Lordifan1

My story begins with my character, named Amelia, who's the grand-daughter of Oberst Herzog. She was born in a happy family, but her mother and father got killed by the enemy of the Nazi's. So Herzog was chosen to take care of her, together with her uncles and 2 brothers who worked together with Herzog, and took turns in taking care of her until she was 7-10 years old, waiting for them to come home, they never returned, but she still waited and waited, then a messenger came and knocked on the door and brought her sad news, they'd been chased by crazed, murderous villagers up to the mountains of Norway, and stayed there until they likely froze

The metal chains burns my ankles and wrists The metal balls weighted me down into darkness I wanted to reach out but My body ached from pain I wanted to cry out for help but My voice was no longer remain No light came to my rescue Then I soon found out That I was no longer in the cell I was in paradise No chain balls No darkness That I was alive and happy Where my family smiled broadly at me Then I soon found out That I have died in my sleep

This name that I have been given Has made my life a little paranoid It's so very common That I decided to hate it How can I be different? When everywhere I go, I see and hear that name The same as mine The more I hate this name The more I want another one, a different one To be named by so many people that has Those same nine letters Four syllables I wish mine was changed I realized, along my time I despised nicknames They're just going to be Alike, unchanged, similar to the one I have From those who have chosen

Just listen to the melody. He whispers to me. He stands over me, as I sit, staring blankly up at him. His dark blue irises subdue my deep violet colors. A silver instrument rises up to his lips and he plays it smoothly. The musical notes doesn't reach far into my mind, it just tickles my long pointed ears. Her eyes don't quiver at the sound of my flute. Her blank stare has nothing, but an empty void. Loneliness lingers deep inside. I blow into the mouth with a little more force, urging for the song to trespass her world. I kneel closer to her, so that our faces were at level. Light lambent magic, streams out of the flute. It twists and turn

"Sweetie, grandma has sent you a twelve birthday gift. Would you like to open it now or later?" mother's voice drifted through my wooden door as I looked out of the window. It was my twelfth birthday and everybody I knew gave me a present. Most of the presents were the ones that I didn't need and the others were just plain junk. "Just leave it by the door." I hollered out to her, she responded to me from a knock and silence. Once the coast was clear, I walk to my door to find it cracked open and to find a small package. When I took it in, and opened the package to find a small red pouch. 'Wow a present within a present.' I thought to mysel

With one final breath Death kisses her, drinking in her soul Light lambent mist Oozes from her lips A vehement vibe Rocks the monotonous void He raises her up, Her woebegone shell, laden within his alluring arms Hungry and desperate hellhounds Plunders the grounds With a lick, Death tames these deterred creatures Away with he and she, they cross the fields of punishment Banshees and ghosts Wail for their attention For the Lord of the Dead, awaits for approval

Me: Hey Piper~ Piper: hmm? Me: Hi. Piper: Hi. Me: Hey Piper~ Piper: hmm? Me: Hi. Piper: Hi. Me: Hey Piper~ Piper: … what? Me: Hi. Piper: Hi. Me: Hey Piper~ Piper: What? Me: Hi. Piper: Hi… Me: Hey Piper~ Piper: *Ignores me* Me: *smiles and leaves a note* Piper: turns around when hearing nothing to find the note. "I heart you" in music notes form. *frowns and tries to find me, finds me when I'm playing in the small stream* Me: *Happily playing in the water* Piper: *smiles and wrap his arms around me and signs to me a "I heart you" with his hands*

I can't believe I accepted to go to this party. I mean, I'm not really on the 'friendly term' with Stiltskin, ever since last summer. It's hard to believe, he would invite me to one of his parties. I take one last look in the mirror, gauging myself of how good I was looking. 'Wait, why am I even care on what I'm gonna look in this event? He said I can wear anything I usually wear.' I shrug at myself and then straighten my hat before leaving my room. Stiltskin has been so kind to even lend me one of his rooms to me. It seems absolutely pointless to do that; I can just come here, all dressed up for the party. Yep. As I enter the ballroom, th