Preface:
I lived alone in this neverending universe.
It wasn't fair being the only one of your kind. It wasn't fair to have no one to talk to or relate to. I'm scared, even though I'm stronger than any other human or animal, I had no choice of this life but sometimes i didn't mind it. I had forever to find a family or friends, but i wasn't going to wait that long. I didn't have to wait really but I didn't wont those people to end up like me or even worse I didn't want to kill them in the process. But if I wanted a better life than sitting around and wasting it I had to try, succeed or not I would still keep trying.
I hope you like the start of my new story Midnight crest. Plz comment and rate.
Thanks for reading. Stepphy XD
I lived alone in this neverending universe.
It wasn't fair being the only one of your kind. It wasn't fair to have no one to talk to or relate to. I'm scared, even though I'm stronger than any other human or animal, I had no choice of this life but sometimes i didn't mind it. I had forever to find a family or friends, but i wasn't going to wait that long. I didn't have to wait really but I didn't wont those people to end up like me or even worse I didn't want to kill them in the process. But if I wanted a better life than sitting around and wasting it I had to try, succeed or not I would still keep trying.
I hope you like the start of my new story Midnight crest. Plz comment and rate.
Thanks for reading. Stepphy XD
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
He stated, “Has it really been five months and a day since my last dispatch? In my defense, they’ve been five months spent immersed in the world of TWILIGHT,something I’m sure you can all appreciate. We’re in the thick of pre-production now, juggling everything from casting to storyboarding to location scouting, getting it all ready to go, but I do want to take a moment to announce to you exclusively a few of the amazing production team members who are hard at work alongside me, bringing these movies to life. I hope you’ll be as excited about them as I am: