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 Im seventeen years old and I started writing when I was about 5, and i've been writing ever since (much better now then when I was 5). Both my mom and aunt are published writers, so I guess you could say its in my blood. I love writing horror, fantasy, and sometimes mystery. I have been told I have the power to suck people into my writing, so now im ready to get other peoples feedback.
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Mesa
State/Country: az
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
 Porcelain
By: K. Delaine
She was never considered “normal”, yet little Emily led a very “normal” life. For being five years old she had very good grades in school, the highest in her class. She lived with her mom and dad who loved her very much. She was very quiet for her age, she never cried and very rarely talked. She loved stuffed animals and drawing, going outside and going shopping with her dad. Her parents never had any reason to worry about her or to think there was anything wrong. Her parents still don’t know how things went so wrong. Could there have been anything they could have done? Was everything their fault? Should they have known? These questions burned at their mind every time they thought about it. They are still clueless of when it all started. But they think it might have been when Emily got her mothers gift.
It was a cold December day, the last day of school before winter break. Emily’s dad picked her up from school, as he always did. When they got home her mother was waiting for them with a big, pale blue box, with white lace tied in a bow, in her arms.
“Surprise!” her mother shouted. “I have a gift for you.”
Emily quietly smiled and took the box. She sat in the middle of the living room floor and began to open it. Her eyes got wide and began to tremble as she opened the lid, not out of excitement, but out of fear. Inside the box laid a porcelain doll. It had a pale blue dress and hat that matched the paper the box was wrapped in. It also had curly, bright red hair and little white shoes. The doll’s perfect porcelain face was horribly pale, she had blood red lips that matched her hair and light, almost white, blue eyes that made her look dead. Emily turned to her dad with her pleading blue eyes. He knew very well she hated porcelain dolls; her mother on the other hand seemed not to know.
“Be nice,” he whispered to her, so her mother wouldn't notice.
Reluctantly, Emily looked up at her mom. “I love it,” she said, trying to make her lie convincing.
“I knew you would,” her mother said happily. She then turned and left the room. As soon as she was out of sight Emily threw the box on the couch next to her dad.
“I don’t want it!”
“Emmy, your mother got it for you. She would be crushed if you didn’t at least put her in your room.”
“NO! Not in my room!” she begged.
“Emmy, please. At least until your mother forgets about her. Then I’ll let you hide it.” He could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t like that idea either. “You don’t want to hurt her feelings do you?” he added.
Emily sighed in defeat. “No” she mumbled as she carefully picked up the box and took it to her room. She shoved the lid back on it angrily and pushed it under her bed. Later that night, after the family had dinner, she walked back to her room. She got ready for bed then sat in front of her mirror, brushing her long red hair, as she always did. She took her time, gently brushing every strand of hair so it wouldn’t get tangled in her sleep. Suddenly, she saw a face in the mirror, a pale, white face with blood red lips and almost white eyes. It was the porcelain doll, sitting on her dresser. Emily screamed! She sat there frozen, unable to move or to take her eyes off of the little dolls perfect features. To her the little doll’s lips looked as if she was about to speak, yet her eyes still looked lifeless. Her hair and dress looked flawless, as if it never was pushed under the bed. My mom did it, Emily thought, she came in my room and put her there. After coming to that conclusion she persuaded herself to stand up. Slowly, she crossed the room and picked the doll up with shaking hands. It almost seemed to her as if the doll was warm and for a second she thought she might of felt the little dolls chest move, as if she were breathing. Terrified to even think of that, she threw the little porcelain doll into the closet and slammed the door, locking her in the dark. About a week went by and Emily forgot all about the little porcelain doll. The poor little thing lay abandoned on the closet floor. Emily was perfectly happy to forget all about her.
It was a normal day, a few days before the end of winter break. Emily had spent the day with her dad while her mother was at work. When her mother got home they ate dinner together, as they usually did. After dinner Emily went to her room and got ready for bed. She put on her favorite pale blue nightgown then went to sit at her mirror. That morning her mother had braided her hair. When she took her hair out of the braid and brushed it she couldn’t believe how curly it was. While she brushed it she couldn’t help but be reminded of the little porcelain doll’s hair. She shuddered at the thought and tried to push it from her mind. When she was done she turned out her lights and went to bed.
Half way through the night her eyes suddenly popped open, she sat straight up in bed, gasping for air. Her heart beat was racing and her skin was tingling uncomfortably. She couldn’t find a real reason for why she was suddenly awake, except for a strange feeling that was dripping though her system. She couldn’t help but feel as if eyes were on here, watching her. She scanned the room, not really knowing what she was looking for, perhaps a reason for her sudden awakening. Her face turned white and her air was cut off from her lungs as her eyes fell upon a perfect porcelain face at the foot of her bed. She started shaking uncontrolably and bit her lip, trying not to scream.
On the other side of the house Emily’s parents awoke by a blood chilling scream. They quickly got up and ran to her room. As they reached the bedroom door the screaming stopped. Once inside the room their jaws dropped, it was clear that they were too late. Their little girl lay alone on her bed in her pretty, pale blue nightgown, her hair was bright and curly, from just being brushed, her lips were red with blood from bitting them throuh, her blue eyes were drained of color and looked lifeless. Her skin was cold as porcelain.
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 Good bye, my love
By: K. Delaine
She smiled to herself as she picked up her sexy red lipstick. She saved this color only for special occasions. The last time she wore it was on her first date with her husband. Just like back then she was going out with him, but now it was their third year anniversary. She had very important news for her husband and she wanted to look the same way she did when they first fell in love. She put down the lipstick and smiled again as she pictured what his reaction might be. Excitement bubbled inside of her; she felt the same way as when they first kissed. Lifting her hand to mess with her hair again she suddenly heard the bedroom door slowly creak. She jumped and spun around. Mark entered the room, smiling; a dozen roses in his hand.
“Happy anniversary, my sweet Valerie,” he said, “you ready to go?”
She looked up at him cheerfully, almost glowing. He never ceased to amaze her. “Just a minute,” she replied.
“I’ll be waiting in the car,” he whispered as his arms wrapped around her shoulders and he gentle kissed her check. He then turned and left the room. After she gathered her purse and jacket she made her way downstairs and to the car. When they arrived to the restaurant the waiter quickly seated them and handed them their menus. Before Mark sat down in his seat he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his car keys and cell phone placing them on the table. “I need to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back,” he said.
Valerie sat there unable to sit still. She was messing with the silverware, a lining them differently when she felt the table vibrate. She looked up and found that it was Marks cell phone going off. She quickly snatched it, flipping it open and began reading the text message he had just received. Her eyes began to water as she slowly closed the phone. She set it down and placed her hand gently on her stomach. As she sat there she looked down and noticed her beautiful wedding ring sparkling on her long finger. A tear drop began to stream down her face. Just then Mark walked back to the table and sat down.
“So, do you know what you want?” he asked her.
“Do you know what you want,” she replied sourly as she looked up at Marks face. He was surprised to find a river of tears was now running down her pale skin.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, completely shocked. She sat there for a second shaking her head, still in shock from what she just read. Valerie suddenly stood up and walked out of the restaurant. Mark quickly ran after her. She climbed in to the car and slammed the door.
“What was that about?” he asked as he got in the car too.
“Are you cheating on me?” she asked him. Mark sat there speechless. “You are aren’t you?” she yelled. He sat back in his seat and started the car.
“Yes,” he whispered, as he backed out of the parking lot.
“What’s her name?” she asked him bitterly, anger and confusion filling her mind. Mark gave her a questioning glance.
“Jessica,” he finally said. Valerie glared out her window; a new set of tears ran down her face now. Hearing him say her name made it all so real some how. She couldn’t believe that her Mark had done something like this. Her Mark, the one who vowed to love her until death tore them apart. She felt sick; she wrapped her shaking arms around her waist in attempt to keep herself together.
“Why?” she said, breaking the icy silence.
“Valerie, sweetie, look I’m sorry,” he pleaded.
“Why!?” she sobbed. “Why would you do something like this?”
“I don’t know…” he replied.
“No! Don’t tell me that! I have a right to know,” she cried. He began to say something else but she instantly threw her hands to her ears to cover them. Every word he said sent pain through her body, she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m pregnant!” she screamed. Mark looked at her, shock flooded his eyes.
“Your… no…” he stammered. Valerie grabbed her purse and pulled something out of it. She held it up for him to see. It was a sonogram. Below the picture was written the name Elizabeth.
“It’s a girl,” she whispered.
“Elizabeth,” he repeated breathlessly. “The name we picked out…” Tears now began to form in his eyes. He couldn’t tare his eyes away from the picture; he never saw the light in front of him change red. A large, black SUV smashed into the right side of them, the passenger side. Moments later Mark opened his eyes. All he could see were lights all around him. Pain shot down his legs as he stood up. Clumsily he walked around the car to where Valerie was. The impact of the crash had thrown her. He fell on his knees beside her, “Valerie, are you alright? Valerie… no, please answer me. I’m so sorry…”
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes were lights. As she slowly regained consciousness she realized she was in a hospital room. She could hear the repetitive beeping of the heart monitor and she could feel the IV’s in her arm. She jumped as she realized she wasn’t alone. A nurse was beside her, busily working with some piece of equipment.
“Oh, hello dear,” she said, finally noticing she was awake. “How do you feel?”
“Fine,” Valerie replied quietly.
“You just got out of surgery,” the nurse informed her, “fortunately the doctor was able to save your leg. But… I’m so sorry dear; he wasn’t able to save the baby.” Valerie stared at her, unable to think of anything to say, she just nodded.
“The doctor will be in shortly to see how you are doing. Do you need anything?”
“No,” she responded. With that the nurse turned and left the room. As soon as she was out of sight Valerie broke down. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Tears began to fall from her eyes again. Just then something caught her eye, she looked up. Mark was standing in the door way. He just stood there with a remorseful look on his face. A single tear streamed down his face. He suddenly turned and walked away, without saying a word.
Valerie sighed, “Good bye, my love.” She whispered.
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