Lacking of anything new to update ( I'm still single and looking ), I'll just... post another character intro. Just as a reminder to you great people out there, these are just intros of full chapters within the story and there are goings on beyond them. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm writing a story called "Crying Whispers: Echoes Beyond Tears". The hope is that it will be a series under the name of Crying Whispers. I've already started on the second of the series, but really just so I know where I want to stop on this one. The second will be called "Darkness Heights". Well... that's the working title at least. OK... enough of that.
Sometimes the best way to deal is to deny it all. It seems there are people in the world that can not accept things they can't change so they just... deny they are there in total... then there are people that long for that change so much that they have no choice but to either lose their sanity and dive head first into depression... or just... pretend things are the way they want. Why is it so hard for us to see the truth when it hurts... but it's easy for us to accept a lie we know is a lie. What goes through the mind of a girl who sees the world as her pearl... but deep in her heart realizes that it's just costume jewlery?
She's in full denial.. she's vain, selfish, and midly narsicistic... she's Megan!
Now for the "Don't steal my shit!" message:
Remember that "Crying Whispers: Echoes Beyond Tears", DMHS, and all the character's therein are the brainchild of Chayse D. Angelus S. ( DarkNyghtzDream@netzero.com ), and the actual text of Crying Whispers are all copyrights of the author ( Chayse D. Angelus S. ). Thanks!
From "Crying Whispers: Echoes Beyond Tears"
Megan: Heading No Where And Thrilled To Death About It
"
Gentle yellow hues of color slide through her blinds and directly into the closed eyelids of beauty itself. The self-proclaimed personification of beauty, Megan Heart, arises from slumber, and removes a purple eye mask from her face. Standing, she checks the clock and nods... she would have just enough time to complete her grooming for the day and make it to school to see the only man she could ever love, Jake. Jacob, or so she thought his proper name was... sweet sweet Jacob. As the filtered - yes filtered - water slides down her body in the shower, a hand caresses her skin as she immagines its the hand of that romantic, charismatic child of perfection, Jake.
After spending exactly 15 minutes in the shower, she steps out and examines her skin to make sure no wrinkles have been caused by the water. After a complete inspection in a mirror, she smiles to herself and giggles gently, telling her reflection that if I was a lesbian, Id so date you... you sexy bitch. She winks to her reflection, starting to be turned on by herself, and reluctantly makes her way over to her bed to choose clothing. Walking into her closet, it seems she walked into a department store, with racks of clothing, jackets, and a section with shoes. As she strolls, naked, through this clothing paradise, she picks up random pieces of clothing and frowns as she places them up against her body... a few tears start to well up in her eyes and she colapses down to her knees, in sobs. I have nothing to wear!! She sobs to herself, barely able to see through the tears as she pushes to her feet, then continues to make her way through. She picks herself a pair of black lace panties, and a matching black lace bra... a see-through white dress shirt, and a tight black mini skirt. All this is contrasted by black work-style boots.
The next hour and a half is spent fixing, washing, and refixing her hair multiple times, and applying make-up, and checking to make sure it was very subtile. Dreamy eyes look skyward as the door to her home opens, and she walks on air, the sky becomming her bed of flowers, cradling silent steps of ignorant bliss as she floats into the house of hospitality where shes worshipped as a goddess - or so she thinks - Dark Myst High.
Random whispers and darkened smiles litter the hallway as she walks, those pools of color scanning the place in search of the young hearthrob whom she called baby, Jake. She finds him in a daze in the hallway. She grins, knowing in her heart of hearts that hes thinking of her. A light giggle emits through ruby glossed lips, and she slips infront of the (jaded) young man, and wraps her arms around his neck. Smiling and moving up to her tip toes, she kisses his soft lips gently. A wink and a poke to the stomache are given to him, in return he smiles, his smile causing her to melt in his arms. She turns and leans against him, and he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. She smiles and looks out over the hallway, seeing Marke and Cate hugging. She waves lightly to Cate, and she smiles back. Cates so nice, Jake. I like her... and Marke seems so in love with her... She smiles, her heart as genuine as possible, in a world that seemed as dark as death. Jake mutters something to himself, and lets her go. She turns and looks to him, a bit sad... Whats wrong? Nothin. You sure, sweetie? ... yeah. I love you. ... yeah... love you too. With that, he walks away, and she feels her heart sing the song of joy she feels every time he tells her he loves her. "
Sometimes the best way to deal is to deny it all. It seems there are people in the world that can not accept things they can't change so they just... deny they are there in total... then there are people that long for that change so much that they have no choice but to either lose their sanity and dive head first into depression... or just... pretend things are the way they want. Why is it so hard for us to see the truth when it hurts... but it's easy for us to accept a lie we know is a lie. What goes through the mind of a girl who sees the world as her pearl... but deep in her heart realizes that it's just costume jewlery?
She's in full denial.. she's vain, selfish, and midly narsicistic... she's Megan!
Now for the "Don't steal my shit!" message:
Remember that "Crying Whispers: Echoes Beyond Tears", DMHS, and all the character's therein are the brainchild of Chayse D. Angelus S. ( DarkNyghtzDream@netzero.com ), and the actual text of Crying Whispers are all copyrights of the author ( Chayse D. Angelus S. ). Thanks!
From "Crying Whispers: Echoes Beyond Tears"
Megan: Heading No Where And Thrilled To Death About It
"
Gentle yellow hues of color slide through her blinds and directly into the closed eyelids of beauty itself. The self-proclaimed personification of beauty, Megan Heart, arises from slumber, and removes a purple eye mask from her face. Standing, she checks the clock and nods... she would have just enough time to complete her grooming for the day and make it to school to see the only man she could ever love, Jake. Jacob, or so she thought his proper name was... sweet sweet Jacob. As the filtered - yes filtered - water slides down her body in the shower, a hand caresses her skin as she immagines its the hand of that romantic, charismatic child of perfection, Jake.
After spending exactly 15 minutes in the shower, she steps out and examines her skin to make sure no wrinkles have been caused by the water. After a complete inspection in a mirror, she smiles to herself and giggles gently, telling her reflection that if I was a lesbian, Id so date you... you sexy bitch. She winks to her reflection, starting to be turned on by herself, and reluctantly makes her way over to her bed to choose clothing. Walking into her closet, it seems she walked into a department store, with racks of clothing, jackets, and a section with shoes. As she strolls, naked, through this clothing paradise, she picks up random pieces of clothing and frowns as she places them up against her body... a few tears start to well up in her eyes and she colapses down to her knees, in sobs. I have nothing to wear!! She sobs to herself, barely able to see through the tears as she pushes to her feet, then continues to make her way through. She picks herself a pair of black lace panties, and a matching black lace bra... a see-through white dress shirt, and a tight black mini skirt. All this is contrasted by black work-style boots.
The next hour and a half is spent fixing, washing, and refixing her hair multiple times, and applying make-up, and checking to make sure it was very subtile. Dreamy eyes look skyward as the door to her home opens, and she walks on air, the sky becomming her bed of flowers, cradling silent steps of ignorant bliss as she floats into the house of hospitality where shes worshipped as a goddess - or so she thinks - Dark Myst High.
Random whispers and darkened smiles litter the hallway as she walks, those pools of color scanning the place in search of the young hearthrob whom she called baby, Jake. She finds him in a daze in the hallway. She grins, knowing in her heart of hearts that hes thinking of her. A light giggle emits through ruby glossed lips, and she slips infront of the (jaded) young man, and wraps her arms around his neck. Smiling and moving up to her tip toes, she kisses his soft lips gently. A wink and a poke to the stomache are given to him, in return he smiles, his smile causing her to melt in his arms. She turns and leans against him, and he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. She smiles and looks out over the hallway, seeing Marke and Cate hugging. She waves lightly to Cate, and she smiles back. Cates so nice, Jake. I like her... and Marke seems so in love with her... She smiles, her heart as genuine as possible, in a world that seemed as dark as death. Jake mutters something to himself, and lets her go. She turns and looks to him, a bit sad... Whats wrong? Nothin. You sure, sweetie? ... yeah. I love you. ... yeah... love you too. With that, he walks away, and she feels her heart sing the song of joy she feels every time he tells her he loves her. "