*Part 13* *When We Met, Hell and Heaven Collided*

Roses and Writings

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Alright guys, so, I have an annocument. This year I’m doing NaNoWriMo (Nation Novel Writing Month) and for those of you who know what that entails, you’ll understand how I will actually die and will not have the energy to rise from the dead. So… Not sure how I’ll often I’ll be able to post… So that means… We might have to take a month off of these story. I’m really sorry but that’s just how it’s going to have to be I think. I will try to squeeze one or two parts of the story in but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to. However, I think I have some other post ideas so maybe I’ll do those. Anyway, have fun reading this next post!

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If you’re new, here are the other posts. OneTwoThreeFourFiveSixSevenEightNineTen, Eleven , Twelve

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For a second I was scared, a scream bubbled up and it started to leap out of my throat but it turned into a squeal. A squeal because suddenly there were three tongues licking me and a set of paws pushing me down to the floor. I could barely hear Erlik yelling at the three headed dog because if a head wasn’t licking me, it was barking.

“Stop!” Erlik pulled at the ruff of the dog’s neck and looks at me, eyes wide. “It’s never done that before…”

“It?” I asked with a frown. “Does it have a gender?”

“I don’t know,” He was staring at me, like really intensely. It was driving me insane and I stopped making eye contact. He helped me up but still held the dogs. They sniffed me, pushing their noses into my palms.

“You don’t know?” I raised my brows, how does he not know?

“I never checked. Geez, calm down.” He sighed, “Technically it’s a girl but I think the middle head is a male.”

“Weird…” I pet the dog then turned to him. He stopped staring, thank the heavens. But he still looked confused.

“How are you here?” He murmured, peering at me those deep dark eyes that had to end one of these days.

“Jumped into the pit,” I said, “Smart huh?”

“No,” He shook his head, “No, no, no, no. This is really, really bad.”

“It can’t be that bad, I mean where are we?” I looked around. It was dark except for a soft red light that seemed to just fill the air without a source. It was really warm though, which is nice. It felt likes a blanket that just came out of the dryer.

“Hell. You are literally in hell,” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a soft groan.

“Wait really?” I looked around again, “Isn’t hell supposed to be awful with dogs guarding the gates to eternal suffering or whatever?”

“Dogs,” He pointed to the three headed pup that he’s holding. It’s not scary though? Just a mutated dog? “And the gates of eternal suffering are a little down that way. Mostly for decoration though. But that doesn’t matter, what’s matters is why you’re here.”

“I didn’t want to lose you… Also, I had no clue you lived somewhere so cool.” I looked around again, it really is warm. The kind of warm that buries under your skin and stays with you for a while. Was this what he was so scared of all the time? Coming back here? And if this was really “hell” like he said it was, wouldn’t it be so much worse? This just seemed a little creepy.

“This is not cool,” He looks irritated, “You can’t leave. Well, maybe, I might have a way. It’s risky though. But your mother is probably going to want you back home and anyway, you can’t stay down here.”

“Okay, first of all,” I sigh, “You don’t get to decide for me. Second of all. My mother isn’t going to know I’ve been missing, I’ve only been gone a few hours so I can go back up once it’s time for dinner. Third of all, calm down.”

“Everything you just said was wrong,” Erlik murmured, he pulled his collar up higher. “First of all, I get to decide, I’m the decider in hell and you’re just going to have to deal. Second of all, you’re mother will definitely know you’re gone. Dying takes at least two days if not more, so she’ll have noticed by now.”

“Wait.” I stopped him. “What do you mean dying?”

“Well you jumped in the pit right?”

“Right. But, I didn’t feel any pain or-“

“You don’t, not if you jump into the pit. It’s just a gateway for me, humans aren’t supposed to go through it.”

“So what you’re saying. Is that, I’m dead… And you are too?”



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WELL, the next time I’ll see you, I’ll be drowning in words and pages. Yay… Wish me luck!!



*Part Eight* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

Hey guys! Sorry I missed Friday’s post but I was crazy busy school and what not. I hope you guys had a wonderful weekend!! 

If you haven’t read any of the other parts, please read parts, onetwothreefourfivesix and seven

Please enjoy and comment below on your thoughts!!

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“So,” She asked, running a finger through her hair, it caught on a tangle. She teared  through it, making me wince. Doesn’t that hurt?

“So what?” I repeated, watching her hair closely. Gosh, it was gorgeous. Varying hues and lengths and millions of petals in it. Small braids were nestled in the long locks, gentle waves consistent until the very end, where it was straight. It caught the sunlight so perfectly that I almost didn’t mind sitting in the forest.

She had asked to come here instead the coffee shop, said she had gotten bored of people watching. I had agreed, but it had been reluctant. I hated beginning so close to the opening. It was an ugly reminder. An ugly reminder of what I hadn’t quite escaped. Wet I never would escape.

“So, you never told me where you’re from,” She shrugged, she tore through another knot and I winced again.

“Why would today be any different?” I asked, studying the sky. There were large clouds in the sky, framing small pieces of blue that looked like sapphire jewels. The clouds were dark and brooding, looming over us with a promise. A promise that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

“Cause we’re not in the coffee shop,” she teared more aggressively through her hair as she talked. “And I don’t know… You know me now. Like really well. And I want to know you. So I think it’s only fair.”

“I can’t tell you,” I mumbled, my fingers buried themselves in the long grass. The blades tickled my knuckles. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Can’t or won’t Erlik?” She leaned against the tree, her small frame pushed in-between the roots. I watched her for a few seconds longer than I should’ve. She was a goddess. It was that simple. I could stare at her profile for hours. The reason I didn’t let her see my notes was because half of them were sketches or sentences about her. Well, one of the reasons. About her lips and how they had teeth imprints on them because she bit them when she was feeling the least bit confused or nervous. About the freckles on her upper arm. About the veins on her hands. About every detail I could capture. I wrote them because I knew. I knew that I would have to go back soon and I wouldn’t have her at all. Just her memory.

“Aren’t they the same thing?” I asked. She shook her head.

“No, they’re-“

A single howl cut her off. A bone chilling howl that made my hands reach up for my ears. I took a deep breath and got up.

“I have to go.” I said suddenly. She looked at me with a scowl.

“Just cause we’re talking about something you don’t like-“ A second howl cut her off. I shuddered. Didn’t she hear them?

“I really have to go,” I mumbled. I walked away faster, my collar up around my ears, hand in pockets. I start running, I had to get away from her before-

The third howl rang throughout the trees. I looked behind me and my breath left me when I realized I was hidden from view. The pull at the back of my neck yanks my spine hard. And I know I’m gone again. I know I’m over there.

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*Part Five* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings


This is so late I’m so sorry guys. But here it is and please enjoy!!!

If you’re new, please read parts,



Three, and


Otherwise, this will probably make no sense by itself. Hope you guys like it!!


I had just gotten back. I had started thinking about her again. I hadn’t been thinking about her when I was over there. Well, I had, but in a different way. Over there had a way of making everything seem different and darker. Thinking of her in that place would make her seem much different than she was. She wouldn’t like it over there. At least, I don’t think so, no one liked it over there. But that is where I lived.

I had just gotten back when I had heard her scream. I was still partly over there when I had grabbed her sleeve and pulled her from harm. She turned quickly and her brows rose as she recognized me.

“You?” She panted, her breath still returning to her.

“Let’s not go down there alright?” I said, my voice hushed. I looked around the forest, it felt like something was lurking nearby.

“Where have you been?” She asked. I grabbed her sleeve again and started walking away from the gaping hole of the earth. It’s darkness was leaking from itself and spilling into the forest. It’s intoxicating promise was hanging in the air. I wanted to wave it away, to cut through the thickness of its poison. But I knew that wouldn’t help.

“Been looking for me have you?” I murmured, smirking a little.

“No. Maybe. Well. Yea, maybe I have been.” She huffed, her jaw setting.

“Probably shouldn’t be doing that,” I shrugged, still holding her sleeve as we walked through the forest. My chest felt tight as the trees loomed over me.

“Why not?” She yanks her arm away. She looks offended, or maybe, hurt.

“Because it’s not safe to be looking for me,” We were almost to the end of the forest but she stopped. She crossed her arms as she raised her nose defiantly.

“You know what?” Her voice was harsh and my upper lip twitched with annoyance.

“What?” I asked, I had stopped too. The forest was definitely growing smaller, compressing itself upon me.

“I thought you were different,” She sighed.

“I thought you were too,” I retorted, a little too sharply. She just stands there for a second, her brow furrowed.

“I thought you wouldn’t be one of those dark and moody guys. I thought you were…” She grasped for the word and didn’t find it. I answered before she could say anything else.

“And I thought you weren’t the kind’ve girl who would get angry about every little thing. I thought you wouldn’t be a petty little…” I just waved the sentence away as I matched her tone and she bit her lip at my words. “First impressions are never correct.”

“Yea well, yours was amazing, I thought you were perfect.” She didn’t look mad anymore, just disappointed.

“Yours was lovely as well,” I shrugged, “I thought you were the…”

I didn’t say anything else, she was walking closer to me. She didn’t need to hear that sentence finished anyway. I had thought she was the answer to my problem. She edged closer and looked up at me. She was barely half a foot away, closer than needed. I could see every freckle that perched upon her sun kissed cheeks. I could see every flower petal had was lost in her long hair.

“Do you think I could make a second impression?” She said softly, thick brows still twisted with confusion, lips in a similar form.

“Sure,” I answered, taking half a step away from her, it’s too close for comfort. “If I’m allowed to do the same?”

*Part Four* *Soft Petals and Furious Scribblings*

Roses and Writings

Hey guys! Part Four is here!! For all of you guys actually waiting for it haha. I hope you enjoy!!


For you new people, read part onetwo and three before reading this.


He hadn’t been at the coffee shop all week. He hadn’t been anywhere all week. It was driving me insane. I had asked everyone I knew and no one seemed to know exactly who I was talking about. I was beginning to think I had made it all up. Maybe it had been a dream. No, no, it couldn’t have been a dream. He was… too real. I couldn’t have dreamed up the little imperfections of his face. I couldn’t dream up the slope of his nose or the dark circles under his eyes. I wasn’t smart enough to dream up something like that.

Gosh, I sounded like romance book.

I didn’t know where else to look for him. My town was small, there was really nowhere to hide.

I decided a walk was in order. To think of somewhere that I hadn’t checked yet. I left my house early in the morning, slipping on sandals and making sure the creaky back door didn’t wake up my mother. Then I ran all the way to the forest, which was across the street. No one else liked the forest, say it’s haunted. They’re right, there’s something about it that’s not right. The lighting was always too bright and the birds always singing too loud. The whole forest always stands still, as if waiting. Waiting for what I’m still not sure.

Despite all this, the forest drew me to it. There’s something about the millions of over saturated flowers that makes me walk in the fields of it’s too soft grass. It’s also completely private, not another soul dared to wander out here. It was my own little world.

My feet crunched on old leaves and small twigs and I pulled my shoes off, one by one. My hair hung down to my waist, gathering heat at the base of my neck. I took a deep breath and let the feeling of the too perfect forest spill onto me. I sat on a log and watched a squirrel run across a meadow, its little legs jumping high to clear the grass.

I sat there for a long while, then stood up quickly. I felt the need to walk again, my bare toes hyper aware of the small stones buried beneath the weeds. My fingers extended to pluck a flower and twirl it. I walked slowly, just wandering.

But I wandered for a long while.

And soon I had no clue where I was. The light seemed to be fading from the trees. The color from the flower in my hands seemed to have the color drained out of it. I frowned, my steps slowing until I was standing still. The grass seemed to have a sudden drop off, I walked over to it. My breath was coming in short bursts. What was I so scared of? Nothing was there, I wasn’t in danger.

The grass ended suddenly, just gone. Down below it, I wasn’t sure, I couldn’t see anything.  It was just black as far as I could tell. I crept a little closer to the edge, my toes curling around the edge. I couldn’t find my breath as I looked down, it was so deep, so endless. It reminded me of Erlik’s eyes. I licked my lips and leane forward just slightly, my hair hanging into the abyss.

I felt something to shift under my bare toes.

Before I realized what’s happening. I felt the soft earth drop from underneath me. I let out the beginning of a scream. It’s cut off by a yanking of my arm and tugging of my sweater.

My breath came back to my lungs as I turned to find what grabbed me. My brows furrowed when I see what it is. Who it is.

“You?” I murmured, he dropped my arm.

“Let’s not go down there alright?” Erlik grabed the corner of my sleeve and lead me further from the edge. I nod, frowning at him. There’s something different about him. His face hallower and his hair dishelved. His shoulders sagged and he looked like he was struggling to hold himself up. I frown. Where has he been?

Daises, the Sound of Laughter, Press Flowers, Genuine Compliments, Oversized Sweaters

Hey!! Post number three!! It’s much shorter but it’s by far my favorite out of the three, I hope you enjoy!! 




I hold the flowers in my hand, a cup of soft skin and painted nails, filled with white petals and yellow middles. I let out a breathy laugh, my long lashes sweeping my cheeks. The sun is catching my fair skin, making the small freckles peek out from their hiding spots.

“We should press these,” I murmur.

“If you want to, here,” Kace hands me his text book, “Use this.”

“Are you sure, don’t you need this for school?” He shakes his head and I open the book to the middle. The flowers drop one by one into it, I place them so that they’re flat and then start to close the book.

“Wait,” He says quickly, he grabs one of the flowers and then nods, “Kay, go ahead and close it.”

I do, the crisp pages hiding the delicate blossoms. We’re in his car, driving home form the beach. My toes are still sandy and my hair still salty and wet, it hangs in limp waves. My feet are on the dash and his hands on the wheel and his blue sweater hanging loosely on my skinny frame. The sleeve go long past my arms, it’s big, even for him.

“What are you going to do with that?” I ask, nodding to the flower in his hand.

“Eat it,” He says sarcastically, he pretends to put it in his mouth.

“The heck?” I scoff, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Leave me alone,” He smirks. He slows the car to the side of the road and put his hand under my chin, turning it to him. He places the flower in my hair, behind my ear and grins. “You’re perfect Camo.”

I pull down the mirror and look at myself. Mascara creates little dark smears under my bottom lashes and my hair is sticky and gross, the flower tucked in it. I snort.

“I look awful.”

“Not from my perspective,” he shrugs.

“You’re so sappy,” I curl up in the seat, having the sweater fall over my knees.

“You could just say thank you,” He sighs, starting the car up again.

“Thank you,” I sigh back. His normal tame hair is a mess of curls that his blonde highlights weave through them in a way that makes me reach up my hand and wrap them around my fingers. He glances over at me, his hazel eyes not blinking for a long while. “Eyes on the road.”

“Right,” He shakes his head and looks back to the road, “Sorry.”

“So sappy,” I repeat, staring at him while he continues to glance back at me when the road is empty.