tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90278323304418226042024-09-04T10:54:52.052-07:00SHADOW CREATURESMy life is dark and bleak! We look normal on the surface with rosy glasses, but inside -our dark souls - we are monsters within. Human flesh is our delicate delight and human blood is our sweet delicious wine. This is the Saxton's family secret. I'm a Shadow Creature. This is my life.Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-11908569977297712042010-12-09T20:10:00.002-07:002010-12-09T20:10:19.107-07:00Shadow CreaturesTWENTY SIX Now, my life is so different. I am more alone the ever, like I'm in a deep hole falling and falling without any sight of help to break my fall. My mind is hollow and I can't think. It has been two weeks since THAT night, I found out the history and the curse of my race.  THAT night, I told my best friend to never talk to me again. THAT night, I saw my grandmother in her true Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-59153959683334921022010-12-03T23:14:00.003-07:002010-12-03T23:24:28.309-07:00Shadow CreaturesTWENTY FIVEMy mother appears without warning. "What is going on?"  My mother asks with her stone cold voice without any emotion. My grandmother change back into her snobbish proper self and even fix her hair without looking in a mirror.  She is so proper and perfect, I never saw her without flaw, as if she woke up looking like Barbie Doll and had her Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-60160352054599751812010-11-22T22:16:00.003-07:002010-11-22T22:20:21.852-07:00Shadow Creatures By Aliya LeighTWENTY FOUR My heart is beating and beating with a hard sound in my throat.  I can hear my body praying to the Lord above and below; whoever wants to listen to me. This is the first fight I have ever seen with my kind. My race. My family.  What am I suppose to do?The words are in my soul and can't come out. Simon Peter and Eric are like two dogs who want to killShadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-9417716845777629602010-11-17T22:49:00.000-07:002010-11-17T22:49:13.734-07:00SHADOW CREATURESSHADOW CREATURESShadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-53181908550182312622010-11-16T15:21:00.003-07:002010-11-17T22:48:08.625-07:00 TWENTY THREE "What do you want?" Eric shouts at the top of his lungs. He is red as fire and his blue eyes are hollow and fierce. He's in fighting mood.  His emotion is so raw and untamed like a wild animal ready to  face their prey. I am shock to see him as a fighting warrior who won't stop until he sees blood.  I look at him and I didn't know who to be more afraid of; Eric Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-29646324305929814792010-11-12T13:51:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:51:11.958-07:00TWENTY TWO "E, what's up!" As Eric runs into my room through the wall. I already know what he's thinking. "I don't trust her," I say. "First, you guys are best buds and now you don't trust her," Eric says. "No, I don't.  She's a spy.  Eric, the girl is a spy.  And now, she will be staying here, why?" I asks. Eric looks at me as if I am crazy.  I know, I am crazy, in fact,Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-74090317389357257952010-11-12T13:50:00.002-07:002010-11-12T13:50:48.713-07:00TWENTY ONE Fire walks through my door, like it's open.  She stares at me with her dark eyes and smirk of a smile. I'm in fear of my sanity - strange. She is different, not as pure as before, just tinted with a curse of the unknown.  Her skin is like tar, her mind in like a witch brew untamed and evil, and her eyes are like daggers stabbing me into death.  She is like a Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-11493884134121852392010-11-12T13:50:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:50:30.176-07:00TWENTY "So, you are praying to my old boss?" Galvin asks. I didn't know what to say. Yes, he is my great-grandfather, but that doesn't mean anything.  I don't trust him even though, I do love him, more so then my own mother. "Yes, I am," I say to this good-looking handsome man in his 20's. "Why? He won't listen to you.  I'm your God.  I'm your creator.  You need to pray to Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-71254342731539962992010-11-12T13:50:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:50:10.584-07:00NINETEEN Finally, we are let out. My mind is racing and I don't know what to do or say.  It's like my innocence is gone and faded away.  The evil has melt my soul like dipping my body into a tub of acid over and over. "What am I suppose to do?" I run to my room and  lock the door in fury.  I am scared about what will be in the next act of my life. I breathe heavy, but I Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-12972033752288137332010-11-12T13:49:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:49:53.198-07:00EIGHTEEN “Let's get this over with,” Erika says. “Fine,” Rebecca says. They both walk into Erika's office; which is on the ground floor near the livingroom. Walking into the office was privilege on its own. The office is fit for a high-power CEO of a large and profitable company. The President of the United States, will be overwhelmed just putting a toe on the carpet. It's fill with Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-80190046406095930472010-11-12T13:49:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:49:12.465-07:00SEVENTEEN “My sister, beautiful sister,” Clive says as he grabs Erika and swing her around, as if they were doing a dance routine. “Clive, what do you want?” Erika asks. “Mother wants to see you and Rebecca alone in a few minutes and you better be nice,” Clive says like a father speaking to a child. “She ruined our family,” Erika says. “No, she did it. Our father did. You can't always protectShadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-49803864636326684932010-11-12T13:48:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:48:45.075-07:00SIXTEEN “Stop it, you damn fool”, Spirit says. “I just want to talk to you”, she continues. “How dare you come into my room as I am praying to God,” Simon Peter says. He is full of anger and rage. His skin is pale, his eyes are hollow and teeth are razor-sharp. He is out for blood, but he knows he can't hurt his sister/aunt. He changes back to a Normal, but is upset Spirit is still here. “Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-78700655601020024892010-11-12T13:48:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:48:25.573-07:00FIFTEEN Spirit walks up the stairs like a princess in full royalty and divine power. She is the biggest Drama Queen of the family and she knows it. As a woman who is successful with a wonderful career, a great step father, a great mother and wonderful brothers and sisters; there is something missing. When she was born, Sani (her step father) was already married to her mother. Sani treated Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-86828730457150105122010-11-12T13:47:00.002-07:002010-11-12T13:47:56.816-07:00FOURTEEN I want to be a Normal. The normal people knew what they were all about, or did they. I don't know. To me, it was like they had their lives figured out. I wish, I can know what my path in life is, but I'm already damned. Since I am damned, I do I care what God thinks. He already gave me an F and I live in hell. So, why do I care about a man who I can't see or hear. But, I do. Maybe Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-41179583530310000982010-11-12T13:47:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:47:32.184-07:00THIRTEEN I look around the dark cold room which made my skin crawl and my teeth chatter in fear. It is hard to see my cousins as family instead of the demons we were. The nastiness of vile and disgust creatures which God hated with all his heart and soul. I didn't want to live anymore - the sin that came from a demon and human. I wish, at the point God can strike me down and I can die. I Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-85726989357293075832010-11-12T13:47:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:47:03.836-07:00TWELVE I knew, my grandfather is a good looking preacher man. Grandmother, always told me, I look and act just like him. I wondered, if my grandfather and grandmother were alive before the United States gained its independence, how old is my mother? It amazing to me, how old my family can be? Uncle Merlin continued story, but what he had to say was disturbing and strange - changed our lives Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-65615753756006272010-11-12T13:46:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:46:31.098-07:00ELEVEN Uncle Merlin close the Big Book and sat in silence. He was unmovable and depress. He head was hung low as if he cause the curse on the family. Yes, we were cursed. A demon made us. A demon needed to prove to God who was boss and fail. I knew, my great grandfather could not be trusted, even God himself casted him out of heaven. I would not be surprised if Galvin was The One. Great Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-47662629739472126752010-11-12T13:45:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:45:49.550-07:00TEN Galvin spent his days wandering a the earth and heaven knowing he would never be welcomed back into God's good graces. He laid in shame and unworthiness to the point of sorrow. An angel is his prime with clout and high position next to Emmanuel and Gabriel was now walking the earth with pets, insects and bugs. He was walking in garbage as the most high angels were dining and living in Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-68683052700396191092010-11-12T13:45:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:45:28.715-07:00NINE “Falling in love with someone makes you lose your mind and you see beauty even in the most ugliness of the world.  Love is the most powerful emotion known to man and feeling it can make your heart ache and your body go lump. “I remember when I met my wife, her beauty stole my heart and I yearn for her, every second of the day and every day.  I wanted her, I wanted to breath her Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-59054361189523446242010-11-12T13:44:00.002-07:002010-11-12T13:44:56.646-07:00EIGHT We walked in single file, military style, to my family's study down on the first floor. I don't know why we called it a study room. Its was more like a grand library, like the one in New York City with the loins on the marble steps. There were books on shelves covering the walls, an old desk fit for a high powered executive banker and open space for old comfortable leather chairs, Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-86091329348804608542010-11-12T13:44:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:44:40.285-07:00SEVEN The next moment, shocked the crap out of me. I never forgot that moment. I saw my mother pissed. She lashed out at Spirit in heat and fury, ready for a final judgment. She became a giant among us, as we became ants in a room as the fire and brimstone surrounded us. There was no where to hide. The servants had said there final prayers and gave up on life. There was no hope. Although, Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-15712817433104536422010-11-12T13:44:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:44:21.945-07:00SIX Spirit was on the phone with her devilish voice.  She was Drama and the Life of every party. My mother couldn’t stand the crazy red headed woman and her arrogance. Spirit was a star in her own mind and she wanted everyone to know it. But still, I always wanted to know why Spirit was so damage, like treated like, a dirty broken down car; which people still depended on.  I Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-88848020705257061992010-11-12T13:43:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:43:12.986-07:00FIVE The room was fulled with love and warmth; which was strange and fake, but servant ratio decrease. I had my eye on one servant - a nice plumb young man. He was heavy, meaty and needed to lose weight, but he was perfect for me.  I could smell his blood ran through his veins as they called my name over and over in full ecstasy.  I followed his every moved, but then I stopped. Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-84009212580367645032010-11-12T13:42:00.001-07:002010-11-12T13:42:51.519-07:00FOUR With Fire there, I was not alone anymore. As I look and listen to her speak, it gave me such joy in my life. She was the only one who could understand me, besides my twin brother Eric. She dressed me in my royal grown; which was like a princess shaped dress in a green color to match my eyes. To make the Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027832330441822604.post-28646224890582247242010-11-12T13:42:00.000-07:002010-11-12T13:42:21.544-07:00THREE Eric and I stand next to each other. Speechless.  I didn't know what to say or do. We looked at each other, I needed him to hold me and I felt the pain within him.  We were tortured by our own souls.  Why? He ran out of my room and I closed the door. Tears fell down my face and I wanted to Shadow Creatureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09609621201117974427noreply@blogger.com