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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
Imaginary Friends Remember when you were little and had "Imaginary friends?" These invisible people that you would talk to and claim as your best friend?
I remember. I use to have this one imaginary friend and he was my best friend. We would talk.. watch tv.. play with my toys, and such.
Thinking back to those memories, I smile a bit. After thinking about it some more.. it started to become weird..
I remember browsing the internet, mostly about the paranormal since I'm kinda obsessed with that stuff, and I remember reading something that said "Kids are more likely to see ghosts then adults or older kids."
Then I started to think.. what if our imaginary friends.. were actually spirits?
Jolly Sailor Bold Her voice was like silk, bouncing off the damp cove walls. The song was hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing to the ear. The young sailor continued on his way towards her, enchanted by both the song, and the voice. Boots sloshing through the wet sand, the sailor eagerly walked to his true love. His brain was fuzzy and scrambled, but one thing he knew was to walk towards her. It kept pulling him towards it, pulling him to the angel that was singing.
'My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain o' glittering gold
There’s nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.'
She was sitting atop a large rock, her long, wet, black hair covering most of her exposed back. Her skin was fair, giving her an already haunting look to her. Before the sailor could react, he caught a glimpse of shimmering gold and green beneath the water. He let out a content sigh, watching as her body moved in water. She paused, making the sailor snap out of the trance her song kept him in. Turning slowly, she smi
Advantage of being tinyYou were always felt out of place because to you your family are giants but on day you decided to take a vantage out of it it can be any family member u want .
18+ is allowed and no killing my oc
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
MGM Gate -1 (part 14)
Evelyn copied information off their ID's then handed it back to them. There was only one thing left. Lucas handed Godlwing's private number to Evelyn. She placed it on top of the rest of the papers.
After the officers left, Lucas walked around the zoo. He came across a partially shut door. When he opened it he saw camera equipment. He had a curious look on his face. He didn't know what it was there for, or even how it got there. He just closed the door in a cold shoulder manner. Lucas then walked over to Hanz Patrick and Maxi standing at the entrance gate. "Do y'all know, how that camera equipment got into the back closet, to the left of the black lions exhibit?"
"I don't know," Maxi said.
"That door was locked!" Hanz shouted.
Patrick shut the power. All the bulbs on the chandeliers blew out, like candles, only without the occurring smoke. They had left the zoo the way they found it, animal-less.
Meanwhile, spotters were watching over the city from several rooftops. Everyone of the pub
No Remorse'Welcome home,' the guard smirks as he pushes me inside and seals the door. These concrete walls exist for my solitary confinement. No contact. No escape.
The air is stiff. Like the time I'd been to visit my Great Aunt in the nursing home, many years ago. The smell of dust and decay that had tinted every inhale then, would be like fresh air to my lungs now.
A small slit in the wall near the ceiling allows only a sample of sunlight to stretch into my presence. Even when I jump, I can not touch the rays with outstretched hands.
In the summer these walls drip with sweat, and perspiration clings to my torn clothes and flimsy blanket. In the winter these walls pierce me with an icy touch any time I dare to move, the cold confines me closer than my 4x4 square.
I killed him. That's why I am here. The lonely tune of a bird calls from outside. I whistle an answer to my friend as his small body blocks the light from my cell.
If I could go back, I'd do it again. Tiny feathers fall like snow onto
La enfermedad del corazon.Por las mejillas del niño recorrió su amargo camino una lágrima.
La sociedad lo rechazo.
La misma ciudad renegaba su existencia bajo el crujido de los edificios.
El aire cargaba con los susurros de la gente.
Un mensaje de ira y repudio.
Sus mismos padres lo alejaron.
La ciencia lo catalogo un fenómeno.
La religión lo condeno a escarnio eterno.
Y la medicina lo declaro un caso perdido.
Pues en esta sociedad, en esta ciudad, bajo este aire, en esta familia y ante la lógica misma.
Aquel niño había contraído de la peor enfermedad imaginable.
Del mayor mal conocido por esta realidad.
Había desarrollado sentimientos.
La más terrible enfermedad del corazón.
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
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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