Sacrificed-Sanity

 “Everything’s going to be alright, Pumpkin.” My dad’s voice was warm and caring, but I knew it was a careful lie. To him the woman fighting to live in the other room was already dead; just a corpse costing him precious dollars as she strived to breathe one more breath. I hated him. My resentment must have shown through in my eyes because when I looked up he winced and looked away. I wanted to call him a hundred and one hideous things – alphabetically, starting with ‘asshole’ and ending with ‘wimp’. I wanted to beat my fists against his chest and scream at him until I couldn’t breathe. I w

 He looked so pitiful in all those bandages; like a wounded puppy curled over a mug of hot chocolate. Part of me felt like comforting him, but I knew what that would lead to. I wasn’t stupid. The man had just had his mortal life threatened. Knowing that you might not live past twenty four hours wasn’t something a person dealt with easily. “I knew you were trouble,” he said, pouting as he looked up at me with those wide hazel eyes. If he were breathing heavier I would say maybe he were in shock, but the longer I looked at him I realized it was a plea to save him. “I knew you were trouble when he gave me all that mone

*~*~*~*~* Dear Tamsyn: Please. I beg of you. You are my main character and are neck deep in cute guys. Please don't run off with Tobias right away. I know he's cute and dark and gothy. You are supposed to be a good little christian vampire and he's supposed to be the bad guy. No, no, no. Please. Also, please don't go emo when he dies. You really need to actually stand up for yourself and avenge his death, not roll over and play emokid. I promise; it all gets better in the end. The brains behind your existence, Kl -- Dear Kl: If you don't want me to run off with Tobias, make Carter more appealing! C'mon! I'm a vampire! He needs to have

(Since I just finished typing out my plot and made some changes because of these Dear Character letters...) Dear Tamsyn: So far, so good. Let's keep it that way. I actually like this ending a lot more for you; Carter is a wimp. Admittedly wrong about pairing, Kl --- Dear Kl: Thank you for seeing it my way. Seriously. But DID YOU HAVE TO KILL TOBIAS STILL! ;_; Too sexy to die... WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!!!! Tamsyn *~*~*~*~* Dear Carter: Congradulations! You suck. Admittingly, nice shot there at the end. She still chose the beheaded guy over you. Sorry man. Have a good life with Eileen, Kl --- Dear Kl: No wonder Eileen hates y

Checkmate I. Part One a. Chapter One i. Scene one – (Police station) Garrett arrests Tamsyn in the middle of the night on charges of an unsolved murder. Tamsyn recognizes Garrett – whom she knew as Dalton over 150 years ago – but is too distracted to remember exactly who he was. Tamsyn refuses to answer questions until her lawyer shows up. ii. Scene two – (Police station/parking lot) Eileen shows up and demands her client released on lack of evidence and witnesses. Garrett follows them out to the car, trying to pester Tamsyn to agree to come back on her own time to talk about the case. Eileen threatens Garrett to leave

Checkmate Chapter One You would think that sleeping in a coffin almost every day for 200 years would break me of my fear of enclosed places. Up until now, I thought it had. I was in one of those questioning rooms you see in bad cop-dramas. I always thought those shows were exaggerating by showing the decrepit, yellowing walls with the metal tables and uncomfortable plastic chairs. Being currently handcuffed to one of those chairs, I really could vouch that they weren’t lying. The room stunk of old cigarettes and the low lighting did nothing to help the atmosphere. It felt like hours since I had been brought into this sad excuse for

Checkmate Chapter Two I was reminded why I had chosen my best friend Eileen Robinson as my lawyer. I was still handcuffed to a chair, but she made me feel as if we were winning. “You have no right to keep her here!” “Miss. Robinson-” “Don’t you ‘Miss. Robinson’ me, Detective! Let’s review this case, shall we? Do you have any witnesses that saw my client attack the victim?” “No, but-” “Do you have any evidence that proves my client was anywhere near the victim at the time of death?” “No, but-” “Well, let’s see. Do you have any evidence to

Checkmate Chapter Three The first thing that shocked me as we stepped outside was how much cooler the night was than the air in the precinct. I could have been a mixture of things – claustrophobia, heaters, human bodies with four walls enclosing their heat, sweat, and other excretions – or it could have been that winter was finally coming to Baxton. The summer had been unnaturally hot, even for Delaware, and almost the entire fall had been pretty mild; everyone said it was going to be a cold winter, and with the chill breath of frost spilling against me, I believed it. The cold didn’t particularly bother me, but it always br

How much can I give you, Before I’m falling too far? How much do you want from me, Whilst I’m falling faster than ever before? How much can I overlook, Before I’m not thinking anymore? How much can I forgive myself, For falling for you once more? How much control should I give you, Before I yank it away from you whilst I can? How much of me do you really want, Before you’re in control of everything I am? How much love should I hand to you, Before I lose myself one day? How much of my love can I share with you, Before I can no longer walk away? How much of my heart do you want, Before I give you the power t

funny how the sands of time shift the best laid plans of mice and men are oft lead astray funny how the friendships we cherish within the present melt into the past with the ease of summer slipping into autumn the tides changing with the phases of the moon. you were a stone a rock on whom i could depend. epitomized the ideal of friendship life is not the romance novels i find upon the shelf still, i did not realize that misconceptions would erode the stone i thought i could depend upon capricious turning of the seasons so easily led astray the double lives we live the faces we present and the ones we hide away. so ea