I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm writing a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what آپ think of this so I can see if I should start writing the story یا not.
Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed سے طرف کی her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death in his sleep. She fled her ہوم and moved to Hong Kong, China where she became an orphan and lived with an elderly woman named Chan-juan. Akari took care of Chan-juan and thought of her as a mother. But, five years later on Akari's 16th birthday, her father's brother found them and killed both her and the elderly woman. When their souls reached purgatory the elderly woman went to Heaven, but Akari's was forbidden from BOTH Heaven and hell. So her soul wondered into space. She started to steal the souls of those living in suffering and take them for her own so they will never have a chance at reaching Heaven. Her soul still walks the earth today, and she still takes the souls out of the living. But legend has it, that one day, one person with a pure spirit will be born with the duty of vanquishing Akari and freeing the spirits so that they may final rest at peace.
Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed سے طرف کی her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death in his sleep. She fled her ہوم and moved to Hong Kong, China where she became an orphan and lived with an elderly woman named Chan-juan. Akari took care of Chan-juan and thought of her as a mother. But, five years later on Akari's 16th birthday, her father's brother found them and killed both her and the elderly woman. When their souls reached purgatory the elderly woman went to Heaven, but Akari's was forbidden from BOTH Heaven and hell. So her soul wondered into space. She started to steal the souls of those living in suffering and take them for her own so they will never have a chance at reaching Heaven. Her soul still walks the earth today, and she still takes the souls out of the living. But legend has it, that one day, one person with a pure spirit will be born with the duty of vanquishing Akari and freeing the spirits so that they may final rest at peace.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from دن to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed سے طرف کی many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and دل full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be دودھ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from دن to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed سے طرف کی many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and دل full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be دودھ and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He کہا kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think آپ will"
I کہا sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas آپ cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He کہا kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think آپ will"
I کہا sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas آپ cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Food and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Food and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)