The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Read chapters 1 and 2 first. Thanks.
The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animals on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That day Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small dogs laying in a heap by the pond. She ran over to them and stroked their fur.
"Are you lost?" Summer asked knowingly. The dogs lifted their heads in acknowledgement.
Summer petted them. "You don't have a home, do you?"
The brother whimpered and looked up at her. He had the deepest blue eyes of them all; his expression captured Summer's heart.
"Come home with me," Summer whispered sweetly. "You'd be perfect for us. We live on a farm and everything."
The puppy's ears perked up. Was she really going to take them home? This was miraculous.
Summer scratched his ears while he thought about it. Maybe he could find his mother again. Maybe she'd keep the whole family. Was it possible?
Summer began petting the puppy's sister. "Aw, you're so cute. Are you the brother?"
The puppy's ears went back mildly and a high-pitched whimper came from her throat.
"Oh. Are you the sister?"
The puppy's tail began wagging and for once in the two hours they'd been lost, she spoke.
"And are you a brother?" Summer asked the other puppy. He agreed, barking and wagging and even jumping up to lick her face.
"Then I'll call you Shadow."
This made the dog even happier. He jumped around. But the sister looked at Summer expectantly, waiting for her to name her.
"I'll call you...Zoey."
Zoey walked around happily. She was indeed the prissiest of the litter, so she made her way over to the middle of the grass and began wagging her tail and strutting - the way a dog would.
"Zoey!" Summer exclaimed through a fit of giggles. "Come on, guys. Let's get home. Which one of you wants to walk, and which one wants to ride in the picnic basket attached to the bike?"
Zoey immediately climbed onto Summer's lap and then into the picnic basket. Shadow looked at them happily. He wanted to walk anyway.
"Okay. Now let's go home."
Meanwhile, the mother had been searching everywhere for her puppies.
Now where else would she go?
The girl living just around the corner.
Her name was Summer. She was eight years old and lived on a farm with her parents and often visited the animals on the farm. She had blond hair and blue eyes; she was very beautiful as well. She was a softhearted, adventurous girl who always found a way to brighten things.
That day Summer rode her bike down the path. She planned to ride to the pond and back, but once she got to the pond, she couldn't help but notice the two small dogs laying in a heap by the pond. She ran over to them and stroked their fur.
"Are you lost?" Summer asked knowingly. The dogs lifted their heads in acknowledgement.
Summer petted them. "You don't have a home, do you?"
The brother whimpered and looked up at her. He had the deepest blue eyes of them all; his expression captured Summer's heart.
"Come home with me," Summer whispered sweetly. "You'd be perfect for us. We live on a farm and everything."
The puppy's ears perked up. Was she really going to take them home? This was miraculous.
Summer scratched his ears while he thought about it. Maybe he could find his mother again. Maybe she'd keep the whole family. Was it possible?
Summer began petting the puppy's sister. "Aw, you're so cute. Are you the brother?"
The puppy's ears went back mildly and a high-pitched whimper came from her throat.
"Oh. Are you the sister?"
The puppy's tail began wagging and for once in the two hours they'd been lost, she spoke.
"And are you a brother?" Summer asked the other puppy. He agreed, barking and wagging and even jumping up to lick her face.
"Then I'll call you Shadow."
This made the dog even happier. He jumped around. But the sister looked at Summer expectantly, waiting for her to name her.
"I'll call you...Zoey."
Zoey walked around happily. She was indeed the prissiest of the litter, so she made her way over to the middle of the grass and began wagging her tail and strutting - the way a dog would.
"Zoey!" Summer exclaimed through a fit of giggles. "Come on, guys. Let's get home. Which one of you wants to walk, and which one wants to ride in the picnic basket attached to the bike?"
Zoey immediately climbed onto Summer's lap and then into the picnic basket. Shadow looked at them happily. He wanted to walk anyway.
"Okay. Now let's go home."
Meanwhile, the mother had been searching everywhere for her puppies.
Now where else would she go?
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of you may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This year I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This year I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 books I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually reading it!!!One Day i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
By AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but you are always there
in her way.
You scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
You laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick by my friends. Help stop bullying!