Chapter 8 - Forgotten Rendezvous The dull thud of the mug hitting the floor gave no echo. Midnight Harvest just stared with bloodshot eyes at where it had dropped. He'd emptied it, and a dozen before it. His other mug was still half-full. The pony reached, but watched as his leg split into two hazy images. He tried to fit his hoof into the handle, but only pushed that mug over too. He bared his teeth, clenching so hard it hurt. Giving up on trying to use the mugs he flopped onto the table and slid his legs to wrap around the bottle. Three empty ones were strewn around him, two others broken in the kitchen. With difficulty he finally managed to tip it so the opening was in his mouth.Chapter 8 - Forgotten Rendezvous20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His sense of balance did not approve as he leaned back. Midnight tipped over and collapsed onto the floor, losing his grip on the bottle. The cider spilled onto him, inciti
TFP: Escapism - Chapter 6Chapter 6TFP: Escapism - Chapter 62 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unbeknownst to Optimus, Ratchet and Arcee, Bumblebee had been watching the whole argument. He had heard every last word and accusation, gasping quietly when Arcee’s fury came full force. After the whole situation ended, he had crept back to his own room, his doorwings trembling with emotion.
He was scared, for one thing. He just couldn’t believe how frightening Arcee could be and her disregard for how Breakdown was shocked him. That also made him angry, how could she be so horrible!? He wouldn’t do that to anyone, even if they ‘deserved’ it!
All of it gave way to sadness.
He sighed quietly, his steps slowing down until he came to a halt. He was worried for Breakdown; he had been when he initially came in, but it seemed the longer he was here, the more that concern grew. That panic attack today had been the peak of worry and he wanted to help the blue mech in any way he could.
He looked up, blinking in
The Killer Eyes: AnChapter XXI: Bow to your queenThe Killer Eyes: An11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up in the morning.I was in my bed and Damon was looking at me lovely.
- Morning my love!
I said and kissed him on his cheek.Then I looked in his eyes and he pressed his lips on mine.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah,I've never been better.And all thanks to Dean and Cas.
- How about if you would lay in bed and I'll make you breakfast to apologize for yesterday.
- Is OK,you were just worried for me...you don't have to do this.
- Please,let me do that!
I said in my sweetest tone.
- Ok,but don't you ever use that tone again with me...it's too sweet.
He said looking really serious,looking straight in my eyes.
He smiled and kissed my forehead.I got up from bed and ran down the stairs,in the kitchen and started to cook eggs with bacon.After a little bit Dean showed up.
- Hey.How's going?
- Yeah,pretty bad.I have a headache.
- There you go.
I said looking at him.
- No, I have to thank you...for Damon! Thanks for all
The Living May FallAfter the fire stopped, which took an unnatural amount of time, people gathered in the clearing across from the makeshift mayor’s office. A lot of people mulled around looking sullen, some sank to their knees, sobbing, and many others went to work gathering the bodies into two distinct sections, the dead and the living.The Living May Fall3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dead would be burned in the fire that inhabited where the fountain used to flow. The living would be examined and the bitten or scratched would be shot. If they weren’t injured, had passed out, or something as small and insignificant as that, then they would be free to join the others in the mess hall for dinner, or breakfast, or lunch, or whatever meal they happened to be serving at the time. If their injuries were severe; broken legs, deep cuts, or large wounds, they would be buried alive. I guess the theory is that if they were strong enough, they would be able to claw their way to the surface, and return to the world of the living. And if they weren&
Dead Horse Rising - 140 They were alone again, trudging through the night as if the last two hours had never happened. So strange, it felt, to be reunited with their companions of these last few days, only to separate from them all over again so quickly. It was only temporary though. They just had to get to this store, steal a few armloads of merchandise, and they'd be right on their way to meeting back up again, then getting out of this place forever.Dead Horse Rising - 1404 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miranda trudged in Mortimer's footsteps, walking like a sulking teen. You know the walk. It's the one where you move real slow with your hands in your pockets and your head slouched and your feet swinging loose and wide like they were just dangling there, swishing in the breeze. He said they were in a hurry, but Mortimer didn't seemed to be bothered by her pacing. He led the way in silence.
Miranda's phone chirped. Rachel was contacting her already.
Miranda thought it might be a bit soon to b
Knowing PrologueknowingKnowing Prologue3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most people don't know this, but the world is a lot older than is commonly known.
That includes what people involved with "science" think they know. The details
get lost over time, but the story is pretty much the same. The old saying about
being condemned to repeat history you aren't aware of is as true as it ever was.
The world has been made of 'haves' and 'have nots' for enormous spans of time.
We are 'have nots'. We are something between feral animals and lab rats in the
grand scheme of things. It's true. The big difference is, someone turned out
the lights in the lab and went home and left all the doors unlocked, and never
came back. Writing about why they never came back may be a bit more than the
story I want to tell at the moment. Maybe that is the more interesting tale, but
it isn't the one that keeps me up at night.
This is the story that keeps me up at night.
Beer and Pizza
Maze Runner RPI can do either the book or the movie, but prefer the book since it goes into greater detail. However, I do like how the movie portrays the characters so keep in mind that's what I imagine the characters to look like. ^-^Maze Runner RP22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rules: Third person paragraph ONLY. Sorry, I just can't get enough detail in script writing. Please, let me emphasize THIRD PERSON. This means you will be writing in past tense etc.
Also, no one liners!!! I don't care how brain dead you are, if you are an experienced roleplayer you can come up with at least two sentences on a EXTREMELY bad day. However, don't be afraid to pause the rp if you're brain dead, for the sake of the rp. Just don't not answer back, because that's annoying. I promise I won't get mad or offended if you drop it off
And finally, 18+ only (18+ means there will be gore, swearing, and other adult themes present)
Who I can rp: Thomas, Minho, Newt, Alby, Gally, etc. Don't hesitate to ask me to play anyone I haven't listed!
Who I need: Newt, Minho, or
Unspoken (Remake) Chapter 4: DADDADUnspoken (Remake) Chapter 4: DAD20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Clock Strikes 12
Wednesday 28th May 2014 - 1:11am
It’s just empty words….
Don’t linger on the past….
I realise what I must do now….
I’m going to kill Chrissy….
And no one’s getting in my way!
I lay down next to her body, her empty useless body.
Haha, she’s dead, there’s nothing holding me back now. I dig my glass fingers deeper into my arm. My eyes scream. The warm blood trickles between my blades. I want to scream but I won’t, I’m not a little cry baby anymore, I’m not scared of her. I will win her stupid sick game!
I roll around in the blood. It stains my clothes.
I feel the cut across my chest and back. I feel all the heavy bruises that had punctured me. I can’t even think straight anymore. I laugh and hold the cl-clock-d-DAD! I hold DAD tightly in my arms.
I won’t let you go DAD.
My mind has gone crazy! I wanna cry but instead I laugh. I feel anger though. It’s like a fire
Chapter 7 - Three's a Crowd Confusing flashes of light went crisscrossing through his mind's eye. He felt a headache that bordered intolerable, but couldn't react to it. It was like the stars and flashes and pain held him underwater, surrounding and crushing him. For a moment Ion Cloud forced an eye open, blurry images zooming this way and that. He thought he saw something, a shape maybe, but it was gone. His eye closed again, and as he slipped back beneath the surface he thought he heard music. The pain and lights returned, and he fell away once again.Chapter 7 - Three's a Crowd20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shock of consciousness hit like a falling rock. He didn't jump, cry out, or even move. He felt as if a massive weight was holding him perfectly still. Groaning, Ion Cloud painfully forced his eyes open. Blearily, he tried to make sense of where he was. He was somewhere bright, which was already
Chapter 9 - The Grace of the Heart There was a knock at the door, shattering the silence of the small office. Seated at her desk, Celestia didn't move. She'd been staring at the bare surface of the desk for some time. Even after the loud knock she did not budge or flinch. Her eyes remained on the smooth surface. There had been papers before her some time ago, but they were gone now. She couldn't recall when they had been removed. The whole day had been a haze, as had the one before. Now she simply sat and stared, the stress and worry had finally worn her down enough that her fatigue was too strong to ignore.Chapter 9 - The Grace of the Heart2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The knock came again, and Celestia sluggishly turned her head in the direction of the door. Her horn glowed as she pulled the door open with her magic. She did not wait to see who had come, expecting a guard or attendant with a new report. She had be