Title: The Tour Diaries - Sirens (part 3)
Words: 282
Rating: G

 "Officer... I swear... we were only going a million miles an hour because there was a GIANT footprint! Which means there's a giant SOMETHING out there!"
"And it might eat us!" Melody looked over at Bella... who had just interjected in her explanation to the police officer why they were speeding twice the limit in a touring van/bus thing. 
"Thats ridiculous... ( Read more... )

 Title: Footprints
Words: 448
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)

She knew she should be asleep, it was only logical. They would be in this vehicle for at least the next 3 months and sleep would be a very valuable currency, she could see it now...

"Bell, its ur turn to go shopping." An alarm clock buzz could be heard through the fuzz of sleep.  
"Five more minutes..." The brunette would turn and keep dozing.
"Kevin. Food." Melody would say yet again to the other, much larger lump across the bus. A groan. The most awake one would swear and pull herself up off the bed, rub her eyes and throw her two pillows at the other two bandmates, not fazing their slumber- before getting out of bed, pulling shoes on and stalking out of the bus...

( She shook her head... )

Title: Grace Under Pressure - The Tour Diaries Pt. 1
Words: 345
Rating: G


It was swelting - and for that she was surprised because living in the rainy city she'd expect their departure to constitute some form of precipitation to wave them away from their home. But no- and for once she regretted that she had always told the rain to go away. She knew that wherever she'd be, it would be sunny, it was a gut-feeling and those were usually never wrong. Don't think that she wouldn't like the sun, she loved the sun and she knew that whenever it was clear outside: day or night: more people would be wandering the streets: sober or drunk: and more liable to come into the bar to see a barely-known and cheer - but rain was home and home was something she wouldn't see for a few months.( Read more... )

Oh God. The alarm. Buzzing at 6am and there was no way in heaven or hell I could get up and not fall back asleep. Snooze.
7am the alarm goes off again unfortunately. Snoo- no, I have to get up. Hand to Face. Stupid eyes won't wake up, stupid poster won't type and print itself. I want to cry, no teenager in their right mind should be up at this hour. The state, the institution is trying to torture the future generation. Make us so tired and such insomniacs that, they could brainwash us... okay, maybe more of a tired ramble after 2 hoursof script writing for class, but it is possible...
Sigh...
Sleep...
But alas I swing my legs out of bed into the cold and its more than cold, its frigid and icicle-y- Walking to school is a bitch when I actually get around to it after a rush for breakfast and a change out of my PJ's to my normal clothes. *Yawn* First block, the library, too tired to remember, second block, sitiing in class, lunch a meeting then-
Bell rings. I'm late. Lovely...
In the shop, got lots done, then bio, which is okay but as always getting home takes much too long. And I'll just have to do the same thing next day. Fuck.

I've always wondered what exactly I could write in a minute. Well, I guess now is the time to try out that experiment-

You see, it is History and I only have one minute (and a bit) until the bell rings... how lovely... three more classes after this minute. At least next block we're watching a movie about Egypt or Greece or something. Maybe I'll write something there. For now, Cheerio, the bell's gonna ring.

Title: Repetitive Annoyances
Universe: My own.
Word Count: 212
Rating: G

Her hand was cold. For some reason when she used the computer to type or click around, her right hand would become icy cold. It was a repetitive annoyance.

She sighed. The school day wasn't even half over yet- and her day was technically just starting. She wanted it to be over- and the next day to be over as well- if she could survive until Wednesday then she was home-free. That was, if she survived.

What had she done to herself! It was all so confusing with commitments and friends and work... All she wanted was for life to start. What she had was an echo of a life that hadn't yet started, a taste of the real world and it was becoming a chore being patient for it to eventually meander along and smack her in the face. She'd seen the great baseball bat of real life hit her already graduated friends in the face and now, she wanted it to give her a good whack. Maybe on the ass though, since the face might hurt...

She hissed. God damn. Too much to wait for and so little time. All she wanted was to start on the road to being famous. Was that really too much to ask for?

Title: Something About Protein Synthesis
Universe: My own.
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
 

It was horrible... all through the morning she'd had to deal with her dead cell phone... but that wasn't the worst of it. Now she had to go through the afternoon, with a dead cell phone. Her chair squeaked as she leaned back and stared at the overhead. It was a bit blurry and made her dizzy.

She cocked her head to the side, deciding it was less boring to read sideways and her neck cracked. She let out a little yelp of pain and her lab partner gave her a look. With an apology written across her face, she turned away and opened her textbook. She read the overhead again. Turn to page 495...

She let her head drop into the ridiculously small text of the textbook and moaned. She knew all this already!!! Codones... anti-codones... in the long run what did it matter? Oh yea, something about her protein synthesis test on Thursday...

  (Okay, a little self explanation. This is my character Ebony Grimoire, she belongs in one of my friends' book series but I do own her, she is mine. A bit of background. Her sister was a demon hunter and through events that may one day be published, took over her sister's role as the Demon Hunter. Because of these events and the fact that the fate descends upon the next blood in line after their 21st birthday Ms. Grimoire used magick to make herself immortal and virtually unkillable so that her sister's daughter would never have to go through the pain of being the demon hunter.) 


Title: THE GRIMOIRE. Entry I
Universe: Kara Heart Series
Word Count: 469
Rating: PG for violence.


Ebony swung out of her black Mustang's seat and set her feet onto the pavement. She let her heavy black boots lead the path through the ancient alley in West London. She twirled a small gun in her left hand and held a small dagger in her right.
( Her hand shot out suddenly- )