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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
It was a cold, dreary Sunday afternoon in the county of Surrey as a steady rain fell from the grey skies. Inside the large stately mansion, the halls were unusually quiet for such a day unfit to be outside. The footsteps of the white-haired butler echoed down the corridor as he approached the chamber that housed the elaborate indoor pool. In his hands, he carried a polished silver tray holding a tall glass and a cordless phone.
The elegant room was deafly quiet as the reliable servant marched inside. The architecture of the hall was magnificent, the floor and walls constructed out of stone. With the thirty-foot ceiling and giant statues positioned around the border of the pool, the area designated for swimming seemed more like a museum. Stepping over to the tranquil water, the humble gentleman could see a silhouette underneath the shimmering surface. Sighing deeply, he waited patiently for his charge to emerge f
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap8 parte2
Capitulo °8 parte 2 : De la desesperación me sacaste tú, y ahora yo te devolveré las esperanzas.
La ira, fuerza que nos arrastra a perder el control, la soledad, llanto que nace y no surge compañía que te consolé, el rencor, siniestro potencial que crece en su interior
que te sumerge, a desatar una cruel venganza, furia, lecho que salía ser tristeza se transforma en algo tormentoso en su interior, tristeza, la oscuridad que te abre el camino..a la desesperanza y el frío aire de una cruda verdad, esas lagrimas que te emergen por la falta de lo que una vez supo hacerte feliz...
¿Felicidad?...es......que es eso?
Su mente había caído en un sueño, que revivía aquellos recuerdos..que le haciendo entender apenas esa palabras..el significado de la verdadera felicidad..pero desde mis nueve años, desde allí que desconozco su significado, lo que realmente era, deje que mi mente se trastorn
A Human's Struggle And Fear To Let Go
She looked at me with tired eyes.
She had been worrying too much.
The dark spots under her eyes gave everything away.
When will she understand?, I'm fine, I don't need any help.
She insisted, this only made me shake my head in respond.
"No?" she said, as if she had waited for a better answer.
"What do you mean no?" she kept on, not that I cared anyway...
"Its over, its the end of the line, submit"
She began to raise her voice in dominance.
But this didn’t affect me , I wasn’t too easy to give up.
People used to call me a crackle-head when I was young.
They said I was stubborn and as I grew up I noticed I wasn’t, it was the world.
The world was a hypocrisy.
Teenage girls could have rough sex and beg for more,
But at the end they would play the victim.
Men could abuse of their wives, daughters and any female for that matter,
And yet, they where the perfect example of human race.
Children could be cruel, and mean, and heartless.
Then again, they would a
3. WendigoLe tracce portavano fino a quell'anonimo punto sotto un anonimo albero nella foresta. Poi finivano completamente: qualche ultima goccia di sangue, come se un rubinetto aperto fosse stato chiuso e avesse sputato fuori le ultime gocce, e le impronte delle piante nude dei piedi impresse sul terreno.
Il commissario Sacco, un tipo tarchiato, capelli corti e grilletto facile, illuminava quel punto con una torcia elettrica. Era la prima volta che gli capitava di vedere qualcosa di simile dal vivo e da quella prospettiva. Scoprire le tracce, un caso grosso, quasi sovrannaturale.
Dietro di lui c'erano Alfredo, l'uomo che aveva scoperto le tracce, la sua ragazza Francesca e un altro agente di polizia, Primo.
Alfredo dimostrava quarant'anni portati male, tutto ossa e con i capelli grigi, e ne dichiarava venti. La sua ragazza, di contro, avrebbe potuto averne al massimo ventidue, bella, capelli lunghi biondo cenere e maglioncino a collo alto sopra i jeans attillati. Primo invece era sulla trentina
The Deal I’ll admit to being a sleaze now and then. Most villains don’t; those pompous fools. In truth, every regular or irregular bad guy has a bit of denial. A feeling that what they do is justified or too far advanced for the rest of the world to handle.
I know I’m a sleaze. But there are just some things I don’t wanna screw with.
Take deals. I may not completely hold up my end of the bargain- like backstab the dealer- but I like it to be fair. The initial deal should be fair, even when the grave is already dug.
Violet followed me back into the shadows, and I can still hardly contain myself. Are bastards allowed to be giddy once and a while? I have an Admin around my finger. A power wielding, world rounding admins. An Admin uses words to make things as real as I am. So far, I’ve gotten a dragon to walk the living, killed a muse, and made my own secret hideout. Not bad for a power-play.
An open letter to the woman who robbed meI guess I do want thank you for not hurting me. Maybe I was feeling a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome or something but I even liked you a little bit, even when you were in the middle of robbing me. But you need to rethink your life. Seriously rethink it. Yeah your gun was fake. But what if someone had a real gun? Or what if they didn't submit to being tied up like me and fought you? You could get really hurt. And even if you don't get hurt, you're going to get caught.
You scared the crap out of me. When I pulled back the shower curtain and there you were, standing there with your fake gun pointed at me. I didn't know then it was a fake gun. At least my towel wrapped around me. "Bad news, handsome, you're getting robbed," you said.
You marched me out into my bedroom. I recognized you right away. You were the "appraiser" who tried to rip me off when I brought in my late grandmother's ring that week.
Pt3 Welcome to Asgard - Standing strong...Jamie comes back to the bedchambers, as it is morning, she actually got a good night’s rest. She is wearing the brown leather pants with the sheer gold tank top and the rich blue corset over it that has the elegant gold Celtic design on it. She is wearing her black leather belt buckle boots over the pants, her hair is partly pulled back as it is down on loose curls as she has her normal style of earrings in.
“Good day, mortal” a man speaks up, as it is Loki, he is sitting on a chair with armrests as he is reading a book with his mind stuck in it. He is wearing basic brown pants with a low cut green tunic; his also has on basic brown slippers too.
“Jesus –“ Jamie jumps out of fear, his heart starting to race as she feels she has been spooked out of her skin.
“Not exactly,” Loki chuckles as he can sense of her gasp of surprise, it is delicious to his ears as he keeps his focus in the book.
“Let me guess, you are starting a ‘book
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
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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