White_Roses2
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This is the first chapter of a story I started to write. It's about a girl called Rose, she falls in love with a boy from another planet, named the Shadowlands. It's a lot of writing, but read it if you want.
[SIZE=14pt]ENVY[/SIZE]
Envy. The thing everybody hates to feel. The feeling you get when you see another girl with your crush. When you see someone prettier than you, who gets all the the attention. When you lose.
It’s my greatest love.
The only thing that could kill me and never feel regret or pain. I love the thing that hates me more than the many things in the world that love me and cherish me until the end of time. I just throw those things away so I can be hated. Envy in the most beautiful monster in existence.
**
I'm sitting in my bedroom. It's after school on a Friday. The radio is playing in the background; soon my favorite song comes on. Nodding my head to the music, I type one last sentence. I'm on the forums, role-playing as I always do. My love for fantasy is infinite. I dream of other worlds. Vampires, fairies, sometimes I make up others as I sleep. My sketch book is filled with drawings of them, some from when I was just a child, before I turned five, even. Half of them don't make any sense, but it's fantasy. I don't care.
My mother told me of my father sometimes. I know little about him. Not even his name. She told me he was an adventurer. One day he left, never came back. She told me he was strange, but a beautiful creature all the same. She told me he was like a vampire, but I never understood what she meant. She told me I looked exactly like her, nothing from my father other than my eyes. My bright lime green eyes, even brighter than a cat's. Everything else I got from her. The dark brown wavy hair, the light olive skin, even the height and body shape.
My mother also told me he lived up to his name. Always happy and optimistic, full of energy. She never told me what his name was. I never understood anything about him. Sometimes, if I asked her about him, she'd cry. I could tell she still loved him, even if had been sixteen years since he left. Never in my whole life had I met him.
Something in my gut is telling me something bad is about to happen to me, but I don’t know what.
My thoughts are interrupted when the ground shakes. I jump up and grab my phone, shutting my laptop and putting it on the bed. I run to the doorway as fast as I can, and my mum nearly crashes into me. The ground is still shaking, but nothing else seems to be. everything stays perfectly still on my desk. Nothing falls, anywhere.
"Is this an earthquake?" I ask my mother.
She looks around, holding onto the doorway. "I think so." She replies. "But nothing is falling." She looks back at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
The shaking stops. Everything is still where it is.
My mum frowns. "That was strange."
I nod slowly.
"Right then." She mutters after a few moments of silence. She leaves the room, back to the studio.
My mother is an artist of some kind. She mostly paints abstract things that don't make any sense. I can only see what it really is if I look at it for hours with uninterrupted concentration. In truth, she love fantasy as much as I do. She truly believes in the impossible.
The music on my radio suddenly cuts out. It’s just buzzing for ages. I stand there in the doorway staring at it, confused. “They’re coming.” Mutters a voice.
“What?” I murmur to myself. How is that possible?
“..interrupt this program to broadcast some important news.”
What the heck? What just happened?
“A strange portal has opened in Mentone.”
“As if.” I utter out loud, though I can’t help but be curious. I stroll over to the TV cabinet in my room, casually pressing the on button and watch while the screen flickers on. I’m about to switch to the new channel, but the broadcast is already on. The channel logo is in the upper corner, and it definitely isn’t the news.
Is this some movie add?
“..vortex has strangely appeared in the middle of Mentone’s local shopping center.” Announces the reporter. “At the moment we are trying to get a closer look at this unnatural happening.”
“This is anything but unnatural.” Proclaims an unidentified woman.
The camera jolts towards her.
She’s dressed in a long dark purple gown. It’s off the shoulders, lined with black silk. There is a corset style belt, the skirt decorated with ombre petals. Her skin is deathly pale, like a vampire’s. Her hair is a shiny pitch black, but her eyes are violet in colour. “It’s a thing called a tradition. A practice, ritual, a way of life, a habit for our family.” She sighs as if we’re stupid creatures.
“We know what tradition means.” Utters a brave man.
“SILENCE!” The woman screams without moving her head. “Now, where were we?” She smirks at the camera. “The queen brings her eldest son to Earth to study human ways. Sometimes we bring the other siblings.”
My mouth falls open. “What the heck?!” I exclaim a little to loudly.
My mother runs into the room. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She asks, worried, eyebrows creased.
“Oh, ah, nothing. Never mind.” I reply hurriedly, pulling my boots on as I hop out the door. “I’ll be back soon!”
**
Minutes later I arrive at the vortex. There’s a huge crowd, and a few cameras, each and everyone staring into the middle, at the ‘Queen’.
How is this possible?
Pushing into the crowd, to the front, I notice there’s more than one of them. Six girls standing in a line, next to their mother. No son in sight. Each girl looking around the crowd, looking down on us. Their ages vary widely, I can see.
The two youngest are a pair of twins, around the age of five. Their dresses are nearly identical, similar to their mother’s in many ways. The same black belt around the waist, a boat neck style collar, lined with black silk, and a smooth skirt without decor. One twin wears a violet dress, her black hair held up in double pony tails. The other wears a blood red, her hair held in one pony tail. The pair of them have violet eyes like their mother, looking over us with a sinister gaze.
The next sister, with a vast age difference from the twins, looks around fourteen. She is wearing thick black eyeliner, and gold glittery eyeshadow. Her eyes are an amber-gold colour, matching her golden dress. The garment is the same as all of the older sisters, off the shoulder, lined with black silk, a corset belt and smooth skirt. She wears many rings and necklaces, each one gold and encrusted with jewels.
The next three sisters and nearly identical. They wear a larger version of the same dress. Each one has a different hairstyle, but the same amber-gold eyes. One wears a carmine red dress, her hair falls straight and beautiful, flowing around her face. The second wears a pale blue, her hair wavy and long. The third wears pink, her hair is wavy, the same as the second, but her fringe in cut straight, just under her eyebrows.
And the son? No where to be seen.
“What a curious group of humans. So mysterious, so interesting.” The queen comments, looking right into my bright green eyes with a menacing stare.
“The heir, future king,” She continues, still smirking into my gaze. I can feel a few people look at me for a moment, before turning to the vortex.
“The queen seems to have something against this girl.” I hear the reported say. “Someone new is retreating from the vortex here.”
I turn my head towards the portal when I hear several girls my age gasp or giggle. There’s a boy standing there, the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.
Let me know if you like it, okay?
Oh and I can't think of the last name for the boy and his family.
The mother is Katherine, and the girls are Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath and Pride. The boy is called Envy. If you can think of anything I'm open for suggestions.
[SIZE=14pt]ENVY[/SIZE]
Envy. The thing everybody hates to feel. The feeling you get when you see another girl with your crush. When you see someone prettier than you, who gets all the the attention. When you lose.
It’s my greatest love.
The only thing that could kill me and never feel regret or pain. I love the thing that hates me more than the many things in the world that love me and cherish me until the end of time. I just throw those things away so I can be hated. Envy in the most beautiful monster in existence.
**
I'm sitting in my bedroom. It's after school on a Friday. The radio is playing in the background; soon my favorite song comes on. Nodding my head to the music, I type one last sentence. I'm on the forums, role-playing as I always do. My love for fantasy is infinite. I dream of other worlds. Vampires, fairies, sometimes I make up others as I sleep. My sketch book is filled with drawings of them, some from when I was just a child, before I turned five, even. Half of them don't make any sense, but it's fantasy. I don't care.
My mother told me of my father sometimes. I know little about him. Not even his name. She told me he was an adventurer. One day he left, never came back. She told me he was strange, but a beautiful creature all the same. She told me he was like a vampire, but I never understood what she meant. She told me I looked exactly like her, nothing from my father other than my eyes. My bright lime green eyes, even brighter than a cat's. Everything else I got from her. The dark brown wavy hair, the light olive skin, even the height and body shape.
My mother also told me he lived up to his name. Always happy and optimistic, full of energy. She never told me what his name was. I never understood anything about him. Sometimes, if I asked her about him, she'd cry. I could tell she still loved him, even if had been sixteen years since he left. Never in my whole life had I met him.
Something in my gut is telling me something bad is about to happen to me, but I don’t know what.
My thoughts are interrupted when the ground shakes. I jump up and grab my phone, shutting my laptop and putting it on the bed. I run to the doorway as fast as I can, and my mum nearly crashes into me. The ground is still shaking, but nothing else seems to be. everything stays perfectly still on my desk. Nothing falls, anywhere.
"Is this an earthquake?" I ask my mother.
She looks around, holding onto the doorway. "I think so." She replies. "But nothing is falling." She looks back at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
The shaking stops. Everything is still where it is.
My mum frowns. "That was strange."
I nod slowly.
"Right then." She mutters after a few moments of silence. She leaves the room, back to the studio.
My mother is an artist of some kind. She mostly paints abstract things that don't make any sense. I can only see what it really is if I look at it for hours with uninterrupted concentration. In truth, she love fantasy as much as I do. She truly believes in the impossible.
The music on my radio suddenly cuts out. It’s just buzzing for ages. I stand there in the doorway staring at it, confused. “They’re coming.” Mutters a voice.
“What?” I murmur to myself. How is that possible?
“..interrupt this program to broadcast some important news.”
What the heck? What just happened?
“A strange portal has opened in Mentone.”
“As if.” I utter out loud, though I can’t help but be curious. I stroll over to the TV cabinet in my room, casually pressing the on button and watch while the screen flickers on. I’m about to switch to the new channel, but the broadcast is already on. The channel logo is in the upper corner, and it definitely isn’t the news.
Is this some movie add?
“..vortex has strangely appeared in the middle of Mentone’s local shopping center.” Announces the reporter. “At the moment we are trying to get a closer look at this unnatural happening.”
“This is anything but unnatural.” Proclaims an unidentified woman.
The camera jolts towards her.
She’s dressed in a long dark purple gown. It’s off the shoulders, lined with black silk. There is a corset style belt, the skirt decorated with ombre petals. Her skin is deathly pale, like a vampire’s. Her hair is a shiny pitch black, but her eyes are violet in colour. “It’s a thing called a tradition. A practice, ritual, a way of life, a habit for our family.” She sighs as if we’re stupid creatures.
“We know what tradition means.” Utters a brave man.
“SILENCE!” The woman screams without moving her head. “Now, where were we?” She smirks at the camera. “The queen brings her eldest son to Earth to study human ways. Sometimes we bring the other siblings.”
My mouth falls open. “What the heck?!” I exclaim a little to loudly.
My mother runs into the room. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She asks, worried, eyebrows creased.
“Oh, ah, nothing. Never mind.” I reply hurriedly, pulling my boots on as I hop out the door. “I’ll be back soon!”
**
Minutes later I arrive at the vortex. There’s a huge crowd, and a few cameras, each and everyone staring into the middle, at the ‘Queen’.
How is this possible?
Pushing into the crowd, to the front, I notice there’s more than one of them. Six girls standing in a line, next to their mother. No son in sight. Each girl looking around the crowd, looking down on us. Their ages vary widely, I can see.
The two youngest are a pair of twins, around the age of five. Their dresses are nearly identical, similar to their mother’s in many ways. The same black belt around the waist, a boat neck style collar, lined with black silk, and a smooth skirt without decor. One twin wears a violet dress, her black hair held up in double pony tails. The other wears a blood red, her hair held in one pony tail. The pair of them have violet eyes like their mother, looking over us with a sinister gaze.
The next sister, with a vast age difference from the twins, looks around fourteen. She is wearing thick black eyeliner, and gold glittery eyeshadow. Her eyes are an amber-gold colour, matching her golden dress. The garment is the same as all of the older sisters, off the shoulder, lined with black silk, a corset belt and smooth skirt. She wears many rings and necklaces, each one gold and encrusted with jewels.
The next three sisters and nearly identical. They wear a larger version of the same dress. Each one has a different hairstyle, but the same amber-gold eyes. One wears a carmine red dress, her hair falls straight and beautiful, flowing around her face. The second wears a pale blue, her hair wavy and long. The third wears pink, her hair is wavy, the same as the second, but her fringe in cut straight, just under her eyebrows.
And the son? No where to be seen.
“What a curious group of humans. So mysterious, so interesting.” The queen comments, looking right into my bright green eyes with a menacing stare.
“The heir, future king,” She continues, still smirking into my gaze. I can feel a few people look at me for a moment, before turning to the vortex.
“The queen seems to have something against this girl.” I hear the reported say. “Someone new is retreating from the vortex here.”
I turn my head towards the portal when I hear several girls my age gasp or giggle. There’s a boy standing there, the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.
Let me know if you like it, okay?
Oh and I can't think of the last name for the boy and his family.
The mother is Katherine, and the girls are Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath and Pride. The boy is called Envy. If you can think of anything I'm open for suggestions.