'... An inferior rock band howling for fame' by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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'... An inferior rock band howling for fame'
"... An inferior rock band howling for fame"
A rush of cold breath left his system. Hot air, full of sweat and the smell of smoke attacked his senses. The leather jacket he wore added to the sweat on his body - he felt suffocated by the heat from it and had to discard it. This place was too warm. It was a back-garden, dammit! It should not have been this warm on the last day of October! The black Venetian mask he wore over his eyes was causing sweat beads to run down from his forehead and sting his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't have have ran the three miles from the abandoned warehouse on the old construction site by the beach, but the voice on t
Future, Next Century by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Future, Next Century
Future, next century
Dublin City, 2117
BEEP.
"Recognized, katagamaceta3746942, DeSay, Louise," The cool voice of the computer scanned my barcode that is under my skin on my left wrist like I'm an animal as I entered work. It annoyed me to no ends as I walked through the main entrance of the solicitors. It was a very modern building, glass and metal, the rain hitting the glass echoing in the building. It turned to brick and plaster and paint once you got to the offices. There were some clients and potential clients in the small waiting area of the division I'm in (crime), watching the projection. There's a report on the
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 5 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 5
Liz could be more pissed at Claude, but she couldn't allow herself for all he had done for her after her tragedies. He had called a meeting to 'discuss' things. Really, he was just going to tell them Erick Vanstad was coming, Liz was going to have to train Evan, Evan had to stay with them and Liz was going to have to babysit him, Liz had better clean up the Bosnia and Herzegovina business and the others would have things to do as well. Boring, can't she go do something more interesting? Like training? But no, she was stuck here.
"This wouldn't be happening if I were in my own apartment " She mumbled to herself as she played with Sophia
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 4 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 4
Liz Borzanty was not a having a good evening. She didn't care what Claude said about her getting sloppy and how he would have to pull her back behind the scenes. No way would he ever do that to her she was too good at what she did for a silly desk job like Sophia Montaneli did. And the only reason she even worked for him was because her father pulled a few strings with Claude to make sure she would be safe in France. Liz had become well known in the underground world for being able to keep people safe. Usually it was because she was very good at killing her enemies and covering her tracks. She had told Claude not to worry, she had seve
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 3 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 3
They ended up in a compound like area at the edge of the city limits. Evan had babbled for the entire drive. The girl had only interrupted him to tell him where to go. He didn't know her name or age, but Evan had told her his.
Liz enjoyed listening to Evan Bates' life story, even if she did not contribute to the flow of information. His name struck a slight cord though. Evan Bates Ethan Borzanty. E.B. She longed to see her little brother again, with his charcoal hair, red tips, floppy and nearly always in his eyes, paler than pale skin, thin, tall and wiry frame, lip ring and baggy clothes, dark humour and beautiful smile. She only ha
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 2 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 2
"ELIZABETH BORZANTY!"
Her full name echoing around the entrance of the airport made Liz stop abruptly and look up surprised. Nobody called her that, not ever. She had her chocolate brown hair pulled back into a bun, wore no make-up on her pale skin, had liquid grey eyes that looked at the police in wonder, dangly purple earrings, a purple scarf, black leather jacket, jeans and pump shoes. Her grey school bag hung on one shoulder and she had her passports and return tickets in her hands. The police stood around her in a semi-circle, people all around quickly moving out of the way. A few of the police had their guns trained on her. More and m
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 1 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
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Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 1
This is the tale of a male tourist called Evan Bates. Evan Bates is 23 from Co. Louth in Ireland. He's studying law on the side, History and French for the majors. He studies in DCU. He lives in Dublin city centre with four of his mates on Dominic's Street at the back of the Iliac Centre. Evan Bates works part time in Dunnes Stores, coming out to Henry Street.
Evan Bates is tall, blonde, brown/green eyes with a slight tan. He's a model student with a good reputation. Smart, but not stuck up. Able to have a good time, but knows when to stop. As part of his French course he is required to live in France for six months. He is a fluent French s
#.51 Overrated
Today is my 17th birthday. Not as big as 16, not as huge as 18, but a small, quite get-together with your friends and loved one(s). But if I'm honest, my 16th year brought a lot of changes. It showed me the world and its cruel ways, how love is out there and all you have to do is find it. Well, I haven't found it yet but I'm pretty damn close. I know who my friends are this year even if my control-freak of a Mother has been trying to tell me who to be friends with since I entered secondary school. I have a small group of friends that'll be coming over today for the party. The 18's are bringing alcohol, because they'll t
#.30 Wall(s)
I had to keep running. I had to keep running. If I didn't keep running that'd be it I'd be dead. Keep running up the mountain, jumping up onto the rocks and flying over dips. There was sanctuary at the top of the mountain, I just had to get there. I had to push myself, keep going. I wasn't necessary in the overall plan of things, but I could help it.
Then it hits. The Wall. The Wall that stops people from going. The evil Wall that nobody likes to every hit because you want to push yourself to your limits. Except for the lazy people that they killed first. Survival of the fittest, that's what the worlds turned to.
I lo
'... An inferior rock band howling for fame' by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
'... An inferior rock band howling for fame'
"... An inferior rock band howling for fame"
A rush of cold breath left his system. Hot air, full of sweat and the smell of smoke attacked his senses. The leather jacket he wore added to the sweat on his body - he felt suffocated by the heat from it and had to discard it. This place was too warm. It was a back-garden, dammit! It should not have been this warm on the last day of October! The black Venetian mask he wore over his eyes was causing sweat beads to run down from his forehead and sting his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't have have ran the three miles from the abandoned warehouse on the old construction site by the beach, but the voice on t
Future, Next Century by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Future, Next Century
Future, next century
Dublin City, 2117
BEEP.
"Recognized, katagamaceta3746942, DeSay, Louise," The cool voice of the computer scanned my barcode that is under my skin on my left wrist like I'm an animal as I entered work. It annoyed me to no ends as I walked through the main entrance of the solicitors. It was a very modern building, glass and metal, the rain hitting the glass echoing in the building. It turned to brick and plaster and paint once you got to the offices. There were some clients and potential clients in the small waiting area of the division I'm in (crime), watching the projection. There's a report on the
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 5 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 5
Liz could be more pissed at Claude, but she couldn't allow herself for all he had done for her after her tragedies. He had called a meeting to 'discuss' things. Really, he was just going to tell them Erick Vanstad was coming, Liz was going to have to train Evan, Evan had to stay with them and Liz was going to have to babysit him, Liz had better clean up the Bosnia and Herzegovina business and the others would have things to do as well. Boring, can't she go do something more interesting? Like training? But no, she was stuck here.
"This wouldn't be happening if I were in my own apartment " She mumbled to herself as she played with Sophia
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 4 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 4
Liz Borzanty was not a having a good evening. She didn't care what Claude said about her getting sloppy and how he would have to pull her back behind the scenes. No way would he ever do that to her she was too good at what she did for a silly desk job like Sophia Montaneli did. And the only reason she even worked for him was because her father pulled a few strings with Claude to make sure she would be safe in France. Liz had become well known in the underground world for being able to keep people safe. Usually it was because she was very good at killing her enemies and covering her tracks. She had told Claude not to worry, she had seve
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 3 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 3
They ended up in a compound like area at the edge of the city limits. Evan had babbled for the entire drive. The girl had only interrupted him to tell him where to go. He didn't know her name or age, but Evan had told her his.
Liz enjoyed listening to Evan Bates' life story, even if she did not contribute to the flow of information. His name struck a slight cord though. Evan Bates Ethan Borzanty. E.B. She longed to see her little brother again, with his charcoal hair, red tips, floppy and nearly always in his eyes, paler than pale skin, thin, tall and wiry frame, lip ring and baggy clothes, dark humour and beautiful smile. She only ha
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 2 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 2
"ELIZABETH BORZANTY!"
Her full name echoing around the entrance of the airport made Liz stop abruptly and look up surprised. Nobody called her that, not ever. She had her chocolate brown hair pulled back into a bun, wore no make-up on her pale skin, had liquid grey eyes that looked at the police in wonder, dangly purple earrings, a purple scarf, black leather jacket, jeans and pump shoes. Her grey school bag hung on one shoulder and she had her passports and return tickets in her hands. The police stood around her in a semi-circle, people all around quickly moving out of the way. A few of the police had their guns trained on her. More and m
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 1 by ErenXMellyXEllen, literature
Literature
Perdu dans Paris - Lost in Paris 1
This is the tale of a male tourist called Evan Bates. Evan Bates is 23 from Co. Louth in Ireland. He's studying law on the side, History and French for the majors. He studies in DCU. He lives in Dublin city centre with four of his mates on Dominic's Street at the back of the Iliac Centre. Evan Bates works part time in Dunnes Stores, coming out to Henry Street.
Evan Bates is tall, blonde, brown/green eyes with a slight tan. He's a model student with a good reputation. Smart, but not stuck up. Able to have a good time, but knows when to stop. As part of his French course he is required to live in France for six months. He is a fluent French s
#.51 Overrated
Today is my 17th birthday. Not as big as 16, not as huge as 18, but a small, quite get-together with your friends and loved one(s). But if I'm honest, my 16th year brought a lot of changes. It showed me the world and its cruel ways, how love is out there and all you have to do is find it. Well, I haven't found it yet but I'm pretty damn close. I know who my friends are this year even if my control-freak of a Mother has been trying to tell me who to be friends with since I entered secondary school. I have a small group of friends that'll be coming over today for the party. The 18's are bringing alcohol, because they'll t
#.30 Wall(s)
I had to keep running. I had to keep running. If I didn't keep running that'd be it I'd be dead. Keep running up the mountain, jumping up onto the rocks and flying over dips. There was sanctuary at the top of the mountain, I just had to get there. I had to push myself, keep going. I wasn't necessary in the overall plan of things, but I could help it.
Then it hits. The Wall. The Wall that stops people from going. The evil Wall that nobody likes to every hit because you want to push yourself to your limits. Except for the lazy people that they killed first. Survival of the fittest, that's what the worlds turned to.
I lo
I haven't uploaded anything here in ages. Mainly because I've been working on a story that I'm nowhere near finishing and also don't know how to divide up... It's not done in chapters y'see. And here, everybodys changing profiles. Whyyyyy lads?
Yeah so, happy Christmas and Merry New Year :)
Ellen out x
(X) Smoked A Cigarette
( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
(X) Are / Been In Love
(X) Dumped someone
(X) Been In A Fist Fight
(x) Had A Crush On A Person Older Than You
(X) Skipped Class (school sports :D We pretend we have to leave like, twenty minutes before we have to ;
:L)
(X) Seen Someone / Something Die
( ) Had A Crush On One Of Your deviantart Friends
(X) Been On A Plane
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking
(X) Eaten Sushi (it's HORRIBLE!)
( ) Been in a Mosh Pit
( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(X) Taken Pain Killers
(X) Liked/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
( ) Gone mudding
( ) Killed A Snake
( ) Stolen
(X) Been cheated