,” he sighed. “Well I think that I might… know you.” Tyler whispered the last part, his voice quavering. My jaw dropped and I stared at him in disbelief.

                “You do?” I asked excitedly. I was practically beaming with excitement. “You really do? Would you tell me? Please?” I pleaded. We stopped walking and he clenched his fists, looking me in the eye.

                “We’ve been hanging out a lot lately,” he started. “And it’s just that, the way you laugh, your eyes, they all just seem so familiar to me,” he explained. Tyler was also just regaining his memory, and I couldn’t tell how much of this was true, but it was sounding like some cheesy pickup line rather than a confession. Putting that aside, I nodded, letting him continue. “I know this may sound cliché, but I just feel like you were someone I knew from before, maybe a sister or a neighbour, “he finished. Or a girlfriend, I added in mentally what he hadn’t said. His gaze wandered, settling on anything but her.  

                “So,” I replied, trying to break the tension. “Do you think you remember my name?” Tyler flinched, as if he’d been dreading this moment, he took a step back. I took a step towards him. “It’s okay Tyler, you can tell me.” His eyes met mine, and he let out a long sigh.

                “Well, I’m going to be extremely embarrassed if I’m wrong, but I think your name is Ever.”

                Ever, I let that name run through my mind, it did sound slightly familiar. Then something clicked, memories came rushing back to me, birthday parties, first days of school, moving around towns, playing in the park. With a black haired boy. My eyes widened and I gasped, then a huge smile spread across my face. The corners of Tyler’s mouth stretched into a smile too, and it wasn’t long before I had him in a tight hug.

                “I remember,” I beamed. “I remember.” We smiled and kept walking, talking and reminiscing in old memories. Talking like that until the sunset, it made me feel hopeful, how we were able to find each other among all this chaos. There was a part of me that felt like anything was possible, if you believed. It taught me a valuable lesson that day, that no matter how alone you may feel, or how lost you are in the world, you’ll never be alone.

Obstacles

Hey guys, I know I haven't posted any stories in a while, and I'm trying to get inspiration and I do have some ideas lined up, but I'm not gonna be posting any stories for a bit, nor am I going to review things. I just have to deal with some things right now (don't worry, nothing too serious) and writing stories just isn't my #1priority. I really sincerely apologize to you, and I'm gonna get a story up real soon (hopefully next week) so just, be patient. Again, really sorry, but thank you for regarding this notice [:

Iridescence

Okay, sorry that this isn't exactly a story either, but I was watching the video for Three Days Grace's "Iridescent" and inspiration kind of just hit. As always, I hope you enjoy this [:

            Red, the symbol of love and war, a bit contradicting in its meaning, but very powerful. It can provoke very strong emotions, and lead to dangerous things. It is often used to catch the reader’s eye, it can resemble energy. Red also means courage, the courage to stand up to a bully, or go out to war. It is found on many flags all over the world, red symbolizes blood, and the hunger for victory.

            Orange, the symbol of strength and endurance, not as powerful as red, and very joyful like yellow. Orange is like the fruit, high in citrus content, promoting healthy eating and energy. It is also a very hot colour, when we look at orange; we think of heat, it is often used to stimulate the mind. It is very creative, and orange is very determined and enthusiastic, orange can do great things.

            Yellow, the symbol of intellect and energy, although very joyful, yellow can also resemble jealousy and danger. Yellow catches attention, they are also attention seekers, but they cause mischief sometimes. It can arouse cheerfulness and generate energy, so it is often put with dark colours to balance each other out; this is why a yellow will always stand out.

            Green, the symbol of harmony and hope. We all know that green is also often associated with the earth and growth. Green can help clear vision, and guide your way in the world. Although it can do all these things, green can also sometimes be greedy, watch out for green when it is with yellow, these two can create troubles when put together.

            Blue, the symbol of loyalty and trust, blue can guide you to the truth with honesty and intelligence. Blue also has two sides, a lighter side that remains calm and tranquil during situations, always wanting the best for everyone. Blue also has a dark side, which isn’t as sinister as it sounds. The darker side holds power and seriousness, pulling through on all the through challenges life throws their way.  

            Last but not least, is purple, symbolizing luxury and mystery. Purple can be romantic but also depressing, they can toy with your emotions. It also refers to royalty and extravagance, making purple a bit of a diva at times. Purple can be very magical too, making it a bit of a rollercoaster ride to handle.

           Iridescence, life is full of colours; you can’t go wrong with either. We all have one of these colours in our lives, so which colour are you?

Black and White

Here is the second story I have for you today. It isn't exactly a story, but a way I see the world. Anyone agree with me after reading this? Well, I'll let you get to that part now, but please don't respond negatively. But, as always, please enjoy [:

            Everyone in this world has their own opinion, that is my philosophy, and although this may be true, it is also true that they only see in two forms, black and white. These types of people are very judgemental, to them; you are either right or wrong. These people are also usually very high in society, or have a very high social status. They use their opinionated claims to try and run our lives. These people make decisions that benefit their party, but may not necessarily everyone else. They think they’re the smartest ones of all, and that they know everything, but the truth is, they don’t. One sided people often lack ability, the ability to see the truth. They can’t accept other ideas, because they are fixed on the thought that their idea is right.

            The truth comes in many forms, it can be either white or black, but it is often in the grey scale. But people who think like this, are blind to the grey scale, they refuse to think outside their box. The box is much appreciated by one sided thinkers, it keeps them in check, gives them a sense of what is “normal”, but there is no such thing as normal. To them, they are normal, and we are the abnormal ones, they don’t like anything out of the norm.

            People think very differently from others, but with every word that comes out of their mouth, it’s going to take a side. This is as clear as night and day to the “black and white” thinkers, you have to take a side. This is where criticism and insults come from.  Criticism is where you stand on the grey side, and someone from a certain side tries to give you “advice”. This advice is just their way of pulling you out of the grey and onto their side fully. Insults are where two people from opposing sides exchange rude comments because they think their side is the one true side, and the other is wrong.

            Now, us people in the grey scale, we see more than one side, we don’t like to be stuck in a box, but society dictates that we remain on the side they think is good, and to not tread into the dangerous areas of grey. We don’t like logic, because all logic can be questioned, and we like to question. We also don’t like being wrong because even though we may know that we aren’t 100% right, we aren’t entirely wrong either.

            I know that those of you who are reading this stand on a certain side, and if you stand on either the black or white sides, I know you won’t accept what I’m suggesting. But please just consider it, if everyone moved to the grey scale, we wouldn’t need to have pointless arguments, and we could live in harmony. So please, stop your complaining and bitter judgements, because the world does not exist in only black and white.  

In the Mindnight Forest

I hope you really like this story because I really enjoyed writing it (even though it took like five minutes). In my opinion, it could be one of my best stories :) Please enjoy ~

The rain pitter-pattered on my head, in sync with every step I took. Lost, I guess that was one way you could describe my situation. But I wasn’t really lost; I had run away from what would’ve been my horrible fate. Now, I was completely alone in the dark forest. Who knew what kinds of creatures lurked in these areas, waiting for an unsuspecting victim? I erased those thoughts from my head as I kept going on, each step resulting in a soft crunch from a dried up autumn leaf.

                At least it was quiet here, but a little too quiet for my liking. There were no wolves howling at the full moon, no toads croaking in the pond, not a single cricket dared chirp. I stopped at the pond, grey and murky from all the ashes and pollution. This was fowl doing of our society, exactly what I had run away from, chaos and destruction. If I had ever thought about going back, this set my mind straight on why I should stay away. I wasn’t ever going back; I wasn’t going to be a goner like the rest of them.

               These thoughts fluttered about in my head as I kept walking. Walking, walking in a forest that never seemed to end. The further I explored, the more lost I became, becoming entangled in the maze of trees and shrubs, forever trapped amongst the burnt foliage.

                Suddenly, a noise alerted my senses. There was a voice, voices, the very ones that had driven me out of my house, away from my family forever. That’s when I began to run, my heart pounding in my chest, my pulse quickening with each step. I knew they were getting closer, with each fumble or fault I made; they were a step closer to catching me. They were nearing, approaching faster and faster, knowing I couldn’t outrun them. So I stopped, stopped and stood, and nothing more. It was my time, time to accept my fate, time to join my family and friends.

                Dark figures appeared from behind the bushes. They laughed, they poked at me, but I didn’t move an inch. Then their leader approached, with pure hatred in his tone.

                “This won’t take long,” he smirked. Beady red eyes stared me, eyes filled with nothing but pure, sinister evil. A gun was pulled, a shot was fired, and another one fell to the floor.

In the midnight forest, not a sound was heard, not even a scream.

Story Time [:

Hey guys, I'm back up and running my blog, I decided to get rid of my Quizilla thingy once and for all, so yeah, this is my one main source of stories now. I have two, ready to go, but they are on my iPod and need to be transferred over first, so please be patient. Thanks to all of you who read and/or follow my blog. I appreicate the support :)