Example of the 'Dark Figure'
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of madami to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder her. He looked into her eyes, and realized he couldn't move. Was it because he'd been exposed or because of some unknown force, but as he stood there, the blood of the corpse he'd just killed still dripping off the weapon, he couldn't take his sight off of her eyes. Something about her eyes that paralyzed him, so glassy and pure, the essence of innocence, but also terrified. He had managed to take his sight away from her only to realize he had paused for so long that the girl had run past him and reached to outside. He thought that surely one left alive isn't a threat. and he left.
..."What was that?" he thought as he headed back to his hideout,"Never have I experienced the sight of such innocence leaving a child's eyes. But, there seemed to be something more. Before Now, Nothing could stop me in my tracks like her stare"...
...In the morning he would awaken to learn the family he slaughtered, was no ordinary clan, but one of great power, in which he was advised to lay low...
...and in the midst of this information, his thoughts came to that night, and that girl, and what she'd done after she escaped him...
...the curiosity overwhelmed him, so he would find out the susunod day...
Example of the Hidout. (During the day anyway)
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do you see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When you look at the world you always see the small things. You never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sa pamamagitan ng ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… or never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but you ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When you look at the world you always see the small things. You never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised sa pamamagitan ng ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… or never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but you ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be artikulo worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two mga kaibigan are Sirens ( a different kind than you think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring apoy and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were mga kaibigan and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Nawawala sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were mga kaibigan and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it or leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down sa pamamagitan ng the river
Or other times sa pamamagitan ng her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sa pamamagitan ng her side
She’s avoided sa pamamagitan ng everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down sa pamamagitan ng the river
Or other times sa pamamagitan ng her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever sa pamamagitan ng her side
She’s avoided sa pamamagitan ng everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
