iuliana : aprilie 2010

sâmbătă, 24 aprilie 2010

duminică, 11 aprilie 2010

Vampire story - part 15 George is in danger and Roxanne talks like a vampire

"Well, what was it like?" Sasha asked
"Gerald's parents are ok, Richard is a bit hot tempered though" I said "Did you find anything Sash?"
"Yeah, we're on the good truck. With a bit of luck we'll find him in a few days" "Are the others ok?"
"Hm it dipends. Michael was at work last time I checked, I can't manage finding Roxanne, she wouldn't answer the phone."
"I'll call her, she would answer to me" I said.
Sasha sat on the coutch, Gerald went upstairs to the bedroom and I picked up the phone.
"Yes", answered Roxanne.
"Where were you? Sasha called you earlier"
"Oh, I was having shopping with my parents, I had to... I had to hunt something", she answered, but I felt she panicked. Pluss she talked like she was a vampire already... what in the world was that?
"Julia", Sasha cried something terrible is about to happen.
"I'm on the phone, Sash"
"Julie, Julie, George..." Sasha was terrified, Gerald got down so fast that I dropped the phone
"Come Jullie, we have no time, George is in trouble"
"But Roxanne..." I cried, I did not finish my sentece, Gerald had already picked me up and the next minute I was flying back to Gerald's old town.
In the middle of the main street, there were two gangs. I realized in a minute they were vampires. George had no ideea in what danger he was.
He tried to go home, but was cought in the middle of a quarell. The worst it could happen was to become their dinner. The two gans were fighting each other. Gerald and I had to attack and take George away.

sâmbătă, 10 aprilie 2010

Inserare

Everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.