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Name: Melody
Gender: Female
Interests: Horses, acting, TV, and horses (and acting)
Expertise: Horses, Acting, writing, trying to be perfect (it dosen't always work)...
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
1/27/2007
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| If a = b, and b=c, then a=c. If God=Love, and 1 John 4:18, then "There is no fear in(/with) (God). But (the) perfect (God) drives out all fear, because fear has to do with punishment("torment", Satan). The one who fears (is tormented, is with Satan) is not made perfect in (God)." Right? | | |
| ... "HELP ME!!" My voice breaks in desperation as I pray that someone can hear me. "Ok." I look up to see my Saviors beautiful face smiling down at me as He stretches His hand out. "What?" I ask. Can it really be that easy? "I was waiting for you to ask." The darkness shudders at His rich voice. I am momentarily stunned by His captivating eyes, His radiant smile, to know that it's meant wholly for me. His grin softens as He recognizes my feelings, but He waits patiently for my answer. I look down at His hand. I slowly reach out and take it. Suddenly, the darkness is under me; I am standing on top of it. I look around in amazement at the bright, clear room, so different from the crushing black. I look at Him; He is still smiling, happy at my relief, and amused by my constant wonder. I walk around on the black that tried to kill me, relieved at my power over it. I bend down and rub my fingers on the floor, erasing some of the shade, making it lighter grey. I stand, look at the black, look at the grey, and look at Him. Yeah, I can do this. | | |
| I shake my head and my feet carry me backwards, taking me away from the aggressive things flooding into the dark room. I have two choices: Stand and face it, maybe fight, maybe coax, maybe just face up. Or run. Get away. Avoid it as I try to everything else. My back hits the cold wall. The dark shapes are pressing closer. I won't cry; that's a sign of weakness. I won't bend. I won't run. I won't tell anyone. But it's getting bigger, it's presence sucking the air out of my lungs. My muscles fold, bringing me to the floor, making myself smaller, maybe it will go away. But it pushes forward. I crawl away, towards the little space it hasn't taken over. My mind races as I try to figure out how I can make it stop. Maybe if I eliminated myself, it would quit. Or it could devour me as it seems to want to. My side hits the other wall. There, it has pushed me into the corner. To kill me? I wish. It only wants to take a little part of me. But there is so much of it! Will there be any left? It surrounds me now, over me, at my side, in front of me. I can't breath anymore. I can't see the way out. I put my hands up, but it doesn't see, it pushes closer. I cover my head with my hands... | | |
| For those of you who don't know, I'm writing a sequel to Twilight. Kinda. It has two... three... four new characters... that I can think of right now. A vampire, a werewolf, a human, and the human's best friend. But I work with the vampire and human the most. So two new MAIN characters. ANYway, I want to publish it to a FanFic site and, as we all know, as avid readers, the plot synopsis is one of the most important things. I've already made JoJo read it after she had read most of the story, but her view was kind of biased since she's OBSESSED with the story now!! (Which I am thrilled about. I'm not complaining.) So, my question for you: Does this blurb (not the fact that I wrote it, Tori, Mom, and Katelyn) does the BLURB make you want to read the story? Dominic, a rebellious vampire who loves a challenge, decides to move in with the Cullens. How does this disobedient boy fit with his new family? And what happens when he decides to go behind their backs and date a lonely human girl named Connor? What will happen? Will she stay with him with him in spite of his many secrets, or will logic win against love? | | |
| My random thought for today: Why don't they make cars rubber? That way it wouldn't do any damgage when we ran into each other. Random fact about me for today: I had nightmares about the Brave Little Toster when I was 6 or 7. I died slowly in quicksand while the Toster and his electronic pals watched. It still makes my stomach turn to see comercials. Why did you need to know all that? You don't. But now you do. XP | | |
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