http://www.writerscafe.org/MelancholyMel The original writings of author Spectra Nox en-us Copyright 2013 Aresta Enterprise LLC 1369350715 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I am allocated to my seat, which I have now been informed will probably change, I sigh with relief. In my Science class, there is two rows of tables, one with three desks and the other with two. I sit on the right side of the room, with two desks, except I also sit in the fron.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1173795/ Most teenagers don't like school right? Well, I'm no exception, I especially hate stuff like Maths and H.P.E. It gets tedious and at times, is really hard. At my school, they try to "prepare" you for Grade 11 and 12, but that's really stupid, 'cause apparently it's actually not that hard. M.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1152622/ Half the population of Ballarat shouldn't be driving. I'm pretty sure that most people do not get the meaning of "fast" or actual movement. We're just lazy. An old man was slowly backing out of his park, making me have to go in reverse. This man was obviously taking his friggin time. "Oh Co.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1150493/ Clio Cervinus has been kicked out from an all-girl school, and is forced to moved to a mixed gender school. Will Clio survive in her new school or crash and burn like in her old school? http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1150487/ Quillan Tonn-  The Prophet of LightQuillan was born in the Northen parts of present day Europe. Quillan was with golden eyes at birth and many mistook him as a demon, and thus was discarded by his mother to die on a hill. 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The further it went, the more earthy and dirt like it began, even giving the smell of damp earth from rain.  Other things appeared, not the gorund, but maps hung on the walls, secured by single pegs. Cupboards appeared, but I couldn't see anythi.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1133137/ A night in paradise, to long and hopeA day of torture, to cry and mopeBut in reality, is all paradise bliss?Something to lament and something to miss?A world of fire to scorch the landIs it all but a dream, just an imangined plan? Bringer of discord, Bard of the harmonious ch.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1132560/  Now you may wonder if a vampire actually ages, and the answer is no, a vampire does not age. The term aging is used for how many years pass in a vampire's life. Vampires do not begin decomposing, as the white blood cells that have been heightened, and stops decompostion.  How.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1126327/ ... I muttered curses as I walked down the gloomy path. The streets were dimly lit by streetlights, and I could see some abandoned buildings ahead. This made my stomach flutter in anxiousness. Some pedophile could grab me, I could be murdered. As long as I'm quickly killed.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1081192/  The bite Biting in vampire terms, is a way of extracting blood and changing a victim. Between two vampires, this can be considered erotic and a form of romance, as the exchange of blood between two vampires is considered mating. In a vampire's mouth, the two canine teeth on t.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1073119/  I write to you dear readers in hope that others like myself may seek out for me. I feel that I must introduce myself, as of course, I am the writer, and you, the reader. My name is Florence Browning. Well that was my birth name, as I grew in this meek society, I realised I ne.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068446/ http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068351/ By the time we'd got home, it was incredibly late. I stared at our house, which was very small, and had scratched and dirty yellow paint. The gardern, as usual, was a wild jungle of thorns, and rubbish littered it. The lights were off, so I assumed mum wasn't home.  T.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068173/ A girl was born not to long ago. She started her early years, taught well in manners and courtesy. But this little girl didn't like asking for things, she felt awkward, so she would take things, without asking. As she was a child, this girl  was pure, innocent and naive above all thing.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067911/ Carnation Lowell. Or most commonly known as Connie, or Carnie by me. My sister Carnie, was a very pretty girl. This was one of the reasons why I envied her. Carnie and I shared similar features, except her hair, was a nice wheat-platnium blonde, that fell past her shoulders. It cur.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067901/ They did this. They came in storm and fire. They stole our children, robber our adults, thieved our elderly They tore us apart piece by piece, our histories shattered. The city was barricaded and the people fled. Some of us were lucky. We survived.&nbsp.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067891/ Chapter 2 :P http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067795/ I remember sitting down, a jittery feeling shooting through my body. I was nervous and my hands were shaking and fingers tapping as fast as a rabbit's heart-beat. Butterflies were not only in my stomach, but she flew straight to my heart, so from my core, I was anxious and frightened.  A gi.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1054127/ This is for everyone http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053938/ I feel happy, and sad, now angry and emotionalI love, I see and I am devotionalSay hurtful words to break me apart,But the only thing It'll break, Is my soft heartI feel your pain like my ownLike pieces of your heart have been sownIn my anger, I am cold like winterPiercing you like a s.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053156/ I tend to blabber, I love to talkI'm easily distracted, I walk the walkI'm flexible and very honestSometimes Selfish and not to modestBut I'm attractive, confident and coolI'm smart, slim and not a foolI'm restless, I'm demanding, I sulkWho cares? 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The elder two foxes, her children, were a rich bronze colour, while their adopted sister, was a very pale colour, and looked almost .. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053012/ Blood drips like ink on her floorViolent and angry to her very coreA deck of cards by her handIn anger would she stand;Shouting angrily to behead;Crying "Off with her Head!"A husband and a jack by her sideNow the movie, it certainly liedFor they said she was red, a Queen of colourB.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1052923/ "Do you have a King?" Luciela asked, peering over at me. Her hair was worn in two bunches but spilled over her shoulders like brunette feathers. Her cards were neatly fanned out in her hand and her hazel eyes were etched with a competitive spark. I rolled my eyes at her, before shaki.. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024881/ Something. Something. Darkside and Maybe Cookies c: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024879/ This poem is about the greek goddess, Khione, Goddess of Snow and daughter of Boreas, God of the North Wind and Oreithyia, an Athenian princess/goddess. She has a kid with Poseidon. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024868/ Heres a random haiku I made. I want you guys to guess what I am talking about. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024861/ This is just a quick and on the spot story. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024580/