New beginningThe spirits had come back. Despite her initial wonder and awe upon hearing of this, she had not been able to stop the bitter disappointment that had gradually come over her, like a poison filling her small frame. She felt so guilty. When the spirits had died, she had not completely understood what had been happening. But she had known, even then, that she hoped they would remain dead. It was a terrible thing to hope for, especially after seeing her mother's reaction to losing her wings; but she hadn't been able to help how she felt, no matter how often she quietly berated herself. After all, when the spirits had, they had taken away the tattoos, and that meant she wouldn't have to ever leave her family. They would not have to be separated, and they would always stay together, her and her mommy and daddy and Tari and Ken and Levian and Dillion and Eli. And maybe her other siblings would come back to them, without their tattoos to keep them away! She had longed for this so desperately, eNew beginning7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Short Story] They Don't Deserve Me It all started off like any other day. Everyone was at the table, eating. Dad hid another book inside his shirt, while mom hesitantly stared at him. I sat there, eating normally unlike the two.[Short Story] They Don't Deserve Me16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But this time, it was different. Not with them, with me. I’ve always felt...different. It’s so confusing, I can’t understand. I mean...why? Why am I born like this? Am I mistake? A defect?
When I finished, I stood and quietly walked to my room whilst the two bickered. I sat down on the bed and looked at myself.
I stared at my hands, or what I wish them to be. I felt my face, which isn’t the kind I wanted to see. I stared at the mirror at the corner of the room. I’m not normal, and I hate it.
The tear started to stream. My vision blurred so much; I had to dirty my suit. I whined and whimpered. I heard footsteps come up and arrive at my door.
Diary of the Conflicted [Entry 1]March 25th, 2015Diary of the Conflicted [Entry 1]7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Rogue. This is my first time writing to you, as you probably know, if you existed. You're full of pages and I'm full of words to fill them with, so let me just get started with my life.
I'm eighteen, a drop out student with no GED or high school diploma. Now, my parents will inform you that this was clearly my decision, and that the reason for my being unsuccessful is remarkably only at my own hands. They're irresponsible and refuse to take a sliver of it for their misconstrued actions. I'm left dealing with the fact that I could have simply kept my mouth shut. I know how they are, but still I decided that requesting permission to drop out was a good idea. In a way, I'm at fault. A big way, I suppose.
My best friend, also my boyfriend, Ash [short for Ashtyn], have been together for almost a year now. At first, things were messy and co
UntitledChapter one: In which descriptions are done.Untitled8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Saria tyr Ahn-Vie smiled brightly. She was once known as Marin, but changed her name after a short time with a friend of hers. He recently moved into her home Country, Kion, as it's more accepting of non-humans. She's visiting him and a friend in the coastal town of Curia. Saria is a slight girl. She has short, straight red hair with a few oddities to it. She keeps it parted to the left, with purple and green streaks in her bangs. Her tips are blond and she has pale skin and freckles across her nose and cheekbones. Her eyes are a startling sight. One is pine green, the other emerald. Neither have pupils. She's about five-two in height and weighs about one-twenty pounds. Today she wore a simple outfit of 'holy' jeans and a tank top. She wasn't wearing any shoes, as she was sitting on the beach by Sarah and a new friend's house. The new friend? A woman named Cassandra. The woman had moved her for similar reasons to her friend Marshall. S
The RipcordThe Ripcord4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
August 22nd, 1997
“Are you ready for him to be dropped off?”
Richard White was on the phone with the founder and CEO of his legal company, Frank Cartel. He stood in the middle of his living room, which was also the office, dining room and kitchen. It was cramped, to say the least, but he had been living there for four months now and was only given two weeks to prepare for the new arrival.
“Right now?” He questioned as he made circles where he stood. He stopped himself and rubbed his dark brown hair back. “Did you already pick him up?”
“We’re on our way over.” Richard heard a car start on the other end of the line, and Frank continued with, “Honestly, I don’t know why I asked. It’s happening today.”
Richard let his head drop back as he sighed. “Alright. How long do I have?”
“I’d give it thirty minutes, depending on the traffic. Hour, tops.