Dyme and the Dozen Ch.6Lost in the darkness... long ignored memories were revisited... strange emotions returned...Dyme and the Dozen Ch.6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Radiant Garden was no longer so radiant. Darkness was taking it over, seeping into the planets very being. Steeping hearts with thoughts of the void.
People that were once kind were now becoming tainted with bitterness and hatred. Bright hearts filled with light... now reflected a magnified glimpse of that tiny bit of darkness found in all hearts. Some escaped to worlds unknown before they could feel the change of despair... some did not...
Darkness was stirring in every heart that remained, conquering even the strongest of them.~
There was a faint light glowing on the desk, a tiny flicker of lamplight fighting away the darkness in the room. The only sound echoing in the stillness was that of a pen scratching rapidly across paper, spilling forth research notes; accompanied by the faint sound of breathing, lips silentl
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The Winner Takes It All
Axel stared at the doorway; or rather it seemed he was staring right through the door. His emerald eyes seemed clouded, hazy as though he were lost in thought. His hand rested on the massive entry, yet he didnt put any more force behind it to open it further than just that tiny crack. He simply stood in silence as though someone had cast stop on him.
Somethings bothering you...
Axel flinched. His fingers flexing on the door for a moment before resting his palm flat on the pristine white surface once again.
...But why would you come here?
There was a moment of silence that was only broken by the faint sound of his breathing resuming. He leaned closer to the door until his forehead connected with the cool surface. I dont know... he finally whispered in an awkward and unsure tone.
A small giggle erupted fr
Wish: part 2Author's Notes: my notes are actually in the previous part... I won't make you read them again... Except thank you to my Beta Reader Darkblade!Wish: part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wish Upon a Dying Star
KH fic by Dragonnova
It was haunting, shadowed, and menacing darkness. But not what you would normally think from the words, not a place shrouded in shadow. No, this was a state of mind manifested through art. Art cannot lie; it speaks of your inner turmoil even when you don't want it to.
Slender fingers tensed over the paper, nearly tearing it from its spiral bound edge. A feminine grunt of annoyance echoed in the room as the pad of paper was quickly lifted and changed to a fresh piece. Then the staring contest began once again.
Black coats, mocking smiles beneath the shadowed hoods; they laughed at her. It was all her pencil would allow her to draw, they haunted her mind. She even drew an image of one of said dark figures with a mighty key lodged in the middle of what would be about the
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It took a moment to register that something wasnt right; he left for some cigarettes at the local gas station mini-mart and came back to find something odd. Said oddity was sitting snugly within a plastic zippy bag upon his open computer tower. The thumb sized pastel colored shells within had now cracked under the heat of the hard drive, a thick dark substance was oozing between the fractures and collecting into a puddle in one corner of the small plastic bag.
From sheer reflex the red headed hacker slowly pulled the goggles he was wearing up to the top of his head and then leaned over the small bag to inspect it closer, prodding it with his index finger as he did so. One of the oval shaped orbs inside split, gushing out more of the brown ooze inside.
Gah! MELLO!!! WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS!?! He turned looking around the empty room. The only thing that greeted him was s
Dyme and the Dozen ch.5The room was eerily quiet and still, the only visible movement came from the gently shifting white curtains each time the morning breeze outside picked up slightly and inched its way through the open slat in the window. This gave the room a comfortable cool feeling, accompanied by the refreshing scent of morning.Dyme and the Dozen ch.5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even though darkness reigned the World that Never Was, there still seemed to be a strange sort of shift in the temperature that normally shouldnt be possible in a sunless world. The only conclusion could be that Kingdom Hearts acted as both sun and moon, seasonal warmth during daylight hours and the chill of nighttime when the shadows grew powerful and swallowed all. It never got hot, just comfortable warmth; it never got cold, just comfortably brisk. Often times a Nobody would be perfectly content to crack open a window andleave it that way long into the night.
Zexion was no exception to this little observati
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The terrible spinning sensation just wouldnt stop its relentless attack on the senses. There was a sickening scent that lingered in the air, bringing back strange and unusual fragments of memories from days so long past that the dreamer began to wonder if it was someone elses thoughts he was now recalling. Times that seemed so distant, when hed been stuck in bed as a little tiny child, not allowed to get up and leave the confines of his blankets for fear that going out into cold air would worsen his illness. Strange, forgotten memories of pains he had to bear. They lingered for just a moment then faded into a misty fog, only to be replaced by horrid nightmares about horrible little creatures and strange plastic objects that resembled bears.
The stale air hanging in the quiet still room made it too suffocating to be in there another moment. Anything would be better than this stifling prison haunted by unorganized memory fragm
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It was early morning; the skyline had barely begun to grow lighter behind the tops of the trees outside in the courtyard. The delicate fingers of light had just started to sneak past the long curtains lining large glass windows, filtering into darkened rooms and supplying a warm touch to the freezing hardwood floors below. It was far too early for anyone to be up yet, and so silence usually ruled in this place that at any other time of the day would be bustling with the sounds of children laughing and running down the hallways. Yet now, complete peace and quiet filled the empty hallways in the early morning hours at Wammys House, and usually this still time went unnoticed by the inhabitants of the orphanage; yet not by all.
A small sound echoed in a long vacant hallway; hardly noticeable to anyone that may have stirred out of his or her dreaming reverie just long enough to hear it. It was