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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
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
AlbertThe moon was flying at half-mast that night.
The sight of it stopped Albert in his tracks. Not so much the moon itself; he had seen it sleepily trudge its way across the night sky many times before. What surprised him was the sharpness of it, the way its intense curves cut into the darkness. A blade of execution swooping down on him.
He threw his hands up to avoid the white gleaming from above and realised they were entirely crimson; turning around, the droplets of blood that trailed his sprint to the door each rang out in his ears like explosions on a battlefield. Their sharp taste made his tongue grind into his teeth. Following the path of destruction led to the source of the flames, a ravaging jungle with rivers drooling out of it...
A girl's body with a knife plunged into her face lay against the wall.
Though he had just ran some 20 feet away from it Albert felt himself being pushed out further into the car park. He threw his back to the wall of the dark court and looked back into
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
The Affliction: Chapter 4, Bump [WIP] I just got out of my physics lab. I was happy to be out at a decent time instead of a later time. I grabbed my keys and walked in the pouring rain over to my car.
My backpack was as drenched as my coat. I held the books in my hands close to me to avoid the ink running off them. The night was dark for only 8:45 pm. I almost hardly saw the sky through the massive storm of rain pummeling towards the ground. I got to my car safe and sound and started to drive home.
As I drove long the road I felt a heavy bump in the right side of my car. As I looked over I saw a wave o rainwater splash up from the ground. That was some hard hit.
My mind immediately went into panic as I kept driving. Did I knock something over? Is the car dented? Did I hit an animal, or worse, a person near the road? I pulled my car over in a parking lot. I parked close to a light so I can inspect my car front bumper.
Caly swiatTo była ciekawa noc. Resztki umysłu, jakie mi pozostały, mówią mi, że tym razem przegiąłem.
Ale ja musiałem, ja już nie mogłem, inaczej bym już nie wytrzymał.
Cały świat znów był przeciwko mnie.
Jestem na siebie wściekły, bo jestem słaby. Przecież obiecałem, że przestanę.
W mojej głowie posypały się wyzwiska, których ciągle wysłuchuję.
Cały świat i wszyscy przeciwko mnie.
To nie pomaga.
Z ogromnym wysiłkiem otworzyłem drzwi. Że też coś tak prostego może sprawić tyle trudności.
Zamknąłem je za sobą i osunąłem się na podłogę.
Cicho weszłaś na korytarz. Zastygłaś w bezruchu, a po twojej twarzy przemknął cień. Znów jesteś rozczarowa
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
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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