GA fanfic 3-PrologueGA fanfic 3-Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, Rawlins, WY
The team visit an old prison where former inmates still lurk within the building.
Before the Lockdown
It had been nearly a month since my previous investigation with the Ghost Adventures Crew, waiting to hear from them with anticipation. As promised by Zak, they contacted me and requested that I accompany them once again outside New York. Arriving at our destination the day before, I spent the night in my hotel room pondering over the lockdown to come.
Knowing that the following day, I would be on my own Ghost Adventures.
My Near-possessionIt happened on the night of November 8th, my cousin Jessica and I were filming our 3rd lockdown.My Near-possession in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While we sat in the dark basement, she had this alarm clock which changes color ONLY when you press the button on top and she covered it with a pillow to block the light.
Pretty soon, it began changing color by itself.
1)The pillow was too light to press the button
2)There's NO setting to make it do that.
We stared at it for several minutes before I realized her camcorder was on the tripod, so we did get it on film.
After filming the basement more, Jess heard a cackling voice and began feeling like something bad was gonna happen, which didn't scare me much. However, I did wonder why not much else was happening and hoped something more would happen.
But what's really freaky is what happened afterwards:
While we filmed upstairs in my bedroom, I was holding the camera filming the room with Jess behind me. Soon, I began feeling tense with my arms trembling enough to where I gripped the camera.
GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 1GA fanfic 3-Walkthrough Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ghost Adventures Title sequence
My name is Zak Bagans. I've never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video....
With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn....
These are our Ghost Adventures.
Old Wyoming Penitentiary, WY
Walkthrough Part 1
While Zak got ready to introduce our lockdown site, I watched Aaron and Nick set up their cameras to film him.
"Within the town of Rawlins, Wyoming lays the notorious Old Wyoming Penitentiary. Known to the locals as "Old Pen", it was the former home to 13,500 of the worst inmates that the state ha
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After the Lockdown
The experiences I had Halden Mansion were truly something I'll remember for a long time. The Ghost Adventures Crew were great; not only were they doing a great job as Paranormal Investigators, but they were great people to hang out with.
I knew that a lot of fans would be jealous that I had that chance to spend an entire lockdown with them and became their official Junior Paranormal Investigator. I felt the spirits' wrath while locked inside, but all I have to say is that no matter what occurred there, I was glad to do it with the best team.
Now I will continue watching the show and keeping an eye on where t
GA fanfic-Review the EvidenceGA fanfic-Review the Evidence in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reviewing the Evidence
A few weeks after the lockdown, the Crew invited me to meet Debby and Mark Constantino, specialists in EVPs.
We all grouped by their analyst computer that will decipher the EVPs we caught. Aaron and Nick filmed the whole thing.
Zak went first.
"I caught this while investigating the second bedroom in the Halden Mansion."
Debbie listened with her headphones and drowned out the white noise,
"Me. It sounds like Me."
"Yeah, that's what we heard." Zak replied.
I went next.
"This one I caught while down in the basement by myself, looking at the pentagram."
Debby listened close.
"I heard It's not safe. It also sounds high-pitched like a female or child's voice."
A sudden chill zapped down my spine,
"It must've been Emma Halden, she's the only female spirit in the Mansion."
We all shared expressions of wonder,
"Did Emma warn you about the pentagram?" Zak asked
"That's the only way I can explain it." I turned to Debby to share my experience.
"When I turned back to the
GA fanfic 2-EpilogueGA fanfic 2-Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the Lockdown
After experiencing a night full of intense encounters, we believe that history repeated itself while we were locked inside. Witnessing a possession was without a doubt disturbing, and the lost soul of a murdered woman who made contact also had an affect on me. With each of us receiving an attack, we all endured our own kind of nightmare very much like the former patients trapped within the Asylum.
Now, I wait once again for my chance to investigate on my own Ghost Adventures.
GAfanfic 2-Set up for LockdownGAfanfic 2-Set up for Lockdown in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Set up for Lockdown
With the Exterior Static Night-vision Camera set to go, Aaron joined us in unloading the minivan full of camera gear.
Zak grunted as he lifted a heavy black case,
"Geez, what's in this thing, a body?"
Overhearing his comment, I snickered as I assisted them.
Nick filmed Zak near the entrance,
"Dusk is arriving, so we're getting locked in. Keith, you ready?"
"How about you guys?" Zak asked us.
"Born ready." I replied,
"I'm ready." Aaron proclaimed,
Nick gave a thumbs up,
After several minutes of collecting the gear, we knuckle-pounded Keith and watched as he shut the door. The only light we could see was the light from Nick's shoulder camera.
Hearing it lock on the opposite side resurfaced my excitement from my first lockdown with the guys.
"All right, let's establish a base and call out the X cams."
Once everything was set, Zak checked over his list of Static Night-vision Cameras.
"Before we got locked in, we set an X camera in the Cemetery. Doris and
GA fanfic2:Review the EvidenceGA fanfic2:Review the Evidence in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reviewing the Evidence
After a few weeks of gathering our evidence, we traveled to Arizona and meet Bryan Abel, a video review specialist. He's studied photos, video and EVPs for paranormal evidence, so we decided to show him some of our best evidence.
We sat around the oval table with television screens at the end, we took turns showing our evidence while Aaron and Nick filmed us.
Zak spoke first, explaining the footage on screen.
"Now while we were doing the walkthrough, Keith Caswell told us about a woman who we later found out was named Diana and she was attacked and killed by a male patient. She doesn't like men so we sent Aaron inside her room and not long after we left, he felt a forcible shove after he asked if she wanted him out."
Bryan nodded, intrigued.
"Then our friend, Aura," indicating at me, "did her own EVP session and caught some intelligent responses."
I spoke up to add in my side,
"When the guys came to regroup, I stood up to walk out of the room, then I was pulled b
Paranormal PoemParanormal Poem in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Being a Paranormal Investigator
When the dead crosses paths
With the living
So many unpredictable things can occur
Anything from harmless to potentially dangerous
When people are in need of help
And on their last stand
They look upon us for help
And we can answer the call
It's great knowing that you can help the living
just as much as the dead.
Both sides of the abyss are equally in need
However some may choose not to accept help
But for those who do,
Help is never far and in the hands
Of compassionate and caring people
Finding evidence of hauntings and the afterlife
Is a thrill and comforts others to know
That they are not alone and won't be labeled crazy.
Though as investigators, we may work in separate groups
But when all is said and done, we all have one thing in common
We seek to help both the living and the dead to find peace
Persuasive speech-HauntingsAttention- How many of you have seen the movie Paranormal Activity? For those of you who haven't seen it, the movie is about a young couple who get terrorized by a demonic entity in their home.Persuasive speech-Hauntings in Academic Essays More Like This
Relate yourself to the audience- Although some horror films such as this one may be inspired by real ghost stories, nothing compares to a first-hand experience with an actual haunting.
Relate to yourself- I visited my cousin Jessica on every other weekend for the past ten years. She would often tell me she believed it to be haunted. Some time ago, we conducted our own investigations to find out what exactly was in her house. We now believe that the evidence we collected from our investigations gives us a reason to believe that something paranormal is residing in her house.
Oratorical purpose- I am here today to convince you that hauntings are real.
What are the main points- First I will give a brief explanation of what type of hauntings there are, then reveal my own evidence, and finally explain
TrueDevastating as it sounds,True in Free Verse More Like This
my love for you is true.
Tomorrow's thunders tremble
in anticipation of blood, of sorrow.
They always remain unheard.
Yet I shall not let lightning seduce me
turn down all advances of death
They told me his kiss tastes of earth.
and through mountain and valley return
to the hearth, to the home, to you.
Through the rain and the fire, they say.
Terrifying as it seems
my love for you is true.
ColoursI took my timeColours in Free Verse More Like This
with painting skies all black:
A silent blues kept playing
in my mind.
You stayed behind a haze of purple
messy, foggy, violet shadows
showing nothing but your face
a negative, a silhouette.
A lightning tears the open sky:
A flash of white
and blinding light
A manifesto of the end.
But through the thunder of the fall:
I see the silver lining;
know there is a heaven
left to live for.
I have seen the good in mankind:
I have witnessed your approach
Rainbows blush when facing you.
The silence of a beating drumOnce upon a time the silenceThe silence of a beating drum in Free Verse More Like This
sounded like the voice of drums
echoing their stubborn sadness
out through names and walls.
Once upon a time, their sound
was louder than my voice
the silence of their stubborn beating
echoing through you, through me
The sadness within nothingness
the joy of being free
combined and floating through the names;
the walls of you and me.
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,Nonexistence in Open More Like This
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
I think that's 'cause real light brings nothing but fright:
It's bound to discover
all crimes, neatly covered.
I pray to a God because maybe he is,
unlike me and the world,
in them I miss
something to reach.
Conferring with the devilAce for ace and king for pawnConferring with the devil in Free Verse More Like This
the deal is made, the pact is strong
I should, but haven't had the time
to think of all the years.
Drop by drop and piece by piece
the feeling slips, the feeling stirs
it slumbers, deep beneath his lips
too close to see, too far to touch.
At last I feel his final kiss,
where broken feathers never land
and through my newfound eyes I see
the world in black and white.
OnlyL's 7021st dreamI'll try to fill this voidOnlyL's 7021st dream in Free Verse More Like This
with things unsaid and things undone
with dreams of passion, dreams of glory
smiles unsmiled, eternally.
In truth, not everyone
is fourty foot high, purple suited
and impossible to beat
inside their heads.
I'll try to fill this void
with conversations never held
with idiotic schemes so sweet
they'd make you fall for me.
In truth, not everyone can plan
as well as they can exercise;
with some the good intentions
fade with one soft look.
I'll try to dream of you tonight,
or dream to have you dream of me
and shiver slightly in my bed
the sheets can't stop this cold.
In truth, some people can't divide
between addiction, love and need,
the absence of your body warmth
sends shivers down my spine.
I'll try to decide by morning:
Whether to rise or to hope for the best,
for a world-changing second with you.
A ceremonyThe spoon was all golden and beautiful when he pulled it out from the honey pot, and he spent a moment admiring that beauty. He smiled. With an amazing expertise, he turned the spoon around twice, rolling golden threads of honey around it until they stopped falling down.A ceremony in Short Stories More Like This
Then he let the spoon slowly glide down into the cup of warm milk and sighed, softly.
"There is no anger," he said, like a mantra or a truth he had just discovered. "There is no hate."
He watched as the last of the waves the spoon had caused slowly faded.
"There is no yesterday, no tomorrow. No mosquitoes that bite me, no moths in my cupboards. No tragedy in my life and no sadness."
He smiled for a moment.
"No happiness, no love, no desire."
His eyes closed as he tried to focus. With slow, circling, shaking movements, he stirred he milk, both speeding the process of disintegration up and perfecting it.
"There is milk," he said, with the utmost certainty.
"There is honey."
Then he sat quietly, until even the last bit of
Good morning, Trouble 3Crossing his fingers, Ben grabbed the parcel and started out of the car. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all. At least there was a realistic chance of everything going well, if he could manage to speed up just a little after this, and maybe-Good morning, Trouble 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just then, he noticed the shape of the object the policemen were carrying. Didn't that look like a person? Wrapped in a dirty-looking trash bag? Probably just his imagination. He'd always had a very lively one, spending hours thinking about the most unnecessary and strange things that could have happened whenever he came across a strange situation. Usually, reality didn't turn out as eventful as he thought it would, but he was the kind of person who liked to think that someday he'd be right, and then he'd run around rubbing it in the faces of everyone who'd ever frowned upon him for 'inventing' those things in that high school news article years ago. So what if the disappearance of the groundkeeper's dog wasn't due to his Chinese heritage
Dreaming with my amygdalaeGrow a pair of wings and cross the distanceDreaming with my amygdalae in Free Verse More Like This
seven thousand fields of rock and stone
between your lips and mine.
I wish I could.
A Call To ArmsYou'll be the sun and I'll go down -A Call To Arms in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll be the fool and you the crown;
I'll paint the world in black and white
to show you: Something isn't right.
The path we're going might not end
those wounds we're growing will not mend
for after all, and in the end
we're going down, we're going
This is a call to arms,
this is a battle-cry
everyone who hasn't fallen
raise your heads and say goodbye!
This a call to arms,
so don't just turn away
bridges burn and paths grow scarcer
who but you can light the way.
From day to night and night to day
I'm trying hard to get away
when all I really want to do
is stay right here and think of you
The world is turning, so are we
the world is burning, just like me
but from the ashes, from the dust,
I know I must, I know I
This is a call to arms,
this is a battle-cry
everyone who's dead and fallen
resurrect and say goodbye!
This is a call to arms,
this is the way we go
if I cannot be with you
I'll be the moon, I'll be there too.
An Emergence 1An Emergence 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Following is a short list of ideas and premise used in this story. Please read it before starting on the story. It will make more sense.
Sesshoumaru and Kureha had studied together since they were children.
Kureha's mother and Inu no Taishou had an alliance against a foreign youkai invasion, and since then their kin kept their alliance.
Kureha was entrusted to Sesshoumaru's mother while she received lessons from sages gathered at Sesshoumaru's mother's palace.
They met every few years, and Kureha stayed about half a year each time.
Kureha's Orochi (Great Serpent) clan and Sesshoumaru's Inu Daiyoukai have different customs and social structure.
Youkai do not have convention of marriage.
In my universe, Inupop was an absent father. He did not live with Sessmom, and he visited Sessmom and Sesshoumaru from time to time, occasionally giving Sesshoumaru lessons when he was around. (as seen in Y
An Emergence 9: WaitingAn Emergence 9: Waiting in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 8: Arrangement
Now everyone waits, while they all ponder their move from this point.
An Emergence 9: Waiting
Sesshoumaru and Teiroushin were led to one of the rooms where guests waited before being announced, on the same floor as the meeting hall.
It was an elegant room.
The Orochi, incorporated natural elements into their architecture. This created a feeling of being out in nature, even inside of a room. The constant sound of waterfalls echoed softly throughout their interior spaces. The waiting rooms walls were hung with vines with delicate white blossoms, which covered the surface of the bare rock, and draped over the moss on the floor. The moss emitted a subtle light, and brighter torches secured on the pillars above lit their high ceiling. There was a large folding scree
An Emergence 3An Emergence 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story directly continues from the previous story, "An Emergence 2".
I wanted to adopt the "two swords issue" into my Sesshoumaru centric narrative. I decided to play with the concept that Sesshoumaru's mother was a hidden mastermind who plotted challenges for Sesshoumaru. (particulary around forcing Sesshoumaru to discard Tenseiga.)
I'm using an idea from the Inuyasha movie 3, that Inupop's injury from a battle with Ryukotsusei added to his cause of his death when he went to rescue Izayoi while still being injured from the battle.
Anyway, the story will gradually get to that part as the conversation between Sessmom and Teiroushin continues.
An Emergence 3 : "A Conversation"
Sesshoumaru's mother went to a guest room of the palace to see Teiroushin, and found him in the corpse of a human boy sitting on a stool.
He looked like he was bundled in his oversize
An Emergence 8: ArrangementAn Emergence 8: Arrangement in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 7: Machination"
Since it has been a while, I'd like to remind you a few things:
Shirakume:</b> is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I came up with for this story.
New characters from the previous chapter:
Kosame and Hakage: are Kureha's two handmaidens. Hakage has some awareness about Kureha's relationship to Sesshoumaru.
Kuchinagimaru: is Kureha's mate selected by the Orochi clan. He will lead the Orochi males under Kureha after her enthronement.
Inu no Taishou's plan against Ryukotsusei proceeded despite Sesshoumaru's opposition and Kureha's plea. Kureha returned to her stronghold with the scroll that Sesshoumaru had handed to her. Now Shirakume (Sessmom) expects Sesshoumaru to play a role. Meanwhile...
An Emergence 8: Arrangement
"Hakage, bring the case of scrolls.
An Emergence 5: MomentumAn Emergence 5: Momentum in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 4: "A Premonition"
IMPORTANT NOTE: I decided to make up a name for "Sesshoumaru's mother" to use in this story.
She will be referred to as "Shirakume " from now on.
Having a name makes writing so much easier...."Sesshoumaru's mother" just sounds silly sometimes.
An Emergence 5: Momentum
Sesshoumaru and Inu no Taishou had arrived at the training field.
The ground was still steeped in the shade of the night.
The grass rustled gently in the breeze, and it mimicked the sound of the distant waves.
Inu no Taishou turned to his son.
"Draw, Sesshoumaru. I'll see how you have improved," he said.
Sesshoumaru pensively drew his sword in a slow, graceful motion. His sword glinted dimly in the darkness.
Taishou observed his son's expression. His son was always difficult to read.
"I will not come at you unless y
An Emergence 10: ConnectionAn Emergence 10: Connection in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 9: Waiting
An Emergence 10: Connection
Hakage sat in front of Sesshoumaru with her back as straight and rigid as one of stone pillars.
"...You...require my assistance?" She did not hide her astonishment.
"You understand what that means." Sesshoumaru watched her intently.
"I cannot let you inside of the Matriarch's chamber. You must stay at the guest's palace this evening." Hakage answered decisively.
She was afraid to anger him, however, it was not something she could allow herself to do. Even if they tried, Kuchinagimaru's presence would surely escalate such attempt into a disastrous situation. She was not confident about escaping the astute Lord of the Orochi's notice, even with Sesshoumaru's effort. Still, she felt sympathetic to his wish.
An Emergence 7: MachinationAn Emergence 7: Machination in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 6 : Parting"
Shirakume is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I use in this story.
Meidouseki: is the stone entrusted to Sessmom by Inupop for Meidouzangetsuha's improvement (and a challenge for Sesshoumaru) Reference: Inuyasha Manga Chapter 467-471 (Meikai arc) I have included this element into my story.
An Emergence 7: "Machination"
It was near daybreak.
The blue torch flames that lit up Shirakume's palace faded as the darkness of the night began to yield to the approaching light.
Two of Kureha's apparitions were moving through the palace, carrying large caskets belonging to their mistress.
They glided through the long outdoor passageway between the wings of the palace, then entered into the dimly lit hallway of the next building.
Suddenly, they both halted.
Sesshoumaru stood in their way. &
An Emergence 6: PartingAn Emergence 6: Parting in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 5: Momentum"
Shirakume is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I use in this story.
sakazuki is a shallow bowl used for drinking sake. This word will be used often in this chapter.
An Emergence 6: Parting
Sesshoumaru stood silently while two female servants dressed him in his suite.
They seemed to be new, about his age or slightly younger.
They were both attractive, and seemed too sheltered to be serving their position.
It was evident that they were nervous, and they were not adept at what they were doing.
Their delicate hands were suitable for handling the fine fabric, though they were neither assertive nor efficient. They were having difficulty with fastening his kariginu* properly.
He was irritated by their ineptitude. However, it was pointless to make them even more nervous by showing
An Emergence 13: CollaborationAn Emergence 13: Collaboration in Fan Fiction More Like This
Previous Chapter 12
An Emergence 13: Collaboration
Sesshoumaru followed Kuchinagimaru to a field in an opening in the forest, not too far from the hall where the celebration was taking place. The hall was built on the highest point of the Yamata island, and its large roof floated above, like an enormous ship riding on the edge of a high wave. From where they stood, they could still hear the faint sound of music and the crowd in the night breeze.
The two had been silent since Sesshoumaru agreed to come with Kuchinagimaru.
"I would give you a 'lesson' or two, if what you wish is a match."
In a testy tone, Sesshoumaru spoke to the back of the Lord of the Orochi. He was well aware that ever since they first met, his attitude had been inappropriate toward this male, the highest authority of the Orochi clan next to the Matriarch. Nevertheless, Se
An Emergence 14: RevelationAn Emergence 14: Revelation in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 13: Collaboration
An Emergence 14: Revelation
Kureha fell silent, and gazed upon Sesshoumaru's countenance half lit by the lamp in front of her.
His pale face appeared like a lacquered noh mask* to her, concealing so much of his emotion behind its restrained, flawless surface. His stern words revealed his impulse to push her away, yet there he was right in front of her, giving dispassionate counsel as she required from him. Whatever feelings he kept to himself, were not for her to know at this time.
She too, sought to maintain the distance from the one she once knew intimately, and play through her role in this private performance as the Orochi Matriarch. Nevertheless, in her heart Kureha recalled the silence she shared with him not long ago, when words were replaced by the touch of lips, and
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 6The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rin's adventures were many, and what few of them are known are told elsewhere. Her name was not spoken often, but when it was spoken, it was with reverence. She did many mighty deeds, but asked nothing for them in return, not even thanks. There was the time that she obliterated an entire youkai army, single-handedly, in just one night. And then there was the time that she saved a large coastal settlement from an onrushing tsunami...
It was a terrible and beautiful sight: A slender woman standing alone on a high promontory over the seacoast, her hair blowing in the wind, a naked sword outstretched in each hand. Bakusaiga, the soul-sword of Sesshomaru, blazing with red and green tongues of supernal fire; Tenseiga, the sword of life, its mystical lighting cleaving the heavens and dancing along its blade; and above her head, a great whirling vortex of human and youkai energy, as her spirit and her guardian's danced and sparked toget
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 1The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Go Ask Kagome
As the years passed, Rin grew into a stunningly beautiful young woman: slender, graceful, and nearly as tall as Sesshomaru. Her hair was as long as Sesshomaru's, but black as the night, as dark as his was white. Despite the dour moods of her youkai guardians, she never lost the joy and grace that she had had as a child. Not a day passed that she did not pick flowers for her hair; from time to time she would sneak one or two into Jaken's staff or even his hat, much to his loud objections. And if she found any that were especially lovely, she would weave a garland for Sesshomaru. She never offered them to him directly, but would hang them on Aun's left side, the side at which Sesshomaru walked, without saying a word to anyone; and although Sesshomaru never acknowledged her gifts, he never walked far from the great beast's side when his garland was there.
Although she never acquired Sesshomaru's haughty disdain, she did
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 2The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Sesshomaru's Choice
As you can imagine, Sesshomaru didn't have anyone he might call a friend (aside from Rin, who adored him, and Jaken, who worshipped him). Current or former slaves, casual acquaintances, or allies of convenience who had survived their mutual adventures: he treated everyone with equal disdain. Those few who had crossed swords with him and lived to tell about it loathed him beyond measure. One day, there came a gathering of Sesshomaru's old enemies: panther demons who still held a grudge against the Inu no Taisho, Sesshomaru's father, and hated Sesshomaru doubly for having crushed their hopes of resurrecting their own leader; ogres whom Sesshomaru had first enslaved, then tossed aside when he tired of them; and many other vile creatures who had run afoul of Sesshomaru and wanted revenge.
Their gathering began with much boasting and many glasses raised to a glorious victory over their hated enemy, but soon they wer
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Her Father's Daughter
Just as Sesshomaru had planned, Jaken had survived the battle, both unscathed and unnoticed. By the time he had managed to fight his way out from under the pile of debris and demon corpses, the battle was long over. Jaken knew that Sesshomaru was most often to be found at the head of any swath of destruction, so he slowly picked his way through the wreckage until he found the hillock where Sesshomaru had made his last stand. Indeed, it was very easy to find; in the circle of destruction that lay for miles in every direction, the only living things left in the valley were the grasses and flowers that were so mysteriously untouched on that little rise. Jaken called about for his master, but heard no response. Then, near the top of the hill, he found part of Sesshomaru's kimono, no more than a rag, stuck at the end of a twig and flapping quietly in the breeze.
Jaken was overwhelmed with grief, and, I am sorry to report, w
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 3The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Totosai was busily working in his shop when he heard Aun's roar. He did not recognize Rin as she ran inside bearing the sword shards; she was covered with demon gore, dirt, and ashes, and the only clean spots on her face were from the tears that the rushing wind had blown from her eyes across her cheeks. He did, however, recognize Bakusaiga immediately. "Young lady," he asked sternly, "Just`what ARE you doing with that sword?" But then he stopped; his old eyes, which saw things that no others could, perceived something very different about the sword. "Wait a moment... Something has changed..."
Only then did Totosai take a careful look at Rin, and saw who she was. "Good heavens, Rin-chan, it's you! What happened?" Rin told him what of the story she could, but she had no real understanding of what had happened, and had spent most of the battle hiding under Sesshomaru's
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 5The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
One evening, not too long after she began her journeys as her own mistress, Rin came over a small rise to discover the remains of a small village, its humble homes nothing but burning embers.
"Rin-sama," Jaken said hastily, "This is of no concern to you. There is nothing to be done here. We will find another road. Let us leave this sadness behind us."
Rin did not move an inch; she stood still as a stone, her face slowly growing pale. "It was just like this in my own village... the day my parents were killed." Her left hand sought out the hilt of Bakusaiga, and she grasped it so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Bandits," she said through clenched teeth. "I hate them. I hate them more than anything else."
"Rin." Sesshomaru's voice entered her thoughts; he could sense her anger, and his words came gently. "I hear only the weeping of children, and I smell only blood and death."
Without really looking where she was going, Rin ha
The QuestionI question if I am capable of genuinely loving again. The past makes me doubt that I even have the capacity. I shut my eyes to remember, but all I see is what was ravaged.The Question in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I look past the puddles of melted ice cream, the scrapped bloody knees, and my tattered pink sundress. I wiggle my toes and clasp my hands, squirming, as I confront the truth: my innocence wasn't stolen; it was discarded, in pursuit of a dream that was seemingly made of more than plastic Barbie dream houses and cotton candy mountains. Blinded by naivety I danced off a cliff, twirling to the simple melodies of the summer birds, reaching for a hand that did not reach for mine, and discovering that my dreams were made of little more than make-believe and fairy dust.
After the plummet, I picked myself up, pushed my cork screw curly blonde hair back into my tousled pony tail with dusty fingers. I did not want to wake up from my Disney princess dreams. My awakening was not with a gentle, spell-breaking true love
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Mud clung to the cuffs of my jeans, water clung to my every limb, and red kissed my cheeks. My head thrown back in laughter, I yelled, "Come on!"
My feet stomped in puddles as I ran towards the nearest shelter I could reach. Water flew behind me.
He came steadily after, laughing just as hard as I. We made it to our haven from the rain. We paused for a moment, trying to catch our breath. He panted, "You're crazy."
I laughed, "Just as crazy as I want to be."
He smiled. We both quickly glanced at our surroundings: an alley way sheltered by the fire escape above our heads. Trash littered the small expanse and grime from pollution carpeted the street. I looked back at my companion. His eyes immediately locked in mine. I quickly glanced down, embarrassed to be caught looking at him.
I leaned back against the brick building and slowly slid to the ground. I listened to the rains decent with my eyes closed. I simply enjoyed the peaceful sounds. I felt him sit nex
Elle and Mias Chapter 3Elle woke to a pounding in her head.Elle and Mias Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Not again, she grumbled."Muuuunnngghhh."
She ruffled her brow. Dear god, please let this all have been a bad dream. Please. I'm just going to open my eyes and
Elle peeked at her surroundings. Slowly she raised her head and hoped that her 10x11 dorm room would greet her with its faded paint and dingy light.
Was there always this much green in our dorm? Maybe we have a mold problem. Please, be a mold problem. Please be a
As her eyes began to focus, it became more and more apparent to Elle that she was not in her dorm room. One-hundred foot tall trees towered over her. Leaves, dirt, moss, were everywhere she turned. Elle blinked. Was she in a forest?
Elle massaged her head. Well, a forest is much better than being trapped with that sex-crazed kidnapper.
"Oh good, you're awake." A tenor voice called out to her.
Elle stiffened. Would this nightmare never end? I thought I escaped!
Elle and Mias Chapter 9"What is your name?"Elle and Mias Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you need to know the name of your food?"
"Would you eat an unknown food presented to you?"
"So long as it didn't look weird or smell bad."
The ghoul leaned in and sniffed her.
Elle was annoyed. She crossed her arms. "It's not going to take long for some very demented and terrible people to come after me and find me. I would prefer to be dead when they arrive. I hate to rush you, but could you stop picking at your food?"
"Name?" The ghoul leaned back, raising an eyebrow.
Defeated, Elle plopped her head into her hand and rested her elbow upon her knee. "Elle."
The ghoul smiled, showing ghastly long, sharp teeth. "Nice to meet you Elle, my name is Leadbury. Galfridus Leadbury, but I prefer to be called Leadbury."
"Nice to meet you, Leadbury. Now, are you going to eat me or not?"
Leadbury looked her over once more, sniffing the air. He reached out a clawed paw. Elle closed her eyes. This was it. She would escape.
She felt a definitive poke, as the ghoul's paw pushe
Elle and Mias Chapter 5Elle would have never guessed that Mias had such a compassionate counterpart. It would seem that Mias, after all, subsisted as the evil twin and Elias coexisted as the wholesome one, constantly shadowed and undermined by the heinous actions of his brother. He had convictions passions and they did not revolve around chasing skirt.Elle and Mias Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
It did not hurt that he was as devastatingly handsome as Mias, like a figure from an 1800s romance novel cover. He wore his hair long, neatly pulled back wearing a dark billowy shirt and nicely fitted pants that complimented his features.
"I am not from Ærworuld," she confessed, one morning during their daily get-together. "Mias came to my world and kidnapped me. I do not know how he managed to go through the portal. But he did and he can, which I understand to be thought an impossible feat."
Elias' mouth dropped open. "This is terrible news. No wonder he was able to recapture you, you could not escape... If I possessed the ability t
Elle and Mias Chapter 10The days drifted one into another, each passing without much fanfare or pause. She lived with the ghoul, underground in a cave-like dwelling. They shared stories and discussed books they had readLeadbury was surprisingly well read knowing more about Aristotle and Plato than she. He never pried into her past and occasionally she gave him vague details of what had transpired in the lonely depths of the Ágend family castle. That part of her life was past her and she refused to be a victim of circumstance. She recognized that she had made several keys decisions that lead to her misfortune. How could one night of carelessness lead to such tragedy? Never again would she act without reason or out of her better judgment. Never again would she act out of loneliness or from an attempt to fit in. All the philosophers she had ever admired advised against the exact lifestyle she had tried to pursue.Elle and Mias Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
Living in the forest with Leadbury had been a great healing to her broken soul. She had b
hurtful loveI love how you make me feel this feelingshurtful love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something I haven't ever felt
Maybe love does have a good thing in it
But now here I'm
So scared and hoping I'm making the right choice
All my choice were wrong and
I don't wanna do another mistake
Million mistake or probably more
It helps to hope that I choice the right one
So many people around me
Not knowing who to choose
But knowing that only you or him would be true
One day I'll look back and see this as a memory
Now I hope it won't only be a memory
I still don't want to wake up from my dreams
Cause their the best thing ever
Guess I'm loosing my ways around you
You seem to have total control over me
Only one thing could happen and my heart would be broken
I would be too hurt to pick up the pieces
Just hoping you'll make me feel better
And I hope you make me feel no regret
On giving love a chance
Let see what the future has in store for us
His memories: Ch.2His memories: Ch.2 in Short Stories More Like This
We were surrounded by our little cousins, who were arguing over this little problem which caused me and him to just stare at them and than I turned around and stared at him. He looked at me and saw me laughing at my little cousins, he just winked at me and had this smirk on his face.
After 10 minute of me and him staying with my little cousins, he said to me "We need to talk about that subject."
I nodded my head, knowing what he was talking about. We went into his room and we started our long conversation about what was happening.
Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, he said "It's my duty to protect you, we might be relatives, but we are also best friends. You can't depend on friends, they might not be there one day, but me, I'll always be here."
My heart beat increased, and I nodded my head like I knew this things before.
Poem13It's like you became the reason I wake up every morningPoem13 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's like there is no one better than you in this world
And I know if I look to my right I'll see someone better
And if I look to my left I'll find someone even nicer than you
Whatever goes in my mind, it happens to be about you
Nothing seems to stay their forever
It's like you became my drug of everything
It's like you're the reason I wake up now
The only thing I regret so much is you
You aren't worth it
But yet my thought always drifts to thinking of you
Your always on my mind
It seems somehow you became my drug
I could have sworn that I never wanted any of this
But you and your stupid signs
You brought me to where I am now
But your making me stronger
I'm feeling better by the moment
I know that one day
I will be looking back and saying
What was I thinking
Someone else is already taking over your place in my heart
Cause by now I know that your not worth it
I know one day I'll be fully over you
By time someone else would rep
Loving youLoving you i something wrongLoving you in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Knowing that you would never love me back
Just hurts my heart too much
Knowing that i must work on getting over you
The fast that you would never fall in love with me
Keeping my lips sealed
Till the day
When i can't handle it anymore
Your confusing my heart
Making it way more complicated than it already is
I'm loosing control
Just trying to find out 2 things
If its even possible that u might like me
And if i actually love you
You know so many girls
Which I'm sure
Would be their pleasure to love you
Just in time
When my life is so messed up
Their is no way
Not even in heaven or hell
Your gonna make me tell you
That I'm in love
This is the only thing
Your not looking for
So when i say
Trust me that you don't want to know
Than its a fact
That you really
Don't want to know
Poem10I'm wondering where had you get the beautiful smile of yours?Poem10 in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I'm wondering why your eyes sparkle everytime i look in them?
I'm wondering why your in every dream suddleny?
I'm wondering why you make my heart crazy?
I'm wondering where did you ever come from, with all that beauty?
I'm wondering how you are so amazing?
I'm wondering why, when i catch you looking at me, you just turn away?
I'm wondering why, when our hands touch, you never pull away?
I'm wondering, why I get things I never felt before?
I'm wondering, why I'm deeply in love with you?
I'm wondering, if you would ever fall in love with me, just like I'm deeply in love with you?
Poem16One little jokePoem16 in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
And look where you got me again
I swear I never thought I had feel like this
Over you, since me and you
Are brothers and sisters
There is no way
That we could be more
As the conversation keeps going on
This little joke happens
Between me and you and our friend
Our friend says that you love me
And you deny it
And our friend keeps arguing you to say the truth
But still you keep denying it
And I know it isn't true
But that not what every one else thinks
And as I get over you
This little joke got me on the hook once more again
And now I'm trying to take every little bad thought about you
And I'm trying to make me and you
Just brothers and sisters
I'm hoping with all my might
That it shall work
But my best friend tells me
What if it is true you have lost all your hopes can't you raise them just this time
I look down and smile remembering every word we said to each other
No way, I know him too good when he likes a girl he wont fear to tell her
And my best f
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p