Heyy everyone.
I'm sorry I didnt make a post earlier but I would like to inform you that we have moved!!
OUR NEW SITE IS!
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
Http://blooddeception.wordpress.com
About Me
- Imagine and Write
- This blog is going to have all of my written work. Such as poetry and short stories.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Be a lover or a liar
Wrote this for my creative writng class. Thought you might enjoy it.
Let me know what you think. If not here through email is fine.
His eye, her eye
Caught in the mixture
What lies ahead?
Blessed be to lust
A spark between two,
Mixed with heat and passion
Blessed be to lovers,
Two becoming into one.
Fairytale hopes and fantasy dreams
None aware of what lies ahead.
Her screams, his lame excuse
And here it comes,
Blessed be to the cheaters
For they have awaken the truth.
Blessed to the liars
For they have lost.
Blessed to waiting
For you have come and gone.
Blessed be to the game
of love.
I have survived another battlefield
Ready for more.
copyright 2010 by hanadi azaiza
Let me know what you think. If not here through email is fine.
His eye, her eye
Caught in the mixture
What lies ahead?
Blessed be to lust
A spark between two,
Mixed with heat and passion
Blessed be to lovers,
Two becoming into one.
Fairytale hopes and fantasy dreams
None aware of what lies ahead.
Her screams, his lame excuse
And here it comes,
Blessed be to the cheaters
For they have awaken the truth.
Blessed to the liars
For they have lost.
Blessed to waiting
For you have come and gone.
Blessed be to the game
of love.
I have survived another battlefield
Ready for more.
copyright 2010 by hanadi azaiza
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Him!
This has nothing to do with Blood Deception! But since im really into putting my whole book online I decided to post some short stories and poems on here.
Heres the first one:
The first time I saw him was when he was leaning on the deserted broken building. I was walking on my way to the bus stop. I was scared and nervous. It was getting late and my father didn’t like me out this late. I remember waiting for the bus as I saw him. He wasn’t too far away so I noticed every detail about him. He had a gray hoodie on covering his features yet I knew he had headphones on. Since the long cord was sticking out. His jeans were baggy and he held on to them where the zipper and button was. It seemed he was waiting. For someone I don’t know. As I took my time observing him I failed to see that he was staring at me.
My bus came finally. Relieved, I walked right in. I paid the toll and smiled at the driver. He gave a small smile. He didn’t have many teeth left which I figured so. He was old, little hair on his head while some stuck out of his ears. I took a seat in the back. Knowing my house was a far distance, I decided to read. Opening my bag, I grabbed my book and began.
The next day I walked a slow pace, trying not to drift my eyes to the old building where I saw him. I had finished school late again and had to take the public transportation bus. In the back of my mind I kept on wishing that the boy would be there. But every time I glanced at the place he was before, he wasn’t there today. I suddenly felt sad.
As I came closer to the bus stop, I saw a figure there. My mind racing with wild thoughts I tried to keep it cool. I came to halt when I realized that it was the boy from yesterday. I grinned and continued my walk. I took the seat next to him. He wore the same hoodie as before but I believe his jeans today are a little bit darker. He held a cd player and his head nodded a little to the booming beat. Knowing he probably couldn’t hear me, I sat there quiet. I went into my purse and grabbed my book. I began to read and wait. As the story got to a good part I felt a tap. I looked to my side and he removed his hood and took off his headphones.
“Hey,” His voice strong and small at the same time. I smiled and returned my book. I tucked some hair behind my ear and extended my hand.
“Hello,” I was formal but then I wasn’t. His eyes were a piercing blue yet it had no hope or soul. It was empty and it slowly made me empty. He grabbed my hand and shook it. His hands were sweating and warm. He didn’t crack a smile but I knew he was happy. I guessed it was his persona not to smile. He let my hand go and looked straight ahead of him. I didn’t know what else to say. Did he want to talk?
“Dan. Yours,” He stated. From then on we talked and waited. Every day I expected him there and we listened to each other. Slowly I fell for him and I saw his hints. He has fallen with me. One day I went to the bus stop and he wasn’t there. I became sad and worried. He never missed a day. He would have told me yesterday if he wasn’t going to show. My heart sank and I cried. As I walked into my house, my father was preparing to leave. He had his uniform on. He was a cop and my worried heightened.
“What’s wrong,” I questioned my voice shaking. He shook his head telling me ‘not to worry’. “Dad, please,” I begged. I had to know. I had a feeling. Where he had to go will have the answers to my questions about Dan.
“I got a call. A boy about your age got shot earlier today,” Just then I broke down crying. It was my fault. I told him to get out. That what he was doing was no good and he warned me. My dad not understanding patted my back and whispered he had to go. I had no courage to get up and go with him. To see the one guy that held my secrets, hopes and dreams. My dad walked out the door and I just continued to cry harder.
I will always remember that day, his baggy jeans and his gray hoodie that attracted me to him.
Copyright 2010 by Hanadi Azaiza
Heres the first one:
The first time I saw him was when he was leaning on the deserted broken building. I was walking on my way to the bus stop. I was scared and nervous. It was getting late and my father didn’t like me out this late. I remember waiting for the bus as I saw him. He wasn’t too far away so I noticed every detail about him. He had a gray hoodie on covering his features yet I knew he had headphones on. Since the long cord was sticking out. His jeans were baggy and he held on to them where the zipper and button was. It seemed he was waiting. For someone I don’t know. As I took my time observing him I failed to see that he was staring at me.
My bus came finally. Relieved, I walked right in. I paid the toll and smiled at the driver. He gave a small smile. He didn’t have many teeth left which I figured so. He was old, little hair on his head while some stuck out of his ears. I took a seat in the back. Knowing my house was a far distance, I decided to read. Opening my bag, I grabbed my book and began.
The next day I walked a slow pace, trying not to drift my eyes to the old building where I saw him. I had finished school late again and had to take the public transportation bus. In the back of my mind I kept on wishing that the boy would be there. But every time I glanced at the place he was before, he wasn’t there today. I suddenly felt sad.
As I came closer to the bus stop, I saw a figure there. My mind racing with wild thoughts I tried to keep it cool. I came to halt when I realized that it was the boy from yesterday. I grinned and continued my walk. I took the seat next to him. He wore the same hoodie as before but I believe his jeans today are a little bit darker. He held a cd player and his head nodded a little to the booming beat. Knowing he probably couldn’t hear me, I sat there quiet. I went into my purse and grabbed my book. I began to read and wait. As the story got to a good part I felt a tap. I looked to my side and he removed his hood and took off his headphones.
“Hey,” His voice strong and small at the same time. I smiled and returned my book. I tucked some hair behind my ear and extended my hand.
“Hello,” I was formal but then I wasn’t. His eyes were a piercing blue yet it had no hope or soul. It was empty and it slowly made me empty. He grabbed my hand and shook it. His hands were sweating and warm. He didn’t crack a smile but I knew he was happy. I guessed it was his persona not to smile. He let my hand go and looked straight ahead of him. I didn’t know what else to say. Did he want to talk?
“Dan. Yours,” He stated. From then on we talked and waited. Every day I expected him there and we listened to each other. Slowly I fell for him and I saw his hints. He has fallen with me. One day I went to the bus stop and he wasn’t there. I became sad and worried. He never missed a day. He would have told me yesterday if he wasn’t going to show. My heart sank and I cried. As I walked into my house, my father was preparing to leave. He had his uniform on. He was a cop and my worried heightened.
“What’s wrong,” I questioned my voice shaking. He shook his head telling me ‘not to worry’. “Dad, please,” I begged. I had to know. I had a feeling. Where he had to go will have the answers to my questions about Dan.
“I got a call. A boy about your age got shot earlier today,” Just then I broke down crying. It was my fault. I told him to get out. That what he was doing was no good and he warned me. My dad not understanding patted my back and whispered he had to go. I had no courage to get up and go with him. To see the one guy that held my secrets, hopes and dreams. My dad walked out the door and I just continued to cry harder.
I will always remember that day, his baggy jeans and his gray hoodie that attracted me to him.
Copyright 2010 by Hanadi Azaiza
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