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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 19:05:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hello All</title>
  <author>faeriestorm@hotmail.com</author>  <link>http://mistyx.livejournal.com/10776.html</link>
  <description>Well, I&apos;ve finally decided to use this journal for what it is, a journal. I&apos;ve never done this before as my computer is in a space where the familly can see it if they walk past (which is constantly, lol) so I don&apos;t really want them watching over my shoulder *peeks behind shoulder*. Nope, all clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my GCSE&apos;s start tomorrow, eep!! They officially started today but my first one is tomorrow (well two actually). English Lit and ICT so fingers crossed for me yeah? I spent most of the day in the libary with my best mate today which was a pleasant change to being in lessons.It was a little strange though &apos;cos we make up our own day - no lessons, just revision sessions or the libary or the SSC(a computer room). Also my other great friend Amy was in her revision sessions this morning and a music exam this afternoon so I wasn&apos;t with her all that much *sniff*. We&apos;re allowed to leave at 3 o&apos;clock now so half an hour earlier, whoop, lol and we get free breakfast (just the year 11&apos;s though). I think I may get a bacon sandwich tomorrow *yummy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this journal thing is fab. I actually like it. I was never one for diaries but writing on the computer lets it just flow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, sad news people, well not really sad but I accidently deleted all my Narnia pics. Every last one of &apos;em *head slams on desk* Well, there&apos;s not much I can do now but maybe this is a good thing in the long run. If I have no piccies not only will it help me get over my obbsession but my dad can&apos;t look at them from his work area (hes dead nosy and I felt really embaressed(sp?) when I found out he&apos;d seen &apos;em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for now I guess. Wish me luck for tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Helen xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I found something that I wrote last year. It&apos;s not that good but you know, if you want to read please do and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The moon was full and low in the sky as if it had been pulled through the atmosphere. Its silver radiance shone down through the gaps in the trees casting everything in its deathly glow. Thunderous winds howled in the eerie silence. Branches swayed like gnarled fingers in what could only be described as anticipation. They knew what was coming as did the stars that blinked in the ocean of night. Decaying roots creaked and snapped but they too seemed to keep quiet as if they would betray some great force if they dared to make a sound. The graves of past beings wept silently through layers of grime. They knew also that soon another would join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She lay, wide eyed in the shadows waiting for it. Her fiery red hair trailing down her slender back as she lifted herself slowly to her feet. Her shimmering emerald eyes scanning the cracked ground for any sign of movement. She of course couldn’t imagine what was to happen tonight yet deep down she always knew she would be part of something big. Something that would change everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The dry dead leaves rustled and something swept across the moonlit ground, moving gracefully in and out of the shadows. But to a mere humans eye it was nowhere to be seen. She was no different. Her small hands pulled tighter at the thick black shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her whole appearance was that of a young girl. Terrified and alone. Terrified for her life in this wilderness and for those that would be left behind if something were to happen to her. Alone in every way, she cared for no one. That was the way it was to be, she had learned long ago when her family was dragged away from her. Comprehension dawned on her face as she realised why she was here. Why she was drawn to this place at this point in time. She had come to stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Closer it came. The wind howled deafeningly in her ear but all she could focus on was the fact that she was not prepared for this. There was no way she could stop this thing without knowledge of what it was. All would be lost and she was powerless to stop it. Her eyes blinked furiously against the tears threatening to fall. She would not have self-pity. This was her own fault and now everyone else would pay.  Her whole body shivered as the coldness grew inside of her.  Her lips as cold as ice. She could no longer escape it. No longer hide. Her small body tightened as it wrapped around her, plunging her into a sea of hot knives. Pain like she could not imagine and darkness so black that even to hope for light was pointless.  Her lungs expanded and moist air filled her for the last time only to be sucked out into the night. She collapsed to the floor with a sickening thud that echoed shrilly through the mourning forest. Her eyes blank and lifeless. </description>
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