LOST INNOCENCE SAGA:ASCENSIONLOST INNOCENCE SAGA:ASCENSION4 years ago in General More Like This
This story is dedicated
to three people. First,
to myself. Second,
to another, who
I hope shall remain forever
anonymous. Third and
most importantly, to the
angel who saved me:
Without these people, this
Story would not exist,
Because it is written both
For them and about them.
"...Is he stable?"
"Yes, his pulse is weak but he is still alive."
"Good. We cannot afford to lose him. We need to keep him alive just a bit longer. This boy is very important."
"It's such a pity. He is so young.... His life has been so hard...."
"No one said life was meant to be easy."
"His cousin also gave up the ghost very young. Meg, I think her name was. He always talks about her. Says he misses her. What ever became of her?"
"I am not the one to say. She was needed for some other purpose. Death is a sad thing for mortals. It's painful. Leaving one's friends and family behind, shedding one's body...crossing a threshold from which no one can return..."
"His life has been
Shattered Era chapter 4Chapter 4Shattered Era chapter 45 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Shards of glass fell to the floor as Malik stood in shock at what was before him. When all the glass had fallen a boy around his age stood where the container had been and looked Malik in the eyes. Malik saw his sword against the boys shoulder but it didnt cut through. The boy saw this and smiled at Malik as if the sword wasnt there. Malik pushed harder with his sword but it didnt scratch the boy.
The boy laughed suddenly, causing Malik to jump back and ready both his swords. What are you? Malik repeated while staring at the boy. The boy stepped out of the container and smiled at Malik
I am a god, but you may call me Clarent he answered.
Malik grinned at this while Ive never killed a god before, this should be fun.
Clarent looked bored you can try came his answer.
Malik rushed at Clarent and began to swing his swords at him; each strike hit Clarent but had no effect. He continued his assault now sen
ASCENSION Part 2The fallen angel lost all concept of time, and lay broken and crippled at the bottom of his pit of torture, as the unholy flames of the eternal night burned his flesh, but did not consume him.ASCENSION Part 24 years ago in General More Like This
Every fiber of his being, every last shred of his existence became synonymous with agony. His soul was on fire, his senses were screaming. His body felt as if it had broken apart. Miraculously, his mind remained conscious in spite of the pain. He lay there for an untold length of time, weak and helpless as he tried to banish all thoughts of this unholy sin against God from his mind.
He tried endlessly, but still no matter how hard he tried, he could not forget the angel he once loved. Whenever he closed his eyes, She was there. Silently taunting him with her angelic face and sad blue eyes, reminding him of his failure. He wanted to call out her name, but could not even remember what her mortal name was. Everyone in Heaven had forgotten their mortal names long ago.
Unable to tolerate the pain any
Mornings - HakkaiGojyoI could help but smile as I pressed my face into his long crimson hair. He always smelt of smoke, but there was always the smell of him underneath, the scent that was uniquely Gojyo. All I can say is that it's something like spice. I felt him stir in my arms, muttering quietly in his sleep. I pulled him closer as the sunlight streamed over us.Mornings - HakkaiGojyo3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gojyo, you have to walk up before Sanzo and Goku otherwise we may be caught in a rather compromising position," I whispered in his ear.
Gojyo's eyes opened lazily and he looked up at me, a little confused.
And again we moved away from each other.
Lately, whenever we camped out in the car Gojyo and I had woken up like this. Sanzo had taken to sleeping in the back where there was more room, forcing Gojyo in the front with me. And every night while we slept one of us would subconsciously move to the other and we woke with our limbs tangled with each others. It had been a little embarrassing at first. We would leap away from e
You May Just Be The OneAnna and Mike sat on the beach together in silence. Anna, dressed in black jeans and a white turtleneck, leaned against Mike.You May Just Be The One4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You cold, baby?" He asked her in a soft voice. Seeing Anna nod, he wrapped her in a soft blanket. Anna looked up at him with a soft smile.
"Do you love me?" She asked. Mike gave a small giggle.
"Of course I do, you know that." She gave him another smile.
"Now I have a question for you." Mike whispered. Anna nodded, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
"Would you like to spend the rest of your life as Mrs. Robert Michael Nesmith?" He asked in a shaky voice. He looked into Anna's eyes, giving a small hopeful smile. She nodded.
Golden EyesGolden EyesGolden Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes like fire, eyes of gold, eyes on one who's seen things untold.
The one with the golden eyes is who I see, one short on stature and large on heart.
The one who seeks to bring back who he use to be.
His arm of metal, his arm of flesh, seeks to bring him back again.
The one who use to call out with a voice of joy, he who called nii-san, he who cried out brother, he who paid the price, the one he sealed to metal on that night.
Journey on the path; seek something that is nothing more then what lies beyond that door.
The door of truth, the door of hope, the door that he waits before, the door that holds what they desire once more.
Journey as a dog, journey as ones who know nothing but fear.
Journey on to see them once more.
Eyes of fire, eyes of gold, look for the secrets once more.
Look upon the ashes that make up your memories, upon those wretched ashes.
Look upon the little girl, twisted and morphed.
Look upon the masses who cry for war and who cry at the parent lost.
Detention...no, school-FinalDetention...no, school-Final4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Aiming for Detention not weird? -- Chapter One
Ok. It's just a school, nothing bad about that. We meaning, Sarah, Tricia, Tom and I stood in front of the yr 8 class, while the teacher introduced us. I could feel their eyes assessing me, my skater like clothing, my pink streaked black hair and my green eyes; yep that's me, Tammy.
A chill, like a cold finger ran down my back. I wanted to run but I knew that we had to hide at this school for a while. Tom was starting to shake. I tapped him with my foot before he could think of morphing into his dog shape.
We could all morph into an animal of some sort and if you look closely you can see by the way we dress and look sort of matches what animal we can morph into. Walking over to our seats we sat down and listened. Halfway through the lesson, people in the class started ignoring the teacher and talking amongst themselves, loudly. The teacher turned around and told