DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
As Darkness Rises
HTML https://adr.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: Mountains
*****************************************************
#Post#: 3051--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Roka Date: February 27, 2013, 4:39 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Roka bury his head deeper and let his hand run on the tree. "I
just want to know the truth... I just don't understand how this
happened..."
#Post#: 3053--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Shinji Date: February 27, 2013, 4:44 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"Are you sure? Theres a saying 'Dont ask for the truth, if you
like the lie you live'... "
#Post#: 3056--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Roka Date: February 27, 2013, 4:48 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Roka turn around and punched the tree hard, venting his angers
out. "I know!" He kept punching so hard that the tree eventually
fell over as he bruise his knuckles a bit. 'I know I know... but
I just can't accept the lie either...' he though to himself.
There was a old red book that was buried under the tree, as if
it looked like a diary.
#Post#: 3060--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Shinji Date: February 27, 2013, 4:58 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Logan didn't stop him nor did he move, he just watched. He
notice the book and pick it." What do we have here?"
#Post#: 3061--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Roka Date: February 27, 2013, 4:59 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Roka climb over the tree and punching it, breaking the trunk
bits by bits, still venting out his angers and not noticing
logan picking up the book.
On the cover was a faded words: 'Celia's Diary'
#Post#: 3065--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Shinji Date: February 27, 2013, 5:06 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Logan let him destory the tree, he need a semi safe way to
express his anger." A dairy?" He flipped though the pages.
#Post#: 3067--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Roka Date: February 27, 2013, 5:08 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
The diary showed a femine writting, it seemed to be written from
when she was a teenager, to adult:
HTML http://adr.createaforum.com/journal/roka-velius'-journal/msg3058/#msg3058
On the last page, the writting style changed, as if a young boy
has written in this.
#Post#: 3070--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Shinji Date: February 27, 2013, 5:13 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Logan read the last page." Roka... I think this book iss for
you..."
#Post#: 3071--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Roka Date: February 27, 2013, 5:18 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Roka's head jerked toward Logan, his hands was bleeding slightly
from punching. He walk up to him and snatch the book out of the
hand and began reading the book, wondering why it for him.
His expression changed suddenly, from anger to shock, and then
finally sadness. Tears were dripping down on his cheek as he
read the last few page and he began to read the last page. He
close his eyes suddenly though and try to wipe the tears off as
he try to read last page.
#Post#: 3072--------------------------------------------------
Re: Feeling Distant (open, day)
By: Shinji Date: February 27, 2013, 5:22 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Logan reached into his satchel and pulled out a first aid kit
and a napkin." Here and give me your hands..."
*****************************************************
DIR Previous Page
DIR Next Page