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T005:: RotSaliva dribbled from her lips, mingling with the fresh blood dripping from her chin. She ate rather quietly, nibbling on the fingertips. The young girl treated the hand gently. Delicately, even. She licked it up and down before softly pressing her teeth down on the bright, fair flesh. Softly, at first, then harder and harder until the skin burst and scarlet lukewarm fluids rushed into her mouth and flowed serenely down her parched throat.T005:: Rot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face caked with blood and matted black hair shielding her eyes of an unknown colour. Hunched over, scrawny and weak-looking. Enveloped thinly, everywhere really, in glossy red film of a kind. Anyone, se
T010: BreatheBlood. Blood everywhere.T010: Breathe4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
What the hell was this!?
Blood, guts, bone, gore. Littering the floor in tiny chunks and pieces… meat…?
The young man, trembling, dared to look down the deserted alleyway, palms sweating and fist clenching the strap of his cloth grocery bag. Blood… what was this? A murder?
Past experiences allowed Honeymilk to summon his courage and step into the alley, though he had never in his whole life been able to calm his beating heart once it started hammering against the inside of his chest.
A chill ran up his spine as he lifted his shoe to take another step, and found that it was sticky….
Blood… not even dry.
Another step.
Crunch.
……some sort of food wrapper. Not related.
Crunch.
Wait. He hadn’t moved.
So what was that sound?
Crunch.
T009:: Cut8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Penny for Your ThoughtsI spent my childhood kneeling on the hard wooden floors of a temple located away from the cities and towns. I lived in that temple with my sister until we were old enough that we were sent out of the temple to attend a proper middle school instead of being cared for by the priests there. I should have left by myself, but Sara came with me.Penny for Your Thoughts4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She calls herself Sora now. The twit.
I met Miyabi in high school. Does he remember? Probably not.
His teary face is cute. His angry face is cute. His happy face isn't so cute, but he's still cute. Miyabi is cute.
I don't want him to get bored of me. How do I make this interesting…?
Teasing the person you love sure is fun.
"Miyabi" is written with the characters for "graceful" or "elegant". It doesn't suit him. The slut. He he he...
I want to know everything about him. I know everything about him.
He's mine. I've locked him up and tied him to me. But it's still not enough.
Don't speak, don't listen, don't see. No one else but me.
If you hate m
Re: Waiting1 year ago in Free Verse
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MH: Content (Halloween)It was late. Perhaps midnight. Maybe even later. Well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was alone.MH: Content (Halloween)7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally.
The kitchen had an eerie atmosphere at night. It was most likely due to the silence and the dull gleam of metal tools, reflecting the low glow of the silvery moon from the window at the back. It was immediately switched into a business-like area the moment the lights flickered on. Clean and orderly, there wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen, not even on the top of shelves that nearly touched the ceiling. Good.
Shane slipped the spatula off his wrist and set it on the counter. He didn't need it for what he had in mind. Making sure that his sleeves were rolled up properly so they wouldn't come loose and interrupt him in the middle of his work, he then took out what he needed from several compartments in the kitchen.
One and a half cups of flour...
Three quarters a cup of cocoa powder...
Three quarters a cup of softened butter...
An eighth of a t
A Reader's ChildThe girl lookes at her children. Smiling, she ran a finger over every one of them, whispering their names in voice so soft, as though any louder, they would wake up and call endlessly for attention. With each name, she would tap her finger exactly three times on the top of the chils's spine. Three seconds was all it took.A Reader's Child1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
In those seconds, the girl would recall the child's entire story. In those seconds, the girl would have remembered how she adopted the child.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
A tear leaked out from the mother's eye as she hovered over the spine of a particular child. Her gaze followed the horrid scars that marred its sp
Happy New Year"Good morning, Callium," Honeymilk smiled at the drowsy younger boy as he stumbled into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair, the greeting not quite registering in his brain. Unperturbed by the lack of response, Honeymilk proceeded to dish out a few pancakes in front of Callium, who looked ready to drop off again despite the stretches he routinely executes in his room. Mumbling something that the wild cat hybrid guessed was a form of thanks, the other began to attack his meal with energy that contrasted his earlier state.Happy New Year1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
-_-_-_-_-_-
Shiori mumbled softly as some inner part of him decided that he had had enough sleep and dragged him out o
BetrayedWhat does it matterBetrayed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you hate me?
if you love me?
if you thought we were friends?
Why should it matter to you
if I killed your closest friends?
if I murdered your only family?
if I did it all in cold blood?
What does it matter
if I only pretended to be your friend?
if I was laughing behind your back?
if I turned all against you?
Why should it matter
if I'm the two-faced creature?
if I'm the one with no loyalties?
if all I'm out for is personal gain?
What does it matter
if I'm despised by you?
if I'm rejected by you?
if I don't even exist to you?
Why should it matter?
What does it matter?
After all
You were the one who
Brush the...Brush the snow white petalBrush the...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a beautiful flower
So perfect and serene
In its unmistakable beauty
Brush the snow white petal
Watch as it turns
From that glowing soft colour
Into that of decay and rot
Brush the snow white petal
And behold the terrible sight
Of a lovely flower disappear
Into small fragments of dirt
Brush the dead brown flower
And look at its decayed beauty
Shattered into small fragments
Of long forgotten serenity
Brush the dead brown flower
And watch as the fresh breeze
Blows its pitiful remnants away
With a carressing hand
Brush the dead brown flower
Once a sight to behold
Now a sight to be ignored
Forev
FriendsDo you have a best friend? A sibling to you in all but blood? Yes? So did Alyss. Alyss met hers in her first year of school, pre-school to be exact. They were in the same class. Alyss noticed the girl during the classical "Stand up and tell us about yourself" event. The girl didn't stand out. She was short for her age and had a long braided ponytail and a confident voice bu was nothing special. Nonetheless, Alyss was instinctively drawn to her. Though she did not know her name, Alyss had been spacing out when the girl intoduced herself, Alyss somehow knew that that girl would teach her a very important lesson. If only she knew how right she wFriends2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Come, comeCome, come comeCome, come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a world so grand
Come, come, come
To an amazing land
Such a beautiful place
Where mistakes will be pardoned
Where tea is served with grace
In a quaint little garden
Served by a man in mossy green
Wearing a tall top hat
A smile forever across his lips
And jokes and laughs play about the table
As his friend, a small little mouse
Stumbles about the table
And a brown hare eats strawberry cake
While mischevious little cat
Nips about and steals some biscuits
Before vanishing with cheerful eyes
And an even more cheerful grin
Beyond this garden lies even grander sights
A lovely castle surrounded by flowers so br
OC Info: PhylixName: Number 4/Phylix (Pronounced: Fee-licks) (His nickname is Phy in which case it's pronounced: Fai (like the 'fi' in 'fight'))OC Info: Phylix2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark brown, short hair. He wears an eyepatch (not that he needs it) to hide his pale blue eye (he's got one green, one pale blue eye and, where he lived, people considered those with mismatched eyes to be unlucky). He has four piercings on his left ear, as proof that he's in rank 4 in Dawn(see Author's Comments). Phylix wears a button-up turtleneck shirt and a vest with the word "Bravery" on the shoulder. Besides that, he wears fingerless gloves, jeans and sneakers.
Attitude: Ph
Everything You EverHere lies everything,Everything You Ever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world I wanted at my feet
So what now?
You lie there.
You lie still.
You lie lifeless
My victory's complete
So hail to the king
For I have won at last
My success has arrived
My wish has been lies
My hopes within reach
(Everything you ever...)
Wanted? Hated?
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't want to.
Arise and sing
For your beautiful hopes.
Your useless efforts
Your hopeless endeavour
Your naive dreams
So your world benign
So you think justice has a voice
And yet "Justice" destroyed you
"Justice" pulled the trigger.
"Justice" ended you, not I.
"Justice" did nothing as you left.
And we al
Love, Left, Alone. {Pt. 1}Cupid awoke to a bright new day, cuddled comfortably underneath his blankets. Half-closed, sleepy indigo eyes popped up above the covers, and the young boy hidden underneath let his drowsy gaze slip the window. Without a sound, he slithered out of his bed and sidled up to it. He carefully pinched the curtains open and looked out to the perfect blue sky. Then, he smiled to himself and slid the drapes apart properly. Cheerfully, he went to the bathroom, splashed his face with water, then went to dress.Love, Left, Alone. {Pt. 1}2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mikael had brought him to the tailor's just last week, and Cupid equipped his new attire -- an outfit comprised of checked shorts, a white button-up with frilled-sleeve adornments, long socks, polished black shoes and a gentleman's hat -- with a certain joy that bubbled deep down from his heart. This joy stemmed from the clothes that Mikael had gotten just for him, but that same joy also branched out to what Cupid knew about the day's agenda.
He wondered if Lucifer would mind if he....
...
Love, Left, Alone {Pt. 3}"Was it a nightmare?"Love, Left, Alone {Pt. 3}2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
. . .
Cupid lay awake in bed, as he had been the whole night, as if standing vigil. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep. It felt like he couldn't. Shouldn't.
Something amazing had just happened. It wasn't right to sleep.
He hadn't slept for the past three days. It had all happened so, so fast.
"I don't know.
"Maybe it was a dream.. Maybe it is a dream.
"If I go to sleep, I'll wake up.
"...mn..."
For the whole night he'd watched the shadows dancing behind his eyes, and when the Sun began to rise he switched to watching its light creep across the floor. When, at last, its fingers brushed his bed, he got out of bed and inspected the bandages on his hands. To cover up the piercings of the thorns. From... from that day.
"That day"?
It sounded so far away...
The young boy washed his face. Put on his clothes. Wore his socks. Then his shoes.
Then, like a lifeless shell, ironic as it was, he walked out of his room.
Not too far down the hallway, he stop
Love, Left, Alone {Pt. 4}Numb. Black. Silent.Love, Left, Alone {Pt. 4}2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was all Cupid could feel or think of. It was all he heard, all he saw, all he thought of.
Vinson was gone. After he'd left the throne room, Cupid had lingered there, stunned. Afraid. He'd whimpered, "come back," but it was too late. He was alone.
He hadn't had much time to think, however, and was soon swept away by the festivities. He rushed through each and every one of them, and because of this spilled some wine on the table cloth. No one noticed, apparently, and that was good. Quickly, quickly, quickly: he finished up his duties, from his coronation to the blessing of the new soldiers.
His duties had began immediately.
He had remembered when Mikael had done it for him, and copied him precisely. Nervous, almost stumbling. But he had done it. He had done it. Quickly.
Without even changing out of his robes, the first thing Cupid did was rush to Vinson's room.
Gone.
He went to Mikael's room.
Empty.
Back to Vinson's room.
Empty.
With each pacing, back and forth,
[PKR] Interview with the Death Director1) Choose one of your own characters (OC).[PKR] Interview with the Death Director2 weeks ago in Comedy More Like This
2) Make them answer the following questions.
OC's Name: Sakurato Yoshiaki
1) What gender are you?
I dunno, what do you think? *laughs cheerfully*
2) What is your age?
I'm 39 this year.
3) Do you want a hug?
Do you? *grins and holds his arms out for the promised hug*
4) Do you have any bad habits?
I like pudding. *eating some*
5) What is your favorite food?
Peach cobbler. *sighs dreamily, rather dramatically, and smiles* Nyum.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
Peaches!~
7) Are you a virgin?
At this age? *chuckles* Should I be?
8) Have you killed anyone?
*he smiles quietly and puts a finger to his lips, winking discretely* Now, now... this is the Death Citadel.
9) Do you hate anyone?
Ahh... I forgot I have paperwork to do. So many bodies recently...
10) Do you have any secrets?
Who doesn't? *smiles pleasantly*
11) What is your favorite season?
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A TravellerTwirling 'round the worldA Traveller3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my bells of sanity
and ringing sounds of old
On a painting of humanity
I'm flitting through the sky
On the wings of vanity
Everywhere I look,
It's motherfucking agony
Sifting through the trees
Though it's dark and hard to hide
The whistling of the breeze
Says it's very latest last goodbyes
You shelter in the screams
Of the wind that shrieks of pain
It tears apart the seams
of the hope you clung to
Now there's nowhere left to hide
And there's nowhere left to turn
There's no one to hold the gun
Let your sanity return
Though I'd do it if I could
And I really think I would
It doesn't take that much for the dark to take it back.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
-chk
[MA] Man-Eater Interview1) Choose one of your own characters (OC).[MA] Man-Eater Interview1 month ago in Comedy More Like This
2) Make them answer the following questions.
OC's Name: Peter-Marie Shenzii
To avoid confusion:
I = Peter
We/us= Peter and his little voice
He = the little voice
{{ Thanks for your time ||D }}
1) What gender are you?
Male? *He smiles, thinking it a strange question*
2) What is your age?
I'm... um... *hesitates* ......we think I'm 17.
3) Do you want a hug?
Nope.
4) Do you have any bad habits?
*tilts his head* He says I eat too messily. Hnn... I guess we almost got in trouble that one time. *he giggles mysteriously*
5) What is your favorite food?
*Drool dribbles from his lips* Hehehe... sweet children... tender men...
You back about three steps away. Cautiously.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream fla
Love, Left, Alone. {Pt. 2}"What should I do now?" Cupid giggled. He kicked a stone across the room, then yelped, chasing after it. He caught it just before it fell over the edge, past the railing, and possibly onto someone's head. He peeked over the banister, peering downwards to see if anyone was standing anywhere below.Love, Left, Alone. {Pt. 2}2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
....nope.
"I know! I'll go wait at the gates!" he laughed nervously. "They should be back soon, right?"
He paused.
"No. Father didn't exactly say when they'd be back," he murmured, though his feet took him down the steps and across the gardens. "Still! Maybe they'll be happy that someone'll be there to welcome them home."
Humming a little hymn, Cupid stopped to sniff at the flowers scattered around the garden. He wandered from bush to tree to plant to patch, and back to tree. Then he froze in his tracks, mesmerized. There, behind the rose bushes, was a gorgeous silver flower. Its petals were a sparkling shade of silver, but its core was pitch black as night. It reminded him of Mikael.
Oh, but
Jathen's Diary 6Jathen's Diary 66 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
November 29, 1980
Lily wants me to stay at school over Christmas. I can’t help feeling disapointed; I thought I was going to spend the holiday with them. I have loads of homework to do though, so I suppose it makes sense for me to stay. I just...this is the first...it’s been almost a year since... I wish she’d write to me the way she used to, these short letters are starting to worry me.
~***~
December 25, 1980
I’ve been staying in the dormitory a lot since term ended. The common room is crowded with more than the usual number of students spending Christmas at Hogwarts, so I end up feeling even more alone, and the
Death's Garden(Black Rose Pedal)Death's Garden1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A quiet place of deathly beauty
Full of horrific screams
This place will truly
Terrorize your dreams
A garden of black roses
Their pedals dry as bone
Cover your noses
Their scent will turn you to stone
There are other plants and flowers
In this haunted place
But none of them have the power
To kill with such grace
Black is the color of funerals
Has been for many years
Just like the Roman Numerals
Things can live through fear
You better be ready
When it rains pedals black
Keep your focus steady
Never let it crack
These dreaded flowers
Once Death's display of pride
Have been cast from his tower
Leaving
How Empty Can We Get? Chapter one CHAPTER ONE: THE JUDGE OF THE SHATTEREDHow Empty Can We Get? Chapter one5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stood there. My neck wrapped around with rope, that connects to a wooden frame. I was standing on a stool, outside of a courtyard. The crowd's glares were towards me, all of them were dressed in royal blue. There was two coffins, one for me, and the victim that lead me to this fate. A man stood in front of a podium, covered in a black ritual wear. The judges of trials like this usually wear the costume, it was a large mask that covered the entire head, and a long gown with different patterns that represent the dead. The man's face was emotionless because of the mask. But his voice boomed to th
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