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  1. Alright, so, I'm writing a story, and the two main characters kissed... but I don't know what to write after it? Here's the kiss: We both look at each other, smiles pasted on our faces. I flush, glancing down at the ground underneath our hands. His hand moves to hold mine. His right holds my chin, gently shifting it to move my gaze back to him. “You don’t need to be shy,” He tells me, smiling, “You’re obviously beautiful enough.” He leans slowly closet to me, staring into my eyes. I see the look he had when I first saw him. Pure admiration and respect. Love. Envy smiles warmly, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He lifts from the seat of his feet for a short moment, to plant a quick, innocent kiss against my lips. I watch him, unmoving, in shock and joy. I wait for a brief second as he moves away, blushing, before lifting from the seat of my own feet to wind my arms loosely around his neck and press my lips against his. He slips backwards in the tanbark in surprise. I pull him forward lightly, sitting back. I smile slightly to myself as Envy begins to kiss me back; his arms lift to hold me, running his fingers through my hair. I break away first after a few seconds, in need of breath. My hands slip from their grip on his neck, landing softly on my lap. He beams at me. I grin back at him, my heart pounding. And that's where I got stuck. Help?
  2. :D ........ That is all.
  3. can u make me friend?

  4. Had an awesome day with friends :D

  5. Woah. This is different.

  6. Heya! No posts for like a month :| Anyhoo... this might be easier for all of us : I've posted it on FictionPress.com, so that way it's easier to edit n stuff. Also alot of the middle changed, and it's no where near where it was up to before. It will take time before it is. So anyway, here's a link. Feel free to review. (Most of the first three chapters are the same, so you don't need to read them if you can't be stuffed)The story has a clicky :3
  7. Hi... haven't posted anything for a while, but I kind of started writing a chapter in between after Rose fights Scarlett and when Envy comes to find her in the morning... it's not finished yet but it got really confusing because I have to add in another 2 and a half chapters in the middle of it so that it fits... and then edit the bit after. I'll get around to it but I haven't had many ideas recently. Also I changed Rose's age back to 17. I thought about it for a while and I think I'd rather her be a few months younger than like a whole year older than she should be. And Envy's birthday is in December... coz I like that month(that's when my birthday is... teehee). He's already 17 though, so yeah. Heheh.
  8. Um... ignore this post. Accidentally clicked the post button then wanted to write more, so I stopped the loading... but it posted anyway D:
  9. Chapter 1 Damien takes me by the wrist and leads me through the trees, away from the river. We emerge into a large clearing. The back entrance to the mansion stands out clearly through the trees. He stops and turns to me with a smile on his face, though it soon fades. “I’m sorry,” He begins, “I’ve forgotten to introduce myself to you.” I giggle quietly to myself; it’s not like I don’t know who you are. “I am Prince Damien Nolan, at your service.” “Oh,” I utter, surprised, “At my service? My name is Arabella Willow.” Damien bows in front of me and kisses my hand. I am flustered. “Miss Willow-“ “Arabella,” I correct him. “Arabella, there is a vacant room in the mansion. I’ve realized that many people may believe you died. Also, because of the curse that was bestowed upon you, you’d be better off near someone who understands. Would you be pleased to occupy the chamber?” Why not? I think, everyone already thinks I’m dead. No one ever loved me and a prince has asked me to live in the same mansion as him? “I would be honored.” I nod my head to him. I feel queasy. My head doesn’t feel quite right. I know what’s coming. My third death. “Damien, don’t panic, but I’m dying,” I cough a few times and fall to my knees. “Take me inside. I’ll wake up eventually. Trust me.” Before he can reply, I’m gone. The forest floor imbeds my face with leaves. “She’s not dead, you idiot, this is the afterlife. She can’t die here. She’s just sleeping.” I roll over and look up at the people standing over me. “See, I told you,” Says the same voice. There are two of them. One a pale skinned girl with jet-black hair and golden eyes, the other a slightly darker skinned boy with dark hair that is styled to look like it doesn’t matter. His eyes are a deep blue, though he looks rather familiar. The girl closes her open mouth and wipes surprised tears from her eyes. “Well good,” She replies. He glances at her then back at me. “You’re dead, by the way,” He states bluntly. “Yeah, but I’m not. Well, I am now, but I won’t be.” They glance at each other, a confused look on each of their faces. The boy looks down at me again. “No, this is the afterlife. There is no way out.” I stand up slowly and point my finger towards him. “Trust me,” I tell him harshly, “I won’t be dead.” “Explain.” “I tried to drink from the Sacred Lake in my village. The spirit decided I wasn’t good enough to be blessed and dragged me down to the depths where I drowned. I woke up here, in the forest, and I walked aimlessly for hours. Then, I woke up again in the River of Passing where I drowned again. I woke up here. Then I passed out right there,” I point to the ground where I had been before continuing, “And woke up by the side of the river because Prince Damien saved me. About ten minutes later I got dizzy and I woke up here again. Understand?” “Ah,” He replies, “Yes, that. I heard about those places. But I wouldn’t know, since we lived in the Night Realm. In the forests. Where we didn’t have any of the blessing crap.” The girl looks at him with a disgusted look. “How would you know? You lost your memory when you died. I only told you about it because I was friends with you and we were killed within the same week. No one knew how you died. You ran off and never came back.” “So, anyway, now that that is mostly understood, what are your names?” The girl replies first. “I’m Reita,” She says. Her personality seems much different to the boy’s. The boy smiles and the annoyance disappears. “Zane, you?” “Arabella.” He turns around and looks into the darkness. “So it was that way, right?” Zane points into the distance and glances at Reita before moving his gaze to the direction he faces. I take a few steps ahead of them before she answers. “Are you guys lost?” I ask them slowly without turning around. “Yeah,” Zane replies. “We haven’t really been here that long. We both died about a month ago.” “Ah...” I pause and squint into the blackness. “It’s this way.” They don’t argue. We walk forwards together into the dark. After a while I trip over my own feet and fall down onto my knees. I can’t find the strength to get up again. “Um,” I mutter, “One of you will have to carry me. I’ll probably be unconscious for a while.” I can’t see anything anymore. Everything is pitch black for minutes. I can’t feel anything, heat nor cold. Also, I meant to post this before, but if you haven't figured it out: This is about a wood elf named Arabella. She goes to drink from the Sacred Lake in her village but instead of being blessed she is cursed. Arabella will now spontaneously die and come back to life. She will die for any amount of time before she comes to life again, but when she is dead she wakes up in the afterlife, where to release her soul she has to fulfil her regrets. She doesn't want to do this because she will also loose her life, where she meets Prince Damien(a high elf) who she falls in love with, and also in the afterlife she meets Zane, a dark elf, who she falls in love with as well. Comment if u like.
  10. end of that chapter also ignore the last post because i edited it so here it is again ** The week passes well, to my delight. On Wednesday, Envy met me a few streets from the school. He walked me to school, smiling all the way, and home again. On Thursday he was around the corner of my street. He held my hand on the way to school. After school, Envy had to be home as soon as possible. I watched him walk away, smiling to myself as he ignored the girls who were trying all too hard to talk to him. Today Envy met me just streets from our school. He walked me to school again. When school finished, he was at the gate where we shared our first kiss. Now he is holding my hand and we're just seconds away from my home. When we stop her holds my hands up and smiles at me. I just love that grin. I'm about to thank him when he begins to talk. "So, Rose," He says, "Are we together now?" I nod instinctively. "At least I think so." He grins wider before leaning forward to me. I can tell he wants to kiss me, so I pull him down to me. His lips brush briefly against mine, though he steps back away from me instantly. I look at him, puzzled, until my mother clears her throat. She is standing right next to us with her hands on her hips and a menacing look on her face. She doesn't need to say anything to explain what she's thinking. Her expression practically has it written down on paper: what are you doing with my daughter? Envy and I open our mouths to speak. We turn to look at each other, both relying on the other one to say something. No sound escapes. My mother turns her head from me to Envy and back to me. "And who's this?" She demands. Envy speaks first. "Um… hi, Mrs. -" He quickly glances at me and I shake my head. "Miss Whitney?" I nod briefly. "I'm Envy…" He pauses. "And I - well… I am your daughter's boyfriend." Chapter 7: Mine My mother's hand raises to her mouth and she steps back. I can tell by the look in her eyes that what's got her so feared is not the fact that I have a boyfriend, it's that she seems to know that he isn't human. And she's also recognized him as the boy I drew. The supposedly evil boy. "Mum, I -" She stares at me. "Him?" She questions, fear coating her voice, "But he's -" I am trying my hardest to explain to her that I actually love him. He's not that evil boy. I just thought he was. The only way I can explain it is by saying it straightforward. "Mum," I stutter, "I love him. I swear." They both freeze. Envy seems to smile at me, but Mum's face is a whole other story. She's absolutely dumb founded. Mum straightens herself. She turns to Envy. "And do you love my daughter?" "Yes, I love her." He replies confidently, without any hesitation what so ever. I want to kiss him so badly, to say those words to him alone. So maybe it's only been a week, but I loved him from the very start. I want to know if it was the same for him, if that love in his eyes was real. He saved my life for a reason. I glance at Mum, but her face is still in fear. I can see in her eyes that she knows he could just as easily be lying to both of us. I would never want to think that in a million years, but somehow the thought still slips into my mind and for just a split second I partially believe it. The first time he saw me I saw the love in his eyes. After just seconds that look turned into hatred and evil. I ran from him because I believed that mask. All Mum can see is that mask glued to his face. To me he's picked it up from the ground and he's holding it his hand. I don't even understand why. And neither of us knows what to do with it. Envy looks at me with a strange expression on his face. I can't tell if he's sad or confused. We both turn to my mum. She looks away angrily. "Rose, come inside. I need to talk to you," She turns around quickly and storms towards the front door. Once she's out of sight, I turn back to Envy. "What was that?" He asks, his voice strained. "What?" I reply quietly. "Your face. The way you looked at me just then." I don't say anything. I can't. How can I explain to him that I doubted my trust for him? "Rose," He sighs. "Please don't doubt me. I meant it when I said I love you." I simply look at my feet and fiddle around with my skirt's hem. So why can't I say it now? "Rose, please say something." I open my mouth slowly and hold my fringe off of my face. "I love you, Envy." Envy's face relaxes and he smiles softly. I smile back at him, but out of the corner of my eye I can see my mum waiting in the doorway. "I need to go…" "Not before I get that kiss." My cheeks redden quickly and instinctively I turn my gaze away from him. Envy's smile widens. He lifts his hand to my face and gently turns my head towards him. "You are so adorable." Even he is blushing. I close my eyes. I can feel him moving closer to me. His lips touch mine, soft and perfect, just like every other time. The kiss lasts for minutes. It only ends when my mother grabs a hold of my hair and yanks me down. "I said, I need to talk to you." She lets go of my hair and takes my arm, dragging me to the house. "Rose, him!? You know what he is, don't you?" Mum yells. I nod my head, keeping my sight to the ground. "He told me everything." "He's dangerous, Rose!" Suddenly I remember something: she hid so much from me for eighteen years. I raise my head. "Mum, look, I know what I am! I know what I can do! I know that my father was a Shadow man, so get over it!" I scream. "And I know I'm a Shadow girl too! I don't understand why you tried to keep all of this from me! I could have had a life, you know!" She looks taken back. "Rose-" "I don't want to hear it," I tell her bluntly, "You were trying to protect me from the danger that didn't exist. Instead, you created a danger for me! What if, Mum, when I was a child I discovered the magic and kill someone? Or killed myself? Or maybe I could have been put in danger, and I wouldn't have been able to protect myself? You didn't think of that, did you? Nothing you do will ever be able to stop me from loving Envy." She frowns at me. All she wants is to just get her way, for me to live the normal boring life that I don't want anymore. And she thinks I hadn't noticed that my blood is black. “Do you realize how many times I've been to the hospital in my childhood, just for them to make sure my blood is fine? It's freaking black." I shout, "I can't live a life where every time I hurt myself I have to go to the doctor or a hospital. I'm one of them, Mum. I don't belong here." Mum continues to frown at me. "I can't life a god dang life where my own mother doesn't care about me anymore." She opens her mouth to speak, but it seems to me that she can't think of anything to say to me after that. I turn away from her before she has a chance a chance. Out of curiosity, I peek out of the door. Envy is still standing there, staring into thin air, his mouth only just open. He looks like he's waiting for something. He stays there for at least five minutes, before I open the door. Envy's head moves slowly down to see me. He smiles as I walk towards him, and past him, across the road to the park on my street. He follows me around into the playground, where I sit on his lap in the dirt. He wraps his arms around my waist, all without saying a word. We both watch the clouds in the sky, floating past slowly. My head rests gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his breath on my cheek. After what feels like an hour, I fall asleep in his arms. ** A sweet dream soon enters my mind, a place warm and sunny, a soft grassy floor, scattered with flowers. I'm by myself in the grass, lying down in the flowers. As I sit up, a figure appears in the meadow next to me. His arm reaches over me, wrapping around my shoulder. He kisses my cheek. "Hello again, Rose," He utters sweetly. I turn to him, his soft black hair brushing against my forehead. "Envy…” I begin. He smiles at me before he lifts his hand to run his fingers through my hair. "I love you." I kiss him gently until he breaks away to take a breath. As I open my eyes, I notice another figure standing at the edge of the grass. The background is purely white, no clouds or sun in sight. I look around us. There is no continuation of the grass. The meadow stops where the perfection ends. comments?
  11. Prologue I stand alone in the dark night. This is the way it would be for me. Forever. At least, in this world. It was the lake. I left my simple village house in the night to drink from the Sacred Lake. I was told that anyone who drank from the Sacred Lake would be blessed. But it wasn’t that easy. I wasn’t good enough. I had evil in my heart. The evil could be spreading throughout me because of one simple thing. Her name was Aura. She rested in the lake, being the spirit of it. She sensed the evil in my heart. She came and took me to the depths, where I drowned. When I awoke what seemed like moments later, the sky that surrounded me was dark with neither stars nor moon. I didn’t ask for a death like this. The Gods above shoved it into my senseless hands. I am Arabella Hope Willow, though the hope I held in my heart is now gone. I can’t see a thing. The forest around me is dead. There are no leaves, though the stars and moon are vacant. I begin to walk forward into the dark night. I walk for miles, tripping over the dead roots. This is my hell. In darkness that I am so afraid of, I must push on. There must be some escape. I am only a young woman of the age of nineteen. No one ever loved me. No one cared about me. I was completely alone. My afterlife resides here, in my own personal hell. There is only one problem. I’m not dead. I’m cursed. My vision suddenly fades from the vast colourless forest that I had accepted as my afterlife. I awake in a lake that can only be identified as one thing: The River of Passing. The spirits of the river take the dead into their grasp. We are bound to the river’s ground by invisible chains, though any body that is laid to rest in this sacred place is one whose soul has been released. Mine had been, but it found it’s way back. I move my gaze to the shining surface, though I can only see water around me in every direction. My head snaps towards the sound of a splash. The pale figure moves forwards to me. My mouth opens to an empty scream for help. I can’t breathe. He could save me, though by then I would be in another world. His hands touch my shoulders. I don’t get a look at his face before I die a second death. My eyes close only to see the forest again. Though I am dead, I will come back, hoping to have a breath. Everything here now is suffocating. Nothing is right. My white hair stands out all too much in the darkness, my reddish eyes shining in the despair. The forest is lifeless and silent around me, engulfing me in its death. The blackened wood screams out for help, thought I can’t do anything, even if I am a wood elf. This is my hell. I awaken into a colourful view. The water brushes against the white dress that covers my body. Warmth holds me tightly. Wet hair sticks to my face. I spit water out of my mouth and take a deep breath. The fresh air fills my lungs. Everything here is right, though every time I die I will return to a lifeless torture. I am truly cursed. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong; that is, unless, I find a path from the life after my unplanned death. I roll over, away from the water, spreading across soft green grass. My dress sticks to my wet body. “And they didn’t believe me when I told them you were alive.” My eyes snap open. I pull myself up slowly into a sitting position and bury my hands into the grass. “That’s because I wasn’t,” I tell the boy sitting next to me. He’s soaked, but I can still tell who he is. He’s the Prince. Damien Nolan. He stands up and offers me his hand. I take it, pulling myself up. He hands me his jacket, which I draw over my shoulders. “I don’t understand what you mean?” I turn my head to him and brush my hair off my face. “I was dead. I’m cursed. Stuck in the walls between life and death, and I still have contact to the outside. Any minute now, I’ll pass out again, I’ll be dead. Then I’ll be pushed out through the windows again. I drowned in the Sacred Lake of my village simply because I wasn’t good enough to be blessed.” He seems speechless. His mouth hangs open as if he wants to say something, but no sound comes out. “What is it?” I ask him simply. “I don’t know,” He replies after a long pause, “All I know is that I can’t help you get out of that without you letting go of your life.” “I don’t understand.” “The legend says when you fulfill all the regrets you had in your life, you are able to rest in peace and possibly be re-incarnated.” I say nothing. I just stare at the ground. How can I fulfill my regrets if my life is not yet finished?
  12. slightly more The week passes the way I expected it to. On Wednesday, Envy met me in the exact same spot as Tuesday. He walked me to school, then home again. On Thursday he waited at the end of my street. He held my hand on the way to school. After school, Envy has to be home as soon as possible. I watched him walk away, smiling to myself as he ignored the girls who were trying all too hard to talk to him. Today he was a street from our school. He walked me to school again. When school finished, he was at the gate where we shared our first kiss. Now he is holding my hand and we're just seconds away from my home. When we stop her holds my hands up and smiles at me. I just love that grin. I'm about to thank him when he begins to talk. "So, Rose," He says, "Are we together now?" I nod instinctively. "At least I think so." He grins wider before leaning forward to me. I can tell he wants to kiss me, so I pull him down to me. His lips brush briefly against mine, though he steps back away from me instantly. I look at him, puzzled, until my mother clears her throat. She is standing right next to us with her hands on her hips and a menacing look on her face. She doesn't need to say anything to explain what she's thinking. Her expression practically has it written down on paper: what are you doing with my daughter? Envy and I open our mouths to speak. We turn to look at each other, both relying on the other one to say something. No sound escapes. My mother turns her head from me to Envy and back to me. "And who's this?" She demands. Envy speaks first. "Um… hi, Mrs -" He quickly glances at me and I shake my head. "Miss Whitney?" I nod briefly. "I'm Envy…" He pauses. "And I - well… I am your daughter's boyfriend." My mother's hand raises to her mouth and she steps back. I can tell by the look in her eyes that what's got her so feared is not the fact that I have a boyfriend, it's that she seems to know that he isn't human. And she's also recognised him as the boy I drew. The supposedly evil boy. "Mum, I -" She stares at me. "Him?" She questions, fear coating her voice, "But he's -" I am trying my hardest to explain to her that I actually love him. He's not that evil boy. I just thought he was. The only way I can explain it is by saying it straight forward. "Mum," I stutter, "I love him. I swear." They both freeze. Envy seems to smile at me, but Mum's face is a whole other story. She's absolutely dumb founded. Mum straightens herself. She turns to Envy. "And do you love my daughter?" "Yes, I love her." He replies confidently, without any hesitation what so ever. I want to kiss him so badly, to say those words to him alone. So maybe it's only been a week, but I loved him from the very start. I want to know if it was the same for him, if that love in his eyes was real. He saved my life for a reason. Yet my mother is still standing there. She is metres away, but it's like a wall between us. I can't say anything. It'd ruin the moment.
  13. Haha thanks. That's a good idea since the sisters aren't really involved in the story very much.
  14. I've got around half a chapter... I don't know how to continue. Chapter 6: Possibly My eyes flicker from Envy to my burnt hand and back. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I don't know what to say. My mouth remains open for another second, before I move my head to face ground. After looking back at him once more, I simply turned and walked away, leaving him there, confused and sad, for a second time today. ** The morning comes slowly to me. The second day of school, my second day of being eighteen, my second day of year 12. A second day of confusion. I don’t know what to say to Envy. I wanted to say yes to him yesterday, but I knew I shouldn’t have. I feel like I'm going to lose him altogether. I come to school slowly, staring at the ground pointlessly. Nothing really excites me. My head kept replaying his question, thinking what might have happened if I said yes. I imagined him smiling, the way he does when I'm sweet to him. I thought of him kissing me again, yet my mind was suddenly filled with the terrors of what could have happened if he turned out to not be as sweet and perfect as I think he is. Banishing those thoughts, my Envy is my Envy and I want it to stay that way, even if I keep refusing him. I want him to be mine in the end, no matter what happens. My life has become like a story, otherworldly creatures showing up right in front of me. It's unrealistic, though I would never pinch myself to check if I'm dreaming. Envy is mine, dream or not. I will not lose. Even with a head full of those hopes, I would never expect for Envy to care so much to find me at a time like this. I stopped when his shoes came into my view, smiling to myself. A time like this makes me know I won't lose, especially not to Scarlett. When I lift my head to look at him, he's grinning softly at me. I chuckle. "You care that much, don't you?" I don't need an answer. Instead he just lets out a small laugh and leans down to kiss my cheek. His lips are still soft, the way the always are. I watch him in awe, wondering how he could be so persistent. "You will never give up on me," I state, glancing at the ground., "So, I guess I have no choice. Go on, ask me out."
 He laughs again. "I could teach you. Shadow magic, I mean.” I nod happily. “Meet me at the park off your street on Saturday at twelve.” “Sure. Also you may walk me the remaining...” I shuffle to the left so I can see down the street. The school isn’t very far away, “Well... twenty metres to school.” He turns and laughs. “Yay.” I jump a little bit ahead of him. When I look back Envy just smiles at me before he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me too his side. I nearly fell, but he held me tightly. I don’t think he would let go of me for anyone else. I'm open for ideas.
  15. Good. Very good. Just remember to check you writing. I think you made a few mistakes. For example: 'I shoved me' XD lol how do you shove yourself? I'm pretty sure you meant 'He shoved me'?