ObsidianGlitter

Red Chapter 1 ~Looking, straight ahead in to the dark. Your curiosity got the best of you. You stare and stare, wondering what's hiding in the dark. - Red 2 Years Ago New Home. New school. New classes. New teachers. New classmates. I move a lot like every few years, but I got use to it. I like meeting new people. My dad just got a job offer here in little 'ole Butler, Pennsylvania. It's a big change from San Francisco. We moved in about a month ago, so we're almost done packing. Today, is going to be my first day at my new school. I'm in eleventh grade. Unfortunately, we moved here in the middle of the school year, so I'm pretty sure ev

Looking straight ahead in to the dark. Your curiosity got the best of you. You stare and stare, wondering what's hiding in the dark. Your eyes never blinking. Waiting, to see what's really there. . . . . . Red Are you really seeing this . . . doubtful. You eyes playing you like a fool. Trying, to make you look away, but you won't, you can't. You are far to amazed, far to enchanted. There is something drawing you in. Something, tuning out every piece of your mind, telling you to get away, run, scream; completely mute, completely immobile. Until, you hear it a whisper sliding pass your ear, barely audible. What did it say . . . Come. That's

Chapter 1                                                                       ♥ Scarlet ♥ "Scarlet, honey please come down stair," My mother shouted up the stairs. "Okay, Coming," Great what does she want now, the last time she called me Honey we had to go to a mother-daughter tea par

What being a Writer means to me. To be creative. To able to write the thoughts that can send an individual into a world of excitement, adventure, romance, mystery, and action. To be the one to create that world for that individual means to give them a piece of my individualism. To write my thoughts out. To share my thoughts with others. To push the fictional limits of the imagination. To decide what is living and what never was. To make them happy. To make them sad. Angry. Rejoice. Depressed. To create the voices you would imagine them to have. To decide the colors. To chose the pigment of there skin. The color of their hair