SkyLandOceAnna

Ballerina Princesses. They are quick and swift with great leg power and have a Prince to protect them.

uragiri wa boku no namaeaishiteru ze babyshugo charamaidsamaspecial aouran high school host clubvampire knightsailor moonblack butlerhana kimihana yori dangoto the beautiful youcoffee prince*All I can think of right now, but there are many others...

He was tall with blonde hair and these stunning, baby blue eyes. He was fairly fit and had a clean shaven face and chest. He was wearing a pair of black sweats and a navy blue button down shirt. He was very attractive, which was worrisome because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to kick him out since I wouldn't want to stop looking at him. It's not very often a single (not single as in relationship status) individual would agree to live in my home, especially one that looked like him. I'm sure I can get over this fact soon enough, but what was worrying me more, was that he appeared to be able to see me. I've met a few mediums in my lifetime, and death, but they could never see me. He finishes descending the stairs and walks towards me.He says, "I said 'Hello!' What are you doing in my house? And why are you dressed like that? It's not Halloween for another month."Oh no! He can see me. I turn around to make sure there is no one else he could possibly be talking to. There isn't.I respond with the only thing I could think of, "You can see me?""Of course I can see you. It's not like you're a ghost or invisible. Unless of course, you are a ghost, but you can't be. You wouldn't be talking to me. Unless..."Suddenly his eyes become amber and he steps right through me. I turn and he is staring right at me, barely less than an inch from my face. I could feel the warmth from his breath on me, which sent shivers up my spine. I step back, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back to him.He says, "What are you?"I pull myself out of his arms and take a few steps back."What am I? What are you? I've never met a medium who could actually see me or do that weird eye trick you just did. How can you even touch me?""So you are a ghost?"I pause and look at him."Still you're not like normal ghost. Many just complete their unfinished business and leave or are like reruns that never stop. You're different though. You've been here a long time 'cause people don't wear that type of clothing anymore. Not for a hundred and some years now."Anne glares at him."You must be one of those rare ghosts. What are they called again...?""Look! I don't know how you can see me or what's going on, but I'm leaving, and you had better not be here when I get back. This is my home!"Anne walks past him and almost reaches the door before..."Wraith!"She freezes and turns around."What?""A wraith. That's what you are.""What's a wraith?""It's another word for ghost or spirit.""So how does that make me any different from any other ghost?""They may be the same thing, because they all mean ghost, but what they don't mention in any book or any culture around the world, is that wraiths are different than your ordinary Casper.""I don't know what that is.""It's...never mind. What I am trying to say is that wraiths are powerful. They have no desire to cross over and have accepted their death, so they remain here, and become stronger as the years go by. Tell me. Can you become corporeal? Can you touch things or talk to humans?"She begins thinking and taking in what he is saying."I'll take that as a yes.""So what if I am this this this wraith? I can't be the only one. How do you even know this stuff? You don't look like the type who would care about old ghost stories.""Let's just say I'm a bit old-fashioned, which is why I chose 'your home' as you so rightfully put it. It reminds me of a good period in my life."She stares at him, still wondering who this guy is or why she is still talking with him, instead of scaring him out.He then says, "So what type of guy do I look like then?""Excuse me!""Just a second ago you said something about my not looking like the type who would care about old ghost stories.""Oh well what I meant to say is that you look like the evil type.""Oh really!"He slowly walks up to her until he is just inches away."Yes! Evil, but wait..."She thought back to what they just discussed."You said 'humans'.""So you finally caught that, huh?"She pushes him away."What did you mean by that? And why did your eyes change color? How was it you were able to touch me onesecond when I wasn't even corporeal and walk through me the next? How can you even see me?"She takes in a few deep breaths."You know what I am now, so...What are you?"He smiles at her and closes the gap between them. She steps back and they continue back and forth until they reach the wall and she is pinned. He puts her hand on his chest."Are you a werewolf?""No.""Shapeshifter?""No.""Medium?""Haha! No."I look into his eyes. They were like nothing I've ever seen. They were blue like the sea and even though I never wanted to admit it to him, they were beautiful. And it was in that moment that I understood what he was. I've seen eyes like that before in movies and I remembered him mentioning my home reminding him of his past. Still like every other Supernatural creature out there, I thought Ghosts were it. I now know what he is, so I look him those eyes and say..."Vampire."

Alone. Alone, I have walked this Earth since the Victorian Era, wandering from place to place, but always ending back up to the place where it all began. My name is Anne Rose. This Victorian, two-story house before me has remained deserted for many years. This was once the place of my upbringing, beginning with my birth, where I lived with my mother and father, where I played with my friends, and where I had my first kiss. This is the place where I died. The glass of the windows shattered, most likely by some punk kids, who wanted to break in because they thought it would make them cool. The inside filled with many cobwebs and who knows what creatures lurking in the dark crevices of the once beautiful home at the end of the street. The furniture still remained from when I was alive. I made sure of it. Whenever I would catch word of a new owner, which rarely occurred, I would return. I would watch the new families who moved in without knowledge of the wonderful family, whose father built this home from the ground up as they say, lived here. I was fine when they painted or moved the furniture around or fixed what was broken, but when they tried to get rid of it, I would use my ghostly abilities, and scare them from the premises. I know I am no longer alive and they just want to make it feel more like their home, but it was once mine, and I don’t feel like losing all that I have left in this world.Now before you ask me, yes there are other ghosts. I am not the only one. I have come across them many times, but they have a purpose that they want to complete and cannot be bothered by others. The ones who have completed what they remained on this plane for have all gone, but there are those, The Lost Souls, who were unable to accept their deaths. For that, they just wander and repeat what they did before they died and that is why we have haunted places in today’s society. As for me, my only purpose is to remain here until I find my reason to remove myself from this plane. I know it sounds strange and hard to understand and I should want to move on, since I have accepted my death, but I was afraid of what I’d miss in these ever-changing times. Still I came back again to my home, not because of word of new residents or to see new changes in the neighborhood I once lived or because I've discovered everything in the world that has changed since my last search, but because I missed it. However, it appears I arrived just in time. The For Sale sign on the front lawn now has that SOLD sign plastered over it. Once again I must protect my home and ensure that it is left the way it used to be.I float up the stairs and open the door and go inside after some persistence on my part. You may now be wondering how I opened the door, if I am a ghost. Well, let’s just say a lot of practice goes a long way. I can do anything I used to do when I was alive, even talk to people, if I wanted to. They cannot hear or see me unless I wish them too. Becoming corporal is not without its disadvantages though. I cannot sustain myself for more than a few minutes or so and I always appear in what I wore when I died, so people could always look up who I was. I decided I no longer wanted to allow them to try and talk to me. All they ever wanted was for me to “move into the light” or “if you’re with us, please make this or that move” or “please communicate with us.” With The Lost Souls, however, they can only do things for a shorter period of time compared to me. Basically, just the second right before they recreate the end of their death sequence for the millionth time.Inside, the first thing I noticed is that everything is not the way I left it last; there are no cobwebs or mounds of dust. The sheets no longer cover the furniture and all the furniture appears to be reupholstered and looking as new as they did when I was alive. There were even a couple new features. There were these table lamps with bright colors on the shade covering the bulb. Tiffanys. It felt so much like home; like I hadn’t died and soon my mom would call me to come help her in the kitchen to bring out appetizers for our guests. My father owned a fair trading business and many of his trade friends would come over on a regular basis to discuss new shipments and sales and so forth. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footprints. I turned just in time to see a man descend the grand staircase in front of me and stop after he throws a button down shirt on and look up in my direction.Man: Hello!*Thanks for reading, I accept all feedback.

I wouldn't say I was bullied in high school, but I was one of the social outcasts because I didn't follow the social conforms held in society today. I didn't dress like the popular people(I wore what I wanted, even if they thought it silly) and I dislike makeup. I do wear it occasionally, but I believe God intended for us to be the way we are and there is no use hiding it. The only interaction I would get with popular people was when they wanted help on their homework that they waited til the last second to complete or if we played Jeopardy in our science class. As for the person above me mentioned, you should definitely "turn the other cheek" and look at it from their angle. There may be a deeper reason as to why they bully. They could've been bullied themselves or there could be a social or family issue that lead them to inflicting pain on others.

I personally haven't found it boring thus far, even in the beginning. People just want to get to the climax and don't seem to understand the importance of the little things that build up to it or occur because of it. There is always those subtle cues that many people tend to overlook because they want that big change in the story that gives the "oh" factor. I also definitely understand the errors that come from being awake that long and writing when I should be sleeping. You should've seen this one script part I wrote once that late...I don't remember it completely, but I do remember wondering how I screwed up what I wanted it to say. Thank you!

I also looked up the information you gave to check accuracy if thats ok and determined it all to be correct. Is there a reason that you chose North Dakota as your location? Thank you!

I don't know if you are looking for people to point out your errors, but I found quite a few grammatical and spelling ones. However, I understood it all and I really like where this story is going and look forward to the next portion. You always leave out off at a good point and give the perfect amount for the readers to digest before you post the next page. Thank you!

I found this to be a great start to your story. I look forward to see where they will be headed and what will occur once they get there and on the way as well. Also how long they will be able to resist going back if ever they do in your story. Thank you!

Silence filled the room along with the early morning light through two dusty windows. A clock on the nightstand read 6:59. The middle colon symbol, separating the two numbers, was flashing, counting each passing second until it reaches the sixty needed to add a minute. Soon the count is over and that loud beeping sound disrupts the silence and the person lying under the covers. An arm extends from under them and taps the snooze button before it retracts back to its place of rest. After a few more seconds, the covers rise and the shape of a women emerges from beneath the matching blue and silver sheet and comforter set. She slides to the edge after removing the hair from her face with a quick blow upwards and slips off and into the bathroom across the room. Several minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom in a sharply dressed outfit with her previous tank and shorts laying on the hamper just inside the bathroom. Her hair was no longer the nest it was when she awoke, but now was shown in its neat, natural curly state, as she heads to the closet. She removes a pair of dress shoes from its brown box and precedes to the bench at the end of the bed to put them on. She peers at the clock once more as she rises and walks through her box-filled apartment and out on the sidewalk looking at the classifieds in the newspaper she grabbed from the stand near the door of her apartment. She stops searching as her fingers come across a position in a music store. She then hails a cab and pays the driver and thanks him before exiting it after reaching her destination. She enters the store and spots a lady at the counter, so she approaches her to inquire about the position from the newspaper. She says, "Hello! May I help you?". Leah, determined to acquire this position, yet still nervous about applying, replies "Um, yes! I would like to speak to the owner about the job position opening here." The owner flipped through the papers in her hand and said, "Well, you found her. My name is Tina." She sets the papers down and looks at Leah curiously for a few seconds before Leah responds. "Oh! My name is Leah!" "Nice to meet you Leah! Why are you interested in working here?" "Well, because I love music and I worked as a dj's assistant for a couple years." "Why did you quit that job?" "School. I wanted to go to college here and it 's too far away to continue. There was a perfectly good university back home, which would've allowed me to continue with my job, but I felt more drawn to here. Not necessarily the school, but I felt like this is where I am meant to be." Tina suddenly becomes more interested and walks around the counter and halfway circles Leah, who's face becomes confused. Wanting to ignore the awkward situation revolving around Tina and her, but still focused on getting this job above any other, she responds, "Sorry, but do you have an application I could possible take and fill out." Tina stops and looks directly at Leah's face. "No! There's no need! You're the best candidate for the job. Come on! Let's meet the crew! They're right over here." They walk over to the group. "Alright girls, listen up! This is going to be your new co-worker Leah! Introduce yourselves to her. A short-haired brunette stepped forward first and said, "Hi! My name is Emma!" "I'm Felicia," responds a tall, skinny redheaded girl. A short, light blonde girl walks closer to Leah and extends her hand. Leah shakes it as she replies "Amy! Nice to meet you!" The final girl who eyes Leah first, walks closer as well and flips her long brunette hair while saying, "Of course, you saved the best for last. I'm Whitney!" After Whitney is done, Emma says, "Don't mind her! She's just in love with herself and any reflection of her she sees." "They're just jealous of me." Tina and the girls all laugh, except Leah, who only smirks, as Whitney crosses her arms. "It's not funny!" Tina quickly became focused and said, "Alright now girls! Get back to work. Come on Leah! I'll show you around the rest of the store." They leave the group and go back into the storage room.*Let me know how it sounds so far. All comments considered for future writing. Thank you!

I thought your poem, using the natural beauty normally associated with Autumn, was very good at painting a picture. I didn't quite understand "the silver trees" portion of the text, but I do think that it opens other's minds to strive to look at the world differently. My only criticism would be to incorporate other things associated with Autumn besides scenery and weather. Although nature is beautiful in itself, it is sometimes nice to realize Autumn doesn't only mean it gets colder and the leaves turn colors and fall. Coldness and leaves falling can happen anytime of the year, but it still is a great poem in itself. There was a good flow throughout the poem and I do enjoy when they rhyme, but if they don't, it is not a deal breaker either. Great job! Keep posting!

Doctor Who is one of my favorite shows of all time. I actually met someone who looks exactly like Matt Smith. He is on bzpower and is extremely smart and charismatic like Doctor Whos character.

I am just like her except I don't really play pokemon anymore or go on sites. I still have the cards though. At least you were able to talk to the girl you like. I'm too chicken to talk to the guy I like and I'm 23. You'd think I'd be able to, lol. This has never happened to me before, but I'm gonna try this next week to talk to him, because his roommate says he likes me, so don't give up, you're great looking for a 17 year old.

@ Zyke the Destroyer: According to your responses, you are Spider-Man! Thanks for playing!

Well due to a post I just read on another person's page, I went back to an older CD of mine, and I am now listening to The Math by Hillary Duff. It's still one of my favorites. I need to load it on my iPod.