CHERRY BLOSSOMS HIATUS
Daily NeedsI just don't feel like writing lately. So sorry to those who cared (probably no one
) Anyway, I don't know when I'll start caring, but I'll not make any promises, since I'll probably screw another deadline xP
TCHOW, les amis~
Cherry Blossoms 0.5Cherry Blossoms: Chapter 0.5 (prologue)Cherry Blossoms 0.5
The sky was black and the cold wind blew harshly through the night. The large cumulous clouds draped drowsily over the forest trees and cast a shadow over the yellow moon. They seemed ready to drop their heavy load at any time.
And the moon. The yellow moon held no light, yet it still seemed to glow with an eerie appearance. Under the moon, the forest trees blew with the wind. During the day, this forest looked peaceful and serene, but when the night crept up upon the unnoticing, the night turned it savage and creepy. There were yellow eyes that sought out little children was
FotP 8Five months had passed and Silo was used to his retarded teachers. The brunette sat in chemistry next to Angelina. Silo and Angelina had gotten to be great friends and hung out often. Silo was sharing notes with her when there was a knock on the classroom door.FotP 8
The chemistry teacher frowned and turned towards the door. She turned to the class and bellowed, “Just because I am not teaching does not mean you maggots can start yapping! I’ll be right back, so shut your traps!”
The students were completely silen
FotP 10It had been a couple months since Neddie’s death and it had crushed Silo. He hadn’t gone to school for a couple weeks until Josh and Angelina wrenched him out of bed and forced him to go to class. He had gone, but grudgingly.FotP 10
Silo had grown accustomed to university life, and his friends were always there for him. It was one day, however, when things had finally started to feel normal again, that it happened.
Angelina and Silo sat in a field, working on their schoolwork. It was around evening at six ‘o clock.
“Hey, Silo,” Angelina poked Silo in the side with her pencil. “What
FotP 9It was a cold and cloudy afternoon and the sunset reflected off of the dusty clouds. The sky matched Silo’s emotion and state of being as he stood on the sidewalk, staring at the sign hanging on the fence that surrounded the area. Denver Cemetery and Mortuary. Silo tore his eyes away from the dreary sign and entered the cemetery. He wore a black jacket covering a black dress shirt and navy blue jeans. His heart felt heavy aFotP 9
Hello!  My name is Hannah and I love to write~! I have many ideas for stories, but I suck at deadlines. Please excuse me if I am late or even early sometimes. I usually have to be in the mood xD I will not submit art to this account other than writing.I like sweets, reading, writing, drawing, listening to music, taking walks, tai kwon do, and the internet. I dislike TV most of the time, vegetables, homophobes, and the cold. I also dislike the heat, but I'm used to it. I like in Cali.  The summers are HELL.I would also like to point out that I cuss in my stories sometimes. Just saying. |
is this ur main account now or something? XDD
~yaoiprincess12 has been offline 4d xDD
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I can be changed by what happpens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.
Great hopes make great lives.
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sonaffa-bitch..... say it out loud, whats it sound like?
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I can be changed by what happpens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.
Great hopes make great lives.
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I can be changed by what happpens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.
Great hopes make great lives.
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I can be changed by what happpens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.
Great hopes make great lives.
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