The VowsThe Vows by unusedEmotion
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
TherapyWhen I see ghosts they look perfectly real and solid -- like a living human being. They are not misty; I can't see through them; they don't wear sheets or bloody mummy bandages. They don't have their heads tucked under their arms. They just look like ordinary people, in living color, and sometimes it is hard to tell who is a ghost.Therapy by QueenWolf12
CHRIS WOODYARD, Invisible Ink interv
"Anne, do you feel safe here?" the therapist asks. "Come on, talk to me."
I don't like him. He's white as a sheet with splotchy skin and dark rings under his eyes. He looks like the ghost of a scarecrow wearing a suit with that long body of his. Like someone took him and stretched him out like play-dough.
"Anne, is there anything wrong?"
I hug Sharebear close and bury my face into his soft fur.
Dr. Scarecrow taps his yellow nails repeatedly on the arm of his chair.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Come on, Anne." Daddy rubs the small of my back. "Tell Dr. Cole about the things you see."
Daddy's looking at m
MagnoliaI want to tell you a tale, not any old tale such as a happy go lucky princess nor a gruesome foul story... A tale which will be unbelievable beyond your ears, but don't let your mind fool you, let it be your guide. To where you ask!? Well where all your dreams and thoughts live, your imagination. This tale begins where the first flower grew, the magnolia flower and from this small delicate flower rose something, something very strange and mysterious, a fairy? no, this creature has no wings, A pixie? it doesn't have the ears, well what is it? A human almost like a tiny woman, her bright blue eyes and hair like the orange sky at sun set. It was strange that her skin was as pale as the moon but when she smiled her face glittered like the sunshine. The lady lifted her right hand and stared right at her palm as if she never had a body before, she whipped her hand away in disbelief hitting the growing flowers beside her, she turned around to see what she had hit and before she knew it a smalMagnolia by PurpleCandyHugs
his visage harbors generationshe sits and writes of younger men -his visage harbors generations by SeptemberSkies2298
heads bent toward yellow pages,
ink spilling from pen-nibs like moody rivers,
gushing and dribbling in equivalence to
the draining of their lifeblood.
he ponders a phrase,
rewords, enjambs, marks through.
these boys are just like him,
they sit and stare,
would scrape the scales from moth-wings
for an ounce of inspiration.
they will grow old, perhaps
abandon their thankless profession,
staunch the mercurial flow of
fleeting thought to permanence.
but now they sit and write
of the men they will become.
they ponder a phrase,
reword, enjamb, mark through.
will you lock the gate tonight?these words like cattle,will you lock the gate tonight? by SeptemberSkies2298
you herd them each evening but
you never listen.
we lost some things along the wayYou started using,we lost some things along the way by SeptemberSkies2298
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
Interview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano CiulloInterview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano Ciullo by Ciullo-Corporation
Yes, yes... we're evil, we're ugly and untalented nasty guys from Italy... isn't that enough?
With great presumption me, Massimiliano Ciullo, co-founder of the 0 budget Indie multimedia dev house Ciullo Corporation WITH NO SCHOLARSHIP or ANY TUTORIAL ACCREDITATION in our self-taught artistic career, I'm asking you not only to be our watchers here on deviantART but also:
VISIT OUR SITE EVERYDAY, or at least as frequently as you can!!!SUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL, so we can get enough "audience" to start monetization!BECOME A PATRON, and get in return full access to ou
Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal]I heard from my friend, that many of her classmates are or want to use e-Cigarette. And this is so messed up, as we are still young (middle-schooler).Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal] by Clover0Project
First of all, what is e-Cigarette? Electric Cigarette/Electronic Nicotine Delivery Systems, a new cigarette type. Detailed here.
Also known as 'vapor' in Indonesia. It may be more healthy and environmentally friendly than normal cigarette, but the negative sides still the same.
Well, read the rest of the thing in wikipedia.
e-Cigarette is kind of expensive in Indonesia (the cheapest one as far as my cousin know is 500.000 IDR, I don't know what about the liquid, and if refill...). But well, my school is a prestigious school for those who are rich (I'm not that rich though) so it's not that surprising...
I know what is e-Cigarette since my cousin uses it too. My cousin already work, and e-Cigarette is a trend in her workplace.
So, back to main point. My friend showed the
April 2014 InterviewCharlie Vinall is an aspiring novelist from England. She has penned numerous short stories and has just begun work on her debut novel. Today we interviewed her using questions that her fans have sent in. This is the result. Enjoy!April 2014 Interview by CupofCharlie
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
I was born on the outskirts of London, England. I come from an English family and am an English girl through and through.
DO YOU LIKE YOUR CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE?
I do! I have lived in London all my life and couldn’t imagine living in any other part of the world. London, and in fact England, is a wonderful place to live in my humble opinion.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO START WRITING?
I think a main inspiration to me was definitely my parents. They encouraged me to read from a very young age. I would spend almost all of my time as a young child reading. Every weekend my parents would take me to my local library where I would take out several books and read them all for the following week. I loved readi
The Legendary Irish PeisteIn the sixties, Captain Lionel Leslie tried to lure the monsters of Connemara in county Galway to appear on the surface. He undertook his first experiment in October 1965 in Lough Fadda. Leslie obtained the approval to spring in the lake with dynamite. It was his aim to scare the monster with the shock. 10 seconds after the detonation of 2 kilogram explosives, he saw that a black something appeared. Unfortunately the lake was so troubled by the explosion that it was difficult to recognize details. But what he saw was enough to convince the people of the existence of a monster in the lake.The Legendary Irish Peiste by Malintra-Shadowmoon
In October 1967, Leslie planned to fish out Lough Fadda with a net. His efforts stayed without any success. But in 1968, the Captain planned with a team to search Lough Nahooin bei Claddaghduff (Galway) with the help of a net. It was a little lake, only 90 meters wide and 75 meters broad. They were convinced to find the monster because five months ago, a farmer who lived nearby Stephen Coyne
46 - FestivalBlue Jay didn’t know how to react when she first saw the Loremaster. She honestly didn’t know why he was here. She was on her way back from the Inn when she saw him. Yulgar had told her to take the day off so she did.46 - Festival by VerySecretAccount
“Hello? Who are you?” She just stared at him, confused. She was only 15 years old, focused only on trying to find a cure for her mother.
“Blue Jay,” She replied simply.
The Loremaster had decided to leave the safety of the Guardian Tower in Paxia because of a prophecy his oracle had said only a week before. He was told that the Chosen One would soon make an appearance in the world of Lore. It was easy to say that he was ecstatic. He immediately left, sending a quick word to all of the corresponding Guardian Towers around Lore.
That’s where Blue Jay came into his little ‘fiasco’.
He was travelling with Sage Uldor who resided in Battleon. A few guards were following him because they believed that their leader would alway
Pretty Golden GirlThere once was a girl who was prettier than me.Pretty Golden Girl by GeorgiaKitty
Her hair shone like gold in the sunlight,
And her face was delicate and pure.
Whenever she was smiled,
They all sighed,
For she was their pretty golden girl.
Now, wherever she went,
They all swooned,
Unknown to just how under her spell they were.
It was said that when she laughed
The birds would sing,
And the world was a much happier place
When their pretty golden girl was pleased.
But I was never pleased, nor happy, nor joyful
To see the girl around the town.
For whenever she appeared,
Her magic made me vanish in the face of my peers.
So I took it upon myself,
To rid the world of her and make it more fair.
With knife in hand, and blood stained clothes,
Wounded body, and a face that was pretty no more.
Their pretty golden girl dead.
She had outshined me for far too long.
La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Ti ho detto che sto bene...–
Dice lei, nonostante la sua espressione la tradisse apertamente.
–Ti stai prendendo in giro da sola, lo sai?–
Risponde invece lui, più preoccupato che davvero arrabbiato... anche se il suo tono suggeriva il contrario.
–Che ne puoi sapere tu, eh?–
Rintuzza l’altra, guardandolo in faccia con l’aria di chi vuole a tutti i costi negare l’ovvio.
–Chi credi di essere per dirmi cosa fare?!–
–Non ti sto dicendo cosa fare, Ecate, ti sto pregando di guardarti un po’ in giro...–
Ribatte l’altro, piuttosto seccato dalla sua ostinazione.
–Tu proprio non capisci...–
Ecate scuote il capo, alzando poi gli occhi verso l’alto.
–Allora perché non me lo spieghi tu, visto che da solo non c’arrivo.–
Insiste lui sarcasticamente.
–Non è così semplice, Erebo.–
La Lama Nera. La Strega del Nord (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. La Strega del Nord (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Sancta Messa finita est.–
Proclama il vescovo dietro l'altare, sollevando entrambe le mani con le palme rivolte al cielo.
–Ite in pacem, amen.–
Rispondono in coro i fedeli, aspettando che i diaconi aprano le porte prima di muoversi.
Mentre tutti escono lentamente e silenziosamente dalla basilica, una donna, avvolta in un mantello con cappuccio, si avvicina all'altare; nonostante gli abiti dismessi ed i piedi nudi e sporchi, la donna ostenta un portamento fiero, quasi crudele, mentre le due ciocche di capelli, bianchi come le nuvole di primavera, che le sfuggono dal capuccio si muovono come se mosse da un vento che non c'è.
–Parole toccanti, reverendo.–
Sibila la donna, fermandosi davanti al prelato.
–Una cerimonia che riempie i cuori di fede...–
–Siete troppo gentile, figliola.–
Risponde il vescovo, togliendosi la stola e passandola ad uno dei
Euphoria Chapter OneEuphoria Chapter One by TheIllustriousKatt
The same storm has been raging on for three days now. School was canceled for the last two including today. Layla Grand sat in her room, reading her Harry Potter books. She could quote the books by now she had read them so many times. She set down her book, unable to concentrate and looked out the window, yet again, hypnotized by the perfect drops of rain falling from the endless sheet of clouds. The storm resided primarily over the small town of Round Rock, Texas but sometimes branched out over Austin, Georgetown, Cedar Park and Pflugerville. Layla leapt up from the queen sized bed in the middle of her room, almost crashing into her table on her left. She ran down the stairs and took a right to head straight outside.
“I’m going to the library.” She yelled to her mother. As if she cared in the slightest.
The rain poured over Layla’s head as soon as she stepped out the door. She smiled and tilted her face upw
That Lurks... ~ SerodousI guess in my endeavoursThat Lurks... ~ Serodous by Serodous
I could have pulled deep within my humanity
And I know my voice was salted by the bitterness
That I locked and engaged with
And oh did I dance with it, I swung it around my frail mind
I wish I could have just wrote on that mirror, in the mist
I wish you could have seen that this pain did nothing but remiss
And through it all you could have seen me throwing paint against those white walls
Spelling and spewing out all the voices in my head
That cried at me for sowing up my lips, and staring deep into the textureless paint
I guess what I am trying to say is that, I fell hard when I woke
I'd let my body shake but I'm too scared that I'd crack, and you'd find me in pieces
Hiding under a blanket, and coddling this weak heart
This heart so black and blue, because it thumps to a rhythm that it can't catch and beat too
And I would cry again.
I guess in my nature, I would not like to show who I've hidden for so long
And keep the facade of smiling, with a singing of a che
Fighting BackLooking them in the eye,Fighting Back by WindFragments
I pointed my finger to
my wrist and said,
"Look at what you
have done to me."
But rules are rules, and
rules are not meant to
be broken, no,
rules are meant to be
followed even if
they don't make any sense
But I don't care what the
limit on sick days is
when I have to learn
how to stop my body
from believing that it
I'm not ever going
to apologize for
I know that I am not enough,
but not because
of the letters they brand
on my skin
but not just because
they tell me it's right
I refuse to house in textbooks
or make a home in a room of
plastic trophies or a castle made
out of someone else's hands,
and definitely, most definitely,
I refuse to say that I'm sorry
when I'm not
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenLive Life, Be Brave by Rifle1980
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
I'm happy to dieSomeone once told meI'm happy to die by MEBwrittings
That I was the sun.
I shone oh so brightly
But now that's all all gone.
I've tried to be happy
But some things don't change.
I just feel more crappy
The more that I stay.
So I'm gonna leave,
No time for good-bye.
So fuck all you bitches!
I'm happy to die.
Linkara's Weird misadventure through time. “You do know people are going to write fanfics about this, right?” Said Linkara as he patted Jaeris on the back. “I don't care. I'm not gonna be around to read 'em!” Jaeris said, the suddenly Lord Vyce came out of nowhere. “ALL THAT I SEE! I CONQUER!” He bellowed as he pulled out a shotgun and began randomly shooting at the comic reviewer.Linkara's Weird misadventure through time. by DarthSithari
“What the?! Nimue beam me up to Comicron-1!” Linkara said into his communicator. “Information: unknown temporal anomaly detected, possibility of interfering with telaporter 99.47-”
“Nimue I’m being shot at by a universe conquering lunatic with a shotgun! Just beam me up!” Linkara said, and then he was teleported. But not to the bridge of Comicron-1 like he thought, he found himself instead in what looked like a futuristic high rise apartment. “Uh… Nimue, this isn’t Comicron-1.” Linkara said, he then noticed a strange sight…
Assassin's Creed III: A Templar's beginning I was only eight years old when I had to make a life changing decision, A decision to choose good or evil... Innocent or the Templars.Assassin's Creed III: A Templar's beginning by PurpleCandyHugs
The year was 1758, We had just moved to America, Boston, and I can tell you I enjoyed the move, getting away from the cold areas of England just made my young mind spring with adventure. It wasn't the same for my mother, she was scared, I knew why I wouldn't blame her, going to a country fighting against your one it was madness. My mother and I are... well were not violent people she did not believe in war but fate, she would always tell me sometimes in a story that one day fate will come and it will decide who we are and who we really fight for, our home, our family, our self's, I see now why
my father married her. My father was a completely different story, he was a man of hate, despair, ruined from gambling and drinking. Of course he be the one joining the army and who would have known he reached the commanders rank, the only reason we moved.
SailorSunPhoenix Art Trade It was a month after Ahsoka’s surprisingly harrowing adventure on the planet S’ynica, were she had not only met the bounty hunter Cad Bane for the final time. She was sitting in the cockpit of her ship the Skywalker. She was still getting used to her new cybernetic limbs, but otherwise she was doing fine. One day however, while her ship was on Tatooine to refuel, her astromech droid R7-A7 came to her beeping something. “What is it?” Ahsoka asked, R7 just beeped further. “A job? From who?” Ahsoka asked, then R7 projected a hologram of a hooded figure. “Greetings mercenary, I have something of interest to you I think.” The hologram said, and then a hologram of her old friend Barriss Offee appeared next to his. “I know your history with this Jedi. I know however something that you don’t.” The hologram said; Ahsoka looked skeptical of what the hologram was saying, but chose to hear him out. “For one thing, the BSailorSunPhoenix Art Trade by DarthSithari
The Destruction Of Millie McGuire ‘You may think that he’s a demolition expert when he’s finished with your self-esteem’The Destruction Of Millie McGuire by CupofCharlie
- George Ezra.
‘I could not eat for days, I cried so much my face has never been the same’
Millie McGuire pushed open the door to her favourite coffee shop at 1.10pm, as she did at precisely the same time every day, and hurriedly escaped the bitter chill of the unforgiving outdoors. She welcomed the whoosh of hot air cast down upon her by the shop’s heating as she removed her winter hat and stuffed it into her bag, before firmly wiping her boots on the doormat.
Flintwood’s Coffee was the pride and joy of the town. It offered delectable sandwiches and cakes, deliciously satisfying tea and coffee, and possibly the comfiest seats you could ever hope to find. Millie always came to Flintwood’s during her lunch break to escape the stresses of her job as a solicitor. No matter how much work she had left to do, no m
Necromancer. The Awakening (with VIDEO)Remember to subscribe our Channel and visit our SiteNecromancer. The Awakening (with VIDEO) by Ciullo-Corporation
NECROMANCER - The Dark Side of the Chronicles
21 October 2013
A dark night falls on the unsleepy town ShadowRaven, creepy winds rages from the mountains and thunders shout uninterruptedly their anger across the unhealthy green clouds... tainted by the mists coming from the deadly marsh of Drael.
The Necromancer has no hurry, no one is chasing him and even if someone would be so insane... the Blood Moon is at his disposal, his powers are incommensurable this night... none of the townswatch, the zealot knights of the goddes could harm him.
And the sultry little boors that inhabit the lands are too wimpy to even put their nose out a window... who cares if he will condemn them all to an undying tormen
Life's Wing Chapter 8Life's Wing Chapter 8 by Renn-Ravengirl
A young lithe woman spun, her long red coat twirling with her. The woman smiled and
bent down to kiss her daughter's forehead, brown hair curtaining her rosy face. "Cheer up
Wren." A tall man with messy black hair stood behind the young child. "We'll only be gone
a few days. I'll bring you a souvenir after our meeting." The child pouted and looked
"Tell Uncle John goodbye for us sweetie. We'll miss you both very much."
The young woman picked up her suitcase, the husband grabbing boxes containing binders and
loose paper. "Uncle snores, mummy." The young girl ran over to her parents and hugged
them tightly. The young woman's laugh chimed like a bell.
"We'll be off now Wren. Love you dear, Goodbye." The young man picked Wren up and twirled
her around before setting her gently on her feet. Wren watched as her parents stepped out
the door. Snow swirled around them, dancing and spinning until it engulfed everything in
pure white. A clear gleaming white canvas
Life's Wing Chapter 7Life's Wing Chapter 7 by Renn-Ravengirl
The small living room was filled with silence as I stared dumbfounded at the boy who was
slumped over on my couch. "Naomi?" I said cautiously. My friend stood behind the sofa,
clutching the small, red table lamp. "Y-Yeah Wren?" She stuttered. Naomi's face had gone
pale. "Any reason you just gave this boy another concussion?" I said dryly. "Well what
were you planning to do!" She said defensively. " I certainly wasn't planning on crushing
his skull!" I replied accusingly. Turning back toward the first-aid kit I
continued, "Lets just bind up his arm and decide on what we're going to do next." Naomi
nodded but did not release the lamp. I shrugged my shoulders and started to gently cover
the boy's wound with Neosporin after cleaning away the blood.While Naomi wasn't looking I
also undid the wire bounds keeping his wrists together. I had just finished wrapping
gauze around the boy's arm when Naomi and I heard the slam of a car door.
I looked up sharply and Naomi raced t
Life's Wing Chapter 6Life's Wing Chapter 6 by Renn-Ravengirl
It was late afternoon and a slight breeze blew gently through the trees. Clouds
of dust hovered above the dirt road as cars slowly drove past the small houses. Time
seemed to come to a stand-still as I continued to stare at the fallen boy who now lay
among various tools in the shed. The boy, now noticing my presence, shifted in alarm
and caused more tools to fall, along with a thick wooden plank. The plank smacked against
the boy's head with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious. He then slumped over in the
fallen pile of tools. My eyes widened in surprise and I stood there awkwardly, unsure of
what to do next.
"Well that was kind of an AFV moment, despite the circumstances." I said as
I walked warily toward the boy and carefully grabbed his left arm. I then slowly but
surely dragged him from the shed and laid him on the grass. He had messy,
black hair and sharp facial features. He was probably a good hand's breadth taller than I
and was dressed in jeans and a black T-sh
AONC 1 - Chapter OneChapter One:AONC 1 - Chapter One by QuillandShield
Aleta Green-Cove slammed her back painfully to a cold stone wall. She panted quietly, her right hand slipping something the size of her palm into her trouser pocket. As she caught her breath, options careered through her mind. The way out of this cave system was only a few turns ahead but if she made a dash for it now, she would be seen.
A shuddering, echoing roar burst through the gaping dark tunnel entrance in the wall beside her. The tunnels here were enormous and stretched for miles. But they would have to, Aleta thought grimly, to be the home of such a gigantic beast.
"At least there's only one," she breathed softly. "More than one would be much, much worse."
Suddenly a screeching scream rushed through the tunnel. Aleta covered her ears with her hands, doubling over in an effort not to faint. She gasped as the screech stopped and she could move again. This was bad! It was getting closer.
She stared at the tu
SaltI sat in dark on the evenings passedSalt by Sparks-Fly-Upward
and I watched as the torrents of rain fell
to the the over-quenched ground.
No longer was it parched or yearning
for the liquid that gives life just as easily
as it takes it away.
Those drops now bounced off the breached banks
of the rivers that once held its kindred in check.
To those banks did I gaze when my heart
had been torn from my sleeve
and my chevrons tarnished by my failure
As those banks traveled farther and farther
from their source,
they grew closer to where I sat
and so too did the lessons that
drifted down river on those murky currents.
From a raindrop to a teardrop,
To a waterfall and a flood.
Each drop had the potential
to break the dam
and set the captive water free.
For each droplet, ripples appeared
whose waves traveled distances unmeasurable
from the river to its banks and to the heart.
It was a natural disaster unforseen
by the one who claims to see rain coming
from miles away.
A celestial juxtap
A Chapel with Chaotic SoundsThe arm lowers and the scratching harmonizationA Chapel with Chaotic Sounds by Sparks-Fly-Upward
of your father's record begins to fill our
sistine catherdal in the woodlands of
Still is the air as it floats us by,
becoming juxtaposed with
Paul Simon's reassuring words
that the Boxer's fight
is not yet complete.
We could lay there forever,
you and I,
in the cool praire of sweet grass and sage,
like pilgrim's palms in prayer.
But how icey does the winter arrive
to smother the ceder and tobacco plants
and the kindred spirits there in.
A moment for an eternity would
only cheat Fate his fair wages
as we lay so comfortably in
the arms of our short-time's keeper.
So intimatly we spoke there
for only the racoons and morning glories
and before long, the voices from the 78 vinyl
that had filled the silence in the basilica had begun
to crack and warp.
Words like Spanish rain off the parapets,
we sang forth our feelings into broken meter
and slashed tempo as the clouds
began to take the j
15 Said"I'm just waiting," 15 said, his mat of wood grain hair15 Said by Sparks-Fly-Upward
falling down in his eyes for the tenth time today.
He smiles and flips a pencil in his finger,
too oblivious of time slipping away
with every key stroke and misjudged friendship
and too aimless to judge the path
growing rocky beneath him.
"How can I smile this much
and be so miserable?" 16 questioned, laying on the floor
of a silent hotel room, world spinning with thoughts of the Nowhereland
he had made in his own head.
He knew he was no Atlas now
and that the weight of the world could not so easily be borne
with wit and wise word alone.
He had lost she who he had never had,
but it didn't stop the tears
night upon night
that no god could ever dry.
"Your time will come" 17 doted again and again,
wondering why it had never seemed so clear before.
It was all golden silence now and waiting for destiny
to drop in like a Big Blue Box from outer space.
He was always running out of time; too obsessed with the future
to laugh and play in t
Unfair - Chpt 28It looked the same as when she left, that metallic spider poised to strike on the summit of the hill, tucked away by the overgrown bushes. The thriving town at the foot of this hill hummed under the inky blue sky.Unfair - Chpt 28 by VerySecretAccount
Regina stood silently, panic thrumming in her veins. The wind was harsher up here, snagging strands of her dark hair from the messy bobble she pulled it into. She hadn’t got a drop-off; else people would be able to find her again. She had just taken enough cash to get her over here.
That coach trip better had been worth it, she swore the person next to never tired out. They just kept talking and talking and talking...
Regina pulled her jacket tighter, a loose fabric one that was comfier than all that leather she wore. She started up the path, a jagged patch of flattened vegetation that gave her appropriate floor-space.
“They are so going to kill me. If Dex and that find out I’ve come back, on my own no less!” Regina breathed sharply, her breath fogging
ThoughtsYour touch is so soft and sweet and like an angel's skin it pulls me in.Thoughts by blind-runaway
Laying there, my body against your chest, as I listen to your heart beat; God, I feel so blessed.
Dear Lord, you put on this earth a boy that no one can afford, I never knew it could get so good, that someone this great could ever be real, but that's the way I feel.
He puts me up with you, up in that place where he fixed my heart that I thought was beyond repair.
Hold me tight and never let me depart for I gave you my whole heart; and when I'm in your arms it sets me free, when you pull me closer, and in so deep.
For the times you run your fingers through my hair, you say I'm your little angel flying in the sky, little do you know I want to be with you until the day I die.
After all, love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a beginning and certainly has no end; love happens and it is incredibly messy.
People around me can't understand the things I do or say; fighting so hard for something that could cause so much pain.
Out of the Blue-Chapter ThirteenOut of the Blue-Chapter Thirteen by SareBear96
I screamed as I fell towards the water. It was like a nightmare, it felt like I was moving in slow motion. Even with my super speed I wouldn't be able to escape the water now.
A bunch of ideas that were impossible flashed through my head. I could freeze the water but humans would see. I could part the water but humans would see. I could simply fall and turn into a mermaid but humans would see!
There was nothing I could do now except accept my fate. They'll expose me and I'll never be able to go back home because I'll get arrested. But if I stay here I'll be a science experiment. I couldn't possibly wipe every student and teachers memories. I'm doomed.
This all flashed through my head in a second as I fell. Then I hit the water with a splash. The water engulfed me and bubbles tickled around me as they rose back to the surface. I floated there hovering over the bottom, not wanting to surface.
I'd never thought it'd end like this. I've put my entire
Out of the Blue-Chapter TwelveOut of the Blue-Chapter Twelve by SareBear96
Natalie told me the class we had next was English. I didn't understand why they would need to teach us a language we already knew but I went anyway. As we took our seats a boy in front of us turned around to greet us.
"Hey I'm Collin. You're new here right?" he said addressing me.
"Yeah it's just temporary though, she's usually home-schooled and is seeing what school is like," Natalie added quickly thinking up a reason for my sudden disappearance tomorrow. I once again admired her quick wit. She would be a great lawyer.
"Yes that's right. I'm Marissa by the way," I answered.
"Nice one standing up to Stacy like that. It's about time someone told her off. I'm surprised she gave up so easily though," he added.
"Let's just say, I'm very persuasive," I said smirking at my inside joke.
"Alright class quiet now, the lessons starting," the teacher called out as he walked through the door.
The teacher began to hand out a bunch of rectangular blocks of paper.
Out of the Blue-Chapter ElevenOut of the Blue-Chapter Eleven by SareBear96
As we made our way to the cafeteria I glanced around curiously at everything along the way. The school was a set of two rectangular building separated by a small courtyard in the middle. The building we were just in had 3 levels and housed all the classrooms.
The courtyard was filled with a bunch of decorated gardens with colourful flowers and the grass was a bright green. There were multiple tables placed strategically around and a few kids already sat in them with their lunches.
We headed toward the smaller building ahead and I began to smell food and hear noise as we got closer. Then I was hit by a huge wave of scents and noise as Natalie held open the door for Grace and I. I soon realised the building was actually one big room.
On one side of the room there was a large line of students. They all had trays and were filling their trays with different types of human food available from platters. There was a few adult humans behind the counter working a register
Basilisk VoicesDo you still hear those voicesBasilisk Voices by Sparks-Fly-Upward
that utter their unearthly language when
the light has gone from your world;
that take on a serpentine form
to slither about the room and
sully all things that glisten with
their undying sense of vainglory;
They ensnare you and entangle you
with their words that tear you
from any sense of solace.
They overload the senses and parlyze
the mind so that not a single gay thought
is given a chance to take root
Instead those thoughts are swallowed
whole by the basilisk voices that choke
and snarl as they wolf down the last
remaining severances of a liberated mind.
Morphing in and out of solid existance,
the serpants in silver and celadon begin to darken,
to turn almost invisable while they hold fast
their insidious fangs to your jugular.
Those foul spawns of the conscience are
now shadowy warriors that roar with insults and
stab your every orifice with their time-rusted blades
until you can no longer stand
in the ruby sea
Into the Darkness chapter 10Chapter 10- the Journey BeginsInto the Darkness chapter 10 by Dragongirl651
Three hours West of Skandor, the forest looked even more menacing. The grey trees were taller and thicker, the vines grew thorns and barbs, some of which looked poisonous, and the rivers and streams became rarer and rarer as they advanced. In addition, the forest was filled with SOUND. The chirping and chattering of birds and insects, the wind rustling through the dark leaves, the creaking of branches, and the occasional howl or roar of a distant beast.
Ruan guided the small group through the forest, followed closely by Taryn, who was holding a map and occasionally pointing things out. Ammil was next, followed by Maldor, who seemed ready for a fight at any given moment. Lienne brought up the rear, scanning the forest for signs of movement. At first, the five of them had talked about trivial things- the weather, the changes in their surroundings, the strange trees and animals they encountered. But it wasn't long before t
Into the Darkness chapter 9Chapter 9- Capital noticeInto the Darkness chapter 9 by Dragongirl651
City hall and the area around it were buzzing with activity. There were Hunters all around- talking to each other, showing off their weapons, eating, buying from the stands that had sprung up overnight... The place was the busiest that Lienne had ever seen it.
Taryn had refused to tell her why it was so important they go. Ever since the disaster that had happened with Ashpelt, neither of them had been particularly excited about Hunting, not even Lienne. So when Taryn woke her and told her in an excited voice that it was important that they go to city hall, Lienne was naturally curious about what had broken his depression.
The focus of the attention seemed to be a notice almost as large as the notice board itself. The paper it was printed on was tinged a light blue, as opposed to the usual whites and yellows that appeared. The crowd gathered around it made it impossible for her to get close enough and see wh
1940There was still enough light from1940 by Sparks-Fly-Upward
the raging fires outside to bless the alter where I waited
with our rings,
lilies-of-the-valley still braided into my hair.
The priest rests in his Lord's embrace,
garbed in crimson threads at the cathedral's gateway,
Nazi bullets in his body and in his Bible.
Our wedding banners are piles of chared ash
blessed by the coming lightning war.
The holy water has dried up, but my tears
still have not.
You said you'd come back, that you'd be mine,
to have and to hold
'til the bitter flames of death should tear us
But never did I get to hold you again,
to waltz with you in our first night of matrimony,
to watch the sun rise over the Meuse when
the rays came to bless our first
day as a single, perfect soul.
I'll stay here at the alter of St. Lawrence,
praying for you to come back
and leave your weapon at the door.
Though the ceiling may crumble and
the pipe organ collapse with a mighty
roar, they cannot hurt me now.
They cannot touch us ever again
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14“What do you mean you’re an alien?” Ace asked his sister, his eyes wide with disbelief. Damien had adapted to the situation a lot quicker than Alexis would’ve thought. Then again, he did once room with Robin so she shouldn’t have been that surprised.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14 by VerySecretAccount
A flare of jealousy enveloped her as she thought of Robin and Damien living with each other. She flushed and shook her head.
“I mean, Sammy, from before, told me all this shit about how I’m from a different galaxy thing and Robin is somehow connected to this. She told me that something was going to happen to us.” Alexis condensed it for all three of them; even she had some trouble understanding it.
“She did say that some people were going to try and come to ‘collect’ me.” She decided to refrain from going into any more detail due to the way the topic was heading, the last thing she wanted was Ace going ape shit in front of Damien.
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13“Why do you think I honestly need someone with me while I do this?” Robin sighed, rolling her eyes. In one hand was a jagged knife and the other held her hair high in a bobble. Nero stared at her with concern whilst Kai chuckled somewhere in the background.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13 by VerySecretAccount
“Don't girls get emotional about this type of stuff?” He asked, confused for once. He had offered to take over but Robin wouldn’t let him. She was too worried about him getting all emotional about it.
“Most girls yes but I have the time so I can grow it all back again.” She replied, pointing towards the door of her former apartment. She came back to do this and explain to Damien why she will be leaving.
“But still, isn’t it a primary code in your brains to get emotional about hair?” Nero cried, trying to get her to see the point he was trying to make.
“You’re just dragging this on Nero, just let me cut and you can cry over it later.” With a ragged movement
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12“What do I have to do first mother?” Robin asked her mother.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12 by VerySecretAccount
“First, you have to get people on your side. You need to get people you can trust and rely on. Only bring up three people at the maximum. Too many people will attract unwanted attention from your enemies, even your best friend.” Her mother complied.
Robin sighed unhappily, knowing what was going to come next. She was going to have to signal Him. Fucks sake this was going bad. She knew that she could trust Him but he could just take things too bloody well far.
Despite the upcoming events, she still kept her identity carefully concealed beneath the fašade that she had acquired over the many years of her existence. Robin knew that she wouldn’t be exhausted by the prospect of keeping up the mirage but it could help her if she let it go once in a while.
She was walking along the snowy paths when she finally noticed something. A crackling TV was spitting out the news in the pub to her left.
we lost some things along the wayYou started using,we lost some things along the way by SeptemberSkies2298
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
this rosebud is an unwavering sentinelMy mouth seals shut,this rosebud is an unwavering sentinel by SeptemberSkies2298
pink lips pressed tight around
all the words I want to say.
There they stand, stoic sentries
to my tangled thoughts until
the perfect phrase wiggles free-
shoves with all its feeble strength
against my flesh and
the drawbridge falls at last.
(these gates have been locked for years, you were long gone before the syllables assembled)
baby, I'm starvingKnife and fork in fistbaby, I'm starving by SeptemberSkies2298
at the table I wait,
served up for me
your heart on a plate.
Eating AloneThe evening news arrives and I mute it.Eating Alone by RussianTim
An anchor watches me stoically through
the screen before her facade is replaced by
a body bag being bowled into an ambulance.
Red and black under the white plastic.
The bottom caption briefly reads-
“Drug dealer shot dead in Englewood.”
Then, effortlessly, the image changes to
fabric softener commercials and me
taking another bite of my dry turkey sandwich.
The next day I learn he was sixteen years old.
Televisions hum in every room of the house.
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