The Devil's DanceThe Devil's Dance7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
~Be careful when you speak your thoughts... you never know just who or what might be listening...~
The princess of the land was weeping silently by her loves bedside. For many moons, her husband-to-be, Reginar, had been sick with a deadly disease. During both the day and night, Princess Niamh watched over the prince she was to be married to. How she loved him and he loved her, but the tuberculosis was killing him. Slowly and painfully, Reginar was dying because he was choking on his own blood. No doctor could help against this lethal illness. There nothing no one could do for him. The only thing left to do was hope for a miracle.
One dark night, when the sky had no stars in sight, the princess prayed softly while she let her tears fall. Holding onto Reginars hand while he slept, she begged the heavens and the hells not to let her true love die. It was not fair that he had to be the one to go! Not her love! Not only did the angels hear her prayers
The Ghost's KeeperMadame Giry was often thought of as the only person in the opera house with any sort of sense. She was very knowledgeable of not just dancing, but of managing an opera house altogether. The collection of actors, ballet rats, and stagehands thought of her as the unofficial manager as it were, and would often go to the strict Frenchwoman for advice. Naturally, she instilled this same disposition in her only child, Marguerite (who preferred to be called Meg so not to cause any confusion to any persons who didn't speak French very well.) Meg was one of the older ballerinas, and like her mother, she was a veritable rock of good sense unknown throughout the opera house. She wished the same could have been said for the girl she considered her own little sister.The Ghost's Keeper4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
When Christine first arrived at the ballet dormitories Meg found in her a kindred spirit. Both girls had lost their fathers at a young age, and both shared a love of music. Little Meg and Christine could often be found skipping ballet
Questions_______Best________Questions8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Male friend:
I suppose Nadir could count...yes, he's certainly put up with enough.
2. Female friend:
Unfortunately, vacation-time is nonexistent at this point. I should like to travel to Egypt someday, however. History practically seeps from the walls in that city.
I shan't forget her debut gala as long as I live.
1. Time of day:
Day itself. I much prefer moonlight.
2. Day of the week:
There is a mutual dislike of Monday, no matter who you speak to. Mondays herald another week of notes, arguments, and Mlle. Carlotta's petty complaints regarding her latest poodle.
Never, I repeat, never attempt to shovel down fois gras. Ignore the hype, I beg of you: Simply refuse to eat anything that once flapped about and quacked.
I have a hefty supply to choose from.
1. Person you saw:
I believe it was Nadir...yes, it was. He demanded that I return his favorite pair of woolen s
A Tale of Two Lightyears p.1A Tale of Two Lightyears p.19 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A T A L E of T W O L I G H T Y E A R S
Sciren's Part One -
S O U L S A P A R T
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It was just another dismal, starless night for Sciren. He was perched on the same old balcony window of his clay and sandstone room staring down with the same old stony expression at the same old Seirian spaceport town. The town began to drift off to sleep as the candlelights and luxurious electric light bulbs gradually submitted to the dark night around them. Sciren gazed away from the spectacle and looked down at the broken voice-translator in his lap. In an instant, he speedily got back to repairing it in time for the last postal deliveries for the
Backstage GossipMeg Giry, you little prat, snapped La Sorelli from where she sat at her dressing table puffing chalky powder onto her face, if you knew what was good for you, you would shut your mouth this instant!Backstage Gossip8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the opposite side of the dressing room, the little waif of a girl pursed her full lips and tossed a thick shock of long ebony hair over her shoulder.
I wouldnt talk that way if I were you, Sorelli, Meg sneered pompously, narrowing her slate gray eyes, The ghost could be lurking somewhere near.
The crowd of lanky ballerinas huddled around Meg let out a collective gasp, snapping their necks around fearfully to check for apparitions.
Sorellis rouged lips pursed and she placed her hands on her hips.
Your head is stuffed with fluff, do you know that? she shook her head, Does your mother know that you are spreading such stories?
I watched Meg draw herself to her full height (which was not at all an impressive
Playing At GodPlaying At God4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Erik knew that he had been playing at being God for far too long.
Everything that he had done manipulation, blackmail, seduction All in the name of Erik the Almighty. He chuckled in spite of himself. He was like the Devil, playing at God. Let's live deep down, below civilization, and never visit the great above. No, that was defiantly not his territory, at least according to Mlle. Daaé. She had thought that her fool of a lover and she would be safe from his glowing yellow eyes up, and up on the roof of the Opera House. A god, however, had hidden the beast behind his lyre. How very kind of Apollo.
And yet again here he was in his cavernous home. Alone. The Devil hadn't tempted Christ with Hell, no, the Devil had tempted Christ with all of God's domain. Well, down in his lair, Erik was God, and his domain was vast and outspanning into the whole of the Opera House. And this is what the monster had offered to the little Prima Donna.
First FriendLegend of ZeldaFirst Friend9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hey! screamed a voice. When no response came, the fairy tried again, only grabbing the little Hylian awake. Hey!! the fairy shouted again. The young boy just rolled to is side, waving his hand at her.
5 more minutes Deku Tree Link moaned.
The fairy sighed, and prepared her voice for the best. Flying right next to his ear, tickling the earlobes, she took a deep breathe.
HEY!!! she screamed at the top of her lungs.
DAAAAH!! Link screamed falling off the stone wall he was sleeping on and landing face first onto the dirt road. Oww the boy whined, rubbing his bleeding nose. He glared at the glowing puffball known as his fairy, Navi.
What was that for?! Link shouted angrily, getting to his feet.
Its your own fault! You slept past sunrise! And you know the dangers of-
Yeah, yeah, I know. Link said interrupting the fairys ranting.
Code Geass Alt. End. SPOILERS Kallen awoke to the sound of heavy boots tramping in unison. The sound grew louder, and she gradually opened her eyes, trying to focus in the dimly lit cell. Figures stood in front of the glass door; it slid open.Code Geass Alt. End. SPOILERS7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Get up, Kallen Közuki, you traitor!
It was the guards. Why were they harassing her so early in the morning? She tried to stand on her own, but they grew impatient and yanked her to her feet, dragging her out of her cell and off to who knew where.
Heh, she smiled to herself. So its finally time for my execution. But as they passed rows of her comrades, she began to question her fate. Shouldnt they all be headed to the chopping block at the same time? This wasnt a hostage situation where they killed off one person at a time until their dem
How Erik saved my lifeSince a few people have asked me about what I mean when I say Erik, the Phantom of the opera, saved my life I figured Id write it out. This is a true story of a big change for me at least in part of my life so please even if you think Im ludicrous dont make fun of me in the comments, thank you.How Erik saved my life7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When I say Erik, the Phantom of the opera saved my life he really did. You see when I was younger all the way up till today Ive been made fun of and treated like an outcast by most people, even my family, I sometimes wondered if it would be better if I never existed and even at a young age, Im assuming 9/10 is young, I thought of suicide. The worst time for me was school; everyone would make fun of me for just about everything, how I looked, how I acted, they laughed when I spoke even if all I said was Hi they basically made fun of me any and everyway they could. My parents were no help I remember once my father telling me I deserved it that I was exactl
Apollo's LyreI could positively taste the sense of urgency in the air, the frantic pulse that beat around us as we stood on the top of the world. Our fingers were desperately interlaced, palms sweating in the frigid air. Paranoia tugged at my eyes and pulled them side to side, an endless beat that gathered bile in my throat.Apollo's Lyre7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dead! Raoul cried, his brows furrowed with worry, I cant believe it, Buquet actually died! On the stage, no less! In front of an entire audience! Oh, my God
Everyone is saying it was suicide. An accident, I muttered half-heartedly. Raoul shook his head in disbelief, causing strands of his blonde hair to gently escape from the ponytail at the nape of his neck.
No, no, no! Christine, do not even attempt to convince yourself otherwise; we both know exactly what happened. Everything was too much of a coincidence the managers suddenly replacing you with Carlotta then those threatening notes the pe
The Holiday: Chapter FiveIt was snowing when we arrived.The Holiday: Chapter Five7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snowing rather heavily, I might add. Have I mentioned that I loathe snow?
Christine loves it. I watched her jump out of the carriage and utter a cry of delight at the sparkling white landscape, laughing in sheer, unabashed joy.
God, how I love that sound.
The village was disgustingly adorable. Squat cottages sat happily next to each other, a cheery yellow glow shining from every window of each. Several were laced with Christmas decorations. Signs swung in the wind, advertising franchises such as Madame Duponts Pastries, Le Café Des Boulevards, and Jean-Marcs Fine Tailoring. Pink-cheeked couples walked hand-in-hand along the sidewalks, hunched against the cold yet still smiling widely. There were carolers even, a dreadful cacophony of sound that made me want to slap the culprits on the back of the head for even attempting such a monstrosity.
And yes, there were stares.
I'd remained adamant that Christin
The Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter OneThe Holiday: Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How I detest Mondays. Of course this dislike is deliciously cliché, but I feel entirely justified in my frustration. This particular Monday was presenting itself as one of the worst in quite some time: indeed, I had only been observing rehearsal for an hour and already my head was throbbing.
The usual was taking place, only exaggerated to such an extent that had I been in good health, I would have been doubled over with laughter. Signora Guidicelli was persistently griping about God knows what at the top of her operatic lungs, blurring her French and Italian into one indistinguishable mess. Something akin to pity rose up when I surveyed the poor conductor: he looked utterly exhausted and had long ago abandoned arguing with the diva, instead electing to take a well-deserved nap in the orchestra pit. The acting manager looked no better: he continually raked his ha
Phantom Poem #2Phantom Poem #210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Shouldn't Have Said It...
I know what you said was private,
I know it wasn't meant for my ears,
and it was between him and you,
But I still heard it.
You shouldn't have said it.
I cannot help the way I look,
Nor can I change what I've become;
I can't stop wishing that there was something I could do...
But I can't stop hearing your words...
You shouldn't have said it.
"Can I ever forget that sight?!"
You said to him that night...
"Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed,
it was hardly a face..."
As if I were some horrible monster...
Some terrible creature of darkness...
You may have been speaking to him,
you may have been frightened,
You shouldn't have said it...
You shouldn't have, because it's not like you've any right to criticize...
You shouldn't have...
because now I'll forever hear your words
echo in my head...
forever killing me...
You...shouldn't have said that...
The Holiday: Chapter SixJust a bit further, Christine assured me, huffing a little as she dragged her luggage along, It should be beyond that hill over there. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose had grown pink in the frigid air. Her brows were furrowed with exhaustion from our long walk, and it was clear that she wanted nothing more to reach the cabin, drop her bags, and collapse on the featherbed. However, despite her discomfort, she managed to maintain a cheery disposition.The Holiday: Chapter Six7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As you have probably guessed, that was not the case with me.
I should think that hailing a brougham would have been far more practical, I began, nearly ready to rip out the tongue of the next unfortunate person who gave me a nasty look.
Erik, here are no broughams here, at least not in these little side streets. Besides, look at how lovely it is here! She grinned brilliantly. You wouldnt want to miss this scenery, would you?
Yes, I would very much like to miss this sc
More QuestionsErik was asked the following:More Questions8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1- Find the book nearest to you, go to page 18, find line 4:
"For nature crescent does not grow alone."
2- Stretch out your left arm as far as you can:
...Alright. Now what?
3- Without looking, what time is it?:
4- Now, what is the actual time?:
A minute past midnight.
5- When did you last step outside?:
Ah...it would have to be around two weeks ago. I was in dire need of a new dress shirt because Nadir knocked over a bottle of ink on the old one. Why he was snooping around my desk, I've no idea, but I promptly poured the entire bottle over his balding head. His scalp is still stained a faint gray.
6- Before you took this survey, what did you look at?:
The pile of unfinished compositions upon the writing desk.
7- What are you wearing?
A new dress shirt and trousers that are regrettably too large. I find it rather difficult to find clothing that fits properly. I'm a bit thin, you see.
8- Did you dream last night?:
No, as I di
In a NameFabalaIn a Name4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A father's nickname for a child
Who is to burden all his sins
Given by a friend
Who is lost to a world of glamourous facades
The revolutionist who gains nothing
And loses her purpose in the meantime
The name of a lover in the night.
A child's perspective
Turned into truth.
Bitter and hated by all
Especially by the receiver of it.
A character submitting to pretense against her will.
Or perhaps in favor of it.
The essence of wicked in the eye of the beholder.
The Holiday: Chapter Seven I could do nothing but stare numbly at the trio that was now parading around us as if we were an extremely interesting art display. This was wrong. This was very wrong, indeed. In fact, it was so wrong that I turned to Christine and (regretfully) hissed contemptuously, What in Gods name is going on here? I was under the impression that this cabin was unoccupied!The Holiday: Chapter Seven7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She bit her lipsomething she does often when she is distressed and something that, incidentally, I find quite adorableand huffed out a cloud of frozen air. I dont know, Erik, just please be polite
I am damned polite--!
The old woman scurried over to Christine and cupped her face in a pair of withered hands, her wide mouth stretching into a delighted grin.
Oh, how beautiful! Claude, look at her, what an angel! Lovely, just lovely!
Tetra's misunderstandingA girl with long blonde hair walked out of the elevator and over towards her car, in the parking structure. She and a couple of her friends had gone to see a scary movie about some serial killer who was running around killing people. The guys she went with left right after the film. She stayed and went to the roof of the parking structure and watched the sunset.Tetra's misunderstanding7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now, she walked at a slow pace, not in any hurry. Though, in truth, the darkness and flickering lights of the parking structure were getting to her.
She grabbed her blue over vest and clenched it closer as if the temperature had just dropped ten degrees. Her light blue shirt that she wore under the vest wrinkled and lifted up a bit. Her blue jeans and black ankle high boots, though, were unaffected.
It was only a movie, no ones after you. Clam down. She commanded herself, but her fear didnt die down.
Then, suddenly, another pair of footsteps were heard behind her. She forced herself not to glance back and kep
The Holiday: Chapter TenPhannum?The Holiday: Chapter Ten7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I clenched my teeth in frustration and withdrew my attention from the composition in front of me with great difficulty.
I am busy, I said coldly. The boy in the doorway shuffled his feet nervously and fingered the large scarf that draped over his neck.
I do not believe that you do, for if you did, you would not pester me so. The pen resumed scribbling notes onto the staff, a lovely melody unfurling in my head and spilling out onto the parchment. It was a gift for her, inspired by her, and named for her. A Christmas gift, I suppose one would say. I wanted her music to speak of her soul. And it undoubtedly would.
If I had been permitted solitary time to complete it, that is.
That nuisance of a child seemed to take great pleasure in aggravating me to no end. Id avoided him (along with the rest of his meddlesome family) for the past several days, choosing instead to spend time with C
EyesWhen he looks at me God when he looks at me, I cannot think.Eyes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is mesmerizing, terrible and powerful, yet infinitely gentle and adoring. It is as if I am a butterfly cupped between his lithe hands, and he will not move for fear of ripping my wings. Astounding, really, how hypnotizing that gaze can be
It must be his eyes. Ive never seen such eyes. They are at times a smoldering gold, shooting flames from their depths to pierce the soul. At other times they are the softest yellow: a sunrise, perhaps, reflected upon a lake and rippling in the morning breeze. What astounds me the most is the infinite sadness held within those molten orbs, the incredible amount of longing, of severe and absolute despair. It is heart wrenching.
He is haunted. By what, I do not know. He would rather die, I think, than tell me. All I know is that the veil over those eyes is held in place by a past that is of the worst and most unimaginable kind. Sorrow is his puppeteer. That sorrow
The Holiday: Chapter ThreeI awoke before the sunrise the next morning, shocked that I had slept the entire night (in full dress, no less) for the first time in years, and eager to leave Antoinette's stifling chambers. I had to admit that her intentions were kind, but I was enormously uncomfortable with such a gesture. Not once in my life had anyone doted on me, and it was unsettling to know that the ballet mistress cared so much. Perhaps time had taught me never to trust. Indeed, I could not see a time when I would fully open up to anyone, even my dear Christine.The Holiday: Chapter Three7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She had fallen asleep on the divan by the window, her tiny form elegantly draped over the plush surface. Carefully, I gathered her up in my arms and placed her upon the bed, tucking the quilt over her form as quietly as possible. She did not awaken, but merely sighed in contentment and snuggled into the sheets, a small smile tickling her full lips.
I scribbled a hasty note of thanks and left it on Antoinette's table before leaving, relieved that I woul
A kissA kiss10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That simple meeting of flesh
Where two may mesh
In fondness, sadness,
And even mind.
And yet, in solitude
I have not known,
The love I've felt,
For you alone.
But when we kissed,
The love you feignedů
We broke apart,
My spirits died,
I bade you leave
I set you free,
You could not love,
A beast like me
And yet, a hope,
Pierced the dark
Of ceaseless night
A ring, so simple,
Yet so divine,
Was no longer his
But yours and mine.
Ozdust: Wicked Fanfiction Galinda glanced at Fiyero and waved shortly.Ozdust: Wicked Fanfiction9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Boq approached Galinda quickly, trying to suppress his eagerness, and, more importantly, his nervousness.
"Uh, M-Miss Galinda?" he said, slicking back his hair. "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be here all night, waiting," he said as smoothly as possible.
"Oh, that's so kind," she smiled, hiding her frank disgust. She glanced quickly at Fiyero, who, although someone was talking to him, as he leaned against a wall, was and gazing at her. "But, you know what would be even kinder?" she said innocently. She walked over to the corner of the room. "See that tragically beautiful girl?" she said pointing at Nessa Rose Thropp, who was deeply indulged in a book. "The one in the wheelchair? Well, it just seems so unfair that we can have a great time, but she can't!" she said, sniffing. "Oh, Gee, I know someone would be my hero if that someone were to invite her,"