Sung by Manuela Higaldo from Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles.
If anyone knew how, I would so put this as one of those music-things-that-starts-playing-right-when-you-enter-the-site.
Anywhoses, anything else I need to do before next Monday?
- A.L.M. (II)
I have compiled all of the “My Soul Breaker” paragraphs here for your viewing so you can refresh your mind for the next part.
I wouldn’t call my sadness depression. No, I would call it a permanent frown glued forevermore on my mysteriously sad but beautiful face. My sadness didn’t stop at my mouth. It carried into my deep endless blue eyes. And my body was held at an angle that suggested “I tried to love the world, but the world didn’t love me back.”My blonde hair covered my right eye in an attempt to hide me, but to no avail. Every part of my body was sad. But the story of how it happened is even sadder.
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A golden leaf floated gently down marking the first day of Autumn. I walked past the puddle it landed in and made a straight course to the high school. My high school is painted grey and tan, a depressing place to spend the best four years of your life in. If no one told you it was a high school, you’d think it was a jail. I walked past the familiar sidewalk and turned into the parking lot. My best friend Cortney was there. “Dahlia!” My nickname came out of her mouth and danced in my ear. “Hey Cortney, whats up?” I replied while a smile flicked across my face. Cortney ran up to me and whispered in my ear “There’s a new guy at school and he’s totally hot!” Disinterest showed on my face . Leave it to Cortney to think about guys. “What’s his name?” I decided to play along with her. She smiled a sly smile, guessing my ploy. “Alex Rodriguez.”
“Alex Rodriguez?” I asked. Cortney stared off into space and said, “Isn’t that such a romantic name? I can see it now, Cortney Rodriguez…” a dreamy look crossed her face, “unless, that is, you want dibs on him.” I scoffed at Cortney. Me? Have a boyfriend? That was so last year for me. “No its ok Cort he’s all yours.” Cortney threw her arms around me in a gigantic hug, “Thanks Delilah your the best!” I smiled feebly, “please don’t call me by my real name Cortney.” She let go of me, “oops I’m sorry! Look I have to go see you after school!” She ran off as I stood there watching her go. The bell rang. A curse flew out of my mouth as I quickly turned around to get to my class and-BANG! My books flew everywhere and who ever I ran into had there stuff on the ground. I raced to pick up my things while they did the same. I got up when I was finished and started to walk away. “Hey wait!” A male voice called to me. I turned around slowly. And I fell instantly in love.
He had a sad look to his face. His black hair, not to short but not to long, framed his face. And at the ends of his hair red streaks could be seen where he dyed it. His right eye was halfway covered by a wall of hair. He was tall. Well, at least to me. I was a proud 5′6 and 3/4ths. He was easily 5′8-5′9. And he was thin. Not “omg he’s anorexic” thin. A healthy thin (not like I’m fat or anything…I’m healthy to!). But the saddest thing of all were his grey eyes. Not a spark of happiness were in them. Just a sad forlorn look. He was hauntingly gorgeous in a sad sort of way.
Part 5 is coming out soon. Thanks for waiting patiently all this time!
~Miss B.E.G.”R”.
First Thing’s First: Happy 2010 ( & G’Bye 2009)!
Second Thing: For those of you that don’t know (excluding Wec, I hear that he’s a fan of these guys), the characters above are Hoops (the pink cat) and Yoyo (the green bunny). They’re from those talking Hallmark cards Hoops&Yoyo.
Third-ish Thing: This pic was from my new calendar I got for Christmas, along with some other stuff.
Fourth Thing: Repeat of the First.
Now… isn’t there something I should be doing?
- A.L.M. (II)
Important Update: The Behind the Scenes page has been updated, and question #10 refers to important information about the future of Silent Sorrows. The About the Author page was also updated…
Updated the About the Author page…
Chapter 1/1
The little girl with the blonde pig-tails looked at the rough-looking man in the worn-out clothes sitting on the bench across from hers. She was waiting for her mother who was talking to a man having trouble issuing both of their tickets, and asked for the girl to sit while she waited.
“But… I still think it’d be nice to visit the North Pole…,” she said to the man, looking down at her shoes.
“T’well, then ya better do it fast! Santa’s not gonna be there to longer, now…,” the man said, his yellow and gold teeth shining in the dimmed light of the train station.
“Why’s that?” the girl asked, confused.
“Why, now, haven’t ya heard? The North Pole’s a meltin’! Why, I’m suspectin’ it’s gonna be gone by… well, by 2028!”
“But Santa will move somewhere else then, along with Mrs. Claus(e) and the reindeer! And the elves, and the snowmen, and the eh- esk-”, the girl proclaimed, stumbling on a word.
“Now don’t strain yerself, darlin’! Eskimo’s the word. But what’s a gunna happen to ‘em white beasts? The polar bears? Gunna die out like the woolly mammoth, a hairy elephant! Now Santa Claus(e) can’t bring ‘em, eat all the reindeer, they would! All the polar bear’s a gunna be gone!”
The man looked at the woman’s mom, as she smiled and thanked the ticket-seller-guy-ish-thing-y.
“Best be vistin’ that North Pole soon of yours, now, deary. Not gunna be too much longer!,” The man said with a grin.
The woman, not knowing of the conversation, took her daughter’s hand as they headed towards their train.
End of Chapter 1/1
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Some more ‘happier’ will be posted Christmas Day, and I expect Chapter 3 out before or directly after then.
- A.L.M. (II)
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Outside was a tree, all gloomy and bare, when a raven flew by, and decided to sit there.
She looked at the house, to happy for her taste, so she stood up, and started to pace.
She thought about Santa, and all things jolly, then about death, beauty, and holly.
When the thinking was through, she heard a strange sound, and then she saw a man, who was abnormally round.
He rode in a sled, almost crashed onto the roof, and then went down the chimney with a silent *poof*.
She flew to the sled, and landed on the chair, and waited for Saint Nicholas to reappear.
When he did, he saw her and started to say “Merry…” but she interjected and stated “Merry Sorrows” and flew away.
Merry Sorrows from yours truly, Miss Raven. A new “My Soul Breaker” is coming soon since I have time to put it up now (yay winter break).
~B.E.G.”R.”
Found this, pretty cool if you ask me. The things people can do now-a-days: GENIUS!
And for the real reason why you are here: New Chapter next week.
- A.L.M. (II)
Look to the Mountain.
It holds wisdom, truth, honor.
The Mountain knows all.
- A.L.M. (II)
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