The MirrorAt a time, once in some land, there was a girl. This girl was very pretty, and kind, and loved living with her father very much. Her father had taken care of her since her mother had died of an illness. One day, her father had to go to war. She stayed behind on her own, living in their house and taking care of it. Before he left, the father told her about the magic mirror that they had in the basement. It had to be cleaned once a day, or the demon living inside of it would escape and wreck havoc on the village. He said, "Now, you must not become to focused on the image in that mirror. It may look beautiful at first, but the longer you stare the more it will take on the image that words paint. And no words in the world are truly as you are."
The little girl told him that she would remember that. And so he left. Each day, the young girl would go down to the basement and clean the mirror. And each time she looked in, she saw herself. She was dressed in the finest of dresses, her pinned wi
NightmaresShatter.Nightmares3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All is but matter.
The hunger consumes leaving heart's beat in weak patter.
Hate quickly blooming.
The ties of water and blood are both fading and looming.
The frozen landscape and winds that whip.
Nightmare's true scene.
Haunting and taking your fears more extreme.
Mind's one true font.
Holding within you the carnal beat's want.
From sleep you shake.
As dreamed up old nightmares take your heart to break.
I am the MythRip out my heart, tear it to shreds,I am the Myth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was never mine to begin with.
Your love was bitter killing meds,
But I can't complain- I'm a myth.
Kill me, simply, beautifully, please,
It's all I've ever needed from you.
Now I'm down begging on knees,
I'm over. I'm done. I'm through.
What I AmWhat may have been,What I Am3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All that should be.
As dark as sin,
Not as dark as me.
What I could do,
What I have done.
I try to be you,
But my hearts but none.
What should become,
And then what is,
A misdoings sum,
I am what 'tis.
For I am the night, the darks, and the scream.
I am the hate, the blood lust, and the dream.
I am the human, the dying, and once more what will be.
I am the heart, the mind, and then I am the wise three.
Deadened HeartThis life is one of pain, and sorrow, and never ending slash of the terrorizing sharp blade on the heart. No matter how many times the beating pulse is cut and left to weep crimson tears, always cruel fate knits it back together to start again.Deadened Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heart becomes unrecognizable; simply a mass of stitches and flesh working to beat in anger and pain while keeping the rotting corpse of despair drawing in breath. The flesh begins to rot, falling from bleached white bones to mar the ground and stain the air with the stench of decay and unending death. And just when only the skeleton is left, with that repulsing beating mesh that is the heart, the blade swings down in an arc once more and brings the flesh back to bones, still rotting, still dead, just sewing it back and forcing the poisoned blood back through splitting veins.
The heart bleeds and the dead lips of the living corpse open to let out the never ending scream of agony. And the tortured soul wonders, "Why can I not die?" As he watch
The LonelyThe lonely, it consumes,The Lonely3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lonely, I assume,
has left me here to rot away and fall into my doom.
I'm hiding in the dark
I'm a sparrow, I'm a lark
I'm falling and I'm falling and I'm falling all apart.
I feel my head, it's spinning
Slowly the lonely's winning
But still I fight and still I try, though less than the beginning.
I will not shout, I will not cry,
Just smile and sadly wish you goodbye,
Hold me close and sing my love, that old forgotten lullaby.
So I Have HeardThere is a place in this world, I have heardSo I Have Heard3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where they say it's free, like wind and the bird
There is a place in this life, so I've been told
Where dreams are kept, and never are they sold
There is a place this heart, so it seems
Where it matters not what the shadow screams
There is a place in this mind I hear tell
Where the nightmares are no longer a living hell
There it a part of this universe, this I know
Where the people's hearts are as clean as snow.
The After-PartyYou ready to go? Jace asked.The After-Party6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary looked over at him. They were sitting at the bar in Magnuss house at a party for something. She couldnt remember exactly what the occasion was. She nodded and got down from her chair.
What about Izzy and Alec? she said as she scanned the room. She saw Izzy talking to a faerie knight and Alec and Magnus were on the other side of the room.
They can take care of themselves, Jace said following her gaze. He turned back to her. Lets ditch this joint.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the door. He grabbed her light coat off the coat rack by the door and helped her put it on. Then he held the door open for her as they exited the building.
The streets were practically empty and the Institution wasnt that far away, so they decided to walk rather than take a cab. Jace laced his fingers through Clarys as they walked down the street. He glanced at her ou
TMI Clary and Jace prt.2He was right of coarse.TMI Clary and Jace prt.24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clary's cheek bones stood out on her pale white face, she seemed to have lost allot of weight. She had dark purple lines just under her eyes from the nights of little sleep. Her eyes felt heavy and her clothes were loser on her than they had used to be.
Clary desperately fought back the hot tears she could feel building up behind her eyes. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. He's my brother."
Simon's mouth twisted down into a frown. "I can't believe I'm saying this but... if he means this much to you... maybe... maybe it doesn't matter."
Now it was Simon's turn to look angrily down at the side walk. "You herd me." He muttered.
She couldn't hold back any longer.
A hot torrent of tears fell down her face as her body shook with the sobs. She put her hands over her face to try to cover the tears but it was no use.
"Wha- Clary?!? What is it?"
She sprung forward and wrapped her arms around his torso and cried into hi chest.
"It's okay, Clary. It's oka
Not a Morgernstern in sightClary closed her eyes as she leaned back into the outside wall of Taki's. She breathed in the cool night air as she attempted to calm her body. She knew everyone would be wondering why she had left. Simon, Izzy, Alec and Magnus.Not a Morgernstern in sight6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was the reason she had left. She hadn't been thinking when Izzy had suggested they all go out to dinner. She hadn't realized that they would go to Taki's. She couldn't be with him there, she couldn't look at Jace inside that building. All she would see was his smooth calm face from that night, hear his flat voice in her head.
"I'll just be your brother from now on."
She shuddered, but not from the cold. She had so desperately wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him everything. But he didn't want that. It disgusted him. He just wanted to be her brother. Say it, Clary told herself, say it to yourself. Inside her mind Clary yelled at herself.
Jace is my....
"Clary?" Clary's eyes flew open as she heard the voice call her name. She p
That Special Rune ...***CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***That Special Rune ...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary smiled up at the huge gothic cathedral with its arching spires. She didnt even see the glamour that concealed the Institute anymore unless she concentrated hard. The door opened at her light touch as if it recognised her now, without her even needing to think the entry words. The autumn sunlight streamed through the windows of the foyer, casting puddles of golden light on the marble floor.
She looked at herself in the elevator mirror as she rode up, tilting her head to examine her reflection. She had spent far longer than usual getting ready today. It was the first time she had visited the Institute since they had all returned from Alicante a few days ago, since she and Jace were officially together, and she hadnt been able to decide what to wear. She ended up in her normal clothes; faded jeans, trainers and a simple t-shirt Simon had given her with the slogan I Bite he had given i
Clary's SurpriseClary stared at herself in the mirror. I'm pregnant, she thought to herself. I'm going to be a mother.Clary's Surprise5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She continued to stare at herself as she thought over what she had learned a few minutes ago. Then, a thought popped into her head. Jace. What is he going to think?
Clary didn't have much time to ponder her question because she heard the door close and she knew Jace was back. She heard him call her name, but she still continued to stare at herself in the mirror. She saw Jace's reflection as he walked into the bathroom, but didn't turn to look at him.
"There you are, love," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "I missed you." He placed a kiss at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. As he rested his chin on the spot he had just kissed, he looked at their reflection in the mirror.
"It was only a few hours."
"A few hours too long for me," he murmured against her skin.
How do I tell him? she thought to herself.
He felt her shivering
Jace and Clary-After the War Jace and Clary were walking hand in hand into the Institute. They had just come from a party at Magnus's place. He was having a celebration with all of the Downworlders after the war. All of the Lightwoods and Clary were invited. Alec stayed there with Magnus and Isabelle stayed with Simon. They were alone.Jace and Clary-After the War6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They walked through the hall to Jace's room. They both sat on the edge of the bed, still holding hands.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Jace asked.
Clary kissed him quickly. "I'll be waiting for you." She said with a smile.
He got up, grabbed a towel and a pair of blue pajama pants.
Clary pulled off the heels she had been wearing for the party, swung her feet up on the bed and sat back against the headboard. She was thinking. About everything. About Luke and her mother. About herself and Jace. About Magnus and Alec. So much had happened in the past few weeks. Sebastian was her brother.
Jace and ClaryJace and ClaryJace and Clary4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Like water she spilled across the floor as her back grinned against the wall. Why had he said that? Just her brother? Was it bad she was upset about that? Is it disgusting?
Her head fell onto her knees that hugged her chest, "Jace...why?" she muttered to herself, she wasn't sure why she had said it aloud, not that anyone was around to hear it, maybe it was the fact she loved saying his name. How her brother's name rolled from her lips. Mostly she wondered why she had came here, to the Institute, sitting outside his door. Was he even inside? Fighting the urge to get to her feet and look inside she sunk deeper into the pity grasp of her small body. It wasn't long before she fell asleep, only regretting it when she woke up.
The sound of the piano tingled her ears and tapped her toes. Tumbling in her half sleep she hugged the closest thing beside her. "Jace..." she mumbled as the music hushed and came to a stop.
A snap overcame her, her eyes flew open an
TMI Clary and Jace prt.3Clary ran faster than she knew her legs could carry her, she dodged people and stands with ease. Nothing could stop her, nothing could distract her. Not when she had Jace's smiling face branded into her mind.TMI Clary and Jace prt.34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It seemed that only seconds after leaving Simon she was panting at the front of the old church yard that held the institute. It seemed a lot bigger than usual, like Jace's anger had inflated the whole building. If he was angry maybe she had better come back later. He could be mad at her for any number of reasons right now. Like...
Clary took a deep breath and tried to relax a little. Jace probably mad in the first place. She was just nervous.
Clary took a small step forward and reached out to open the door.
Just as her hand was about to touch the door it sprung open and Alec slipped out.
Clary jumped and jammed a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming.
"Huh? Oh," Alec said darkly. "It's you."
Clary's heart was beating a million miles a minute, and she felt as if someone had slap
Clary and Jace Part 2Ok so this is about 3 hours ahead and Clary is in Jace's room, still holding his hand. Jace has fallen into a coma and Clary is trying to wake him by talking to him. Valentine has been taken to the library and is being watched until he's taken to the city of glass to be held prisoner.Clary and Jace Part 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"I remember the first night we meet. I thought you absolutely crazy and gorgeous" Clary laughed "crazy because you kept on telling me that demons and vampires lived. I never believed it at first but that was only because I didn't want to believe there were worse things out there than us but when I saw you again I knew that if I wanted to be with you I had to believe something that could or couldn't be real."
Clary came to a conclusion that if she told him their story on how they meet, maybe just maybe, Jace might wake up. She held his hand tightly when she came to the part about Valentine--her wicked father-- messing with their minds saying they were family just so he could use Jace, made Clar
Sweet DreamsIt was the first night back from Idris and Clary was up in the greenhouse sketching the midnight flowers in bloom. As far as she knew, everyone else was already asleep, or at least trying to sleep in their rooms. She couldn't blame them either. It was an exhausting trip and if Clary could, she would be fast asleep right now as well, but she wasn't. Her mind kept wandering back to Idris causing her an irritating insomnia. Usually whenever Clary couldn't sleep, drawing would make her drowsy enough to be able to. However that wasn't working tonight, causing even more irritation for Clary since she truly did need sleep and without a doubt she knew there were bags under her eyes from the lack of it.Sweet Dreams5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Clary looked up at the flowers, she realized they were closing up for the remainder of the night and that she would have to continue her drawing the next night. Clary left the greenhouse in a daze and wasn't even sure where her feet had taken her until she saw who's room she was in front of.
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMAREClary's Real Nightmare6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
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READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!
This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
First MarksA soft knock sounded on Clarys door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late.First Marks6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Come in, she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp.
Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. I saw the light under your door. I didnt wake you up?
No, Clary replied, shaking her head.
Good. Jace came into to room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing pyjama trousers, but no shirt. Clary could clearly see the lattice of scars and faint marks of runes that covered his lean, yet muscled body and felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Several permanent runes decorated his skin. After reading the Grey Book she could understand their meanings; protection, grace, balan