new years eve

its time to make resolutions, to change and turn things around. smile and be happy!!

christmas eve

feliz navidad i guess. eh oh wells

me in the summer

shh...

c-can you h-hear it
its so quiet, so empty...
-where is everyone?
-why are they not speaking?
am i invisible?
non, am i not needed...
that must be it...
-may be i should leave
would  they notice me...
that im gone?
would they even care?
-i must go...
i must say good bye...-
i will light their night with stars
i'll always be there for them...
maybe its best this way...
just let everything...
SHH.....

For my oldest

You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie

This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be
The last night you'll spend alone
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
I'm everything you need me to be

Your parents say everything is your fault
But they don't know you like I know you
They don't know you at all
I'm so sick of when they say
It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine
But I know it's a lie

The night is so long when everything's wrong
If you give me your hand
I will help you hold on
Tonight, tonight

I won't let you say goodbye
And I'll be your reason why
The last night away from me
Away from me

 

For my youngest

Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses

I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is a burning, consuming fire

No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark

stupid

stupidity... thats all i feel. im horrid.

chapter 10 teaser

“I am dear sister, where are we?” He asked and sat up in bed. Two windows were open letting in sunlight, and against the corner was a large wooden wardrobe. There were two doors in the room and a lamp between the two beds. The wall was decorated with two pictures, one of a stern looking woman dressed in the battle gear of the ancients and the second of a man, who seemed to be her equal.

“Looking how little she is, i can guess that she’s under a year old, however...i think that she had a wet nurse, see the way shes trying to attach herself you to”? Anakah pointed out, and Isa nodded as she watched Fury try to push back her dress strap.
“So I need a wet nurse and a nanny as well...?” she asked, and Anakah shook her head.
“The wet nurse is optional, if you are powerful enough, then you can produce the require milk to nurse her yourself, about twenty-four hours after the adoption. I read it in a text book that you had in the library.” Anakah told, stroking the chestnut hair of her new niece. 
“Well I’m an enchantress, the adoption was last night so I can feed her naturally like a true momma yes?”
“Oui!” Anakah nodded. “what are you going to do with the older kids??”
Isa, vanished part of a dress, and watched with amazement as Fury le Snowdrop little mouth attached its self to her nipple. Her little hands curled around a lock of hair, and she shut her eyes.
“its amazing, Ana...you are brilliant” Isa complimented in a voice full of awe. Anakah, to her credit turned bright red.
“Oh the children, I was giving one to you and Morcant the other will be my personal servant” She ended with a smile, which changed as she saw the look on her sister-to-be’s face. “What?”
“Sister, are you going to make one of the children a servant?"

chapter 9 teaser

Isa was happy to note that Anakah looked much better, almost normal  except for the curved blade resting at her waist.  Her face at a glow to it, and her bright green eyes lit up as she looked upon Morcant. He on the other hand, held him self differently, more loosely and with a smirk set upon his face.
    “Sister!!” Anakah exclaimed as she made her way to Isa. She hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek.  Isa raised her eyebrow at her brother in question as she kissed Anakah’s cheek.
“Ana, how are you? Do you need any sleep potions anything at all?”
“Nope! I had the perfect sleep aid last night” She laughed as she took a seat next to Isa. Morcant followed behind bring her and himself a cup of coffee as well.
“Is that so?” Isa grinned “I’ll tell father to cancel the ceremony at the family manor then. Since its not needed of course”  She hid the smile behind the cup as she watched Morcant and Anakah digest what she just said and spit out the tea in shock.
“Isa.Belle!” Morcant spoke as Anakah let out a “Sister!”
Isabelle set down her mug after schooling her face to look quite innocent, “oh dear, you two made a mess. I must go check on the children and call for a nanny, tododoloo”  With that she stood up, and in her own was, skipped out the room in search for the nursery.  She couldn’t wait to see Fury le Snowdrop in the light of day.

    Lilium walked down the hall in a mood, her hair was pulled back into a single ponytail and she was dressed in the correct uniform.  No alterations, and even the optional tie was added. Her eyes flittered over to the other students in the halls, before turning into her class room. This class like all others were talking in whispers about the fire and the absence of Isa Loma.  Most of the talk has been what angered the Loma family to the point of total annihilation of a family line.   Lilium, sat at her desk, brushing the air where her hair would normally lay, and sighs. She wasn’t jealous of the attention Isa was getting from not being at school. It was just that is was different, Isa is normally invisible to all but a few people, and Lilium preferred it that way. Isa was her smart, brilliant yet slightly scary, invisible friend, not anyone else's. Well maybe the two boy toys that were apart of the team but no one else. Lilium had a feeling that Isa was growing up with out her, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It was strange and seemingly made her angry. Without warning or cause she struck her newest call across the arm with the ruler she had in her hand. The girl bit her lip so that she wouldn’t cry out in pain, and the instructor looked at Lilium with a question in his eyes. He held his tongue, there was nothing he could do to help the girl sitting on the floor next to one of his best students in mathematics.  He closed as he saw Lilium prepare to hit the girl a second time while working on a problem. There was a red mark left on her skin as she removed the ruler. The quite mutters in the class he realised were either about the Loma family or the abusive nature of the Nexus girl. 

WINTER HOLIDAY

is made for writing and day dreaming about yummy guy (s)

teaser for chapter 8

Isabelle skipped to the courtyard, dragging her captives behind her, the rest of the family, form the mother and grandmama to the youngest child.  they were all tied up, in magically reenforced ropes, made from their own drapires. Isabelle stood by the fountian, and sat, on the edge, while directing her captives to sit in the grass or the tile court. She really didn’t care, as she had a firm hold on their bindings. She looked down at her dress, and smiled at the newest red patterns.  Even splatters of blood decorated her exposed skin, she gave her captives a small smile, before humming a small lullaby.
“Shh... don’t cry little one” she cooed to the youngest child. Barely one, and she was justly irritated. Pulling the small child’s binding, she brought her up and held her on her lap.  The babe looked up at her, her eyes wide as she leaned against Isabelle and started sucking her thumb.  “No crying, it will be all over soon dear heart” Isabelle cooed.
“Get your paws off my daughter you demon” the mother spat, working over her fear to a rage. 
“Shut up you, whore of a dog” Isabelle snapped at the lady, nay, the former lady of the manor.  Shifting her body she rocked the little babe in her arms, with a smile. The child was so innocent, so perfect. That instant Isabelle wanted her for herself, the child would be her own. 
“Listen you daughter of a demon’s whore” The woman began standing up, “I want you to keep your blood filled hands off my daughter...if you don’t i swe...” Her tirade was cut off as two throwing knives made their way to her stomach. Isabelle’s hair, was down, her pig tails gone the instant she used the throwing knives. Placing the babe down, she skipped over to the bleeding woman, her hair flying in the wind that she created.  Taking out Onyx, she knelt over the body of the woman. She looked up at Isabelle in a mixture of fear and disgust which then turned into pain as the poisonous blade cut open her torso below her beating heart.  Sticking her hand into the woman’s body, she ripped out the still beating heart and held it in front of the family and the lady as she dies.
“Next one to step out of place, this will happen to you okays!” She laughed with pure glee as she then set the heat in the middle of the family, before stepping on it, as she headed back to the baby girl she left.
    Picking up the child she turned to the family and sat down properly like a lady.
“you have until my sister and brother come out, talk, converse, only one is going to live”  She sang out while playing with the child on her lap.

teaser

    Morcant was pacing in the study, waiting for his sisters to bring news. vilhelmina came running into the study and hugged him tightly.
“I have information about Ana”  She said breathlessly.
Morcant became ridged, he was alert and ready for information.
“Where is Anakah”? He asked his voice tight.
A waith floated in the room in moved out the shadows, and bowed.
 “Miss and Sir, Mistress told me to tell you to get ready, she’s on her way. The Avolition family has her, and the slavers sold her as a doll.” With that, the waith faded away.
    Isabelle appeared in the study and quickly barked at them to start getting ready. Isabelle’s eyes seemed darker, her face was cold, impassive.  She moved quickly to her workroom and changed into a white fighting dress. White, so the blood splatter could be clearly seen. The dress was made of a strong yet light fabric, the skirt reached mid thigh, held out by voluminous petticoats. The top was brasserie like, and tied, behind her neck and back, leaving her arms free.  two peices fabric, no bigger than her index finger crossed her stomach and  back  before attaching to the skirt.  Taking Amethyst off her stand, Isabelle strapped the sword to her back, and brought her hair to hand over her shoulders. Slipping up the lacy thigh highs, and tied on the dancer’s slippers, she had her twin daggers strapped to her legs, with in reach, and two back up throwing darts holding her ponytails up.  
Vihelmina Rocane, elder sister of Isabelle  Leigh and Morcant Christopher, was itching for a fight. She would kill and kill, the people who took and brought the girl she started to love as a sister. Her wild hair, was out of it’s customary ponytail in full force, she was dressed in black, all black. Her eye shadow was grey, and she wore tight form fighting pants.  They were flexible, and strong enough to handle the stress.  She had a knife strapped to her thigh, and the insides of the black high heeled boots.  She had a quiver full of gnore fletched arrows slung across her back.  She wore a tight fitting shirt, her face a cold mask. Her eyes, were like burning coal, and although she perfered her arrows as the weapon of choice, she wrapped a chain around her waist, that could be used in a multitude of ways.  Picking the long black cloak of the stand, she placed it on, pulling the hood up to cover her weapons and to conceal her face. Slipping on the black gloves, she declared herself ready. The information needed about the family and estates were already in the planning room, she had to thank the underground one of these days. The information that they gave was completely accurate and they delivered quick. Glancing in the mirror as she left her room, she nodded slightly to herself, she truly looked like Death.
    Morcant was waiting, he had Exotath strapped to his side. Unlike his sisters, he wore a pair of loose pants black pants, that were tight fitting around the ankle, and was shirtless... He wanted nothing to get in his way when they finally got Anakah back home.  He saw Vihelmina enter first, and handed him the information about the people who brought Anakah.  He did not see his younger sister enter the room, he felt her place a cloak on him and fastening the white tie underneath his chin, he looked at her.
“We don’t know how we will find her, this is just in case” Isabelle spoke softly before turning to her sister.  “where are we going first? the slavers or to get Anakah?”
“Anakah, I think, should be first. We can go for the slavers later, at a more proper time” Vihelmina spoke her thoughts out loud. Her fingers tapped her nose, her gloved fingers glistened, the tips were coated in poison, they could incapiate or kill when needed, her little pet project.
“I concur, we should go save my bride to be. then you, dear sister Isabelle, and you dear sister Vilma, can ruin the slavers that took my bride away.” Morcant spoke in a low dangerous voice. His fingers fingering the jeweled and gilded hilt of his sword, which hummed in anticipation of blood shed.

those who are reading my story

i'll post pictures of Exoath and his mate for you

i have a secert

love of the LION KING, BEST MOVIE EVER.. a true classic disney can never do better

self harm

a synopsis of self harm by Miss Tia Monèt

   
The Hidden World
    The hidden world of self-harm among teenagers and young adults in the United States of America is considered a stigma in most communities.  The thought of a person deliberately taking a sharp object either a razor or some type of blade or even a piece of broken glass and cutting the skin deep enough to watch the blood come out, yet not enough to kill themselves is to some people rather uncomfortable for most people to handle. Although not always a symptom of a psychological personality disorder, such as paranoid personality disorder, border line personality, self-defeating personality, or even just an uncommon way to handle all the stress and pressures of life in a quiet way without having a big breaking down completely. 
    For a rather long time, people who cut were thought suicidal, and in some cases they are still considered to be a bit suicidal and with fanatical parents, the children are sent away to asylums or such places to be forced out of the habit. How ever although cutting is one of the more popular forms of self harm, there are other types such as self-burning, hair pulling, and imbedding foreign  objects into the skin.
   
    As a way of dealing with stress, self-harm can be considered a very unhealthy choice, as cutting can be addictive and hard to stop. Cutting does provide relief, temporarily, as it sometimes shows scars after the skin is healed, it serves as a reminder not to be around the stressor again or the self-harm may happen again. When it is hard to remove oneself from the stressor, the person may cut again to deal with the surmounting pressure, in which as the act is repeated, the addiction to cutting grows.  The best way to deal with stress cutting is to either find a safer, healthier way to deal

with stress within the person’s comfort zone. One’s person way of ‘talking it out’ may seem to extreme for a cutter to even consider. Most cutters are very introverted, private people , so airing ‘dirty laundry’ seem shameful and embarrassing for them.  The best way for self-harmers to deal with stressors is to have a place to themselves, away from everyone to either write their feelings down in a journal or work out.  Even confiding in a close friend can also mellow out the urge to cut, and soon the urge will almost be non-existent although always there.  The stress self-harmer, would need a support group among close friends, or maybe a stranger who would have an un-biased view on things to help the person slow down the urge to stopping completely. However, judging the person and labeling them a ‘freak’ or ‘crazy’ would send the person in the complete opposite direction, and possibly increase the cutting or self harm to the point of injury and suicide.
    With the personality disorders, the self harmers may exhibit other symptoms, of what ever disorder they may have. Such as extreme mood swings, form manic depression to rage, to fear, to extreme elation. As most people on the outside do not understand personality disorders, it would be best to go to an understanding therapist, and let him or her help the self-harmer while helping the person deal with their psychological personality disorder. The people who have the disorders should not be judged nor patronized but treated like everybody else.

    Although cutting, and self harm in general is almost a hidden epidemic, there are people around, in work places, in class rooms who self-harm with everyone else none the wiser. The endorphins are addictive, especially during stress, anger and when things overwhelm a person. Cutting in a way of getting back in control, of having one area of your life completely yours. You control how deep the cut is, how much blood releases, how many times, the scars. Everything is under control for that one moment in time, when a person decides to self-harm. The light airy feeling, which is what a person wants, and to many people it is safer than drugs or anything else because its done to the body. I understand this subject quite well, because I, my self, when i was younger used to be a cutter, a self harmer and I also had friends self-harm.  So its is an epidemic, but it can be helped and stopped. Controlled and as the person ages, the need to cut fades away, and it is used as a very last resort.

ramblings

I love music, its so pretty and floaty, helps me think, stay awake and sleep. totally brilliant combination <3
I love the Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess, it's an awesome beyond awesome game <3
Favorite show, bones and gilmore girls, and law and order SVU, also a bit of Dr. Quinn, oh Xena too

Watching Gilmore Girls

from the very beginning, its soo super cool

The day of blood

today we celebrate the beginning of the destruction of the native american culture in the united states, how wonderful. we will celebrate by gouging our selves and its quite disgusting.  I shall update later with a full rant love,
Miss Tia Monèt

update

5 minutes till next update

Stanford prison study

insane, unethical, but important. alas we can not repeat the expirment, i am glad however that there was video documentation on it, seemed almost too extreme, to be real its the lucifer effect.  yet from that they learnt how to coax people out of their shyness, even if the are terribly shy like Miss Jessie Bear and Miss Tia Monet

Update today

5 Minutes till the new update of the story draft page, the focus in on the loma family

the gorverment

is going crazy, i swear we are moving to socialism, not staying republican. whats next after censorship, ids imbedded in you? ugh they are morons that run this country, i swear. alas, we are the only  1st world country that doesnt have national healthcare, its stupid, and im done my rant

Stop Censorship

update

new update coming up in about 5 minutes.

The Girl Next Door

maybe i'll admit, i'm a little bitter, everybody loves her, i just want to hit her... i'm just the girl next

Epic Wish

The 11:11 wish on 11-11-11 was totally epic beyond epic, I hope it does come true. It would be so awesome...

not flirting

I swear im going to get both of the silly girls, saying that I was flirting. Ha! pouncing, tickling, swimming and anything else that happened is not flirting. hehe Miss Tia Monèt is going to get Miss Renee and Miss Danni and Miss Jessie Bear will help I bet

New draft post

later today, 2000 more words for your reading pleasure. Responses are quite welcome and motivates me quite happily

i write like...

I write like
Anne Rice

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just friends

monsuir dragon and u are friends and shall remain friends or my name is Miss Tia Monèt, on the bad news, my phone isnt working. im gonna cry

breeding geniuses?

Okay, so theirs sperm banks that lets people choose to use the sperm of geniuses. Which is quite different.  Is it like breeding dogs? Not sure, its a choice of a women who doesnt want to deal with males to have a genius kid in my opinion. Its like a regular sperm bank but theres a chance to have a genius child then a normal child.

Additions to the...

...story draft page tomorrow, it will be about 1,000 new words. Be happy, its turning a bit dark though but i am enjoying it

Shalom

I'm in such a silly girl, im listening to national anthems from around the world. God save the Queen is my favorite

Morgy approves

its rare that someone has his approval but it has happened! and i am so happy, so now i can fall without any restraints holding me back. woo-hoo! now off to my lovely exam, thank heavens i can use my notes
Edit: Miss Tia Monet passed with a 94 out of 100 shes pretty happy. She could dance like a manic and in celebration she is going to do something crazy 

oi

happy happy Halloween!!!

Heads up

I'm adding to my draft tonight darling's

Wish me luck

Off to a Job interview.... yikes. i have on my lucky eyeshadow with glitter...

edit: I think it went well I hope I get the job I really do it seems so fun to work there

Lizze Borden

Lizzie Borden had an axe, she gave her mother 40 whacks, when she saw what she had done, she gave her father 41
Miss Lizzie was crazy, yet rumor has it that her father made her that way, but hurting her in the worst way possible...  Still an unsolved murder, and now you can visit it, a total bed and breakfast.  Who really killed the two parents of the Bordens... hmm... mystery.

The sorting hat says that I belong in Slytherinr!

Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."

Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power. Important members include Draco Malfoy (Harry's nemesis), Professor Severus Snape (head of Slytherin), and Lord Voldemort.

 
 



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rambilings

I'm such a silly girl, alas I have several phone calls to make tomorrow around 10 in the morning. I had class, so thankfully I couldn't call. I hate my phone voice, but hopefully it will be enough! best of luck to me, to me. I'm being silly. and the time on here is rather wrong... Oh well..
However more importantly, I am more centered right now than ever before, and I have a lovely topic for my research essay paper... alright being rather silly now... I'll post the first chapter of  my story later today.

Follow ups

Tomorrow, tomorrow... i shall call target, gap and j.jills tomorrow, i just have no clue what to say. Im terriblely shy on the phone, I dont know why... Hopefully I will not stutter or sound like a complete idiot. my fingers are crossed

So many things so little time

Tia here,
I've been busy, im finally carrying an A whoo hoo. I am thinking about doing my psych paper on Bellatrix Lestrange she is perfect, and it would be fun. Ah oh wells. Back to studying....ignoring a mini cruush I have

Mini Break

I'm on the job hunt today, after class. Wish me luck...hopefully I can get one at Barnes &Nobles,  I love that place, plus discounts on the books!! golly day.
Anyways, mini break is almost over, and I shall be off again my darlings.

<3

First Post

Being of rather sane mind, I shall start a blog. Not that I will update it faithfully, as I wish to do well in school to be a social worker. It doesn't pay awesome, but I can do what I love. I also want to find a job soon and work, because I do enjoy shopping. So without further ado, welcome to my blog. The blog of Tia Monet, the real me