Yummy in My Tummy.

Here's my poem about hot chocolate.

The warmth you give me
starts up my fire
again.
My whole body.
Far from ice-cold.
At first you burn me,
and my insides.
But,
I
eventually get used to
the fire.
The sensational feeling of
being warm, but most
importantly-
protection.
You gave me a home,
and you satisfy my
stomach.
You burn deep within
my organs,
and farther than my bones.
Farther than my heartbeat,
dares to ever go.
You crumble them,
as the fire passes
throughout me.
Oh the joyful, and thrilling
rush
you give me.
Oh how I love you so dearly.
Oh how I love you my dear.
Oh how I love you so dearly,
my dear
hot
chocolate! :)

Hah. I'm weird. Writing poetry about hot chocolate. Oh well.

Okay, The Mark. I am writing it, I have to edit it and then I'll post. I haven't been writing as much as I should have -blame school- but I will try to get back on track.
I have 9 pages, and 3,641 words. Jeez. I suck, I gotta write summore. I know, I know! Okay, night to all! And to all a merry day!...or night!/sleep!

A day late

Here's the next part. This part is a little disturbing. You were warned.

Val….
Mmm? I sit up straight, startled. I still can’t get used to her voice. Her attractive voice.
I need your help.
What now? Lately, she’s been giving me tasks, from left to right.
The lovely voice, softens. Stop it. I’m serious.
Okay, sorry. What is it? It’s a rare occasion when she’s serious. Usually, she’s giddy, and bubbly.
There is a girl, she is around your age. She is in trouble. I am not quite sure how yet, but it is bad. I feel a negative vibe coming from her. And it is strong. I need you to keep your eye on her. You know what to do. Dream.
Right. I breathed. Climbed on my double bed. I had to focus, flow out of this body. Like liquid. Ooze out. Slowly, but surely. I began to feel sleepy, then my eyes closed shut right on queue. I could feel myself rise out of this atmosphere, and take my soul to a much farther peaceful place. My eyes flew open. It’s not working.
Try harder. She urged. Getting annoyed. Common you have done this a million times, how come you cannot do it now? Your getting soft on me? Try harder! I tried again. She shouted, and began to plead. Please? I need you to focus, with all your might. You have to figure out what is going to happen. She is in a great amount of danger. She could be hurt!
I hate it when you do that! I thought, rolling my eyes.
Do what? She asked innocently. A silence. I tried again. Tried to detach myself from my body. Tried to search for that girl. I could feel my brain working at its hardest. Searching. Searching for that girl. Who could be dead by now. That made me try harder. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. The mark started to burn, I felt it. It hurt so bad. Am I doing this wrong?
No. She's trying to enter your body, to make you feel pain. She's trying to make you see it her way. How she feels. The girl. She was…taking over my body. I could feel hatred, pain, depression over come me all of a sudden.
What’s happening? I started to panic, the burn was noticeably painful.
This episode is going to be horrible Val. I am sorry. I am so sorry. She’s too powerful, she is so close to death. What you are now going to feel is death. I cannot stop it. It is too late. If you get through this, you will help her more than you know.
If? Steph…the mark…it hurts. You said it wouldn’t hurt. You promised me. I could feel the mark. It felt as if someone ripped open my arm, yanking and pulling at it. I smelled the blood, I started to gasp. I was bending over now. Groping my arm. Trying to make the burning stop.
I am so sorry. So sorry. She was repeating that over and over again. She started to weep. So sorry Val. So very sorry.
“Make it stop! Stephanie please.” Make it stop. Please! The tears were building up now. Why won’t you make it stop? I was in the corner of my bedroom on the floor, crawled up in a ball. Surrounded by blood. I could smell it. Feel it. It started to form in a puddle. Starting at my right hand, and slowly making its way up to my mouth. The blood was gushing out from my mark. I had no cuts in sight. How is this possible? How am I bleeding? It began to enter my mouth. As if it was trying to suffocate me. I tried to spit it out. I had to swallow, I had no choice. Filling my lungs with blood. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were almost out of air. I was running out of time.
Hang on. Val. You can do it! Val…. Her voice was starting to fade, everything was fading.
That’s when I felt and heard a tear all over. Legs. Arms. Torso. Feet. Hands. I looked down at my body, and cuts were forming. Left, right, criss-crosses, Xs. They were everywhere.
Just make it stop.
My lungs felt as if they were about to let me down. I could feel my heart beat slow down. Every. Single. Beat. Was. Getting. Slower. My breath shortened, in a panicking way. I couldn’t feel the rest of my body. Everything was numb. Everything.
Make…It…Stop….Make…It…Please….
Everything. Numb. Blood. Everywhere. Lungs. Failing. I. Am. Failing. Stephan….
Val…stay with m-

Mk, so how did you like it? I know it gets a bit confusing about the girl, and the "dream" part, but later on in the story (the part that I just finished writing, in fact) it makes more sense. So don't worry if your confused now, things start to unravel later on!
;)

Sorry.

I will put up the next little piece of "The Mark" when I finish editing it I swear! XP So, yes, I will do that right now. It might be up tomorrow or the next day. With school you can never know. But no later than Friday! :)

xx

The Mark

As I promised. Sorry I didn't do it yesterday! X)

She was here, even when I was a baby. My first word was “Stephanie”. I had always known someone was there. Watching me. Helping me along the way. My first encounter with her, that I remember, was when I was seven. She came to me in my head, talking to me. Telling me that she was here to help me. Help me. Protect me.
My parents were away, heading to work. And the babysitter was supposed to be there. Oh, why hadn’t the babysitter been there? She told me her name was Stephanie, and that she had been looking out for me my whole life. I was a bit frightened, but the voice was and still is memorizing. So I did what she said. I had to do it, or else. That’s what she always told me, and I never disobeyed her, ever.
I set my house on fire, when I was seven. Because Stephanie told me that she would protect me. Protect me from the fire and more importantly death. Which she did, for the most part. Because she protected me, I didn’t burn completely. I stayed in my room, and did what I was told. To swallow the fire. To make fire. And to become it myself. That’s how I got the mark.
When I was eight, I threw my cat on the roof, and it stayed up there. They found the body a few weeks later. I choked my dog to death, when I was eleven, while still managing to gouge out the other one’s eyes. Thirteen, I broke my arm, I smashed it with a hammer. My new cat came in at the wrong time. Saw everything. Stephanie told me to throw the hammer at it, because if I didn’t, the cat would tell everyone. That was the end of pets.
I feel like Stephanie told me to do those things for a reason. I feel…inhuman. Sounds crazy, believe me. I’m surprised my parents haven’t locked me up in a padded room. But they are just too busy, when it comes to me.

My name is Valerie Ali Belial, and Stephanie is who I worship. Hello. She’s like a god, but yet a sister. She has always been there for me. And with me, for my whole life. 15 years. She is not human. She talks to me. Through my head. Rare occasions does she talk to me out loud. I have medium length, dark brown wavy hair, piercing blue green eyes, and I’m 5’6”. She’s very beautiful. I can’t really describe Stephanie. One of those reasons is that I haven’t seen her full form. She won’t let me hasn’t showed me her yet.
I think of her as my mother, even though she sounds like a goddess. But I’ve never really asked her much about herself. I just have a gut feeling to trust her. Which I completely do, or I wouldn’t have done previous wicked tasks for her. Some of them are for me to do with body, and some well they are harmful helpful to others but mainly me.
Stephanie wouldn’t/hasn’t hurt me. Ever. Never would think about it. Ever. When she tells me to “dream”, I know that I must search for whoever she tells me to, in my mind. It’s a thing she gave me. The mark. It’s a burn. On both of my arms. They are only visible to me and her. It’s a gift. Sure is. That’s what I like to call it. Ahem? We, I mean. Some may say I’m cursed, or crazy. Well when I do my little “search”, I get episodes. The episode is usually about the person, or is related to them somehow. Sometimes they get pretty bad.
Sometimes like now….

Okay, so tomorrow night I will post the other part, which happens to be my favorite part, so far! >)
C ya!

Sample Time!

Here's a sample of my writing:

Security Office:
“You three have to call parents. Alex Weekly, correct?” The security guard asks Alex, she nods. “You can go first, explain to them why you running around cutting other people, and threatening them. They can sue you, you know that?!” The security started to turn red, trying not to yell at her. While the security guard handed Alex the phone, Alex is worrying about calling her parents. She dials, her hands shaking.
“Hello? This is Alex.” she asks, shaking, hoping this works.
“Hey Al….” The other person on the phone answers.
“Mom? Hey this is Alex, I’m in the security guards office.” Alex looks up to the guard who is standing over her, pointing to the phone. Hopefully her friend can pull it off. “Um, he wants to talk to you. Okay?” She hands the phone to the guard.
“Hello, ma’am, my name is Joseph. I’m calling to tell you that…yes I know…why? Well because she well…yes Mrs. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Yes, she will…okay, thank you.” Joseph put down the phone flabbergasted, and sweat was forming on the side of his face. “Okay your mother said to let you go, so after they call their parents, we can all leave.” He started to head towards to the door. “I’ll be right back.” He nods then leaves.
“Well this is bull. My name is Kevin Brook. I’m 14.” He smiles. “What’s your name?” He says to the youngest looking girl.
She clears her throat. “My name is Lucy, Lucy Rivers. I’m 13.” She smiles back, but then her whole face turns blood red, and criss crosses her legs.
“Why are you guys here? I mean what did you guys do to get here?”Alex asks.
“Well I tried to set the curtain on fire, while they were trying to set up, but I got caught because some kid, named Noah, ratted me out.” He chuckles, but Lucy gasps, and her face drains of all color. “What? What is it? Is he like your brother or something?” She nods. “ Oh well he was a cool kid, no hard feelings, though.” Kevin says. When Lucy looks up she’s greeted by a warm smile, but this time she doesn’t return the favor.

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Umm, I wrote that one in the beginning of summer. In June, I believe.
How are you? I'm good, just sneezy. If you want to get a better description than the one I'm about to give you, go to my other blog.

Name: Elle
Occupation: Student. Writer. (Am I really a writer?)
I like music, blogging, writing, shopping, not sneezing, making bloggy friends, texting, and that's about it. My life revolves around those things, oh, and school (sadly) XP I like making smiley faces, too. So expect those a lot. They are just so very fun! Eh?
Age: Ahhhhh. Gotcha there. I like to keep it a secret, on the DL, I'm mysterious that way.
Favorite #: 18 and 13.
Favorite Color: Don't have one.
Favorite Song: Don't have one.
Favorite Band: Guess...Don't have one. There are just too many in the world, and I don't think it's very nice to exclude the rest. That includes Color, Song, Store, etc.
Umm, that's about it...Oh, I live in Chicago. Have two younger brothers. I'm a very hyper person. :) And I babble a lot, like now, for instance. Eek.
Oh, I'm a sporty person, and in practice today I pulled my arm muscle. Too much spiking. So for today, and tomorrows practice I can't spike the ball. :(((((((

Well that's about it!
Check in with you guys tomorrow. Also! I will post "The Mark" tomorrow. If you want a sneak peak of it, here ya go! Bcuz i'm nice like that! >_<

Have a good...ahhh! This is tricky, because there are different time periods (duhh elle). Umm good ________ to you!
(Get it? Fill in the blank?) Hahahaa.