Maborshi-IllusionX2

I cant say whats going on around me. Not that i really care. I am happy just being able to play in my imagination. i sighed as i took another bite of pizza. friends... who needs them. Not me! Though.... it would be nice to have them. We could do all sorts of stuff together. We could plan out world domination! although thinking about it now, it would better to start small. At least that what my friend R would say. Who is R? i don't know but I'm sure he would a good friend. Maybe he is... Black? nah... Lets make him Gay. A Gay black Asian guy. Yep. I feel like he would be the type to not go vegan. Though maybe he is the type to like think about

previously- The door was pulled open, to see familiar dark hair, and onyx eyes. "hey Robert." ________________________ now- --Alistair-- i peered down from shadows of the bell tower stairs. the door remained still, and unmoving. No person entered. No flicker of life moved or scurried around. all was still. I found myself anxious as i gazed down at the door with my green eyes. Still, nothing moved. Was he not coming tonight? i suppose that does make sense. He was only here for a short time. And most likely because he had no where else to go. will i never see my blonde angel again? i don't want that.   i can wait. Just a little while longe

previously- he was not even in the room when i looked around? Should i pretend to be asleep? should i open my eyes? Gah~ what do i do?! ____________________________________________________________ now- I breathed in and that scent flooded my senses again. Intoxicating. It enveloped me like a soft cloud. the scent made my heart beat faster than birds wings, for some strange reason. i wonder, why? Why is it that he he causes such strange reactions from me? when i don't even know him? Days seemed to pass in a never ending loop. Everyday i woke up and went to work at Robert's and afterwards, he would pull me inside for a cup of tea. He seldo

previously- My golden haired angel, what is your name? i thought these words in vein though. Because i know, that if he really is my angel. I need to let him fly away. ______________________________________________________________ now- --Jay-- i woke up, my breathing a little uneven. I swung my legs off of the pew and i quickly made my way to work. My brain was working in over active mode. My feet moved quickly along the roads and i found myself panting at Roberts gate, waiting to be let in early. For some reason, my heart was racing. I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of the thoughts i possessed, and i set to work as quickly as i cou

previously- I grunted. well. maybe they already left? i could just go and check, and if the didn't..... well. i can just deal with that when i get to it. _______________________________________________________ Now- I followed the road up towards the church. I almost missed the over grown path towards the finely cut grass of the church yard. The sun was still hanging in the sky. Though i knew it would not be for much longer. I pushed the big heavy doors open and glanced around. I didn't see anyone. i slowly took a step inside. The doors creaked shut behind me. I glanced around and breathed a small sigh of relief, the main part is empty. But

previously- I leaned back, and gazed out at the stormy weather. Drowsiness sunk into me. i suppose, this will have to do. ______________________________________________________ now- I stood up near the alter watching the sleepy boy. He hadn't even noticed he was no longer alone. His hair looked fair, golden. Lightning flashed. His soaked orange clothes. I felt a strange tingle in my chest. I was going to kick him out. But. Something is stopping me. I wonder what it is. I thought to myself, as I stepped over to him. I was there faster than he would be able to blink. i Closed my eyes. His human heart was beating in his chest. I opened them

previously- i will say one thing. it is a lot cooler now, than before. ______________________________________________________________ now- The night time air was gentle and cool against my skin. Light shone from the house. But i felt content in the dark. I suppose it might be strange. The people in town all hair me to do the night picking if there is any. Most wait for the day. Strange things happen during the day, and people seldom leave their house when night falls. Russel told me a story once. A long time ago, about why, if i am ever out at night, i have to be very careful. The story rang out in my ears, as i recalled Russel's voice as

previously- It was the same thing really that i did on the Raven farm. the only difference was the people and the food i was picking. This time, it was cucumbers _____________________________________________________________ now- I set to work the minute i got there. The afternoon sun was blazing on my back. i wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and slid my shirt off tying it around my waist. It was hotter than it normally is. I suppose because this part of the country is in the middle of a drought. Not that the capital cares at all. They just want the food. Regardless of the blood sweat and tears that goes into it. I worked and wor

                 I yawned, and wiped my eyes as i climbed out of bed. Better get a move on. My hand went out to my side and landed on rough fabric. I yanked it over my head. It was old, and was patched up. If by patched up, i mean that it was made almost entirely of orange and yellow patches. The cheapest colors through out the kingdom. I don't know why though. i mean, i think orange is a pretty color. Oh well. Too bad others don't share my opinion. I reached for My pants and slid them on. I actually had to make a couple new pairs. My other ones, were to worn to be of much use. I yawned again, and reached up, to the rack above my head and gra