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uprising [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: Rebelia. Date: January 23, 2013, 11:48 pm
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[center][font=georgia]"the diary of lily roberts series" ;;
book one ;; uprising.
book two ;; free falling.
book three ;; the crumbling wall.
book four ;; burning bridges.
looking for suggestions on the series name. XD
[shadow=black,left]U P R I S I N G.[/shadow][/font][/center]
[spoiler=Chapter One: Ignited][font=courier]I was
trapped.[/font]
[font=georgia]The walls seemed to close in on me as I shrank
away from the hungry flames that had me cornered. I was going to
die. I just knew it. I heard my mother's desperate screams,
calling my name as she sprinted don the hallway to my door. I
wanted to move, I wanted to run to my mother. But my feet had
become as heavy as stones, weighing me down so I could not rise
to my feet. My heart pounded in my chest as a scream reached my
ears. No! I thought, willing myself to rise to my feet. Hailey!
I felt the agonizing heat of the fire burn my pale skin as my
hand skimmed across a patch of flames as my right hand touched
the doorknob. The door burst open as soon as I turned the knob,
and I realized that the fire had burned a part of the door,
leaving it unstable. As the door fell to the ground with a thud
and lit up in flames. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me
until I saw a hand sticking out of the doorway to my little
sister's room. I took the hand, pulling the limp body out of the
room, and I shuddered when I saw Hailey's childish, rounded
face. Despite the high temperature of the room, my little
sister's body was as cold as ice. I ran my hand up to her neck
to feel for a pulse.
There was nothing. No warmth, no blood running through her
veins.
My heart sank, a tear running down my cheek as I dared to
look further at Hailey's body. Her round blue eyes were blank
and glazed over, and the cheerful light had faded into a dead
darkness, leaving her beautiful pair of eyes dull and lifeless.
Hailey's blonde hair was tied back in a braid that went down her
back, all the way down to her waist, just as it had been when
she had gone to bed. I did not want to fell the icy coldness of
my sister's skin that indicated that there was no longer warm
blood flowing through her veins, and though I was reluctant to
touch that icy cold skin, I gingerly lifted her petite body in
my arms, and ran--or more like glided down the blackened wooden
steps, bursting through the door. I opened the gate of the white
picket fence, sprinting about fifty feet until I plunged into
the thick forest where I laid Hailey's body. I would come back
for it after I got the rest of my family out of the house, or at
least my youngest sister, Annabelle.
There was no way I was going to let my sister die--I at
least had to try to save her. I was too late for Hailey, but
maybe I could save Annabelle. I felt no concern for my own
safety or my own health. The only thing I cared about at the
moment was saving Annabelle. And so there I went, thrusting
myself into the flames that made a crackling sound as they
devoured my home. I held my breath, cautious not to inhale a lot
of smoke. The charred scent of the thick blackened air made me
want to jump out of the nearest window, but I held myself back.
"Annabelle!" I screeched frantically, pushing aside wooden
beams that had fallen, reaching the charred door to her room.
There was good news and bad news. The good news: Annabelle was
still alive. The bad news: she was surrounded by fire.
Fear clutched me as I rushed to the bathroom; the only place
where there was no fire. A glass sat on the counter, used to
rinse our mouths after brushing our teeth. I grabbed the glass,
filling it with water, and rushing back to Annabelle's room in
about five seconds. She was still alive, but her breathing was
shallow. A cold feeling gripped me as I realized that she didn't
have much time left before death took her. I poured every drop
of water from the glass on the flames that trapped my sister,
and they hissed as they died off, leaving behind blackened wood
and ash.
With as much strength as I could muster, I took my sister's
hand and pulled her up, dragging her to the door. Though she
weighed my down, decreasing my speed, I moved fairly quickly
towards the door ... or what was left of it, anyway. But I
couldn't let Annabelle die. I had been too late for Hailey -
which I would never forgive myself for - but maybe, just maybe I
could save Annabelle. I barely made it out of the house, the
flames not even a centimeter away from my foot as I burst out
the door, sparks flying in my wake. My world was a blur, and I
knew that I was about to feint. Black dots swam in my vision as
I stumbled away from my burning home, and then terror struck me;
my mother was still inside. I wanted to open my mouth and
scream, but I could not make the muscles in my jaw respond to my
will. The black dots grew larger and larger, clouding my vision
as I set Annabelle down on the grass, and my world went
black.[/font][/spoiler]
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Re: brick by { B R I C K [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: dew Date: January 27, 2013, 4:39 pm
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[center][font=georgia]tracking <3
sorry for posting[/font][/center]
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Re: brick by { B R I C K [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: Rebelia. Date: January 29, 2013, 10:04 pm
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[font=georgia]done with chapter one!
i left you in suspense. -.-[/font]
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Re: brick by { B R I C K [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: dew Date: January 29, 2013, 10:07 pm
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[center][font=georgia]Dx[/font][/center]
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Re: brick by { B R I C K [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: Rebelia. Date: January 29, 2013, 10:15 pm
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[font=georgia]it's all ;;
"my house is burning down!"
"OMG hailey's dead!"
"gotta get annabelle out!"
"i'm gonna feint!"
"my mom's still in there!"
DUN DUN DUN ...
&& she blacks out.
working on chapter three~[/font]
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Re: uprising [deia's first BOOK - wip]
By: Rebelia. Date: January 30, 2013, 9:01 pm
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[center][font=georgia][shadow=black,left]T H E F A L L E
N[/shadow]
chapter two.[/font][/center]
[spoiler][font=georgia][font=courier]I was on fire.[/font]
The hungry, vicious flames burned my skin, eating me alive.
I screamed as the flames engulfed me, burned me, threatened to
kill me. Being burned alive was excruciating, and without any
doubt, it was the most painful thing I have ever felt -
physically. The world was a blur, a blur of amber as the fire
continued to burn me like I was made of paper. I cast my green
gaze on the flames, trying to bring my world back into focus,
but my eyes would not do what I willed them to do. Panic struck
me harder and harder every second as I flailed helplessly,
screams closing around my throat. But screaming would do no
good. I was going to die, whether I screamed or not.
The flames died, leaving my body a series of red to
coal-black hues. And I saw an angelic, heavenly light shining
from the sky. "I'm not ready to die!" I screamed helplessly as a
small figure emerged from the light. Her silken blonde hair was
tied back in a braid that fell at her waist, her skin so pale
that it was almost white. Her uncommon pallor was familiar, but
I couldn't quite remember why ...
Then she drifted closer, and I could see her face more
clearly. She had a round, childish face, appearing to be around
eight to ten years old. Her features were small and pixie-like,
but beautiful in a childlike way. Her eyes were round, perfect
circles with long, sweeping lashes. The irises of her pair of
round eyes were enveloped in a pale shade of intelligent blue,
which was also shockingly familiar. And then the angelic child
drifted closer to me, so that we were about two feet away from
each other. I flinched when I recognized my little sister,
Hailey. Then I understood; I was dead, just like her. And now
Hailey was an angel who had come to take my soul from the earth.
Her blue eyes were serene as she stared at my burned body,
her seashell-pink lips a hard, flat line.
"Lilith," she said, her voice unusually musical, and
high-pitched, like soprano singing.
I flinched at my real name. Hailey had never called me
Lilith before.
"You're not dead. Neither is Annabelle. You're safe. Now
wake up," she ordered in her sweet soprano voice, touching her
hand to my cheek. My skin tone matched hers, I noticed, but our
hair and eyes were nowhere near similar to each other. My dark
chestnut brown hair was curled in soft ringlets, hers a light
golden, and perfectly straight, but both with a perfectly
smooth, silken texture. My eyes were a pale hue of ivy-green,
versus hers a light blue. Our eye lashes were the same length;
both long and sweeping, colored as black as night.
Our faces were similar, but with different noses, and the
shape of my face was not as round and childish as hers. I was
thirteen, she was nine.
I shuddered at that thought. She was nine when she died.
What a short life, a short life that had ended in flames.
Despite my desolate feelings rushing through me, my expression
was composed. Smooth, emotionless, though I had tears forming at
the bottom of my eyes, a few drops spilling on my cheeks. I
forced myself to speak.
"W-wheres m-mom?" I choked, my voice cracking.
Hailey's face fell. "Gone ..." she whispered, looking me in
the eye meaningfully, pulling her tawny eyebrows together.
My heart sank. So now I had lost my sister and my mother.
Misery and desolate filled my heart as more tears streamed down
my face, and I was now unable to stop.
Before I could speak, the image faded, thrusting me back
into reality. It was just a dream - or some kind of vision.
wipppp! post feedback on what i have so far! c:[/font][/spoiler]
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