Most recent Public diary entries by ‹Crisp Autumn Air›:
Monday, 8 July 2013
12:54:20 PM (GMT)
I'm having trouble coming up with a name for yet another new story I'm
I'm still working on the other ones, but I'm having major writers block with
those storylines so I figured I'd start a new one and build up ideas for the old ones
I kind of have a plot:
•Two 'main' girls
•Both get abducted
•Main gets free
|Ib FanFiction 1= Lylia Part 1||Category: (general)|
Monday, 10 September 2012
10:38:17 PM (GMT)
Lylia Looked toward her father as they drove down the street. She then looked to the
window, watching the familiar art gallery pass by.
“Papa?” she asked quietly. “Why do we never go to Guertina’s art
Her father frowned at her. “You ask every time we pass, Lylia.” He pulled out a
the familiar small, white handkerchief as he spoke, holding it tightly.
“You never took me or mama when she was still alive.” Lylia whined. “And mama
always wanted to go.”
“If I take you this once, will you never ask to go again?” Her father sounded
more distant than angry, though she agreed with a large smile.
As Lylia and her father entered the gallery, she peered further into the rooms.
|This is what I wrote for Health class.||Category: (general)|
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
03:01:26 PM (GMT)
We had to do an exercise in Health. It was an imagery exercise, and Mrs. Barrette
had us write down what we thought of when we closed our eyes and saw a calming scene.
Well, here's mine.
I walk through a forest, the light dimming from the sky as night begins falling. I
follow the soft sound of flowing water to a small waterfall. I place a small, silky
blanket on a flat rock, sitting down cross-legged on it. I close my eyes for a
moment, listening to the trees sway and the water fall gently into a small pool. I
open my eyes after a while, looking around at the beautiful sight. I watch as the
baby blues of the sky turn to deep, majestic purples and pinks. The water is a clear
blue, and has a beautiful silver glow. I slowly trace my gaze around to the
Thursday, 2 February 2012
01:41:19 AM (GMT)
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
[ ] You know what a brolly is.
[ ] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[ ] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
[x] You use the word "bugger"or the phrase "bloody hell." (Bluudy Hehll)
[ ] Fish and Chips are yummy.
[x] You can eat a Full English Breakfast. (If I felt like it)
[ ] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
[ ] Its football...not soccer. (WHAT IZZ THIIIIIS?!?! Kick 'n Chadse, bee-otch)
Monday, 26 December 2011
11:31:05 AM (GMT)
*Scream* THREE IN SIX MONTHS!!
Aaron first (which is whatever, kind of saw it coming)
THEN KYLE!!!! </>
Yes, I am dying inside.
Yes, I am suicidal.
Yes, I am no longer what This_World used to be.
No, I will not turn back.
Last edited: 2 January 2012
|The Chronicles of La Flor de Infierno: White Rose, Chapter 14||Category: TCoLFdI:WR|
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
09:04:34 PM (GMT)
"You..." I couldn't believe it. Vladimir had actually--
A beautiful blonde girl with pale blue eyes walked toward Vladimir and I. Her
hair was braided with sparkling ice crystals. Her arms looked as if ice crystals
lines her wrist like a bracelet, and a long, slender serpent tattooed of ice was
winding down her arm gracefully.
"I'm glad part of your name was Flor..." she said. Her voice was soft and smooth
I was silent for a long moment. "You're dead, right? I mean, father always--"
"So that's what Lucifer told you two? To cover his tracks, I mean, Possibly
other angels as well..." said the woman with a light-hearted smirk. "No, Flor, I'm
not dead. Would it make sense if I wanted to name you either Flor de Luna, Flor de
Last edited: 14 January 2012
|The Chronicles of La Flor de Infierno: White Rose, Chapter 13||Category: TCoLFdI:WR|
Sunday, 17 April 2011
09:22:46 PM (GMT)
“Flor…” Vladimir’s eyes were wide. Ahiru and Lilli were at my sides. I was
kneeling. I was crying. I had no voice.
“Flor, I… You… You weren’t supposed…--“
Ahiru and Lilli were trying to get me up. “Flor?”
“I… Lilli, Ahiru, go home…”
They nodded as they got up and walked off, glancing back as if to make sure I was
alright. I looked at Vladimir, my eyes still flooding. “Tell me everything…”
Vladimir knelt next to me and cradled me for what seemed like eternity. I would have
let him, too. Then he reached into what seemed like thin air and pulled out a scroll.
“Here… Read this.”
I opened the delicate parchment cautiously, as if what I saw inside would kill me.
Inside, it said;
Last edited: 14 January 2012