Lauren Hammond

Beauty is only skin deep but evil cuts straight through the soul.

As our kissing progresses, I don__ care that our tryst seems raunchy and wrong. I don__ care that I__ at school, in the boy__ bathroom. I don__ care that to most people this would seem cheap, dirty, and despicable. The only thing I can think about while he kisses me deeper, harder, faster, is that Henry Garner is the plague and the only thing I want him to do is infect me.

I would change the way humans interpreted the word vampire, forever.

A good book will pull you in from the beginning and take you on a journey you'll never forget.

Addy, living one day without you would never be for the best. I want you every minute of every day. Forever. I love you.

He mouths something. Six words. Six words that seem too impossible to be true. Six words that bleed hope into my soul. Six words. __ou__e not crazy. I love you.

Maybe I__ stupid. Maybe I__ just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can__ help but hope that me being different is the one thing in this world that can save him from what he fears the most_Himself.

For a moment, I__ captivated. He__ seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.

Then his lips caress mine. It__ only a brush, but the warmth overheats every part of me. Leaning back, my elbow bumps into the power button on the dryer and the old appliance starts moving. Spinning. Spinning like my head. Like my heart.

Restrictions and writing shouldn't mix. Let your mind be open. Let it be a creative canvas.

It had been along time since I breached the surface of the world above. My parents wouldn__ allow it. So as far as I knew, the survivors that remained were savages. I__ seen a few things before our colony was built and most of the inhabitants left ran wildly through the bare, desert terrain, filth covering them from head to toe, bones protruding their leathery skin, and foam dripping from their mouths in search of one thing_Nourishment.

The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.

You, my dear, are a creature of the night, you are a vampire.

Hello, dinner. It__ me, I__ starving. And I know where you live.

My hands are in his hair and his arms wrap around my waist tighter. I know what Henry does to me. I__ space bound. A rocket about to blast off. And I want Henry to send me to the moon.