Sunday, September 25, 2016

Heartbreak


Ecrits Blogophilia Week 32.9 Topic: “Fast Cars, Big Guns, Hot Nights!”
Bonuses:
Hard (2 pts): Use a quote from Malcolm Gladwell

Heartbreak

Estelle believed that if you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind and imagination, you can shape the world to your desires.  But that was also a time when she was a little girl, and as we all know as children, we believe anything can possibly happen.

Estelle always imagined her life to be going places, and she really was going places.  She got married young.  She was madly in love with him.  But as the years passed, their love turned from a romantic love, to a platonic love.

Then one day, Estelle felt a pair of eyes on her.  She looked up to notice someone staring at her.  She wasn't sure what to make of it as she hadn't had a feeling like that in years since she married her husband.

For just a moment, Estelle had that fast cars, big guns, and hot nights kind of feeling.  But she knew it was just her imagination running wild.

For one thing, she was still married, and that meant a lot to her--even if their relationship was forever platonic.  For another, that guy never gave her the time of day, and if he was interested in her, he never acted like it.

Feeling like she had been abandoned in a desert, she had come to grips with her own reality. She would never be loved that kind of way ever.  It was alright for her.  She thought about it some bit and forced herself to look on the bright side.  At least she got to live to be 30 before she became washed up and unloved.

The truth was she never accepted this.  She cried every night to sleep wondering why God would be so cruel to her.  Eventually she died of a heartbreak, and so, this is how it goes.

DJ






















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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Random Pics and Quote 1

DJ








I like the pictures, so I'll keep this blog. As for the rest of this, it shall be deleted. I won't be defeated because someone thinks my writing is crap. It's just one person...compared to a few others who actually read my work.  I worked really hard in creating that story. I can't let myself get shaken down by it.  I have to stop being so sensitive.  But that's how I am.  I write because I'm sensitive.  Life bothers me. It's hard. I hate being lonely all the time.  It's just something I've grown used to!  Some day I'll pick this back up and replace it with an actual story (Maybe), but today is not the day.

DJ





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Sunday, September 11, 2016

In The Dark



A drabble, by Diana Jillian



The only things she sees in the dark of night are the pale people, and a statue of the angel.
The pale people all stop to talk to her, and she talks to them. They all thought she babbled before, but now they understand.

They're here for a reason, though they can't recall why. They know where they reside; and it's very far away, so they stay with her.

On a road to nowhere, she tries to recall her life. She remembers, and is in shock. Her mind is now present.

For she's the immortal, Lila; queen of the underworld!

9/11/16

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The List: 16


You can read chapters 1-15 by clicking here.









 




Chapter 16

  I feel so weightless, almost as if I'm floating down below into a velvety underground of some sort.  I feel like I've been here all through the night, pondering on when I'm going to land.  Only, I'm not landing.  This confirms my suspicion that I am still dreaming.  I haven't even landed yet.  In most cases, I would have landed by now.
  Maybe I'm already dead, and I'm heading into the underworld.  Or maybe I slipped into another coma.  Either way, I'm gonna let it roll.

♪♫All through the night♪♫
♪♫♪They have forgotten what by day they lack♪♫♪
♫♪♫Oh under those white street lamps♫♪♫
♫♫♪♫There is a little chance they may see♫♪♫♫

  The song is playing in my head.  I just wish there was some kind of way I can wake up from all of this. What are the odds to have a dream within a dream?
  It looks like I'm finally landing.  I have no idea what this dream will bring.

To Be Continued...

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Written by ©Diana Jillian




DJ
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Thursday, July 14, 2016

The List: Fifteen

Blogophilia, Week 23.9

Rumors of Revenge (Jessica)
Use a quote from To Kill a Mockingbird (Doris)

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Include variances of the lyric, "I'm a little teapot." (Irene)


Picture: (Christopher)

I'll be back, my pretty!


The List Chapter Index



Chapter 1                               Chapter 13                           ...

Chapter 2                               Chapter 14                           ...

Chapter 3                               Chapter 15                           ...             ...

Chapter 4                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 5                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 6                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 7                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 8                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 9                                                           ...                            ...

Chapter 10                                                         ...                           ...

Chapter 11                                                         ...                            ...

Chapter 12                                                        ...                            ...

THE LIST: CHAPTER 15

Before I get out of bed, I decide to pinch myself just in case this is a dream as well.  I really, honestly thought I was in the park just moments ago talking to Chase, but I was severely wrong.

I don't understand these boys and what they truly want from me.  No one really has bothered to even talk to me.  All I got were eyes from Xander, and Chase only appears to me in my dreams.  What if my dreams were real?

I once read somewhere that angels can communicate with you in your dreams.  I'm a little confused about what it all means.  I hear a teapot whistling, and I head out of my room to see what's going on.  I see Nora pouring some tea for Smith.

They both take a look over at me, but then proceed on with their conversation.  They both seemed to have looked right through me.

"Nora?"  I ask.

"They can't see you.  They can't even hear you."  I hear a voice say.  I turn around because I recognize the voice.  It's Cristi.

"What's going on?"  I ask.

"Oh, don't play stupid with me," she replies.  "I know you've been with that angel boyfriend of yours."

I look closer into her eyes and notice something is off with them.  They're not the emerald color I remember her having.  And after--apparently witnessing--I had possibly gone to a supernatural school, I know that anything is possible.

"You're not Cristi," I say.

"I take it back," she says.  "Maybe you're not so stupid after all."

"Who are you?"

"That's not important," she answers.  "Cristi is almost dead, which is kind of ironic considering she is a vampire and all.  The point is she will desiccate if you don't do what I want.  Not only will she die, but I will reap her soul.  And if you still won't cooperate, I'll go after everyone else you care about.  Including your cousin, Ame.  Then I'll work my way to your boyfriend, Xander, and you're other boyfriend--"

She takes a pause and looks back at me.  "Just how many boyfriends do you have?"  She asks.  "You know what?  It doesn't matter.  They're all going to die."

"What do you want from me?" I ask briskly.

"You mean, what do I want besides for you to die?"  She answers.  "I thought it was pretty simple.  I want your powers, as you've seemed to have wasted them."

I scoff weakly.  "I don't have any powers."

"You're dying, right?"  She asks quietly.  "I need to get those powers of yours before you die."

"Have you lost your mind?" I just look at her funny.  I'm too weak to run from her.  "I'm dying because I have cancer.  If I had powers, I could cure myself."

"Is that what your so-called family told you?"  She gives me a look that says she knows something I don't.  Even if I do listen to what she's saying, she's still a villain.  Bad people will pretty much say anything to get what they want.

"Who do you think I am?"  I play into her game.  I remember Ame telling me the rumors of the students missing.  Now I realize this being--who looks like Cristi--is the one behind all of this.  There is no way she can be the only one.  She is angry--or crazy--and wants revenge.

"I think," she pauses.  "No. I know you're a powerful witch."

"Okay," I reply.  "Say I am a witch.  What are you going to do with my powers?  I mean, you seem pretty powerful already for a reaper."

"I'll give you some more points for knowing I'm a reaper and not a shape-shifter," she speaks.  I thought it was only in movies where the bad guys spill all their info on what they'll do next.

Reapers are supposed to be kind beings.  They change form to comfort the being who's in transition.  They're angels who reap souls only so the souls can move on to the next phase of whatever they're supposed to move on to.  From the looks of things, this reaper went rogue.

"What if I climbed into your skin?" She asks, interrupting my thoughts. I give her a look of disgust, but she ignores it.

"'You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around.'"

"You're quoting To Kill a Mockingbird," I question.

"Well I did reap her soul," she replies.  "I know all their thoughts and feelings.  You're next on my list, but not just yet."

Within an instant, I am on my private plane.  I notice I'm sitting in one of the seats, and we are high above ground.  I have the sudden feeling that while I'm not in Kansas anymore, I'm not in Oz either.  I'm somewhere in between.

"This is better," fake Cristi speaks to no one in general.  "I can get your powers from you and no one will interrupt us.  Then I can make everything look like an accident."

I know I'm dying, but this is not how I ever thought I would go down.  Literally down.  She's going to make it look like I took the plane, and make it look like I got into an accident.  I don't see what the problem is?  Couldn't she have just taken this power she thinks I have, and just let me die in peace?

"This won't take long," she pauses.  I look up to see not only is she frozen, but so is the plane.  I am mid-air, frozen in time, on a plane.

"You have to get out of here," I turn around to see one of Xander's friends talking to me.  It's that boy Will, with the crew cut.  He looks like a soldier, and that's the moment it hit me.  I knew fake Cristi wasn't alone.  She had someone to help her.  She has herself a soldier; a reaper.

I look over at him.  "I don't understand," I say.  "What is going on?"

"There is no time to explain," he looks at me with his baby blue eyes.  "Time won't stand frozen for long.  She's getting powerful." He places a backpack on my shoulders.  I put my arms through the loops as he gestures to me.  He tightens the front for me.

"I'm going to make it look like you froze time and knocked me out." He opens the emergency door to let me out.  "You must go."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Please find Cristi for me," he replies.  Suddenly it was clear to me.  It seems as though fake Cristi has hidden the real Cristi, and Will really likes her.

I nod as I jump out the plane.

I start free falling through the clouds, and then I notice the wind.  Time is back on, and I have to dive down further before I can pull the cord.

I guess I can scratch skydiving off my list.




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