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 Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:49 am
About The Artist!
I was Born on September 3rd 1994
So I am currently 14
I go by Mini. Real name is Chyanne. Dont use it. Use Mini please.
Well I like all colors except pink . . . I love neon though, thats a rare stage that goes on and off for me, only pink I like is Neon . . . dont judge me!
Im a rocker chick! I like some heavy metal and rock, Screamo, very little pop. I grew up listening to country so I like some of it.
I beleive writing, drawing, painting, music, and dancing are all forms of art. I dont paint but I love drawing, Music is my passion. Im still writing my story . . . and I dance. Sometimes.
Yes I have an attitude at times.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:52 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:54 am
Photo's
The Pictures Below are All From 8/17/08
A Tree That I Thought Was Awesome!
Mii Mushroom! <3
Random Pictures
Picnic Bench I thought was Classy
Eye Catchers!
Baby Firns <33
These go up to my waist
A light breaking through the trees :]
Fishing Spot
Same Meadow
Water! x3
Hillsides we passed up <33
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:54 am
\Poems\ My NightMare
Dreamless Nights,
Restless Nights.
Waking To A Loud Buzzing Alarm Clock,
Realizing I Forgot To Turn The Alarm Off The Night Before.
Wishing To Have One Simple Heavenly Dream Before Devils Night.
Heavy EyeLids try to stay open and Sluggish legs move down stairs.
TV Running, People Nagging, No Music to drown out the noise.
A HeadAche Going and The Day Hasn't Started.
My Escape.
I Grab My MP3, stick in the headphones.
I Dart Out The Door.
A Cold Mist Hovering,
As Multi Colored Golden Leaves Crunch Under My Feet.
The Empty School PlayGround, My Haven From Home.
I Swing On the Swings Till DizzyNess Comes.
Not Wanting To Go Home, I walk a few blocks.
Legs Aching I finaly Lost Enough Sanity To Go Back.
Once Inside The Noisy House,
Full Of Questions and Favors,
I Run Into My Room.
Plopped On My Bed.
I Close My Eyes.
Do My Best To Drown Out The Noise,
Coming From My Hell Hole Called Home.
MP3 Still Blaring In My Ears I open A Book and Read Till Tired.
I Kick Off My Shoes and Yawn.
My Never Ending NightMare Began.
I had a dream on Devils Night.
Was more Of A NightMare Though.
Non Stop Screaming . . .
Non Stop Crying . . .
I Felt Pain, it wasn't my imagination.
I Wake with a hot sweat to find I'd fallen off my bed with the Alarm Going Off.
Yet Again . . .
My Day Has Begun, and so has my NightMare.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:28 pm
//Stories//Satra's StoryChapter One. Child Hood Memories-
I walked down the large hallway of the house. Mother and father speaking downstairs without a care. I was happy and care free, life couldnt be better. My long white silk night gown, complimenting my figure, as my pixie feet barely touched the steps while going to say good night to my loving parents.
"Mumma, Pappa! I love you! Im going to Bed!",I chimed hugging them gracefully. They laughed softly while wrapping their arms around me. Mothers long glowing white hair made her face look paler than it was, her crimson eyes always smilling. Fathers semi long black hair and blue eyes were wise.
I was so happy . . . . so happy. . . . they took those days from me.
My fairy tale, my innocence, my happiness.
I woke up to hear glass breaking somewhere in the hallway then books falling in the library accross the hall from my room. I was terrified, quickly covering my head under the covers. I was a child, I didn't know how to defend myself yet. Tears were streaming down my face as I heard my bedroom door slowly open after things were quiet.
'Mumma! Pappa! Please, help. Im scared . . . please.', was all I could think as heavy marble sized tears came down my porcelain face.
"Satra? Honey, its okay. Mommies here.",said a soft voice.
I felt a delicate hand uncover my head then the thin fingers carress the back of my head. The soft tune calming me down as the familiar voice hummed a lullaby.
"Mumma.",I sighed as I slowly closed my emerald green eyes into a deep slumber.
I wake the next day in my fathers arms, cradling me. I look up at him, he's fallen asleep with me next to the fire place in his chair. Mumma was sitting in the window seat accross the room looking out the window to see a bright sun coming in. She seemed to not notice I'd woken up, so I'd give her a heads up. I yawned softly and she quickly but gracefully turned her head in surprise and smiled warmly at me.
"Good morning dear, how did you sleep?",she asked walking over to me to gently lift me into her arms. Aparently she wasnt gentle enough, her sudden taking me into her arms woke pappa up.
"I was sleeping well, g'morning Mumma, g'morning Pappa.",I giggled as Pappa smiled, his laugh lines showing.
"Good morning loves.",he said his soft voice low from sleep. Mother walked up to him and sat on his lap with me in her arms. They each kissed one of my cheeks, Another perfect morning for me.
Nothing could ruin a day like today . . . thats what I thought. . .
I was in the courtyard playing in the garden, gathering flowers for Mumma to teach me to make crowns out of flowers. The Lilacs, lillies, pansies, crasanthamums, and lavender smelled lovely. I sat under the honeysuckle tree smiling as my white wolf cub, Damien, sat down next to me. He would always protect me if I got into any trouble. Damien was my best friend.
A low growl came from a few rows down of tree's. I made a silent scream almost a gasp as the noise had startled me. Damien automaticly tossed me on his back and ran back into the large home. Mumma and Pappa already at the door to get me to safety.To Be Continued . . . . ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Satra's StoryChapter One Part 2 The Hunters-
Mumma swept me into her slender arms and held me close as Damien took stance next to Pappa. I looked ahead to see why the sudden change in mood. We were all happy and now everyone was caustious. A snarl ripped from Pappa's throat as did Damien. Momma made a low menacing hiss. Still all I could see was bushes, even with my excellent eyesight I saw nothing. Pappa had whispered something to low for me to hear, it sounded like another growl. He was gone with half a milisecond.
"Momma?",I asked in my innocent voice. She placed her long pointer finger over my lips to keep me from speaking. I nodded at her, I knew not to talk now.
Four dark shadows were within my vision, right in the corner of my eye. I could make out one of them, it was Pappa jumping around dodging whatever the other shadows were throwing at him, he gave a few hits that sent one flying into another. There was him and one more. Damien was hesitant, he was looking left and right continuosly, probably making sure that there were no more unwanted visitors. I looked up. My eyes widend.
. . . . I let out a blood curling scream as a demon came down.
Momma was badly wounded but not so injured she couldn't escape. Damien ripped out another loud menacing snarl as he leapt in to attack the demon. All I could her were pounding and ripping of flesh. The smell of blood in the air was sickening. Momma still wounded, held me, no. Crushing me to her as she sprouted large white wings with black tips, and flew off leaving Pappa and Damien.
"Momma! Pappa, and Damien!"
"Satra, honey! They'll be alright, please. Calm down!"
"I dont wanna calm down! Pappaa!!",I screamed his name, I worried for Damien. My best friend, my father. How could Momma just leave them? How could I let Momma take me away?!
"Paappaa!",I cried hystericaly.
. . . . . No answer and No Answering howl from Damien . . . .
Tears streamed down my soft cheeks as home, grew smaller as we flew away. I cried myself asleep in Momma's arms. I hated Momma for the first time.
I Wake up screaming and tears pouring out of my eyes. Arms wrapped around me, cradling me. The arms weren't the delicate thin arms I normaly felt when I woke up crying. I knew these arms, when I played, they would toss me in the air.
"We're fine, Satra love. Damien and I are alright.",assured the soft low voice before kissing the top of my head. I curled up in the arms still crying. The familiar smell was somewhat comforting, but I wasn't calmed down enough to stop my marble tears. I didn't even need look up to confirm it was my father. I knew these arms and his warmth like the back of my hand.
To Be Continued In Chapter 2 . . .
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