Tori's Shorts

#TrueLove –      It had been days since I really sat down to write again, I couldn’t find the time because my head was spinning from the love I was in.   It seemed like the days weren’t long enough in my eyes and in my heart. My heart finally opened up from the blackened hole I was in and escaped into a world of wonder. It was a late November night, raining still as usual, when I grabbed my pen and diary and sat down grabbing my blanket curling up getting warm and cozy next to the window on my sill. I buried myself into the blanket sticking out my head with my arms and legs barely visible. I bit my inner cheek as I tapped the empty paper with my pen sighing for just a moment closing my eyes.      By this time my thoughts were everywhere and I had so much I wanted to write, but the words were jumbled in my head swirling around into nonsense. I wanted everything to be perfect, I wanted the thoughts to be exactly what and who he was. It was all about Him and how much he meant to

    Emma couldn’t believe her eyes. Being in the presence of so much blood, she couldn’t help but shake herself. Wanting it and yearning for it. She was a young teenage vampire herself, but her father always made sure she did right and stuck to having her humanity on knowing the difference between right and wrong, who to kill what to kill it was always the right way. She struggled as she tip toed elegantly like a lady over the dead, the blood seeping through her nice heels, she was annoyed now more than ever. Her own best friend the one she looked up to the one she grew up with and who always had the head on their shoulders of right and wrong. She always preached what her father was, was utterly horrid and that she would never be like him, but as she walked and tried to step over all the bodies of what looked like the entire school she couldn’t help but look at Cassidy with a different demeanor a different feeling toward her.   Her whole life Cassidy preached and was always t

#140YearsPass-        I could never forget the look in the boy’s eyes as I chose on the night a life of eternity, but it was my choice in the end. Every night I could see his eyes when I tried to sleep, if you could even call it that.   I could hear his heart beat fading as his limp body fell into my arms, the pictures I could never erase until now. Today was different. Today was just the beginning of everything I needed and wanted.      It was a gorgeous morning in the late summer of June 1946. I woke up stretching getting up with a light skip in my feet as I hummed a sweet tune smelling the roses in my window looking out my Paris Balcony. I waved at a neighbor and smiled as they waved back and told me to have a great morning. I knew I would have an amazing morning. I turned around and leaned my hands against the window frame, a smile creeping upon my dainty lips, as I bite my bottom lip look wildly around. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I leaned my small round but

(Writes in my journal)-      The Year Was 1806 when everything changed. Whether it was for the good or the bad, my innocence was taken from me. My life washed away within the blink of an eye, my old life faded and a new beginning was created for me. I was born plain Hazel Anne, and died as Plain Hazel Anne. Then Reborn to Hazel Anne the Hybrid, Part witch Part Vampire Part Were Wolf,   it was a life of what some might say as eternal hell, but to me it was eternal bliss.        I was barely 21; I thought I had my whole life ahead of me. Yes a life of being a slave maid was all I was and probably would have stayed that way until I died of old age, but I thought, in my eyes, I had a decent life. I wasn’t dying of any disease and I had a job. A low paying job that barely got me from one day to the next, but none the less a job; or to me it was a job even if I was sold to my master, to me it felt like I was doing something and not begging for anything. I had a bed, I h