LustandFound

Symphonies of Odette First Movement: Encounters of Fur Elise Haughty. It was the first word that came into his mind as soon as his silver eyes landed on her. The day is about to come to an end, and he was just finishing up for his contest piece: Fur Elise. Perfect, smooth, elegant-this is how he wanted the piece to be. This is how one should play Beethoven. When he was satisfied, and before he could break yet another grand piano, he stopped and arranged his things. The contest pieces, past, present, and future, went inside a pocket of a red clear book, the pieces for the classes he goes into goes inside a green folder, while the composi

I don't need a lot of things. I can get by with nothing. The wind blew sharply against my face, sending a rack of shivers through my scrawny body. My blonde hair didn't help in securing warmth on my neck, so I lifted the last portion of my scarf and folded it over. I let out a shaky breath, watching the cloud of white disperse along with the falling dots of snow. I've never had such a cold winter. Even with my family, this had to be my coldest winter. I could remember, on a night just like this one... everything suddenly changed. "Melanie! Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?!" I cringed at the ear-splitting voice of my fuming father. H

Miracles: It is not found in one's own life. It is not relished in the one's own heart. It can only be a miracle if it involves others-those whose lives you care, and whose hearts you nourish. So get up and be miracle for someone today!  :)

https://an-omen.livejournal.com/3081.html#cutid1 Chapter 2! 2. One Weird Day Preview: As a way of escape, my eyes darted outside the door. A guy was standing there, wearing a murky green overcoat, and was looking at the girl. He was more like watching her carefully. Then, like a steel to a magnet, my eyes slid over to the trunk of the big tree outside our house. No one was there, but something inside me made me think twice. The hairs on my neck stood as I stared at the tree trunk. Comment here or there!

https://an-omen.livejournal.com/2065.html#cutid1 Chapter 1: Twilight Cliche? Absolutely Not! Preview: For a minute, I pretended if this could be a good opening scene for Twilight, with Bella being too curious for a figure by the tree, who turns out to be Edward—the vampire who decides to love her even if it kills both of them. Are you crazy? I told myself, You’re not in a part of a story! Not horror, and certainly not romance!

Alarm bells ringing in my head Telling me to stop and take it slow I got this feeling of dread Should I cut off this switch? Your strings are slowly attaching My heart is getting delirious Those eyes are mocking Teasing me to my downfall Grabbing my whole attention Staining my eyes blue and red My mind is telling me to run My heart is telling me "Panic!" The panic switch's blinking green Go and become who you are The world isn't too keen When I see myself as someone else I grow breathless before you I stand speechless, waiting It may be a sickness or a flu Should I kill the switch? Can't stand in this crowded room I'm fad

Somebody heard a scream. When news reached my ear, I thought that maybe someone fainted or got sliced. Delinquents carrying Swiss knives are common in our school. As the president of the classroom where the scream was I heard, I marched over bravely despite the fright I felt inside. But when I got there, I almost toppled down like bricks. It was only a girl. One freakin' stupid girl who shrieked in delight from getting talked and sat next to by Vincent Weston. Jesus Christ... When are they going to get it in their air-filled heads that Vincent is just a human boy! His not a god or something! When our eyes met, I glared at him and he only

Got Ya! Shh... Hush! Move softer than a leak! Creep and crawl, slither and scatter With your feathery feet, walk still Or else, our plans of jest will end! Titter, totter... There's our target! Now, move even closer to peek Is it clear? Are we ready to launch? Count to three and we will soon send! 1... 2... 3! Colors form a streak Across the sky and down the ground. Splash! Splosh! Another on the cheek! Water balloons, fire! Fire at will! The target sees and goes ballistic! Victory is ours, First of April!

30 minutes It's 4:30 in the afternoon And I can't hear a sound I can't stop pacing the room Knowing you're not around The clock ticks so loudly Just like my anxious heart I have to get this over with Or else we'll forever part It's 4:40 in the afternoon And I still can't see what's there I'm still pacing this damned room Feeling nothing but your farewell Might as well be tongue-tied Even if you're not here anymore You took so much away Ever since you walked out the door So honestly I've been stooped For I'm optimistic 'til today If I held onto one flimsy hope Would it be enough for you to stay? Here I am again to fight,