EXCLUSIVE interview w. SolomonHey everyone. I've decided to hold a totally private exclusive interview and 'counselling' session with Solomon and I guessed you would want to know about it. So, here's the written version of the tapes. Enjoy!"Hey." I greeted him, holding up a hand in a lazy fashion. Closing the door behind him as he entered, Solomon sat down in the seat opposite me, unknowing of the security cameras and tape recorders I'd had set up."Yo…so, you wanted to ask me a few questions?" I nodded, fluffing up my hair a little. He sighed."Alright, let's get this over and done with please." Solomon moaned, leaning back in his chair."Of course, of course.
Behind Those Eyes.CHAP7"Gavenia, what are these…?" Abraham asked innocently, taking one of her wrists in his hand. She quickly retracted it and took a moment to think."Th-They're c-c-cat scratches…!" she cried, taking a step back. A look mixed between anger and concern spread across his face."Don't you dare lie to me about this. Why didn't you just tell me?"Gavenia sighed, folding her arms across her chest."I didn't want t-to hurt you…" she whispered, averting her gaze."What hurts me is how you didn't tell me," Abraham responded, running a hand through his hair, distressed. "H-How long…?""A m-month or t-t-two…" Gavenia muttered,
Behind Those Eyes.CHAP6"Mom! I'm home!" Abraham called, making his way down the hall, up the stairs and flinging Gavenia's bag into his room. Gavenia still hesitantly waited by the door for further instructions, but, she could already hear Spencer coming."Welcome back~! I've made some buttered noodles for lunch, come join Guil and I, you two." she said, cheery as always. She pulled Gavenia into a quick, welcoming hug. Reluctantly she nodded.Abraham entered the room as his mother let herself go off of Gavenia. He sat down on one of the chairs beckoned Gavenia to sit beside him. Spencer, the boys' mother, sighed happily and made her way back into the kitchen, dis
Behind Those Eyes.CHAP5His eyes fluttered open, the sun's glorious rays slicing through his window across him and Gavenia. She was still asleep. Abraham rubbed his eyes groggily, kicking off his doona and under sheet. Should I wake her up? Nah, better not. Quietly, Abraham snuck out of bed silently to avoid waking up Gavenia and made his way into his bathroom, closing the door with a small muffled sound. He spread some toothpaste on his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth, forgetting for a moment his electric brush was incredibly noisy."I'm up, I'm up..." Gavenia muttered, shivering slightly. She'd borrowed one of Abraham's shirts and though he was quite fi
An Elegy to RegretMy heart ached with a throbbing painOne that could leave me bruisedI didn't think there could be so much to gainOr so much I could lose.Why didn't you say anything?Could you not see it in my eyes?The pure lust and desire for your lovingAnd for our pinkies to be tied.The day I had decided to spill(With a tear resting on my cheek),"'Twas her birthday" churned the rumour millAnd with that my heart became meek.It froze, I simply couldn't take itLike a seeping wound, like a scarYou've picked me apart bit-by-bitAnd have now left a bloody mar'Now I lay back, turn on the TVAnd burst into masses of tearsShe knew, so
The Rough Patches.I curl up and cryNot knowing whyI look up at the sky,I try to hold backThe tears that are flowingThe fear that is growingThe rage that is mowingThrough my mind, a-cracked.Love is ill-sought-enAnd all the battles I've fought-enLeft my tears uncaught-enWhispering these words;"I will never stop,I will never try,If you never leave me I will never cry."But you're nearing the dayWhen she takes you awayTo a better place,Far away from me.
English Poem No. 1Hold me close, don't let goShield me from the frightening blowsOf this world, can't denythat you feel something stirring inside.Is it love? Is it fear?Is it exactly what I want to hear?Take me now, kiss me softly,feel my heart pulse so aloftlyRun your fingers through my hair,accept that she doesn't careAbout you, about meonly she matters, don't you see?
English Poem No. 2I dream of a better placepainless and freeWhere the chained can run wildno cares of their own to carry.I dream of a perfect worldone without failure and despairOr even rejection, yes, that would be goodSo then everyone had a pair.I wish for a nicer planetfilled with lotuses and lilies.Everything is perfectly imperfectand the only flaws are silly.I wish somebody would read this,take my hand and join meon a quest for this kind of placeto recreate the perfect dream.
Tamsin MacLean - PROFILEPhysicalFull Name: Tamsin Nicole MacLeanPronunciation of names: Tam-zin | Nee-coal | Mah-claneTitle: MissNickname(s): Tammy, Tim-TamSex: FemaleRace/species: HumanEthnicity: CaucasianAge: 15Birth date: March 18th, 1997Birth place: Glasgow, ScotlandOrientation/Sexual preference: HeterosexualHeight: 5'3"Weight: 114lbsShoe size: UK 5Cup size: 32C-DBlood type: ABDescribe their voice: Warm, alto-ish (medium-high range), somewhat gruff when the Scottish accent shines throughDo they sing?: When aloneIf they sing, are they good at it?: YesEye colour(s): BlueContacts?: NoneGlasses?: NoneIs this eye colour u
WIP:BTE - Dana's ArcABRAHAM'S POV--I always hated the first day back. People enjoyed it because it was a chance to see their friends again, but that was pointless for me since I could my girl and closest friend, Dana, at any time I wanted. She only lived one street over from me, which was really convenient for the both of us.What I hated most was waking up at the break of dawn. It's not that I really need to, since school is just a fifteen-minute walk, but my little brother seems to enjoy body-slamming me early in the morning.Not to mention we have a new student. As if we need any more angsty teenagers..."Oi, Abe!"I blinked, my train of thought insta
I'm happy.A lot of people haven't seen me cry before.They think it's a rare occurrence.Well, they're right…and they're wrong.It's not like I'm a crybaby…no, not that I would think.I don't cry over spilt milk or anything.But those people I call friends…they do nothing but mock me, day in, day out.According to them, nothing bothers me.I'm confident, secure, and emotionally stable according to them.It's almost funny how wrong they are.Every time they make fun of my legs,Or my ankles,Or my nose,Or my face…Feelings of rage and depression are locked away.But there's really only so long my mind can hold back tho
ELEMENTALS EXPLAINEDYou should probably read this is you are either:A) RaverPanda ORB) Are a BTE fan.Basically this is going to explain to you what exactly Gavenia and her friends are. It will give examples and insights as well, so if you're option B and don't like spoilers, go away.Now, if you read the profiles/interviews and extracts I post here on dA about the BTE characters you'll notice that they are NOT human, but something called "Elementals". Basically an Elemental is a being empowered with one of the elements. Traditionally it is 4, but I chose to expand that number to 8. It was difficult but I did it.Elementals and their ElementsMickayla -
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