random+paragraphs

I have written a few random paragraphs. Most are pretty well writen. 

I turned my back on the moon. All the night had brought me, or at least this night, the night of the full moon, was pain. He’d rejected me at my most vulnerable. He wanted a stronger woman, somebody strong at every moment of the day and when he’d caught me crying…I didn’t have him to count on anymore. It was horrible to see him turn his back on me, the way I turned my back on the moon tonight. I ran into the darkness, the inky black pulling me in the way it used to, before light had been my decision. I returned to the night, the starless night that had been my home for years. I dove into it and it engulfed me in welcome. The black was pressing in on me. It wasn’t comfortable the way it used to be. I looked for something in the darkness that was different but it was all the same. The same darkness, the same hopelessness, the same emotionless night engulfed me. I knew that the dark should feel like a relief but the longer I stayed in the darkness, the more frightened I became. I got on my hands and knees and climbed out. The moon greeted me in a light that was too much. I flinched out of the moonbeam and hid in the shadows, not touching the light, not quite submersed in dark. I flew through the forest like the angel that I could be if I would embrace the light completely the way I had embraced the darkness before I’d been found in the dark. He’d come with a flashlight and found me, half naked, nothing but the covering the night had provided. I’d been covered in all the places that needed to be covered but no more than that. He’d offered me his hand and I’d flinched away from the kindness in his eyes, not knowing what it was. The darkness had shown me cruelty and pain but it had also taken my emotions and locked them away and made it so that I wouldn’t hurt anymore. Centuries ago, when I was in my natural lifespan, my hair had been so blond and my eyes so blue, that the men stared. I’d held my head high and always been smiling. I fell in love with a man, and he’d shown me love in return. I’d had a cruel sense of humor and had a strong posture that showed my unwavering confidence. I’d caught him cheating on me one night and when I caught them in my bed, our marriage bed, I’d run away to never be seen by anyone in that generation again. The pain was so much that I searched everywhere for relief. I found this forest and it was magic. I knew this the way I knew I couldn’t go back to him. I’d searched for a long while and then I’d found the base of darkness. I’d been afraid of it at first, but then it coaxed me in and I embraced it completely. It had turned my heart to stone and taken my emotions. After five hundred years embracing the darkness, frozen in time and my body frozen in the twenty one years it had been. As I embraced the darkness, each decade had turned my hair darker. Now it was so dark, against my pale skin it looked amazing. My eyes had started to get a black tint to them and with my sky blue eyes it had become this incredible dark blue. It was the color of the night sky. My skin was starting to become dark as well, but then he found me. He pulled me out of the darkness and stared at me. My skin had looked like it wanted to be darker but it was snow white in the moonlight. He’d stared at me and he’d taken me home. I’d embraced the light, the sunlight joyfully. My hair was pitch black and my eyes had astounded him. When I’d come into the sunlight my hair had been so black and my skin so white that the contrast had gotten the attention of everybody in the village. I was still barely dressed and he rushed me to his home. “Hattie!” He’d called to his mistress. She saw me and gasped. She rushed me to a guest room and grabbed a dress. I’d put it on willingly enough. It was a deep rose red. I’d stared at myself in the mirror in shock, my black hair went past my waist now, though my hair had gone barely to my shoulders before. It was still thicker than anybody else’s hair. She’d given me a brush and decided there was too much crap in my hair so she’d sent my to the tub. I’d expected the cool water that the servants had brought me in the thirteen hundreds. The water was warm and I’d relaxed so easily. She came in and saw me relaxing for the first time in five hundred years. My face had been so peaceful she’d started crying. She’d washed my dark hair gently, gazing upon it in shock. I was thin and tall and I’d towered over her when I’d stood up.

I sat by the wall, outside the restaurant, knowing he wasn’t coming. I’d asked him to come, wearing my usual sweatshirt hoody. He had never seen me in anything that showed who I was. I didn’t like being noticed at school for my body. I’m sick of shallow guys doing things like this. The light in the distance had me looking up with hopeful eyes. My hair fell out of the ponytail that was always holding it back. It wipped in my face as the car drove by with guys hooting at me. I hid behind my hair and sobbed. He stood me up, and I’d really wanted to know him. He thought I was joking or he thought I didn’t feel. I was a quiet person in school, but that didn’t meen I dind’t feel it when the popular girls mocked me, or when they pointed and laughed when my hoody was way too big and I couldn’t get my hands out of it. It hurt everyday, but I knew I didn’t want to be seen as a body, an empty shell, instead of a person, with feelings. They saw me and they knew I had a head on my shoulders, but they mocked me for it. If they saw who I really was, they’d be shocked.

 As the waves were peacefully beating against my feet while I waded gently further into the ocean, a shiver ran through my spine. The ocean was cold, as always, but it still offered me comfort. I felt my grievances melting away; as the ocean urged me deeper with small success, it took them with it. I felt peace for the very first time in a very long while. I had been gone for such a long time; I hadn’t even realized how much I had truly missed this ocean. The constant hum of the waves beating against the shore had always been a comforting and soothing sound to my ears. Without this lullaby, I had had so much trouble sleeping, I eventually got these horrid bags under my eyes. Tonight I will finally sleep peacefully again.

=The beauty of this spring day was absolutely amazing. I saw the beautiful spring flowers beginning to burst into bloom. They were all shades of white, pink, blue, and even some shades of green and yellow. I marvel at the beauty of the flowers for a moment, and then I turn my eyes to the sky and trees. The trees are bursting with buds and the sky has just enough clouds covering the sun so that it shines through them with a godlike beauty. The sun rays shine through the clouds so beautifully, it feels like a kind of beauty that only books have ever captured. The clouds are dyed all the shades of pink and orange that you could possibly imagine. The sunrise in the gardens has been, and always will be, my favorite time in the gardens. My wandering eyes then shift to the glowingly bright birds. They flutter around and fly with such confidence, I have always envied their control of the skies. They have more freedom than any person I have ever met. = Oh, my, gosh, I’m going to the Guthrie Theater tonight to see a play. They have awesome restaurants, a beautiful view, and some really cool theaters. We might go to the theater with a Wurtele Thrust stage, or we might go to the McGuire theater. I don’t know yet. Here, I’ll tell you about them. The Wurtele Thrust Theater, as you can tell by the name, has a thrust stage. The seats are all different colors to make it look like there are more people there. The stage comes out into the audience and it is so cool. You’re closer to the actors and it seems and feels so much closer. The ceiling has weird shapes on it and that makes the sound come off of everything easier. Or we might go to the McGuire Theater. The Mcguire Theater is red. Everything in there is red, which makes everything a little stronger or emotional in my view. It is so cool; there are these chain curtains, kinda like the ones on a fire place, bordering the walls. They use red lights to light them up red. It has a Proscenium stage with a big arch. Well, I’m gonna go now. Tell you all about it later.

This house is absolutely beautiful; a little rundown, but beautiful all the same. The price is low enough, but the land surrounding it is in much better shape than the house itself. I wonder how much it would cost to repair it at least enough to live in it. I could probably scrounge up about fifteen hundred dollars before having to work extra shifts and ditching the cable. That diner doesn’t pay me nearly enough to be able to buy this house without some major loans. Well, at least there’s enough in the bank account already to buy this house without any loans, thank God for that! But the garden alone is worth the price of both the house and the yard, and it looks so beautiful. The garden is fit for royalty; I always have treated my little puppy like royalty, shouldn’t be too big a change for him.

There’s another lady looking at the house again. I hope that if she buys it, she’ll still let us play in the garden. She always comes back and looks at this house, but she’ll lose her chance soon. Another lady has been coming back all the time too, and I don’t like the other lady<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. She yells at us when we play in the garden<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. I wish this lady right here would just buy the house<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. Maybe if we’re nice to her she’ll let us keep playing in the garden<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. Oh! There’s Ralph, I better get farther down so he doesn’t see me first<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. I always get caught first and I hate getting caught first at hide and seek<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">.

Now where is that hawk<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">? I hate getting my paws dirty for dinne<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">r. He helped me get yesterday’s dinner, at least what was left after he at<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">e. I’m starving, but this garden normally has tons of rabbits during the spring<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. Hey, there’s a rabbit, I should just get this over with already and attack it<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. As I pounce, it will see me and try to run away, but I’m way too fast for i<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">t. I finally decide to pounce and it is as easy as ever. I am much stronger and faster; it’s all about predator and pray<span style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: yellow;">. Survival of the fittest as usual and it’s terribly tedious.