A Little Something

    So awhile back I was reading Poet's blog, (if you have not read it, you really ought to) and I noticed one very interesting post she made in which you get to meet your own characters.  I decided to write one for two of mine, but I did not know it was meant for you to meet them while Christmas shopping, so this ended up into just simply meeting them at some random point in time.
    I want to note, however, that I am meeting these characters in modern times, because it seemed much easier this way, even though the book they are in is much more medieval.  Here it is:

    I shivered as I ran down the street and into the candy shop.  I could nearly see my breath as the door closed behind me.
   "Let's make this quick."  I muttered under my breath.  I ran down the isle, wondering which candies would be best for making a cupcake look like a squirrel, when I saw her out of the corner of my eye.
    There, standing on her knees, was a rather tall girl.  Her hair was a strong red and her skin was a bit tanned, but most of all, she was tall.  About as tall as an average, full grown man.
    She was staring at a gumball machine at the end of the isle, longingly, like she hadn't eaten in a week and she found a steak in a cage.  I couldn't help but stare.
    She must have heard me, however, because she quickly looked at me and made a small jump, even though I was staring for some time.  She sighed, though, and smiled at me.
    "Somethin' in my hair?"  She asked, acting much more relaxed then before.
    "Ah, no.  I was just wondering why you were staring at that machine."  I said, pointing at it.  She had caught me off guard, so I wasn't sure what to do.
    However, she laughed a a bit at this.  "Oh, that?  I was just wishing I could have one of them, to be honest, but Merle took all of the money, so I don't have enough."
     "That so?"  I said, not expecting an answer, which of course she gave none, for she went back to staring at the machine.
    Her dark brown eyes stared at it hopelessly, although the ring on her nose and her ruff clothes made her look less innocent and even more strange.
    I sighed, thinking she was the one who was hopeless.  "I'll get you one then, but don't go asking for another one, or you'll get sick."  I said this while dropping a coin in it, popping out a red gumball.
    Her eyes began to sparkle with joy as it fell in her hands, then stared at me as if I were a ray of light in the darkness.  She nearly pushed me to the ground as she jumped up and hugged me, crushing me from her tight hold.
    "Thank you so much!  You are such a wonderful person!"  She squealed, as she popped the gumball into her mouth, and I somehow managed to get out of her grasp.  Even though I was still feeling a bit of pain from her odd hug, I couldn't help but laugh.
    "Calm down!  It's just a gumball, after all."  I managed to control the laughter, but she was still smiling.
    "You're just like Merle, though I wish he'd laugh and smile more like you do.  He's nice, but he'll never admit it."  She said this, giggling to herself.
    "Who's Mer-"
    "Oye, Reid, what did I tell you about talking about me to strangers?"  I heard behind me.  I quickly looked behind me, startled.
    It was a boy, about as tall as me, with dull black hair, nearly black eyes, and very pale skin.  He wore complete black clothes, looking a bit like death to me, and a bit annoyed.
   "You're Merle?"  I asked, nervously.  He, most likely, could do nothing to me, sense he was rather small, but he still didn't seem like someone you'd want to mess with.  Plus, he was looking more annoyed, unlike Reid.
    "He may not look it, but he's sixteen like me."  She said this, ignoring what Merle said, and walked over to him, hugging him.
    I simply stared in shock.  They weren't even close to being the same size, yet they were the same age?
    However, he was looking very annoyed now, and a bit embarrassed, seeing how his face was getting red. "You really should listen to me!  You know I don't like it when you talk about me, talk to strangers, and randomly hug me!  Reid, people are going to think I'm your child!"  He looked like he was going to explode.
    Reid, however, was laughing as she walked Merle to the door.  "Calm down, calm down!  Is it so terrible to hug you?"
    "But-"
    "Oh, thanks for the candy, Gumball!"  Reid yelled at me, cutting off Merle's rant, and ran out of the door, holding his hand.
    I stood there in shock.  "What was that all about?"

    I know it's not very good, but I'm happy with it.  Both of these characters are going to be in Morgen's Tale (still looking for a better name).
    A terrible thing about making a book with a lot of characters is that you fall in love with all of the characters BUT the main character.  Grace has been rather annoyed and lonely by that fact, as have Hunter, Lacey, and Ivory.  I hope to soon start posting more about these characters.

Updates On The Runaways and The Birth Of A New Tale

    As the title says, I've been working on The Runaways. (that's not it's real name, but I've got nothing better as of now, so for now we're going to be giving it that name)  But to be honest, it's barely even the same book.  I dare to say it's become something else COMPLETELY.  I've changed how all of the character's look, their past, the plot, EVERYTHING.  The only thing that might still be the same is a few of the character's names.
    Anyways, I don't have any bits of The Runaways to give you, but I do have two poems to explain, of course, two of the characters.  There are three main characters in this book, Grace (the main character), Morgen (second main character), and Hunter (third main character).  I only have poems of Grace and Morgen as of now, but I will make another update once I have made one for Hunter.  Here is Grace's poem:

The Girl of Fear

They gasp for air when they glimpse her hair

They scream when her emerald eyes find them

They are scared of the unknown

Scared of what looks them in the eye

They hide from her presence

They run from her touch

They are scared of the bold

Scared of the night

They break when they feel her

They watch her when she runs

They do not understand free kindness

They are shocked of her swiftness

What is one to do with these reactions?

What should one do when left alone with the dark?

Whatever they want to do

When one is feared, they can do many things

    Her character has changed a lot, but I really like her.  The normal text in the poem is Grace speaking, so when she says " her " she's talking about herself.  The italic is meant to be part of Grace's mind, I think. 

     It doesn't explain a lot of what she looks like in the poem, but she has black hair with pale skin and, like the poem says, emerald eyes.  As for her age, she's around 14.  Her personality has changed a lot.  She went from wearing a mask to saying everything that is on her mind.  She's the kind of girl who doesn't think everything through, but is very open about how she feels (or so she appears).  In her mind, she doesn't believe in holding back because no one ever held back on her.

   And now here is Morgen's poem:

Demon and Human

"Demon or human..."  She muttered under her breath

Tearing the rose apart till one petal was left

Though deaf to the pain running through her fingers

She held onto the flower covered with thorns

And let the blood linger

"Pulling out the evil in me," she said

"Like green horns of the devil."

As she felt the words "Human" written on the last petal

She could hear the girl's dying breath

And tears mixed with the blood

As she heard the words "I expected nothing less."

"Blood and tears," she cried

As the ends of her white hair soaked in it

"There is no better color for me than blood and tears."

    As you can tell, Morgen is a very depressing person.  This poem is meant to reveal her past a bit.
    She has short, light blond hair, so that it nearly looks white, her skin a bit less pale then Grace's, and blue eyes.  She would be 15 around the beginning of The Runaways.  She is normally very bright and a little bit girly, but when she takes off that mask she's very depressed, confused, and a bit mentally disturbed.  I wanted to get the point across in the poem that she hates herself very much, to the point she in numb to the pain of thorns stabbing into her fingers, letting herself bleed.  

    She has a very long story, so I am planning on writing her a short story of her own, showing her life up until she meets Grace.  I don't have a name for it yet, however, so for now I am going to call it Morgen's Tale.  

    That's all I have for now, I shall post another update on both of these books soon.