How strongs your imagination? Are আপনি capable of doing anything আপনি want? If your answer is yes to any of these প্রশ্ন then maybe just maybe আপনি can set foot into my world of terror,romace,hatred and a desperate hunger,and loss of loved ones...
My names Jessy ...
And this is my
story....
* CHAPTER ONE*
MOM AND DAD
"OUCH!!" I screamed in pain. Usualy when i scream like that my parents come running in the door...Awkward nothing happened. I feel my neck (my fingers dip into two indentations on my neck) "MOM,DAD!?!" I yelled helplessly. Still i had gotten no responce. I grabed my scarf and wraped it around the gaping wound on my neck. I stood up and got thrown off balence দ্বারা a যেভাবে খুশী painful presure in my head. I ignored it and moved অগ্রবর্তী and started down the hallway. As i walked down the hall. I seen the dim light of my parents room through the crack in the door way leaving a path of light on the floor. I moved foreword. My hand reached for the knob. And i slowly opened it. And what i saw right then and there will haunt me for the rest of my life...
What i saw made me sick to my stomach. Mom and Dad were both in বিছানা pail white and dead. They looked looked like prunes sucked of all there juices,not trying to be funny but thats what i saw. And what made me cry the most was they were holding eatchothers hands. I droped to my knees and began to cry harder. From the force of me hitting the ground the pain shot up to my head and moved down my spine. I screamed in antaganizing pain. I got up and slowly walked towrds my dad. I picked up his limp hand and squeezed it tight. I started to take off his ring when he slowly opened his eyes "DAD!" i ব্যক্ত with hope in my voice.
"*gasp* Jessy thank god *gasp* your still *wheez* alive..." my dad ব্যক্ত stuttering hard.
"oh daddy what happened who did this to আপনি ?!" i asked panicly.
"*cough* black *choke* white... I প্রণয় আপনি *gasp* Jessyyyy..."he ব্যক্ত as he slowly died and went as limp and as cold as a blanket. I felt my face go hot and then wet from the tears that came running down my face. i was tramatized. I started shaking with confusion,anger,pain and saddness. I took my hand and closed mom and dads eyes. I started walking out of the room. i hit the floor enraged with unusual anger. Pains shot through my body like millions of electrical shocks. I started shaking uncontrolably but then it all stopped and a strange feeling hit me i was hungry. but not in my stomach but every were else. i stood up and looked in the mirror my eyes were red, i smiled, my teeth were sharp. "Feeding time" i chuckled and jumped out a window and took off in a খুঁজুন for an appatizing meal.
My names Jessy ...
And this is my
story....
* CHAPTER ONE*
MOM AND DAD
"OUCH!!" I screamed in pain. Usualy when i scream like that my parents come running in the door...Awkward nothing happened. I feel my neck (my fingers dip into two indentations on my neck) "MOM,DAD!?!" I yelled helplessly. Still i had gotten no responce. I grabed my scarf and wraped it around the gaping wound on my neck. I stood up and got thrown off balence দ্বারা a যেভাবে খুশী painful presure in my head. I ignored it and moved অগ্রবর্তী and started down the hallway. As i walked down the hall. I seen the dim light of my parents room through the crack in the door way leaving a path of light on the floor. I moved foreword. My hand reached for the knob. And i slowly opened it. And what i saw right then and there will haunt me for the rest of my life...
What i saw made me sick to my stomach. Mom and Dad were both in বিছানা pail white and dead. They looked looked like prunes sucked of all there juices,not trying to be funny but thats what i saw. And what made me cry the most was they were holding eatchothers hands. I droped to my knees and began to cry harder. From the force of me hitting the ground the pain shot up to my head and moved down my spine. I screamed in antaganizing pain. I got up and slowly walked towrds my dad. I picked up his limp hand and squeezed it tight. I started to take off his ring when he slowly opened his eyes "DAD!" i ব্যক্ত with hope in my voice.
"*gasp* Jessy thank god *gasp* your still *wheez* alive..." my dad ব্যক্ত stuttering hard.
"oh daddy what happened who did this to আপনি ?!" i asked panicly.
"*cough* black *choke* white... I প্রণয় আপনি *gasp* Jessyyyy..."he ব্যক্ত as he slowly died and went as limp and as cold as a blanket. I felt my face go hot and then wet from the tears that came running down my face. i was tramatized. I started shaking with confusion,anger,pain and saddness. I took my hand and closed mom and dads eyes. I started walking out of the room. i hit the floor enraged with unusual anger. Pains shot through my body like millions of electrical shocks. I started shaking uncontrolably but then it all stopped and a strange feeling hit me i was hungry. but not in my stomach but every were else. i stood up and looked in the mirror my eyes were red, i smiled, my teeth were sharp. "Feeding time" i chuckled and jumped out a window and took off in a খুঁজুন for an appatizing meal.
Once upon a time... আপনি know what? This is not some fairy tale! This is the story of Sir Shalott, knight of the dead. Knight of Master Dragon! Of course... this is my story. I mean a knight looking for a way... a way of faith. Hold on there! Sit down and read this thing I wrote! Anyway... it was in Camelot. Her quest to find her place in her life brings along trust, loyalty,and some deceiving. This story will start soon, in a week অথবা when ever I can write. But... I may never get to it. So মতামত and tell what আপনি think.
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer
