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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
Julie and NicholasJulie and Nicholas were engaged. They were the type of happy couple that made single people bitter on St. Valentines' Day. Nicholas had to agree with his buddies- he was a very lucky man to have landed such a beautiful woman. She was smart, funny, didn't mind watching monday night football with him; she was confident but not too controlling, and Julie didn't backseat drive at all. There was one weird thing though, that he didn't tell anyone. On the 12th of each month, Julie insisted that she be alone. She didn't let him visit her at all. At first, he took it personally. But after almost a year of it coupled with her insistence that it wasn't personal, he just grew used to it.
Until one day, on October 12, 2013, he forgot.
"Jules?" He stepped into her apartment with a sing song voice. A bouquet of vivid red roses was in his hand. He shut the door behind him and pocketed his keys. There was no reply. Maybe she was in the shower.
"I know I'm a day early, but I bought you a little annivers
Barb-e's Guest“Of all the rotten luck in the universe!” Samus Aran grumbled in disdain as she surveyed the damage her ship had undergone. She looked on in irritation at it as it had sustained heavy firepower from the battle she had been in. Parts of it were possibly beyond her skill to fix as she looked at it.
Samus Aran the renowned Bounty Hunter had been ambushed by an attack in the Space Pirates. They had feigned a distress signal as a ship under attack and when she had come to stop them they had turned on her and attacked her outnumbering her twenty ships to one. With skillful piloting and intense maneuvers she had managed to defeat and destroy them surviving it. But her ship had taken damage in it and had forced her to make a crash landing on a nearby planet.
Samus shook her head as she was in her Zero Suit. She had checked the ship, the engines had been battered, the shields were all but gone from the attack, it was barely capable of hovering over the trees with as much damage as i
Five MinutesIn five minutes time, everything will change.
It seems like an awfully short amount of time, to have the lives of hundreds affected. But, if one thinks about it, it really isn’t all that impossible.
In five minutes time – a life could be taken, and in that time dozens more born to replace it.
In five minutes time – a stranger could move from their seat to let an elder take their place, easing their body’s weary pains.
In five minutes time – the last of the coffin soil could be turned.
The dregs of a businessman’s coffee could be seen.
Another star could burn out.
In five minutes time, everything will change.
An awful lot can happen in five minutes.
Your heart races, feet pounding into the concrete, the steady thrum of your blood flowing in your ears. The cheap rubber of your soles giving easily to your weight and the unmoving ground below, contracting it’s stained surface in an attempt to ease its strain.
The rush of resistant air bellow
The Birthday of Tim.It was Tim’s seventh birthday that day. I still remember it well. Tim was a wonderful child. He was an adorable grey furred cat. He was short and a little thin, like most healthy boys his age. He always knew what to say to make people happy.
Tim’s seventh birthday was something special to him. His mother, a great friend of mine, had rented out part of the local ice-cream place. It was lovingly called “The ice-cream bar” since it was built inside a building that once held the local watering hole.
There weren’t too many people in the party. Tim’s mother was a single mom, she didn’t have a man with her. I was there, of course. I helped decorate the banners and put a nice present onto the pile of presents we had for the little boy.
A few of his friends were there. All little, giddy children. They were running around, laughing and playing as kids do. The area that had not been rented by the birthday boy’s parent was full of glum-looking adults
UntitledFirst things first, I was a sophomore in Belfast central school. I ended up not taking BOCES that year due of my stupid counselor not telling me that I needed a full math credit for me to be able to graduate my senior year, because of this the only math class I could take was chemistry first thing in the morning. The one plus side is that I was able to take a mysteries of the unknown class that the school allowed that year, and the unknown was something that intrigued me.
The kids in the class had no curiosity at all, they just did the normal well known things like aliens, area 51, and the Loch Ness monster. However, not me I researched everything and anything from jack the ripper, to Waverly Hills sanitarium, oh yeah I was into all that shit, and was on top of the class.
That was at least 2 years ago, but today still I still have no idea how I discovered the Slenderman. it was like I was just looking for a new ideas for a research project, than just like that I was looking at a whole
ButterflyI was curled up, laying on the ground. Everything was dark. The shadows had overrun me. I sobbed for a bit. Crying, hoping it would end.
- "There is no hope for me. Nobody wants me. Nobody will miss me. Noone will pray for my soul."
I helt my paws over my weeping eyes. In the corner of my eye, I picked up some light. I slowly turned my head around, and I saw a tiny little glowing butterfly.
It was beautiful. To look at something bright, something filled with light in the deepest darkness. I saw it flying towards me, flapping its gorgeous wings leaving a trail of hope. It landed on my soft sensetive nose. I went
cross-eyed looking at it.
Even though I was lost, having nowhere to go in this never ending darkness, I started to smile. Smiling, looking at the wonderful shining butterfly. Some tears falled out of my eyes. I started giggling a bit. Even in the deepest darkness, the well of no hope, the pit of shame, there was light. Hope. Someone. Something
Is This Hell?October 16, 2013, Desert, ?
I'm not sure how I got here, although I think I've been here for a really long time. I think that my brain woke up and I saw that I was here, just walking along this dirt road in the middle of a vast desert. I haven't seen any businesses. I haven't seen any restaurants. I haven't seen any cars, and I certainly haven't seen any people. Come to think of it. How did this road get here? I can't even remember anything. I can barely remember my own name let alone what happened before I got here. Was I brainwashed? Did I have Amnesia? Did I get banished here for something bad I did? Or even worse. Did I die? Maybe this is Hell. If it is Hell looks a lot nicer than I thought it would be. Although it can certainly drive a person crazy. I can't recall the last time I had something to drink. Maybe I haven't drunk anything in days and this is all one big hallucination. Maybe I'm hallucinating the road and the desert and I can't see the real p
Looking for the Easy Way Out: Chapter 9You hate it.
You hate going back to Troy's room and you hate how he can't say anything and you hate wishing he'd just fucking get up already and SAY SOMETHING TO YOU-
You come here two times a week. He never says a word. Troy never opens his eyes. Never fidgets in his sleep. Never breaths quicker or slower. He is like a corpse. Troy, to the world, is dead.
You come here, and you don't say anything. You just. Sit. And you wait. Watching.
It hurts, to see him like this. You look towards the door, and you never expect anyone but the nurses to come through. No one but they do, unless its someone coming in for the other patient. You keep asking them to get a private room for him.
Today, however, Rick comes in. You'd say you were surprised, but you're not. He looks at you, hunched over Troy's midsection and looking broken, alone, and decides to stand on the other side of Troy.
"You look like shit," is the first thing he says.
"You look like a bitch. But that's your normal fa
Kidnapped by My Ex-BoyfriendKidnapped by My Ex-Boyfriend
Summary: Ringo Starr was kidnapped by his ex-boyfriend Rory Storm…but that was a week ago. He’s in serious trouble…and he needs some help fast!
Parings: George/Ringo, John/Paul, and some Rory/Ringo
Warnings: Slash, rape, torture, abuse, Ringo in pain, and language.
Disclaimers: The Beatles and Rory Storm © themselves and story © me Koolkitty9
Ringo looked up as he heard footsteps and gasped. Alan Caldwell aka Rory Storm, had kidnapped him a week ago…he had taken him away from his fellow Beatles, and his mum! Ringo let a sob fall off his lips as Rory walked in. “R-Ritchie..” He purred and cupped Ringo’s chin. Ringo turned his head away and Rory slapped him.
Rory had Ringo’s hands bound together with rope in front of him…hopefully Ringo could find a phone to call George or his mum…but he knew
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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