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The Immortal Effect
"Progeria"She whispered stunned that a single word could be the reason for Daemon's endless frown.
When the man in black remained silent Teara asked, " Is that some sort of illness"
"How very perceptive of you," the man in black said sarcastically.
"What is it?" Teara insisted angrily
The man in black remained silent he was getting sick of this small talk, he smiled darkly and he was getting sick of this girl. But there was no fear in her face just eagerness to know more the man laughed.
"Progeria or to be more exact Gilford Progeria Syndrome means premature aging for some 30 patients around the world, they usually die at 13 and the physical age of 75 for reasons unknown until now."

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“So which one of you cold bastards want to die first.”

Of course no one said anything with the exception of Teara who hissed, “Give me a break!”

“Jeez Teara there is a time and a place.” Thought Shaylee with a sinking terror that her sister was going be the first to die.

Miraculously he passed he passed over her, she was not who he was looking for. As he looked each one in the eye the hate his eyes exceed past insanity. He stopped at Shaylee….He stopped at Shaylee. Oh no! Her heart was going to run right out of her chest and keep going down the silent hall leaving her dead before she could be shot.

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Of Dad’s many arguments with Teara, washing the dog was in there somewhere but first she would have to remove all the mats close to the skin and hard as bone a heavy-duty razor wouldn’t cut through. She claimed she didn’t want to hurt Winston.

“To cut off the mats I would have to cut off the skin, honestly Dad wanting me to kill my own dog.” Shaylee shook her head disapprovingly, turned off the T.V. and threw a blanket on Teara. Teara had given up on such a little thing. Shaylee could no longer look up to her older sister.

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She passed Teara on her way to her room. Teara still had make-up slopped on her face, the T.V. was on full blast, she had no blanket on that hard couch and she was out cold. This usually meant her rooms’ smell had become unbearable and she was torturing herself again. She had a dog that was nearly as old as she was, Winston loved to dig in his own remains, he spread it all around her room and Shaylee didn’t even want to think about was in that matted fur. Of course Winston had followed her and was now curled up at her feet.

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Teara had made Casserole again about the only thing she could make. Still it had been devoured by Dad and mom despite the lack of variety it was usually tasty and today she had decided to make it tasty. Shaylee scraped of the top leaving behind the vegetables. After eating she remembered it was her day to cook….or was it? Oh well, at least someone remembered the Grayfolds needed to eat and that was all that mattered. She got ready for bed with the intention of being there until noon.

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Never mind you'll be fine and I will get left behind

Never mind read all of them until you get bored.

Beauty of the Storm

Ok just so you know I jump in and out of stories alot so don't be confused if I suddenly change stories on you, it's just how I think.

The silver doors flew open and flooded Wilhelm with anxiety; he stood respectfully for a proud, hawk like woman who seemed to be roughly 10 years elder than him. He thought “this is the woman who would by no fault of her own imprison him, this is my betrothed.” To his astonishment she was pursued by two others a round-faced man with a slender mustache and the beauty he dragged after him was a lady who was at slightest 7 years younger than Wilhelm, she had a mass of abyss hair and bright true blue eyes.

The proud woman halted scarcely short of the throne and inclined slightly, the man duplicated her example stooping near to the ground struggling to force a bow on his daughter.

The beauty stubbornly would not budge, it seemed as if the struggle was going to be a dilemma with her parents who were hysterically whispering words such as “your humiliating us you wretched girl.” and “Don’t you scare away the greatest suitor of all.” The family after several moments of squabbling appeared to remember that the prince was a humanbeing with reactions reminiscent of revulsion, anger or intolerability.

Three faces gazed up franticly at the prince who to the parent’s great relief and to the beauty’s fury was laughing.

This one goes before the one that it is after...ooo it's a riddle good luck

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A bruised head, a pissed off boss, and a hysterical Stacy (crazy co-worker) is what it costs to get out of work, I wouldn’t recommend it.

“Stacy! Don’t let her walk to the bus alone! No, I’ll watch the store, go!”

Stacy ran-up to me throwing her arm around my neck (ouch), “Nice one girl, you got us both out of work! You look like your about to cry, Shaylee! You get a week off before Mrs. Mortimer will let you come back, that’s great!”

“Yeah, brings that internship in Africa so much closer,” I chuckled pathetically.

“Ohhh… look at you saving the world on your own” she said hitting the handicapped button as I opened my own door.

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The Immortal Effect… again

When we got to the bus Stacy took off “to get back to work” but I strongly suspect her full recovery from worrying about her co-worker, were the gorgeous guys that I so wish I could’ve fought with her, over. I showed the bus-driver my bus card and asked the person in the seat in front of me to wake me up when we got to Newport. The bus arrived at Newport at 8:37 and that fifteen minute nap hadn’t helped much but it had helped. Ok, just two more blocks, I plug myself into my I-pod and walked home. All the lights were off in that cookie-cutter house; expect for the front porch light, they were still waiting for

me even though this week was hell week for doctors…my parents were still waiting for me. I smiled and unlocked the front door.

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Still the Immortal Effect

“I think you’re just tired. That’s why you are seeing things…Shaylee? Are you Ok?”

The jewelry I was stocking fell and clashed on the white tile. The mallrats (people or things that live their life at the mall) snickered and whispered behind me as they pranced out of store.

“Hmmm…maybe you should go home” my co-worker said smacking her gum with the word home.

Apparently, I had been standing upright for too long, because my body was going to lie down whether I liked it or not. Everything went dark; maybe I’m pushing myself too hard.

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A gray curtain held all the sunlight in for heaven and left Shaylee in a gray mood. The blue scrubs that were her only comfort, were one of three pairs she had for volunteering at the hospital. Shaylee opened up her planner for some false hope, that she could silence the thudding pulse in her head. But the shaky letters on paper assuredly took that ridiculous notion right out of her mind. Nine a.m. to 4 p.m., ISCP (Iowa State College Preparation) High school; 5-7 p.m., volunteering; 7:30 to closing at Old Navy. She dropped her head into her folded arms on her knees, three hours or more left at least. She probably should have been worried that the Iowa she was looking at was blurring and streaking past the low-rumbling bus, but she was too tired to care.

Inside my head (Oh my! Run away! I warned you! O_o etc.)... This is my old stuff...enjoy

I will

If hate comes down on me again

I will step into the line of fire again

If my family still screams perfect

I will shoulder their hideous glares

If I only hear about people living life

I will still listen

If the fire in peoples’ eyes fades out

I will still look them in the eye

If love has long since past us by

I will still dream of a time it would have worked

My resolve doesn’t want your hate

Your pity

Or your help

This resolve is for me to keep

As the most potent real hope I have

I don’t want to stop here

I really need to put a warning sign on this blog... I really do, eat alot of chocolate after this and go to a happy place hehehehe

Sky of Our Home *

Before Melika could do any more damage with that open-ended statement, Michail gently said, "take your time."
Finally Sierra cried bitterly, "I just hate the Hachzi."
There was a pause, followed by clear disappiontment in the huge anti-climax.
Melika snickered,"ya, alot of people do, hun."
Sierra's normally snow white cheeks flushed red, she seemed to have gotten some of her frustration out but proceeded to tear the wild sunflowers to bits.
"Something else is going on here isn't it? Sierra, you've never had a problem with that bastard country before this." Michail said staring at her thoughtfully.
"Tell us everythig," whispered Melika, putting pressure on "everything."
Sierra sighed sadly and looked up from shreds of sunflowers.

Sky of Our Home *

My eyes shot up, my sneaky little brother was standing there on a dirt hill, grinning from ear to ear.
"Michail!" I whispered dangerously warning him to stay out of Sierra's breakdown, Michail's grin widened as he turned to Sierra.
"Dear little friend, who has suffered being my sister's friend for so long, what in the world could make you miserable if Melika could not."
Melika made a disparaging noise, but the corners of Sierra's lips twitched, she began saying something and then stopped.
"I'm struggling to find the words.

Sky of Our Home *

Sierra remained silent, tears still pouring down her pale cheeks.
"You haven't been hurting anywhere have you, you can go inside and lay..."
She wouldn't let me finish,"no", she yelled bitterly.
Great tweenty questions, I thought angrily.
"I don't want to have to guess what's wrong with you, Sierra," hissed Melika.
"You don't have to!" Sierra ripped her arm away and turned to hurry home.
"Melika why do you always make things worse," laughed an uninvited voice.

Sky of Our Home *

"That is no way to talk to your superior, Ms. Sierra."
Melika teased sticking her tongue out. Instead of bursting out in laughter as Melika wanted her to, Sierra burst into tears. Melika's throat tightened, her tiny good-natured friend don't deserve to be so miserable. Melika grabbed Sierra's arm and gave her a your not getting away until you tell me what's wrong look.

Sky of Our Home *

Our goal had been to escape the that dusty old home. Reason one, to escape spring cleaning. Reason two, me and my friend had decided boiling was better than suffocating. My best friends' family had owned the everything for four miles, including the wild sunflower field that I was now tearing apart, for forty-seven years.

"My mother thinks those sunflowers beautiful, did ya know?" Melika muttered suggestively.

"And your father calls them a weed-spawn, hunting setback, and altogether over-rated flower." I shot back, with only the slightest hint of humor returning to my voice, it had been a very long winter.