NeonStories
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Hello ;o
Welcome to my profile.
I'm still new here, so please be patient!=S
I recently made this account. I'm a writer, then.
My name is NeonStories. NEON =3
I'm creating a story called Moutful. Please read it if you wish!
Then you like it = fave, comment and follow?
I'd appreciate it =$$
THANKS.
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Guys, I'm not sure if I'm staying much longer.
Stuff has been going on in life, and I really can't waste my time here...
Sorry guys...
Stuff has been going on in life, and I really can't waste my time here...
Sorry guys...
Mouthful.
Chapter 4
Elaina’s
POV
It was a beautiful dream.
The woods weren’t actually the ‘woods,’ there was an empty place in the middle – filled with a million of fire-flies shining everywhere. The lullabies made my ear melt with enjoyment; the pink blossoms grew out of their trees, lightening up the area. It was a beautiful, peaceful place. I was wearing a long, silk salmon-coloured dress, running to my bare feet. I picked out a blossom from a tree, leaning onto its smooth, brown trunk, and placed it on my long curls. I walked across the rustling, branches, following a beautiful, creamy bird – ripping a plant out of the way every time I took a step forward. I could see the other animals following me from behind. Deer’s, wolfs, squirrels, skunks . . .
As I followed the bird, the nearer came the lullaby. It felt like I was Snow White – beautiful. . . Until I opened up the last leaf that jumped in front of me – Christopher Olsen, standing underneath a blossom tree as he leaned onto its trunk. I didn’t panic or rush; I simply walked towards him, feeling my dress being pulled by thorns of its roses.
He held my face in between his hands; I couldn’t help but smile.
Elaina, he said softly.
Christopher, I purred.
He reached his face closer to mine.
Marry me, he whispered, then leaned in for a kiss. I had to stand on the tip of my feet, just so I could reach his lips. He was slightly taller than I was – I could feel his chest; it was soft and hard at the same time, but warm like the sun.
But it turned out to be more than that. All of the animals created a circle over us; it actually felt like a real wedding – with Christopher by my side. . .
And that was the end of it.
I woke up with a pounding noise entering my right ear. I was in the hospital – it took me a while to realise that. My head was spinning around – it felt like I was going to throw up in any minute. I discovered I had a few stitches on my fore-head – just by feeling it, it was rough – that explains all the achiness. I sat up and leaned my head against the pillow.
“Elaina?” a dry voice called out. “Are you awake?”
I hesitated as I lifted my head up. It was Candy; sitting on the edge of my bed with eyes wide open. Aubree and Kim was in the other side, snugly sleeping with coloured blankets over them.
“I – I’m awake.” I announced.
It didn’t take a minute for Candy to think – she squealed out loud (causing the others to wake up) and squeezed my lungs together.
“Elaina!” Aubree and Kim called out.
They all wrapped their arms around my body, thinking that I was some kind of stuffed toy.
“Too – tight.” I gasped.
They all stepped back. “What happened?” I asked confusingly, rubbing my head as I tried to catch my breath.
But as I asked that, Candy’s phone started ringing. She had to answer it somehow since it was so‘important’ and headed out to the hall.
“Er, Christopher said you passed out.” Kim informed.
“So, you got into coma for eight days.” Aubree joined with an exciting smile.
I raised my eye-brows. “Eight days. . .” I repeated quietly. Could have been one more week, I thought; thinking about my peaceful, recent dream.
I looked around. I could remember a few features of that night – when Christopher was there as I was getting harassed. . .
“Where is he?”
They both exchanged looks, “who?”
“Christopher.” I hesitated as I said his name.
“Oh, he went to grab some food with Vanessa.” Kim reported.
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, biting my nails in anxiety. “Who’s Vanessa?” I repeated.
Aubree chuckled softly. “Wow, Elaina. You missed a lot in these last eight days.” Aubree teased.
I started to get a little annoyed. Maybe I actually should have been asleep another week, I thought.
“Vanessa Hilton. Christopher’s girlfriend, Elaina!” Kim burst out.
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hellooooooooo. happy halloween everyone =d so, chapter four is kinda small... i hope you guys liked it, maybe it was still boring but i might include another character in the story which might start getting... WOOH-WHOO... you get meee? =D
OKAY, GUYS. Enough for today ! :P
Happy Halloween xoxo
It was a beautiful dream.
The woods weren’t actually the ‘woods,’ there was an empty place in the middle – filled with a million of fire-flies shining everywhere. The lullabies made my ear melt with enjoyment; the pink blossoms grew out of their trees, lightening up the area. It was a beautiful, peaceful place. I was wearing a long, silk salmon-coloured dress, running to my bare feet. I picked out a blossom from a tree, leaning onto its smooth, brown trunk, and placed it on my long curls. I walked across the rustling, branches, following a beautiful, creamy bird – ripping a plant out of the way every time I took a step forward. I could see the other animals following me from behind. Deer’s, wolfs, squirrels, skunks . . .
As I followed the bird, the nearer came the lullaby. It felt like I was Snow White – beautiful. . . Until I opened up the last leaf that jumped in front of me – Christopher Olsen, standing underneath a blossom tree as he leaned onto its trunk. I didn’t panic or rush; I simply walked towards him, feeling my dress being pulled by thorns of its roses.
He held my face in between his hands; I couldn’t help but smile.
Elaina, he said softly.
Christopher, I purred.
He reached his face closer to mine.
Marry me, he whispered, then leaned in for a kiss. I had to stand on the tip of my feet, just so I could reach his lips. He was slightly taller than I was – I could feel his chest; it was soft and hard at the same time, but warm like the sun.
But it turned out to be more than that. All of the animals created a circle over us; it actually felt like a real wedding – with Christopher by my side. . .
And that was the end of it.
I woke up with a pounding noise entering my right ear. I was in the hospital – it took me a while to realise that. My head was spinning around – it felt like I was going to throw up in any minute. I discovered I had a few stitches on my fore-head – just by feeling it, it was rough – that explains all the achiness. I sat up and leaned my head against the pillow.
“Elaina?” a dry voice called out. “Are you awake?”
I hesitated as I lifted my head up. It was Candy; sitting on the edge of my bed with eyes wide open. Aubree and Kim was in the other side, snugly sleeping with coloured blankets over them.
“I – I’m awake.” I announced.
It didn’t take a minute for Candy to think – she squealed out loud (causing the others to wake up) and squeezed my lungs together.
“Elaina!” Aubree and Kim called out.
They all wrapped their arms around my body, thinking that I was some kind of stuffed toy.
“Too – tight.” I gasped.
They all stepped back. “What happened?” I asked confusingly, rubbing my head as I tried to catch my breath.
But as I asked that, Candy’s phone started ringing. She had to answer it somehow since it was so‘important’ and headed out to the hall.
“Er, Christopher said you passed out.” Kim informed.
“So, you got into coma for eight days.” Aubree joined with an exciting smile.
I raised my eye-brows. “Eight days. . .” I repeated quietly. Could have been one more week, I thought; thinking about my peaceful, recent dream.
I looked around. I could remember a few features of that night – when Christopher was there as I was getting harassed. . .
“Where is he?”
They both exchanged looks, “who?”
“Christopher.” I hesitated as I said his name.
“Oh, he went to grab some food with Vanessa.” Kim reported.
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, biting my nails in anxiety. “Who’s Vanessa?” I repeated.
Aubree chuckled softly. “Wow, Elaina. You missed a lot in these last eight days.” Aubree teased.
I started to get a little annoyed. Maybe I actually should have been asleep another week, I thought.
“Vanessa Hilton. Christopher’s girlfriend, Elaina!” Kim burst out.
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hellooooooooo. happy halloween everyone =d so, chapter four is kinda small... i hope you guys liked it, maybe it was still boring but i might include another character in the story which might start getting... WOOH-WHOO... you get meee? =D
OKAY, GUYS. Enough for today ! :P
Happy Halloween xoxo
Mouthful.
Chapter 3
Elaina’s
POV
“A – Are you okay?” his deep Australian accent melted in my ear.
My sight – I couldn’t see very well, but I wasn’t sure if it was my watery tears or my own dizziness. I examined through my hands, checking for any injuries - but no. I looked up to meet Christopher’s eyes; his figure was fading away – like miles and miles away. My voice was dry, I didn’t have a chance to speak – I couldn’t speak!
My eyes were drooling around like a ball bouncing every where – I felt numb. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see – what was wrong with me? But right after I tried to stand on my heels, my head reached the concrete, ground floor – causing my eyes to shut in pain.
Christopher's POV
The automatic gates opened every time I passed by, holding Elaina’s hand as she laid on the hospital’s bed – unconscious; rolling down the empty halls with bright, fresh lights every where. The nurses surrounded her like crazy – connecting different coloured tubes into her flesh. It even made me sick. She had a massive patch of burgundy blood on her fore-head, running down to her black, glossy hair. I didn’t have a good feeling about this. Just as I was going to enter the next room, a rough hand pressed my chest fiercely.
“Sorry, sir, but I’m afraid you cannot accompany us to our next level.” The doctor informed.
I huffed and threw my hands in the air angrily.
“C’mon, she’s -”
“Any type of news will be reported straight away.” Then he left.
It felt like she wasn’t going to make it – the amount of blood that was in the streets. She passed out. Who was that dude anyway? I ran my hands through my hair – I had to stay here, for whatever it was, I wanted to, anyway.
I sat by the receptionist’s, where it would be much quicker to receive the news. Every time a doctor or a nurse passed by, I always prepared myself for what came – but of course, it never was for Elaina.
My phone rang in my pocket – Vanessa Hilton.
“Hello?” I answered, fed up already.
“Honey! Where are you?! Your dad said you weren’t home yet!” she squealed.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to keep myself awake. “Uh, yeah. I’m in the . . . hospital.” I yawned.
But after I said that, I had to keep my phone at least 10cm away from my ear-drums. “Chris?! You’re in the hospital? What happened? Are you hurt?!” she screamed.
Again, I groaned. “Vanessa, clam down . . . please. I’m fine. Jason . . . had an accident, so here I am.” I lied.
Her voice seemed to darken when I said that. “Oh,” she sighed. “So – uh. See you later, then . . . Love you -”
I hung up straight away - so tired and so stressed out; I didn’t even have the chance to say ‘I love you, too.’
I stood up, brushing myself and walking back and fourth through the halls. It was already 10:52 in the night and no news came from the nurses. I sighed, just then Kim and Aubree came running down the halls.
“Christopher – where’s Elaina? Is she okay?!” Kim panicked.
I stood still. “They haven’t said anything yet,” I assured.
They both sighed. “What happened?” Aubree asked, calming herself down.
“She . . . she passed out.” I said.
They both exchanged looks. “She called me twenty times! I was in the Banglastic club – damn it!” Aubree cried, glaring at the screen of her phone.
Kim looked up at me. “Where’s her aunt?” she asked.
I shrugged and frowned. “I don’t know. I’ve been here since the injury happened.” I informed.
Aubree tucked her phone in her pocket. “Oh, she said she couldn’t come to the hospital – she had a lot of work to do apparently.” She joined.
Elaina Morris – that was her whole name.
- - -
Hello guys! So here’s the third chapter. You
guys must have found it quite boring – I
know, I’m sorry =c but I promise the next
chapter is going to be more exciting. I’ll try
and include another character into the
story… so Christopher has a girlfriend, yes –
Vanessa. But what if Chris has feelings for
Elaina? What will happen next? :D ehehe.
Thanks for the followers and the faves! =DD
OH, AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY ! =3
“A – Are you okay?” his deep Australian accent melted in my ear.
My sight – I couldn’t see very well, but I wasn’t sure if it was my watery tears or my own dizziness. I examined through my hands, checking for any injuries - but no. I looked up to meet Christopher’s eyes; his figure was fading away – like miles and miles away. My voice was dry, I didn’t have a chance to speak – I couldn’t speak!
My eyes were drooling around like a ball bouncing every where – I felt numb. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see – what was wrong with me? But right after I tried to stand on my heels, my head reached the concrete, ground floor – causing my eyes to shut in pain.
Christopher's POV
The automatic gates opened every time I passed by, holding Elaina’s hand as she laid on the hospital’s bed – unconscious; rolling down the empty halls with bright, fresh lights every where. The nurses surrounded her like crazy – connecting different coloured tubes into her flesh. It even made me sick. She had a massive patch of burgundy blood on her fore-head, running down to her black, glossy hair. I didn’t have a good feeling about this. Just as I was going to enter the next room, a rough hand pressed my chest fiercely.
“Sorry, sir, but I’m afraid you cannot accompany us to our next level.” The doctor informed.
I huffed and threw my hands in the air angrily.
“C’mon, she’s -”
“Any type of news will be reported straight away.” Then he left.
It felt like she wasn’t going to make it – the amount of blood that was in the streets. She passed out. Who was that dude anyway? I ran my hands through my hair – I had to stay here, for whatever it was, I wanted to, anyway.
I sat by the receptionist’s, where it would be much quicker to receive the news. Every time a doctor or a nurse passed by, I always prepared myself for what came – but of course, it never was for Elaina.
My phone rang in my pocket – Vanessa Hilton.
“Hello?” I answered, fed up already.
“Honey! Where are you?! Your dad said you weren’t home yet!” she squealed.
I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to keep myself awake. “Uh, yeah. I’m in the . . . hospital.” I yawned.
But after I said that, I had to keep my phone at least 10cm away from my ear-drums. “Chris?! You’re in the hospital? What happened? Are you hurt?!” she screamed.
Again, I groaned. “Vanessa, clam down . . . please. I’m fine. Jason . . . had an accident, so here I am.” I lied.
Her voice seemed to darken when I said that. “Oh,” she sighed. “So – uh. See you later, then . . . Love you -”
I hung up straight away - so tired and so stressed out; I didn’t even have the chance to say ‘I love you, too.’
I stood up, brushing myself and walking back and fourth through the halls. It was already 10:52 in the night and no news came from the nurses. I sighed, just then Kim and Aubree came running down the halls.
“Christopher – where’s Elaina? Is she okay?!” Kim panicked.
I stood still. “They haven’t said anything yet,” I assured.
They both sighed. “What happened?” Aubree asked, calming herself down.
“She . . . she passed out.” I said.
They both exchanged looks. “She called me twenty times! I was in the Banglastic club – damn it!” Aubree cried, glaring at the screen of her phone.
Kim looked up at me. “Where’s her aunt?” she asked.
I shrugged and frowned. “I don’t know. I’ve been here since the injury happened.” I informed.
Aubree tucked her phone in her pocket. “Oh, she said she couldn’t come to the hospital – she had a lot of work to do apparently.” She joined.
Elaina Morris – that was her whole name.
- - -
Hello guys! So here’s the third chapter. You
guys must have found it quite boring – I
know, I’m sorry =c but I promise the next
chapter is going to be more exciting. I’ll try
and include another character into the
story… so Christopher has a girlfriend, yes –
Vanessa. But what if Chris has feelings for
Elaina? What will happen next? :D ehehe.
Thanks for the followers and the faves! =DD
OH, AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY ! =3
Mouthful.
Chapter
2
Elaina’s POV
When I got home, there was nothing I could think of but Christopher’s beautiful face. That was his name; Christopher Olsen (as they said . . .) But after this morning, he was nowhere to be seen.
I lay down on my bed, resting a purple cushion over my stomach. Candy wasn’t home yet, so I had the house for myself.
Christopher. Saying his name already made me shiver, but there something more special about him. His face? His eyes? What was it? He was different from all the guys at high-school, but that made me happy because I felt . . . a click in between us. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. I didn’t feel anything for Christopher! That was just crazy – I haven’t even met him. . .
I jumped out of bed and walked back and fourth across my room. He looked much older than me – he was about . . . nineteen – why would we feel a click . . . in between us? My phone vibrated across the desk – it was Aubree.
“Kim wants to chill out. Want to meet up at the Bangalastic?”
I sighed in relief. “I’ll meet you guys up in the Square.”
That’s what I needed – a girls-night out. I closed up my phone and tossed it away without caring. I was stressed out, the last thing I wanted to do was to ‘think.’
As I walked to the bathroom, I grasped the air, trying to switch on the lights. I was quite anxious, again - to see myself in the mirror. It was already there, I could see it from a far distance. All it had was one, massive crack down the middle. Candy mustn’t have hung it up after I left for school – why would she do that?
The light flashed on; I slowly walked towards the sink, trying my best to not to look at the massive crack. I splashed myself with a wave of water and walked out of the bathroom. There. That wasn’t that hard.
I tied my hair up into a high pony-tail and quickly pulled a black-layered dress that ran to my knees. The night velvet sky was already put up, the trees rustled through the air as it chattered on my window – it looked cold.
I stomped down the stairs, grabbing my purse and my red-furred coat. Candy was going to be home in less than an hour, so I pulled out the fish out of the refrigerator before she’d come for dinner.
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50
minutes later . . .
The wind blew through my body like a fierce hurricane. I was shivering as my teeth chattered violently. I felt like I was waiting for hours and hours for Kim and Aubree; but guess what? They ditched me.
My fingers were numb as I tried to reach my phone to call Aubree. I stood alone in the Square, shivering. Nobody was in the streets, just the bright lamp-posts, aiming at my spotlight.
“Hi, it’s Aubree! I can’t talk right now, so please leave the message after the tone – thanks!” her sweet voice entered my ear.
“Aubree, answer your freaking’ phone right now!” I hissed as my phone trembled over my ear.
I was so angry, how would I go home?! No cab would pass by; I didn’t even have the right amount of money to pay one! It was so cold as well!
Augh! I groaned. How was Candy feeling? I didn’t want her to pick me up – I bet she wouldn’t anyway. . .
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, trying to warm myself from the cold, and looked around. Screw it, I thought. I started walking down the road – I only concentrated on the noise of my heels as I walked. Just. . . keep. . . walking, I thought. I was much more terrified than I was before – standing in the Square alone.
“Oh!” a strong, muscular voice came from behind. “Oi!”
My heart froze, I started walking much faster – it felt like I was running by now. Again, his voice shouted down the streets. I turned my head to the left, that’s when I saw the man’s figure in the corner of my eye – smashing an empty, glass bottle onto the road. I started filling myself with tears – I tightened my red-furred coat around my body, running smoothly down the pavement as a cold-fleshed hand grabbed hold of my wrist.
His breath smelt of pure alcohol as a tear rolled down my cheek. His head was over my shoulder with lips inches away from my ear, sniffing my flesh violently. I didn’t have the chance to see his face but his hair was dark and shaggy.
“Ugh, just the prettiest,” he groaned with a smirk.
I gasped as he pressed my body harder onto the bricked-wall – he had a hard-chest that was warm as fire. Nobody was in the streets – I knew it, he was going to kill me, and I was going to die, I thought.
He wrapped his fingers around my wrists, tightening my bones that felt like my flesh was going to rip in any second.
“Stop, please; go away,” I whispered, my voice crackling as I cried.
That’s when he showed his face quite slowly, just inches away from my nose. He had green, piercing eyes – there was a sparkle of evil as I looked into them. His warm finger, stroked down my cheek, slowly.
“Oh honey, you won’t regret it, though.” He said with a smirk.
I burst into tears. “What do you want?!” I screamed.
Just when he pressed his finger over my lip – it all happened very quickly. Another figure was behind him, pulling the guy off me and tackling him onto the ground. And just before I knew it, he was gone in a blur. My eyes were full of warm tears – I collapsed on my knees, rubbing the mark of my wrists away. Disoriented, I looked up to find a familiar face to me.
Christopher Olsen – the one who saved me.
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So... here's the second chapter! i'm keeping up, people ! WOOH =3
uh, you guys might find the first bit quite boring . . i know, i writ it down last night on paper =s i tried my best, so here it is. feedback, again, it'd be great. and follow ? o.0
i also thank the comments from my previous chapter =D
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