OMG, I made some time ago new account here on DA to publish some of my novels, but category Literature is still not available. idiotism! I was mad about that.

however i wanted to share one peace of my literature experiment I would post it here this time. hope you would like it. And Happy Holdays, darlings!


^{actually, this one is written for my English classes. but, still, I like it's mood. close to mine. maybe someone could find it close to mood of Twilight Saga, but no no and no, this is not fan-writing or whatever it's called and this male isn't one of Cullens (just because I like them all too much to write someone is gone, especially this inpossible way to vampires )
so, here we go}



That was an usual gray day just like yesterday and day before, and before, and before... But, still I was in great mood and this was really rare. Till I moved here my life was great: I missed my sunny place nothing, but people I left there: this utterly antagonistic and ape-like people. Such an interesting twist of fate: the better place is the worse people live there. Or, maybe, it is just my bad luck. <cut text="click here for more">
<cut>It was difficult to me to comunicate with people before, especially with class-mates. Maybe it was because of my pale skin? I thought so till I colored my hair. When I came to school sandy haired, so called „school-stars" called me gaudy bird and till that time i decided to do nothing with my appearance: I'm who I am and noone else. But everything changed when I moved here.
As always I was a very romantic person, I always dreamed to live in some special place, which is surrounded by forests, not far from the sea or some other kind of impoundment. I spent years sitting in library reading historical and geographical books to find a suitable place for me. I have no reasons to stay at my place nothing but full-year warm weather and always shinning sun. My mom always was on business-trips with my father, so I haven’t seen them for ages but the web-cam. Finally, my efforts were awarded. I found a small town in three days' journey from here. And, my luck, there was univercity with faculty I dreamed about since I was a child: Philology & Literature and their programme included deepen study of myths and legends. So, I decided nothing to wait and I went to pack my clothes and everything might be useful there.

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So, I came to this dark and rainy place. It caused no problems to rent a small house here: there were a lot of free flats and houses here, because people moved from here to bigger cities looking for better life. Soon I bought an old car but in it ran very good for its age.

At the university everyone was very friendly and open to me, that was real suprice to me. Alex, boy who I was sitting with at the History of Literature looked pretty nice to me: he was polite and knew, when I want to talk and when it is better to keep silence, he helped me to adapt here.
My expectation were 100% justified. I liked my group-mates, my place and surrounding: in 20 minutes from my home there was a sea beach. The sea here was always dark and frightening, but I liked having walks there with Alex. We talked about books, history and myths. Every Sunday we came here in the early morning and went home when it was twilight.
Alex was born here and lived all his life here. In future he wanted to move in some bigger city, but only after graduating from university. He knew a lot of local stories, especially I loved scary stories. Once we went to old ruins of medieval castle and he told me a story.
Noone knew exact period of time when it had place to be. Here came strange creatures: till now noone could say, who were they. They hunted avidly everything that moved but people. When they where hunting, they emited hissy, seductive sound. By day they were like common people, but very incredulous, with opaque face and seductive eyes. There were four of them: three boys and one girl. Soon two more girls came. One was flaunted and bitchy, but second was very calm, intend - utterly similar to me. They made no secret of their hunting, noone minded to reject it and everyone lived in peace and tranquility. But there is always storm after lull: in the city several strange guys appeared. They had green eyes, pale skin, like those six, but looked very... cruel. It looked like these two groups extremelly disliked each other and soon a conflict took place. It was a very violent and bloody fight. That three crackers killed and teared a lot of innocent people when those „others” tried to stop them. In culmination one of the trio hurled girl, who was similar to me, from the rock and she felt down to arid trees. Rock was very high and she had no chance to survive. On the face of one of the guys (it looked like they were together) was inscrutable anger. Freak, who killed her turned to furtive thing. He described me at length their final fight, but I have no wish to repeat it. In short: trio went down the tubes and murder was killed. But since that day noone ever seen them here.
I always believed in story, fairy-tales, so wanted to believe in this myth. I was really frightened and felt sorry about that dead girl. My eyes were wet and I looked to sea, because I didn't want Alex to see tears in my eyes.


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That day I came home much later than usually. I took one of the CD's and pressed „lay”. It was a very windy night, trees bowed and creaked. I set on fire several candles and switched off the light. Fallen to bed I was thinking about story Alex told to me. Suddenly I felt that I’m not alone in the room. I woke up and saw male shadowgraph. In deep and calming down voice my guest told me not to be afraid. That was difficult to go through his request, but I tried to. He set next to me on my bed and told, that he had heard story that Alex had told to me today. Everything he said was true and girl, who died, was his girlfriend and I’m very similar to her. I even smell like her. He told me how he had lived during this years trying to find her in somebody else. He refused to believe that she had gone: she had been here. She was in me. Because of this he followed me for years. During that time he understood, that I was not her clone, I’m bright personality. I’m close to her in some, only in some cases. He felt he loved me, like her. No, stronger, much stronger and asked to go with him. He told, that I had know, who he was...
Maybe, someone could say, that I'm mad to believe stranger who suddenly had appeared in my room, maniac, who followed me for years, but you never saw his eyes, you had never heard his voice. I knew who he was. He was someone I was waiting for whole my life. In tacit consent I followed him in the night...

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We never came back to the place where we had met, but have never forgotten it like I never forgotten who I was and who I became: from dust to stars. </cut>