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BlackJackI can't believe it. My Jack, the one I was betrothed to... the one I loved...with another girl.
A human girl.
Hopping closer to the window, I peer into the shockingly bright room. Where, standing in the middle, is a shockingly bright girl… and my betrothed. Why was he with her, anyway? He doesn't love that girl. He loves me, right? Right?
With a flash of magic, I leave the place, departing the happy scene in which my dark form did not belong.
That girl will die. That girl will die for taking my Jack.
"April!" Jack cries out, leaping towards her limp form, dark against the bright pinks and whites of the kitchen.
He sweeps her up, and shakes her shoulders.
Her eyes flutter open, but only slightly.
"Jack...? Jack, is that you?" Her voice is light and fluttery, as if she has no energy to speak.
He puts his hand against the small of her back, attempting to hold her up.
Her back is warm and...wet. He draw
You could have said the day was beautiful - MiegoMia shouldn't have let him go alone. She knew it wasn't safe.
She'd been spending all day deciding whether to go down to the courts, spy on the conversation, make sure nothing bad happens. With a brisk nod of head, she strode out of her apartment.
She'd looked away for a second, a second.
The red-headed girl was standing over the convulsing man, a devilish grin spread across her features.
Time had stopped her.
Mia couldn't move. The person she loved was dying, right there, right in front of her. But she couldn't move. She couldn't run to him, hold him in her arms, couldn't tell him she was sorry, sorry for not saving him when she could have-
The red head looked up, her big brown eyes staring right into Mias own. Gasping, she ducked down from the window she was peering through.
After what seemed like ages, she looked back up.
The devil girl had gone, leaving a motionless man lying in his own blood and coffee. Swirls of bitter black mixed with the red of blood painting his body w
Elven Tales: Aurora and Chai - Ch 8
Aurora walked briskly up the worn path, leaving a yawning Chai to catch up with her.
"We should be nearing a village soon. We can stay there for a while, before heading off again." He told her, jogging slightly to keep up.
She raised an eyebrow but didn't look at him. "And you know this how..?"
He stretched again. "Because that's where I live when I'm not travelling."
"You mean when you're not wreaking havoc." She corrected, eyebrows knitting together.
He grinned and let out a boisterous laugh before his face turned serious again. "They don't take too kindly to water elves, yanno. They've all had pretty bad experiences with them."
She looked at him then, with her piercing grey-eyed stare. "I can take care of myself."
He raised an eyebrow."Sure you can, sis."
"Well." she stated matter-of-factly. "At least I didn't get knocked into a river by a minotaur in the first, you know, minute of fighting." she shrugged, a smug smile on her face. "But you know, what ever you say."
I don't knowThe demon girl stepped through the castle doors, glancing nervously around her.
Today would be the first day she gets to see the Ace of her kingdom and be knighted the Ten of Hearts. She chewed her bottom lip, and fiddled with the ring on her finger. Everyone had said it was the greatest honour, becoming the Ten, but she couldn't help doubting their choice for her to become one of the Knighted. Before she knew it, she was there.
The Queens Quarters were beautiful. Gold laced everything she could see, cloth hung from the ceiling, covering everything in fine layers of silk. Shining red rubies and other gems she had never seen before glinted at her from every angle.
Nervously, she scraped her crimson coloured hair back, suddenly feeling inferior in her drab finery.
"So you were the one the public chose, correct?" A voice sounded behind her.
The demon turned to see another woman standing amongst the draperies and curtains.
"Um...Yes it would seem so." The girl straightened at the appearanc
Elven Tales: Chai and Aurora - Ch 7
The morning reached uneventfully.
A harsh white light cast it's self through the frost covered branches of the bare leafed tree. Aurora woke up with a start, the light poring into her eyes as she frantically covered her face with her damp sleeve. She sat up, looking around with unfocused eyes as she attempted to remember her location. And then she stopped. And then she looked down the trunk of the tree.
"Chaaaaaai!" she yelled, jumping down the tree, landing as carefully as she could from such a height. "Didn't I tell you to wake me up?" she paused, noticing that Chai was still asleep. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO WAKE ME UP?!" she yelled, as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt. Aurora wasn't a morning person.
Chai was still in la-la land, even after that. "W- Will you be my frieeee-" Aurora slapped him across the cheek, enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. "Holy smufgurble!" he shot up, nearly headbutting Aurora as he woke. "Owwww, what was that for?"
"What... was... t
Elven Tales: Aelelean and Vanya - Prologue
The well walked route to the town hall was desert, though that was to be expected at such an absurd time in the morning. The full moon was low in the sky, casting a cold light onto the frost covered rooftops.
A lone figure walked out of one of the houses, clad in green leather armaments. He yawned loudly, breaking the eerie silence. He had light blonde hair that was neatly brushed, and cerulean blue eyes, though they were framed with dark circles. He had spent the night researching into illnesses, though he knew there was no need. His mother had fallen ill to the same ailment that Aurora had, and Aurora had recovered. It didn't stop him from worrying though.
Aelelean was on the way to his job, which was handing out missions to the more powerful water elves. He was one of the weakest, which had caused him to get a job similiar to what a civilian would have.
It didn't bother him though. The heirarchy system was madness to him, and the less dangerous missions he had to go on, the better.
Elven Tales: Aurora and Chai - Ch 6
Slowly Chai opened his eyes, dazzled slightly by the frosty winter sunset. The vapour of clouds looked like smoke against the dim orange light. He sat up slowly, Rubbing the bruising the ice had caused, and peered around him.
As he thought, he began to slowly remember the events that had happened. He vaguely remembered the Minotaur, and winced as he remembered being hit by that mace. His whole body felt numb with cold but he knew that it was really going to smart later. He shivered so decided to build a fire, the flames leaped from his hand and licked at the wood. He stared into the flames, trying to recollect his memories.
"You're awake!" A voice sounded behind him.
Aurora stood there, looking rather dishevelled, yet relief flooded her face. A small fox was draped over her shoulder.
"That I am." He rubbed his head and looked around. "What exactly happened?"
Auroras face turned hard, but she still couldn't hide the look of utter relief as she sat down next to him. "You're such an idiot
Death and LoveHe slumped against the wall as the pain flamed up his arm. He grasped at it desperately, trying to stem the blood flowing freely from the wound. His eyesight had begun to blur, and his eyelids felt heavy. He knows he'll die here. In the deserted alleyway in this grungy city, away from loved ones. Away from everything. He tried to stable his breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale Screw it. He thought. He embraced the pain, let go of his arm. He wanted to keep his dying thoughts on something happy. He thought of his sister, far away now, living in the lap of luxury. He thought of his friends and the feelings he felt when he played the guitar for them, up on stage. The amazing electric feeling of preforming up there, where everyone wants to hear his music, his soul.
Finally, he thought of her. The tone of her quiet voice, that shuffle she does with her feet when upset about something. That look she gave him when he wouldn't do as she said. The sad grey of her eyes. The joy he felt
Elven Tales: Chai and Aurora - Ch 5
Snow crunched under their feet as they walked down the frosty path to their next destination, the human city which Chai's sister was being held. Aurora was a few steps behind Chai, glaring at the back of his head, rubbing her hands together until he stopped unexpectedly. Aurora frowned, walking up to where Chai was and looking at what he was staring at. It was a set of fresh tracks, large, deep, and Aurora was grinning like a psychopath, slight giggles escaping her lips.
Chai stared her with a bewildered expression. "What is wrong with you?"
Aurora straightened up. "Well, Chai, you see, these are minotaur tracks!" The look on his face showed no sign of realisation, and his eyes raised slightly in question. "Minotaurs! You know, the big bull headed hoofed hairy human bodied axe and mace wielding creatures!? The ones that if you kill, your heart's desire comes true, am I ringing any bells? We learned it in school about fifteen times!"
"Well I didn't exactly get to have less
The Labyrinth of MeRestless in the stormy night
Like candle flame unwaning light
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds
Waking dreams my mind unfurled
Void of colour just shades of grey
No-one here to guide my way
Echoes of a man lost in a dream
Porcelain statues unable to scream
The labyrinth of me lies ahead
Each step, each breath fills me with dread
On every wall my portraits hang
Each one painted with an honest hand
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth
Judges grinning while banging their gavels
The pages before me the black book unravels
Some pages are empty and others unclean
Allowing you only to see the obscene
Amanda Jones European adventureWalking through the streets of Ireland, Amanda Jones was on her way to the hotel room she and her friends were staying at. Hannah Duffy, Kat Weber and herself were backpacking around several countries of Europe and were on their way to Hannah's hometown of County Wicklow. They arrived at the pleasant city of Carlow just as night was setting in. Their friend Kat from Berlin tagged along with Hannah to pick up some food for dinner. Amanda took this chance to explore the sights of the city and found men and women entering a small club with a poster surprisingly written in english by the entrance saying:
"Come one, come all!
Proudly presents for one
night only here at Club Geass,
for you to experience the mystical
power of the amazing Paradox."
Amanda glanced at her watch and believed she had more then enough time before she was suppose to meet her friends for dinner. She entered the club and found the show
Hitting the BooksI was still feeling the effects of the little mind meld that Double A and I shared prior. Although the internet was a good resource for information it didn't have all of it. Their was still material that had not been transferred over to the digital format and remade in a hard cover copies. It would take years before all the information was finally placed in a digital format for all to access and not having to sign out books, or pay a dollar for a copy or two. Which is why I as here at the Public Library.
I'll be honest, libraries are bit out of date, but still carry all the source material you can physically get your paws on. Many libraries were large and vast based on where you were, in my case, it was pretty massive. Having been based off the Greco-Roman architectures. Large columns with a stair case extending to the doors. From my understanding this used to be the old court house before it was relocated to the new building a few blocks down for space reasons. Since then, the adjacen
Sylvia was upset.
Not just the average sad feeling.
The emotions and the hurt.
Jacob didn't like this, and asked her what was wrong.
"I w-was trying to find my p-parents.." She had said between light sobs. "A-and I found them.."
"What..?" Jacob asked her.
"B-but appearently they h-hate me.."
After hearing that an an explanation, he asked her permission to go and speak with them.
And only speak with them. Nothing more and nothing less.
So she had told him that they were a few towns away from the mansion that they lived in, and he teleported there.
The town wasn't much, trash, broken and worn down houses. The people didn't seem to notice him walking by.
He stopped in the center and looked around, his elfen ears twitching as he concentrated and sniffed her parents out.
He caught sight of a house that was more worn down then the rest and tilt his head.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.
There was a man.
"Do you need help?" He had asked.
MGM Gate - 1 (Part 7)
6:45 pm, later on that evening:
Mary Fertile drove up to the zoo after seeing the boys leave for dinner at a local restaurant. The four closed the menagerie leaving on all the chandeliers. Mary saw clearly that they were going to be back.
With her high speed camera hung around her neck she started to climb the gate that took her into the zoo. The scenery gave the term Animal Kingdom new meaning. The zoo had a city of Zinji type look about it. The zoo was beautiful, one would think that they were stepping on to the ark, or, on to one of the ships of Tarshish.
Mary started to walk about. After peering into each exhibit she passed she became more and more disappointed over the fact that there was no animals. It disappointed her so much, she felt like walking straight out the back door.
When Mary got to the back of the menagerie she begun to squint at the center habitat. Her eyes became open as she was taking in all of its greenery. Mary took one step back, relaxed then went "Hmm," as in a
Sentinel Inspector Horace looked at the young boy through the one-sided glass. Julian was thirteen years old, the report said. Looking at him, the inspector wouldn’t have guessed that such a case was currently against him. Aside from his young age, the boy possessed an innocent charm – brown, shaggy hair atop a pleasant face although his deep brown eyes hint at a seriousness so rarely seen on a boy so young. Further investigation showed that Julian was a straight-A student and although not the stereotypical popular boy, his mild and easygoing demeanor had earned him a boy-next-door reputation. Religious, helpful, friendly—definitely not someone who’ll be thought of as a cold-blooded killer.
Even now, after the questions had been hurled at him, Julian looked alert, not fatigued like others would have been in his position. The accusation against him was complex but he looked as if he was just waiting
OASIS OCT Round 1 (Desmond) - Part 1Tap tap...
Desmond tapped his foot for what seemed like the millionth time. He felt like he had been waiting there forever. He was beginning to get impatient, after being kept in the lurch like this for so long. Where the hell was his opponent? How was he supposed to find them? And what in blazing heck was he going to do when he found them? He'd shot countless zombies, ghouls, mummies with his trusted bow and arrow... but another person? That was the one thing that worried him more than anything. Was he simply expected to beat his opponent in a friendly contest? Or was he supposed to kill them... the very thought made him cringe. He had accepted Pay-paer's challenge with great gusto, but now he wasn't so sure.
Suddenly, without warning, the air around Desmond began to shimmer, almost like a heat haze. Desmond looked all around himself, confused, as everything around him got blurry. Then, out of nowhere, everything turned white. "What... what is this shit? Man, I'm
Donikad, albo na koniec swiata. Swego czasu po większych miastach pewnej aglomeracji jeździł tramwaj "donikąd" jak głosił napis na tablicy. Był biały i nie zatrzymywał się na żadnym przystanku. Ludzie dla "fanu" próbowali go zatrzymać, jednak zawsze bez skutku, tramwaj nigdy, nikomu się nie zatrzymał. Krąży jednak legenda o dziewczynie, której ta sztuka udała się. I to w dodatku nieświadomie.
Była ciepła, sierpniowa noc, jaśniejąca od miejskich świateł. Ruch na ulicach już zamarł i kursowały jedynie już linie nocne. Pewna blond włosa dziewczyna ubrana w białą sukienkę stała na przystanku i wyglądała jak zjawa. Wiatr bawił się jej lokami tworząc fantazyjne fryzury ulotne jak on sam. Dziewczyna raz, po raz odgarniała włosy z szczupłej twarzy i starała się
The shadow of the fairThe atmosphere was immense, but also slightly suffocating, temperamental joy spiralling in the air. Children, running, skipping, pounding. Everywhere was lit up by millions of coloured lights, but the sky remained dark and foreboding. The many different fumes of the shining stalls danced in swirls of air, making mouths water with delight. The fair had come alive, and it wouldn't stop until the sun rose.
A man pushed his way through the bustling crowd, alone. He wore a long dark cloak, which covered his whole form; the only thing you could see was his sparkling green eyes under his hood. Although his eyes glittered, it was not with happiness. Finally, the man came to an empty spot where he would not be seen. He pulled down his hood and slowly looked around. Long brown hair tumbled down way past his shoulders, tied up into a ponytail.
Sighing, he walked though the abandoned bit of the fair, looking at the wasted rides, the ones who had seen too much fun. He sat down on a bench and looked
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