Spirit of Music - Chapter OneSpencer was running, where to, he had no idea. All he knew was he had to run. Shouts and footsteps behind him were getting louder now, as he looked round he could see a large man in a red velvet, gold braided coat lumbering after him. Face purple with rage.Spirit of Music - Chapter One8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scooting round a pillar and jumping over debris into a nearby, half closed off theatre, Spencer stood still, his heart racing at more miles an hour than he could run. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He could hear the heavy breathing of his chaser, though his legs felt like they had been replaced with lead, Spencer pushed on. A white and gold edged music box tucked tightly under his left arm. “Come on now, Spencer,” the voice of his chaser echoed into the emptiness, “give us the music box and nobody gets hurt.”
Spencer felt his back collide with something metal, a rusty ladder loomed above him. With his free arm, he pulled himself up, ignoring the flakes of rust that scratched him through his flannel
The Day She DiedShe died at precisely 15:42:56, Monday, October 29th, 2029.The Day She Died35 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
It shouldn’t come as a surprise, really. It had been coming for a long time...The day of her death; But humans have a funny way of making everything a surprise.
It started mid September. She was becoming paranoid, her personality changing drastically. Her life was perfectly fine though. I watched, as if through a window, learning every inch of her. Her expressions seemed rather strained...maybe even fake. Her parents failed to notice the change. They kept going to work while her paranoia grew and her fears turned to reality. I think a kids biggest nightmare is having their bad dreams come to life.
Voices without bodies roamed her head. Every noise taunted her, as if her life was some kind of cruel joke to laugh about. It all felt very real to her. Despite this, she moved through life like a robot, an expert at hiding the knot growing in her stomach, and the anxiety that weighed so heavily on her mind. She was an open boo
Broken Wings ( Santos x Lucifer)So cold Lucifer became after the fall. All that sinful love he had for him did not perish in the fall neither...No matter how much the being he loved became something he hated....In a way; he perished in the fall.Broken Wings ( Santos x Lucifer)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It became unbearable with the kitsune. He was so...hard up on destroying him...Destroying the love he had for the ill-fated Gwenyth. Trapping him there as a penance for what was never meant to be...For years.
But of for years, for all the years...There were times he saw the cruel facade crack. He saw the old him lurking underneath that smirk, hiding in those dead eyes. He loved him; he could see all that he was capable of.
Sometimes this unrequited love was so painfully maddening. Perhaps that’s why he let himself fall for the kitsune prince. A laughable way to purge himself of an unattainable love. He fell hard, but not as hard as he did when he fell for Lucifer...
He could have wept for the torment lashed upon the innocent kitsune, for he knew nothing of the whys, h
The Lantern Boy - Vol. I - Chapter 47The Lantern Boy - Chapter 47 - A Cold AfternoonThe Lantern Boy - Vol. I - Chapter 478 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday, 6th of December, 2010; 3:02 PM
It was now the final bell of the day and everyone was leaving their respective classes. Edward was with Rebecca and Annika walking toward down the hall. Rebecca was wearing the suit that she was wearing on the day she went to Edward’s house. “Hey, Edward…” Rebecca said. “…me and Annika are going to the playing field, you want to come?” ”Sure.” Edward said. “I won’t be picked up until four o’ clock anyway.”
The three were now outside walking towards the playing field. “It sure has gotten cold hasn’t it?” Rebecca asked. “Yeah, I noticed.” Annika said. Annika was wearing a white winter jacket. The jacket had three patches, a circular patch on the left breast that said “Proud to be Polish” and had the Polish flag in the center with the Polish coat of arms; the second patch was the flag
Spirit of Music - Chapter Two“When are you going to join the world and lean to drive?”Spirit of Music - Chapter Two7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rhythm looked up from where she was mending the chain on her bike, “not everybody drives, Lula. Besides, I like my bike.”
Lula sighed and looked up behind her at Rhythm’s converted railway carriages, “and another thing, are you ever going to buy a house?”
Her friend laughed, “this is my house.”
“Rhy, it’s two converted old railway carriages!” Lula cried, cropped blonde hair blowing slightly in the breeze, “you can’t possibly be comfortable here!”
“Lula, Lula, Lula,” Rhythm smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she turned her bike up the right way. “I have everything I could ever need, mod cons and all. Hey, I even have Sky TV!” she tied her bike to a railing at the end of the front carriage and climbed past Lula into the kitchen. “You’ve stayed here before, you should know.”
“What would y
Spirit of Music - PrologueThe chatter around the room fell to a hush as the lights plunged into darkness. Six tiny flames loomed towards the table occupied by a small group of giggly children. The small red haired girl sat in the middle leapt from her chair and cowered under the table in fright. “Come out, come out,” a woman bent down to her, “they won’t hurt you.”Spirit of Music - Prologue8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“But I don’t like them, Mum!” the girl squeaked, close to tears as her Mother lifted her back onto her chair, “go on, make a wish.” The girl eyed the flames like they were tigers, ready to pounce. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the flickering light. “Hurry up, Rhythm!” her brother moaned, “I’m not eating cake with wax all over it!”
Glaring at him, Rhythm closed her eyes and wished, wished with everything she had. “I wish I knew, I wish…” she opened one eye and peeked at the gold and box that shut with a gold clasp, sitting on torn scraps of
Spirit of Music - Chapter ThreeWarm rays of sunlight streamed through the leaves of the large oak tree, patterning Spencer’s face. His eyes slowly flickered open, squinting in the light. He sat up, almost losing his balance, looking down to his feet he realised he was in the tree. “Strange,” he muttered, “I could have sworn I was in a theatre.”Spirit of Music - Chapter Three7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“You were,” a voice from nowhere caused Spencer to fall from the branch.
“Ow!” he sat up, frowning and rubbing his head through his cap, “who said that?”
“I did,” an aging man with a wiry grey beard down to his collarbone, stepped round the tree. He looked down at Spencer with kind pale eyes, “you really should be more careful.”
“Who are you?”
“My name, young Spencer, is Jersey. You are somewhere, yet you are nowhere.”
Spencer frowned intensely, “I’m sorry, Sir, it’s too early for riddles.”
Jersey watched him carefully, long cream sleeves f
Spirit of Music - Chapter FourRhythm had thought about her parents and their move a lot since her conversation with Lula. It made her angry, upset and betrayed all at once. She strolled round the edge of the “Great Bath,” staring into it as if she was life guard for the Romans. The Roman Baths, where she worked, had only just opened to the public for the day. She sat in one of the alcoves, dragging her hair up into a shiny bun, the 46°C heat of the water always made that area feel like a sauna. It would be a while until the first visitors got down to where she was so she sat back against the stone wall, gazing at the sparkling green water and allowed herself to amble down memory lane.Spirit of Music - Chapter Four6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was summertime, Rhythm had just completed her degree in History and now she was packing to leave halls for the final time. “You will come back up to London to visit, won’t you?” her friend, Mollie, asked, giving her a tight squeeze. “Of course,” Rhythm smiled, returning her hug,