Hally757 1.6

"No! No! Stop! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" I wanted to scream and yell out for someone to hear and help me and to stop this horrible thing that was grabbing me with its claws, but the sound that came out was just above a whisper. My mind drifts once again this time back to that cold November night on Berkly St., Maine. The leaves from the maple trees swarmed into view and I hear children's shrieks of laughter. I could almost smell the fresh, crisp air rippling around me. It's very blurry at first; I can hardly make out what everything was. I hear a small frightened child's voice with her hand reaching out and calling "Daddy...Daddy...Daddy..." The voice says the same thing over and over and over. scences change and suddenly it's gone. Taking me back rapidly in time. It goes back to when I had just turned three...before all the trouble started. Things are gradually getting familiar. The day when dad left. We are all standing on the doorstep. I'm clinging onto mom's dress fearfully. It's a habit I picked up whenever I was scared or worried. One small hand molded snugly in her big one. My head leaning against her body. The wind blows on and on and mom reaches down to where I am and puts her hand on my back to stop my shaking. The sky overhead is bleary, gray and dark, literally the color of my life an emphasizing our moods. Nothing was happy anymore then. Of course we were happy sometimes but the real peace and forever joy our family once had was gone. Where had it all gone I wonder. All night I rack my brain trying to figure out the answer to this horrible life we live, but as soon as I got close to anything something pushed me away only making me farther and farther away from the truth.

Hally757 1.4

Coming at a fast pace I could see a big burly man approaching. I jumped on my mother's back clinging on for dear life. My life. He yelled something in German I didn't understand-the way he spat the words out with such force and anger shocked me into silence. I watched motionless as he pulled on my sister who was also not about to let go of the thing she loved most. While all the while my mother was on her knees, hands covering her face and shaking with tears and being rocked by me and my sister holding on tight. Surged on by a new energy of fear my sister let go of her fierce grip and broke into a mad run for one of the buildings-any building. Another man let go of his dogs and they immediately went for barking angrily. But the man who with one hard pull grabbed me and also went after my sister and was holding me under his arm like a rag doll dropped me. Leaving me to hit the ground hard. He was still yelling his fowl and hateful words. It was a cold night and the parking space lights glared everywhere. My sister ran around holding out perfect until she ran out of space-then in a split second decision raced across a busy street. Cars whizzing past. Mother screamed and she saw it just in time-shrill and high lingering in the air as there was silence. Cars swerved and screeched-but my sister had fallen. There was dead silence. As we all waited, all except the man coming after her again. His slow footsteps evaded the silence immediately my sisters head jerked up...realizing. Time was ticking. I was breathing hard as I watched to see if she would make it. Slowly she dragged herself up hair flying in her face-smudged and tear stained. "Go! Run!" I shouted as she looked back her eyes searching for me..her other half. Reassured she quickly turned back and went running again-it seemed even faster than before almost as if someone else was in her body willing her to make it. To be the strong one and get help. She ran all the way across the street cars still zooming past looking back once to see the man a good distance behind her dodging cars. Her hair flying in the wind blinding her. An old shed came into view and she ran around it looking for an escape then without thinking thrust herself up onto an unstable ladder each step more dangerous than the last. Halfway up the man following her swung around the corner. She gasped and tried to go up faster but that only made it worse. In an instant he grabbed her off, dropping the ladder to the ground. She was kicking and screaming and pulling at his clothes and banging her fists on his chest. I knew my sister had fought hard to keep my family together. My heart sank as she kept screaming....helpless and he puller her hair and held her up by the neck. I saw nothing as I ran over to him and punched at his stomach and kicked his knees but the feeling that we would never see each other again left me down. There was nothing we could do-my mother who was was in chains tried to stand up when she couldn't stand it any longer. She went over to where the man was holding my sister by the neck was and punched him sqaure in the jaw.

Hally757 1.5

She gasped at the pain and held her breath while blood came spurting out of his nose and pulled her hand back again ready to punch him again when suddenly he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back my mother screaming out in pain as she fell to the ground. He yelled out into the night air in frustration. Our hopes were gone. The man switched to carrying my sister by her shirt making her fall to the ground as he walked with her in her back her shirt bunched in the middle. I was still crying and so was my mother. She cam over to me and tried to comfort me but another man pushed her away until finally the big men came and dragged her away. My sister and I could see the faces in the distance, but I couldn't make out who they were, everything was a blur. Things kept playing over and over in my mind like it was trying to tell me something, something about my long lost father. There was a strange feeling of darkness lurking in the distance that made me want to hide under my pillow or in a corner. I wanted to cry out and Mom would come running and I'd tell her everything bothering me...but I was fourteen now too old for climbing in her bed at night. So unwilling and reluctant I tackled the dream on my own turning over and over, my head in a cloud. In a cold sweat everything blurs again and it comes..movements-jerky movements like a video camera trying to focus. Hours later the dream is still going strong and I'm falling into a dark cloud.Drifting away...the puddle of dreams was now an ocean of terror.

Author Note

Hi guys!
 What do you think of the story so far?
All comments and opinions and suggestions are welcome. Just remember I made this blog geared for younger audiences/middle age children so keep it clean!
I am revamping this story as I go along and editing it so that I can get it published pretty soon. Any ideas you guys have will help with the final product.
 If everything seems dark and bleary right now don't worry it lightens up in the next chapter! :)
happy reading!

Hally757 1.3

Suddenly my mind went blank leaving a white vision lingering. In the distance in the corner I see someone and I knew it could only be her. "Stop it! I won't go. No! I don't want to go with you and you wont take my mommy okay? Mom! Holly!" i screamed for my sister and mom, tears streaming down my face. I refused to anyone take away family even if I was too young to stop it.  They were my heart. What else did I have in this lonely world after my other life was taken from me? I scratched and bit and pulled. Time went pass and I was still going strong. But even though I showed no signs of giving up I soon became weary.

Hally and Holly's mom (Joy)

Hally757 1.2

Kicking and fighting but I don't know why, my long hairs sticking all over my face and neck- damp with sweat. Arms flailing. I'm drowning in a puddle of dreams and desperately trying to block out the whole thing. Fragments, bits and pieces of the dream...everything kept playing in short pieces of nothing, then it would suddenly cut off and start again. Only to leave me further down, down...Over and over. It came like that-remembering things like the color of a shirt, what day it was, the time, lights flashing in the night and face that didn't register into my mind. Instantly as I remembered something it would flash away starting something else. "No! NO! Leave us alone! Leave my mother alone!" I screamed. The sound echoing in my head blocking out everything except that one noise.

Chapter One: [HELP]

 PART I

Noises...footsteps...coming closer..louder...voices...lights...scrambling movements coming from the door a strange and somehow familiar voice I know all too well and fear-the voice of my hurtful past. I struggle to picture a good memory of him to block out all the pain but hurt always washes over me...exactly how everything happened-every little detail and sound. Every single minute of life. Gunshots penetrated my thoughts-the memories were stuck in my head forever. I turned over in my sleep and silently thrashed the covers around the bed every once in a while sliding off and quickly getting up not wanting my mom to hear.

Cast Pictures and info

NOTE: I will post pictures of the characters as they appear in the story,
however this is a sneak peak ;)
I choose pictures based on an idea in my head of what the characters would look like in real life:

Holly and Hally
(Holly on right Hally on left)

Hello Blogging World

I have made some other blogs before...but I always end up changing my mind about them, getting bored, running out of things to say, forgetting my password or all of the above :)
BUT this time!
I actually have something to blog about...STORIES!!!
You should check it out.
BTW.. I wrote this story when I was 10 so be easy will you?
I wrote this story with a younger audience in mind..so bear with me. I love writing and I want to be an author one day. I wrote a lot of stories when I was little and some of those I will be posting are (some with working titles also): 

1. Cassie

2. Arizona and Ashley

3. Candyland

4. Detention

5. Soul

6. J.C.N.T vs. the Calendar Ave. Boys 

So stay stuned! 

The first story I will be posting is called: Hally757 (this is a working title) if you have any suggestions for a title feel free to comment! :D
Along with this story I will try to add in pictures, poems, songs, videos, etc. that I feel go with the story and give you an "inside look" into the story.  
so...enough said here goes...
*The text in BLACK is text that I have added on to make the story longer/expand on and is NOT the original text that I wrote as I said when I was 10 years old. Of course I've fixed the the grammar and spelling but anything in black is new material.

HALLY757

Characters take on life sometimes by luck, but I suspect it is when you can write most entirely out of yourself inside the skin, heart, mind, and soul of a person who is not yourself that a character becomes in his own right another  human being on the page.

                                                   -Eudora Welty

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