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Diary Entry: June 30,2016

Day 4: He had me practicing again today. He keeps pushing me, threatening me, when I can't figure out how to do something. Today he taught me how to channel a supernatural’s energy and make mine more powerful. Feeling all of that power scares me, it made me feel like I could do anything. I'm learning more and more each day, and I want to start documenting it on here. So if I ever get saved- which I'm starting to doubt is ever going to happen- I'll be able to remember where I started. I can hear his footsteps coming… ~LK Jones ~Jen2

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Oc Interview

Interviewer: Ahh, Furtis, welcome. I'm glad you could make it.

Hector: No need for the formalities, Mr. Eclair, just call me Hector.

Interviewer: Hector it is then. You can call me by my first name as well. Who needs formalities?

Hector: *Chuckle* Let's start, John.

John: Of course. We're all dying to know about the winner of this (help i can't think of a name) year's Colosseum fight.

Hector: *Smile* What would you like to know?

John: Well, let's see. The question that everyone seems to be asking is: How did you do it?

*To be continued*

So sorry this is late, I had no time yesterday. Personal reasons~

~Jen 1

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Writing Prompt

I didn't know what to do, I just knew it needed to stop. Grave after grave after grave. I got tired of burying my friends. ~Jen2 (I didn't make this Prompt. Also, sorry it was late, I didn't have time to post yesterday)

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Yeh like jazz?

The worst meme in existence 

~ Jen 1

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Ship Day - Nia x Derek

I walked up to the entrance to my apartment, I scowled at the number on the door as if it was the reason my head hurt. Leaning my head against the cold door, I told myself that the long day- no, the school year was over. I had the summer to relax and have fun.

I opened the door, throwing my keys onto the kitchen counter and heading to the fridge. I grabbed a bottled water and ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. I took it and walked to my room to lay down and wait for it to kick in.

On the way, I saw the light to my boyfriend’s office on. I stopped, deciding to pop in and say hello. I lightly knocked on the door and walked in. Derek was typing away at his computer and I got a small glimpse at the screen before he pressed a button on his keyboard and it changed. My curiosity leaped and I began to wonder what he was hiding. He turned to me, his swivel chair moving. His eyes lit up when they landed on me, his smile growing.

“You,” he started, standing up, “look really tired.” He walked over, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me on the forehead.

“I am. School was stressful, and then going to work after just gave me a bad headache,” I said, leaning my head against his head. His arms around me comforted me. “What did you click away from when I walked in?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“What, that? It’s nothing,” he said,  leaning down and gently kissing me on the lips. I quickly pushed away, realizing what he was doing. He looked at me, hurt.

“Why won’t you tell me?” I asked. He rolled his eyes, sighing. His arms left my waist and he took a step back. He avoided looking at me, which I took as a sign he wasn’t planning on telling me what it was.

I turned and left the office, walking to our room. Not bothering with the light switch, I laid down on the bottom of the bed, my legs hanging half on. I saw the light flooding into the hallway from Derek’s office flick off. His footsteps on the wooden floor grew closer. He stopped in the doorway, looking at me. I turned away, ignoring him.

Him lying to me made me feel like he didn’t trust me or respect me enough to tell me what he was doing on his computer.

“So, is this how it’s going to be?” He asked. I turned around, looking him in the eye. He flicked on the lights, and walked into the room. I could see the light reflecting in his bright blue eyes, and my heart melted. I have always been horrible at being mad at people.

“What do you mean? You’re making it out to sound like I’m the bad guy,” I stood, walking towards him. I stopped a few feet away, looking him in the eye.

TO BE CONTINUED...

~Jen2

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New Theme :)

I started thinking last night how cool it would be for us to have a theme for our blog. I figured it would be a way for us to be more active on here because honestly, recently I’ve had no motivation to write. So, we talked together a bit and decided on our new theme and we came up with this:

Monday: Quote Day

Tuesday: Random

Wednesday: Oc Interview

Thursday: Diary/Journal Entry

Friday: Ship Day 

We will be posting every weekday and take the weekends off, starting today. I, Jen 2, will be making the first post with this new theme. 

Note: This schedule is susceptible to change.  

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Diary Entry-Cybele King

Day 1     The world is a curious place. I'm just some every day person who lives in the world. I'm a mere 16 year old girl who looks at this world we live in and thinks about it, making hypothesis and testing them. One theory I have made is that most people bend to power. Fear is the emotion that seems to cause this, fear keeps people in check. It isn't love, it isn't care.     Now, how is this related to my life? I'm not going to be some mega-mind that seeks power and keeps people underneath my thumb. But this is still my world and I want to know about it. So I live, I see, I think, I create. In my mind, beautiful things will be made and tested. Now with that said, I need to go finish my homework. I think I started this diary off with a pretty good bang, hopefully anyone who's sneaking a peak will enjoy reading what comes next.

~Jen 1

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True Love(In different forms)

The Usual Love

N1: I'm the luckiest person in the world.

N2: Why?

N1: Because I have you.

My Brother's Love

Him: I'm the luckiest person in the world.

Me: Why?

Him: Because I have me.

Me: Likewise.

~ Jen 1

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Death (oc’s story)

She was a mess, she was unstable. Laying on the grave of her friend, tears would never stop trickling down her cheeks. She had been there for months, she had not eaten nor drank. Friends would come around every once and awhile, hoping to comfort Marina. They’d offer her food and water, but they were merely ignored. After a month, most had given up. Marina had an eternity to overcome the death of the phoenix, the half demon could stay there for years without food and water. The humans, however, could not. Having short life spans, they were always busy with making some kind of mark on the world. The friends Marina had soon became more distant as time went on. They grew up, matured, accomplished what they had strives for. Marina stayed the same, she didn’t age nor move. Now Marina had experienced death before, but something was particular about this one. It teared her apart when the friend who was suppose to be with her forever disappeared without warning. The friend who was supposedly immortal had died in front of her.

~ Jen 1 

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Waiting for the End

I remember looking up into his luminous green eyes. He’d shown up in my life about a year ago, promising me something no mortal with a heart and conscious could fulfill. The whole time I believed that he wouldn’t be able to do it, that he’d lied to me. But as I sat on the top of that building with my feet dangling over the edge, I tried to believe that he could do it. I head footsteps behind me but I didn’t turn to look. I knew it was him. He climbed up onto the edge with me and sat, not saying a word. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, making the green pop more. I smiled as best as I could, trying to make it better. I knew it was impossible. The second strung out, feeling like years. He finally looked to me and nodded, telling me he was ready. I stood on the ledge, arms out trying to balance as much as I could. He also stood. His arms were slack against his body. He was motionless. I began to regret making him promise me that he’d be here. He didn’t deserve this. It’ll be over soon, I kept telling myself. I turned with my back to the edge, my arms still out. He watched, tears filling his eyes as I mouthed the words “I’m sorry.” As I leaned back, I saw a quick flash in his eyes. And then I was falling. As I plummeted to my death I had one thought, and it was about him. I closed my eyes, waiting for the end. It never came. I opened my eyes and he was there. We were floating. I looked towards the ground, realizing that I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave the world yet. He’d saved me. I looked back up to him realizing how we were floating. His wings were white and glowing. He’d always said that he was a guardian angel. My guardian angel.

~Jen 2

Hope you enjoyed.

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The day I died

Jen 1: Omg. We have 1 follower!!!

Jen 2: That's my other account.

Jen 1: (she died)

~ Jen 1

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The boy, that girl.

He walked down the dark hallways, a candle in hand. His surrounding was quiet and calm, yet his mind was busy with thoughts. Confusion shone in his eyes, mixed with awe and excitement.

‘That girl’ He thought, stopping in his tracks. His heart was beating with this unfamiliar feeling. He closed his eyes, recalling her soft and gentle voice. Her dark hair lingered in his memories. He frowned, disappointed with himself. ‘Is a peasant.’ He reminded himself, continuing down the hallway.  

‘Peasants are below men like me’ He reminded himself, ‘I should have no direct relations with them whatsoever.’ His heart kept beating and his eyes grew softer, failing to keep the girl from his thoughts. He smiled, ‘Or maybe.... I am not different from them after all.’ He thought. ‘Maybe this mansion, this life, is unbecoming for me.’ The feeling of love that he had trapped away for so long began to seep out from deep within his heart. It engulfed him. ‘Maybe..’ He thought, hope lingering throughout him. ‘Maybe that girl is meant to be mine.’ 

“The boy...” She mumbled to herself, laying on a straw mat. Her mind was free to think of whatever she wished, her thoughts knew no restrictions. She closed her eyes, imagining his arms around her. She could hear his gentle voice soothing her, she could almost taste the warm love that resonated throughout her body. 

She opened her eyes, regret and heartache filling her. She looked out of the dusty window, seeing the bright moon shining. The sound of crickets became more vivid as that girl was brought back to reality. “The boy and I are not one in the same.” She said, sitting up. “He has everything. He has comfort, he has food, he has a future...” She said. Looking up at the moon, she felt tears linger in her eyes. “I have none of those. I live the life of the peasant, and I will die the life of a peasant.” 

She wiped the tears away, blocking away the storm of emotions inside her. She forced a smile, wanting her poor life to at least be a happy one. She lay back down, closing her eyes and thinking to herself. ‘But my dreams are limited by none.’

~ Jen 1

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Kittens

~ Jen 2

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Keep makin' babies and you'll probably have one famous person in your future bloodline.

Jen 1

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We’re New and Ready

We are writers who are here to share our work with the world. We love feedback and opinions. This is us introducing ourselves to you. There will be two writers on this page and we will work together to make it amazing. We will sign our posts as Jen 1 and Jen 2.  Feel free to add feedback to any of our post as well as send us your own works for us to see. We love reading as much as we love writing. 

~ Jen 1 & 2