Ugly WingsThe pain overwhelmed me as for a few fleeting secounds as the world went black and my body was flung into a large boudler, crushing the large rock and inevitably breaking my fall. My body was helpless to the pain.Ugly Wings in Short Stories More Like This
What was I fighting for?
Slowly i get up, a angelic figure approaching me, her wings spread wide and far. A pure angel, with beautiful graceful white wings.
She laughs and glares at me, her laugh venom to my ears.
"So you can still stand hmm?"
I growl and painfully get up, unsteady on my feet but i force myself to stand, my black cloak blowing in the wind.
Compared to this beautiful angel, i was ugly as hell. Though this didnt suprise me. I was never much to look at. Fallen angels never ended up looking beautiful.
Years before this, i once was a Celestial, or impure angel. My kind were always treated like shit by the pure angels, and most of us were thrown into hell. Thats what happened to me, and hell changed me. I was no longer angel....but demon
.:Makings of a Monster:.The water.... was it water?.:Makings of a Monster:. in Short Stories More Like This
I knew it was all around me....bubbling against my skin... and yet i...i couldn't tell if it really was water...
My eyes wont open.... I'm scared...
Where am I..?
Wait...just....just who am I?
There is something in my mouth... Its letting me breath....
Im scared....its so dark...
Wait...i hear....voices...Voices outside...Outside..?
She is making progress. Soon she shall be out and completed.The changing component has taken to her body well, testing shows she is strong and able.
What do they mean...? Changing component? Testing? what is this...?
She will be great for for filling her mission.Lets not let this experiment fail.
W-What?! Ex....Experiment...? I-I'm an experiment....?! That's not possible!!
Thank you Doctor for giving us your daughter to do this upon. You have done this country a favor with your contribution. You shall be payed well and taken cared of for this.
Wait....my...my own parent sold me...to...no...n
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Sonetara laid solemnly in her bed, stareing blankly at the ceiling, almost as if unconcious, her red hair turning a sickly pinkish as if the color that was once so promenent was fadeing. Noctes sat beside her, frowning softly at his wife's weak appearence. Since they were younger, Sonetara had been struck with Black Widow's bite, the nickname given to the plague many throughout Hell had gotten, Sonetara being one of the unfortunante ones to get it. This disease over the years had twisted Sonetara's personality, creating a monster which grew and took over her body, causeing pain and agony to many, and now, on her deathbed, this monster faded away leaving the empty shell of a body to her, only granting her a short while back in control, her mind now alive and strong for this moment.
She turns her head weakly to her husband and smiles faintly.
He gazes down at her, haveing not heard this calm sweet voice in
Life and DeathLife and Death were always close siblings. Though opposites, they loved eachother dearly. But as the years went on, They became more and more diffrent. Life was loved, admired for her beauty and innocence, her sweet cheery attitude won the heart of anyone she came across, some regarding the very land she stepped on to be sacred. However, for Death, he didnt have it as easy. People hated him, they made sure he knew it well. They thought of him as ugly and an unholy demon that plagued the earth. Everytime he drew near everyone pulled away from him, glareing at him as he somberly walked by. Everyone hated the stiff cold air around him. It wasnt his fault though. He was born with this air, and he knew it would stay with him forever.Life and Death in Short Stories More Like This
As they grew they became more distant. Life became a beautiful young woman. Her hair flowed down in lucious locks that carressed her soft thin curvy body, her eyes a beautiful sparkling blue that held utmost purity. Animals and people flocked to her, in hopes o
MagnetLet it go....I cannot.Magnet in Short Stories More Like This
This heart of mine is like a magnet
Constantly being attracted to you
Even if i wanted to pull away my attraction keeps pulling me to you
This liveing magnet is selfish
Though i know other magnets could get pulled into you i dont want it to be
I want to be the only one to be so close
This magnet of selfish greed is spirling out of control
WHat if this Magnet self destructs one day?
All i can think
Is how annoying this Magnet must be
Always wanting so much attention and love
This Magnet is turning into a monster
A selfish greedy possessive monster....
This magnet just doesnt want to lose what she believes is hers....what she wants to be hers....
Ahhh... Such an attraction is unhealthy huh?
It never stops
I just want to be the one to love you
me and me alone
Is that too much to ask?
The world is crumbling around me
the butterflies wings are being shredded to steal away its beauty
the world is falling to ash
and all i can think about
What They Truley MeanFor me, most of my characters have some part of me. Sometimes depending on who is in a picture I draw can depict the mood I'm in, or how I feel.What They Truley Mean in Profiles More Like This
Apocalyptica Blood Demore - My main persona, The Devil in my story Welcome to Hell. She is mainly my rebellious side, with a want to protect family and be a great mother. She also has problems with what she is at times, feeling like what ever falls to her hands will ultimately get destroyed.
Blake Demore - My secondary persona, a human turned demon in Welcome to hell, and also main character in Melody of Blake. This character is mainly to represent mischievous intentions with a playful air, though when it comes to the past with her male self it represents torment and the want for an end of life.
Sonetara Demore - Mother of Blood, she represents wanting to rid oneself of the past to make for a brighter future, to forget sins committed and to love and cherish family.
Necro - Eldest brother to Blake, he is a character that represents all depressi
The Cold never hurt this much...Lupus sat alone in an old forgoten apartment building, the walls falling apart and the whole place decrepit,stareing at a small self made fire. She looked over to the empty spot beside her, tears starting to well in her eyes. She sighed as she shook her head. Now wasnt the time to cry. Now wasnt the time for emotions. She simply closed her eyes and lost herself to memories, memories of a better time.The Cold never hurt this much... in Short Stories More Like This
"Lupus come now its time to eat!"
Zare's voice had always been so warm and happy, giveing her hope when she had none. She sat up beside him and he smiles.
"Can ya get the stuff off the fire?"
She quickly did, makeing sure their food didnt burn, he sitting back against the wall huddled in a blanket. They never could communicate well after their punishment for leaving the lab. Zare had both his eyes gauged out, while Lupus herself had her tongue ripped out. Lupus may never be able to talk to him, but he would always talk to her....even if he couldnt see her re
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Blood sits back in her desk chair, sighing as she relaxed, her crimson hair falling and gingerly carressing her shoulders and back and she stares at a picture she always had on her desk. She softly picks it up and smiles warmly. Her and her husband Arctica. All the years they had been together and their love never wavered. She smiles and sits back, the picture pressed softly against her chest as she thinks of him, her mind completlye on him and nothing else. Her tail softly wags and she looks at it. The ring he had made for her out of ice the first day they met was proudly displayed on it, and for the past 20 thousand years has never come off. She smiles as she remembers that day, the start of a beautiful love filled life.
Her bone core in her chest made her blood have a beating feeling in her chest, as if a heart was evident and present in her chest and she sighs happily and gazes out the window. Oddly the earth outside was coated in soft beautiful untouched snow and
My Nameless songMy whole life felt like one large waste of time. My self concious sat in that large empty White room, all alone, singing the song of my life.My Nameless song in Short Stories More Like This
At first a girl walked in. Her hair was short and blonde, complimenting her sparkling blue eyes well. I feel my hopes rise and continue to sing, my song gaining a bit of cheerfulness.
But, as quickly as she came, she left without a word, and my heart sank as my song saddened and i look down and continue.
For much time I was left alone... I questioned if i should stop singing, for who cared about the sad song of some lonely girl.
Now, a boy walks in and sits, though far away. I continue singing, my voice getting a bit louder to make sure im heard. He stays for a while, but then is dragged away by another girl, who stares at me bitterly and drags him away. Feeling alone and Not wanted, i turn my back towards the door, not wanting any part of it, my voice now softening to the point where i almost stopped singing at all, it now lacking emotion in its
.:The Four:.The Four were made from everything and nothing. Their purpose is to punish those who have not just sinned, but sinned so greatly that punishment is needed immediately.For this reason, the four came, to stain the earth and the afterlife in the beautiful crimson flower of life..:The Four:. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Siren, the first of the four. Called the Siren for her ability to lure those who have lied over and over in their lives, and have either greatly hurt others or ruined peoples lives with these lies. Her voice mesmerizes yet horrifies people, causing those she entrances to cause massive harm to themselves, often times when the body is found, the throat is badly minced up by what would look like a knife, and the tongue is cut out. Their souls are then taken to the end world to deal with the last of the four.
The Piper, the second of four. Called the Piper for the pipe he uses to control the rampant restless spirits of children who were killed by their parents or family. He uses his pipe to lead the children spiri
Mark of Eon Episode 2Mark of Eon ep.2Mark of Eon Episode 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Previously on Mark of Eon: Aaron filled with rage ran away from Black Society and met an old man in the forest who turned out to be a monster, who took his arm and left a mark on his left hand. Now is left to his doom.
Eon closed in on Aaron. “You wont feel a thing” said Eon as he grew blades from his forearms. Aaron had a look of despair knowing he couldn't get out of this one. Eon then lunged his blade toward Aaron’s heart, but it was stopped at the last minute by an unknown man. “You lay a hand on my nephew and it'll be the last of you” said Titus. Titus then punched Eon as hard as he could in the face, but he didn’t even flinch. Throwing multiple punches at him wouldn't even hurt him. Eon backhanded Titus into a tree. Eon eyed them both and left. Titus hurried and cradled his nephew in his arm “It'll be alright.....there there, nephew.” said Titus to the sobbing Aaron. Is this what I think it is? Titus
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The Queen bee
Previously: Phantom informed victoria that aaron and his crew were heading towards them. The queen then captured them and the crew is at her will.
“How rude of me I haven't introduced myself. I am vicotria the queen of the city of savages. I've heard of you, you're the boy who is of black and red society desent. How does that feel?” said victoria. “ No different.” said aaron. “I see, we'll aren't you a special boy.” said victoria. “Why are we here!?” yelled aaron. “Well that animated arm you have there, you need eon to get you're original arm back, right?” Asked victoria. “How do you know about that?” asked aaron. “simple my Father told me. He knows everything.......maybe i'll let you meet him.” said victoria with an evil grin. “While your at it you need to teach your men some manners, are they sexist or something!” exclaimed melissa. “oh my
Mark of Eon Episode 6MARK OF EONMark of Eon Episode 6 in General Fiction More Like This
Previously: titus and aaron traveled to the city of numblee and met a girl named melissa, after a dangerous battle with he a monster the two departed along with with an univited guess.
“How did you stow away! We literally just said bye over 30 minutes ago!!”yelled aaron. “im sorry but at the next stop we're going to have to take you home.” said titus. “AND GOOD RIDDENS” Yelled aaron. “please I want to come! I want to explore the world and help people like you do!” said melissa. “what we do is far more dangerous.” said aaron. “i bet your parents are worried sick.” said titus. “no they aren't I promise I left them a note saying i'd be back in no time..........please let me come i've never been outside of numblee.
” begged melissa. There was a minute of silence “oh what the heck! But once we get back to red society base were getting you home!” said titus with
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The city in the sky
previously: Aaron Titus and Melissa met a ninja named kito and his siblings. They six defeated a titan by the name of sway. After saying there farewells Aaron and his friend set out to look for another man with an animated arm.
“can we stop somewhere I need to eat something!” said Aaron as he fell to the ground dramaticly. “get up you big baby there was a sign that said sky city one mile away. So we should be coming across it pretty soon.” said Melissa. “But we're literally in the middle of nowhere!” said Aaron. “maybe you read the sign wrong, Melissa?”insisted Titus. “No I did not read it wrong! I read the sign it clearly said one mile!” yelled Melissa. “you probably still got smoke in your eyes.” said Aaron. Melissa hit him in the back of the head with her pole “I KNOW WHAT I READ!!!” Melissa hollered. “um you two, it says that sky city is In this pod....
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The true blade of a ninja
Aaron threw off his jacket and dashed towards the ninja. The two slung blades left and right, refusing to let the other win. The ninja lunged his blade at aaron's stomach but aaron spun around and tried to slice aaron. The ninja ducked and punched aaron through the gut. The ninja immediately countered it with a kick to the forehead. “hey man!” exclaimed the aaron as he and was struck. The ninja got a shuriken and threw it at aaron but aaron blocked it with his animated arm. He threw another one but it exploded and he was blown off the building. “AAAAAAAAhHH!” yelled aaron as he fell off the building. “Hmph that oughta teach him.” said the ninja as he started to walk off in the opposite direction, but as he made his way, aaron jumped back up in front of him with is animated arm formed into a cannon. The ninjas eyes got big as a cannon ball was launched to his chest. The ninja flew towards the
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The Woman in White
previously: as the story of tiro was being told, a mysterious man by the name of phantom appeared in the story. Aaron and his friends are still on there journey to find the elder.
“why can't we just head over to red society base, already? We are probally way off course.”said melissa. “we have to get to the elder, he may know more then we read about my animated arm.” said aaron. “Well atleast let me take a break, im soooooooooooooooo tired!” whined melissa. “Come on, woman! We gotta get there, there's probally a city up ahead where you can rest.” yelled aaron. “Hmph!” said melissa. “come on aaron, lets just go, she'll catch up.” said titus. Aaron made a mischevious face at melissa and followed Titus. “Alright im staying here!........ALL BY MYSELF!................................no one...(gulp)......around.” said melissa as her confidence started to go down and do
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The women of savage
Previously: victoria took control of aaron and right as titus was about to reach his demise a girl name akiho comes and rescues titus and melissa.
“Who are these people, akiho?” asked melissa. “There the woman that victoria wanted terminated, when she enslaved all of our brothers,fathers, husbands and uncles. We escaped under here and are waiting on the day when we can finnally strike and free our family.” explained akiho. “we can't stay down here forever, we're getting sick and some of them are starting to die. It's not easy at all.” said Akiho. “We can help.” suggested titus. “you can, but I doubt that we'll have a chance.” sadi akiho. “We have a friend who will die if we don't save him, we just have to try. We promise we will help get your men back, please!” begged melissa. Akiho smiled and said: “you love him don't you? (melissa blushes.) you would do what
Batman story. Letter to Bruce from his parentsGotham Knight (letter to Bruce from his parents)Batman story. Letter to Bruce from his parents in Short Stories More Like This
"This letter is to our son Bruce, in the event of our death tonight we give everything we own to you. The manor, the cars, and Wayne Industries is all yours. We trust that you make the right decisions and that follow your dreams. When we are gone, Gotham will slowly start to devour itself as it is now and the people will have no where to look to for salvation. And they will become of the city. And soon there will be no more Gotham. Our family has protected Gotham all we could for generations. But now it's your turn. You must start a legacy, you must be the light that shines down on the darkest day, the one who rises and guides the people to a better day,a day of peace, no killing, no stealing. The city Gotham was meant to be. We believe you will be the one who will save the city. You will learn what it means to be a man. I hope I have taught you the basics, the rest you must do on your own. You must never give up son, no matt
Mark of Eon Episode 3Mark of EonMark of Eon Episode 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Aaron jumped on the leg of the giant creature and sliced its arm off, making it's blood leak everywhere. It screamed with rage and threw Aaron into a building. As he was stuck, the monster pressed his hand on him and kept it there. Down below, Warthog and his troops were getting ready to attack the giant beast. Alex, Nightlace, and Titus quickly ran over to them. “Simmer down, troops. My son's got this” said Alex with confidence. “But he's getting torn up, he's gonna get KILLED!” yelled Warthog. “No, my son is completely capable of defeating this monster.” informed alex. “We’re here just in case something goes wrong” said Nightlace sarcastically. Alex looked up to watch the battle. The creature still had its hand pressed on Aaron's body. He kept pushing and pushing until a blade went through his palm and came out through his elbow. The monster’s
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NO MANS LAND
Previously on Mark of Eon: Aaron was named an elite at last and is on a journey to get his arm back.
The train was chugging along the road. Inside the train, you could hear the laughter of kids, the snoring of travlers trying to catch up on some sleep, and the sound of the train whistle. Titus and Aaron were looking at a map. “So, here we are in the country of Bravhar, where Black Society resides. Red Society's base is in Neayo, the country next to us.hmm seems what we need to do is get off at this city, called Numblee and from there we just take the much longer way to get to Neayo. It'll give us more time to search for Eon” explained Titus. “Sounds like a plan!” said Aaron. In the train engine , the conductor seemed to be tied up and stuffed in a corner. “What is the meaning of this?!” exclaimed the conductor. There were men In the engine were men with yellow bandanas over there face.
On a walkie talkie one of them sai
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
A Cracked MirrorSo coldly amusingA Cracked Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
The casual risk looming ominously
Why am I so out of touch
A thousand tiny pinpricks tormenting my psyche
To take that chance
A halfhearted leap of faith
My doubts weighing heavily upon me
Making progress so ponderously slow
The image within that polished surface
My face, my knowledge, my soul
Only the outermost layer of the armor I'd built up
A harsh carapace coated with sharp filaments of frost
I know I'm cold
A lazy defense against a passionate heat
The violent kind
What they'd see is only the clearest reflection
Out of my control
My own distorted image
A gentle visage reflected in a cracked mirror
But not even tangible
©A. DeMario 2012
Lady of RavensSinging such a haunting melodyLady of Ravens in Free Verse More Like This
In a voice steeped in endless intrigue
Playing coy and drawing you in
Calling her Ravens to cut off your retreat
Closing in, her talons raised
Provocative smile to sup on your soul
Only a song
Just enough to tame her darkness
More than enough to bring her back
Who is this man
Sharing the Owl's knowing eyes
A stoic sentinel with feathered hair
His voice a honeyed razor
Cutting the darkness
Ensnaring her emotion
A bond is formed
Now a steadfast ally
His blade is hers
If only she will control her darkness
Accepting his light in repose
A proud adviser to his Lady of Ravens
A valued comrade to her Owl in the Dusk
©A. DeMario 2012
Tamed by the MuseTales of the forest spoken from lips velvet softTamed by the Muse in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lightly sensuous as they curve into a smile
A lady of expression, a bridge of hardship she'd crossed
If only to stay and talk awhile
Red hair a reflection of ideas burning within
A magnetic sickness that joyfully infects
Once again allowing an alluring madness to begin
Sharing secrets of which I fiercely protect
I feel like I've been tamed by the Muse
My fear and uncertainty stealing my energy
Because of her, my inspiration is new
A force that can't be restrained by gravity
©A. DeMario 2012
DreamsSilently falling past shining pools of quicksilverDreams in Free Verse More Like This
A sardonic sickness infects me
Indulging pleasant delusions of potential
Memories of fevered stories, keep me company late in the night
Immersing yourself in the rains of long-term dreams
Finding that comforting place to ease a restless soul
I love it here
Without obligation or a care in the world, they have my pity
When my tired eyes flicker and open, cringing from the light
I quietly lament my personal transitory heaven
Reality sucks, but things are more valued, and ideas aren't as fragile
Greeting the day with a practiced zeal, I will accept what makes me stronger
©A. DeMario 2012
A Face in the FireFury burning hot and suffocatingA Face in the Fire in Free Verse More Like This
Anger red and raw
Resentment a toxin fatal and nauseating
Hatred a gnarled grasping claw
My rage festers withing a decaying shell
As I indifferently choose to reign it in
That same irritation that I know so well
May buy me a one stop trip into Hell
There's a face in the fire that's calling out to me
Beckoning with talons so tauntingly sweet
Trying to shape my mind into what it desires it to be
Looking forward to the day that I'd admit my defeat
Temperance pulls me into a comforting embrace
Forgiveness pulls me out of the smoke
Hope smiles with a shining face
Peace flows beside it wearing a silver cloak
Nurturing optimism with a gentle hand
Piecing it together without pause
With full understanding flowing like sand
Allowing me to avoid wrath's yawning jaws
There's a face in the fire that's calling out to me
Beckoning with talons so tauntingly sweet
Trying to shape my mind into what it desires it to be
Looking forward to the day that I'd admit my defeat
Chant of OptimismRelease the Good within usChant of Optimism in Free Verse More Like This
Break the chains that bind us
Hold all hope within the heart
Covet the faith that guides our way
Aid me in my ability to see the truth
Trust in my judgment to see me through
Fight the ignorance that others may sow
Believe in knowledge to understand injustice
Love all whom are dearest to you
Make a vow to see only the good in life
Live for tomorrow by the conclusion of today
©A. DeMario 2012
Mezzo ForteUp TempoMezzo Forte in Free Verse More Like This
Just a little more
A voice of silver
Gliding above an ethereal melody
I wear it like a a liquid shroud
Passionate words flowing around me
Suffused with life
With tales deeper than the Sea
Hold on tight
It's no secret
Making me more fully alive
My Treble untarnished
I've found my Mezzo Forte
©A. DeMario 2012
Power of the VoiceProjecting beauty within a single breathPower of the Voice in Free Verse More Like This
Reveling within their rapture
Cascading notes caressing jaded souls
Amusement amid the standing applause
Even in life the joyful sound never leaves
Speaking; letting them forget the troubles in their lives
I understand the power of the voice
©A. DeMario 2012
Devil WithinA cool wind floats on a heartfelt whisperDevil Within in Free Verse More Like This
The calm wind it brings will make you sigh
Finding you've grown to lonely to treasure the little things
As you're drawn into a void of darkest despair
Deep within the shadows of your heart
Your candle flickers weakly
Feebly trying to burn without warmth or life
To sacrifice contentment is the lesser of two evils
Between happiness and oblivion is where I choose to settle
Even as it tries to corrupt with filthy talons of doubt
Only a dwindling spark of optimism keeps the candle alight
That deceiving demon that has many faces
Unable to cope with my blatant refusal to surrender
The light, my goddess, the wraiths of hope
Gently healing the hurts upon my soul
I can't escape the devil within
But with each victory gleaned by comrades in arms
I find my candle burns even brighter
©A. DeMario 2012
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"Hey.. Mae? Is that you?" called out the nicely dressed Roy Blackwell.
The male was wearing a black pin striped tuxedo that was nicely pressed. It was complimented with a white collared dress shirt and a satin red tie. His dark hair was styled and tousled with gel for the special occasion.
He had spent the entire night searching the crowd for Mae. He saw her silhouette from where he stood and was certain it was Mae.
"There you are. I haven't seen you all night. What are you doing out here?"
The scent of cinnamon candles drifted in the air and pleasant holiday tunes could be heard coming from the packed mansion. The Blackwell family was known to host some of the greatest parties. However, this did not perk even a bit of interest in the young girl that leaned against one of the mansion's pillars.
As he approached the girl, his grey eyes widened.
Mae turned her body in the direction of the familiar voice. Her soft face was paired with nude glossy lips and a slight hint of blus
The Final Goodbye.“It's going to be so awesome once your a gym leader man!” Carter said happily. He swung his right hand onto Nero's back.The Final Goodbye. in Drama More Like This
“Easy Carter! You'll break my back one day.” Nero grinned and readjusted his hat which started to slide off his head from the heavy pat.
“I can't wait to beat you. You managed to see Lugia, your goal was accomplished! I seriously need a goal too. I bet you'll be a gym leader in less than a year! You've got everything.”
Mae smiled in the distance at Carter. Although she was far away, he noticed her eyes were different. They looked sad and empty-and he knew it wasn't due to his departure. He attempted to push her buttons like he usually does to make her agitated.
“You've even got a cute cry baby by your side!” Carter said out loud. He wanted Mae to hear him from where she was. Carter elbowed his light haired friend. Nero looked over at Mae and tried to smile.
“I'm not a cry baby!” Mae yelled out. Her
The MeetingLoud bursts of laughter could be heard coming from within the Reed household. The giant mansion was well lit and the smell of baked goods and a delicious meal drifted in the air.The Meeting in General Fiction More Like This
“Mae, your father and I will be leaving for quite some time. You will be in the care of your grandparents now,” said a slender woman with dark shoulder length hair. She showed off the whites of perfect teeth. “Will you be okay, darling?”
Not even the quietest sound escaped from the timid young girl.
“Honey, your mother asked you a question, you should respond,” stated the gentlemen who sat across from the woman who spoke. He rubbed his freshly shaved face as he waited for a response.
“Maybe she’s just a little hurt about the situation,” a gentle voice said. It came from a beautifully aged woman who was cutting into freshly baked apple pie. “This is a lot to take in for her age. Darren had to deal with a similar situation when he was mu
MaexNero: ForgottenThe smell of apple pie drifted in the air.MaexNero: Forgotten in Romance More Like This
"It's almost done! Can't wait- I'm starving here!" exclaimed the young male. His black hair strands blew across this silver gray eyes. He wore a nice red shirt and stunning black tie under his jacket. He had just returned from an important business meeting. He was quite a handsome young gentleman. He took a few steps closer to Mae who sat with her nose buried in a book. "I really think you need to take a break."
She looked up to see the kind eyes of Roy Blackwell, a close family friend of hers. He was quite the treat for a woman's eye and he was also ambitious and very caring towards others. She smiled and placed the book down next to the marble Dragonite statue she was leaning on.
"Aren't you cold? It's chilly out here and you're leaning on that. Here-" He took off his green jacket pull over and walked over to her. "Arms up!"
"No- I'm oka-" She couldn't continue. Roy started to tickle her s
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Applause carried out throughout the huge classroom. Mae lifted her head off her desk and grabbed her stomach.
I don't feel so good.
The redhead who had just finished her report on her future career took a seat next down to Mae. She wore a smirk on her face and addressed Mae.
"I know that one day I will be able to build a gym here and become certified to run it. I'm going to have the toughest pokemon and I'll beat you in every battle," she threatened.
Mae looked at her strangely.
Why does everyone expect each other to be great trainers and gym leaders?
"Very good Lily, Mae you're next. We'd like to hear what you want to do and how you will accomplish it," the teacher gave Mae a reassuring nod.
Mae slowly got up and walked towards the front of the room. One of her classmates waited for the teacher to write on the black board, then slid his leg out and caused Mae to trip on purpose. Many of the students let out a roar of laughter at the prank. Mae's face turned re
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The cool breeze made Mae realize she was still alone on the grassy field. Roy was supposed to home back to his house the next day. Rena licked Mae's small tanned hands to remind her she still has her Pokemon by her side. She let her body rest against mother nature's green blanket and started to contemplate what her next course of action was.
Roy, how could you do this for me. Are you that desperate?
Mae took a blade of grass and tickled Rena's nose with it. Rena's snorted and Mae cheered up. She quickly sat up and grabbed a notebook out of her book bag. Her finger crossed over several pages and Mae's face lit up.
"Well- looks like all my appointments are over and I think I should take a break. Maybe I should go visit Nero like he suggested in his letter, what do you think Rena?"
Her Ninetales Rena nudged up against her face in agreement. She missed Mae's childhood friend too.
"Well, let's see, I still want to speak to Roy to figure out what the hell he was thinking... Let's sti
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Mudkip playfully rolled in the pile of letters on Nero's bed.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
Nero grabbed the letters that were underneath his trusty Pokemon and skimmed over all the words. He sighed.
"So boy, ya think I should finally mail all these out to the Blackwell household?"
Mudkip nodded innocently.
"She's never written to me I hope she doesn't kill me the next time I see her for doing this. It could ruin anything she has between herself and any person right now. She's probably seeing Roy right now.. That's probably why she hasn't written to me. I gotta admit, he's good with the ladies.."
He gripped one of the letters and accidently crumbled it.
"Oh, shoot. UGH. I'll just start putting them in envelopes now."
He went over to his packed office. There were mounds of paperwork on his desk that he had to sort through and approve. He had a lot on his plate as a new gym leader. However, he couldn't get one girl off his mind..
Mae What have you been
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As the bright sun touched the horizon, the sky turned beautiful warm tones with hints of pink and purple. Flocks of taillow and pidgeys flew over and created a nice gust of wind which blew leaves to surround and comfort the two teenagers sitting on a bench.
"-But Nero, you want to be a gym leader, raise Pokemon to be strong, battle many other trainers- you have so many great goals you want to achieve. I don't have anything," said Mae with a heavy heart.
"Mae…" The light blue haired boy was concerned about his close childhood friend.
"What can I do, Nero? My parents, they want to sell Pokemon for money. Do you know how horrible that is? I love Pokemon, I want to raise and care for them. I don't want to use them for money like they do. All they care about is wealth. I can't make my parents happy. When I found my vulpix, my family was so disappointed that I didn't want to use her to battle with and earn money. I can't make myself nor anyone else happy."
Dear to My HeartYou've always been,Dear to My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
even before I knew you
like a well-fitting crown
with no jewels
a comforting reminder of
simplicity and importance
filling, like chocolate cake
coated with coconut frosting
embracing, like the autumn sun
barely overpowering the listless wind
encouraging, like a cast that
holds in place my healing bones
All of this, and more,
I am reminded that the cold
is not just for me.
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And your twisted malfeasance to my
decision making process
Able bodied brainwashed graphite structures
Gyrating wings like swimming owls or
diving with cinderblock
Chimneysweeps link batons together like
verses on pointless algorithms
Calculating the Brittality of
hardened sugar and bleeding teeth
And now in repose
Our faces express nightmares
In our waking hours, He dreamed,
UnfortunatelyMaking the sun sit stillUnfortunately in Free Verse More Like This
In the middle of the day
Behind the clouds, behind the clouds,
And the sun is there, but seen at all?
Like the cry behind a scowl.
I've seen the broken bone,
Torn skin, marrow pouring out.
The loss is there, the cringe.
But the sun sits, still.
Behind the clouds
On the other side.
MercyA sweeping wind flew into the past andMercy in Free Verse More Like This
Drew forth breathing, screaming, helpless
With eyes, the humans were blind and
Drew forth hopes and dreams, formless
Took hold, took hold of hope.
Pride built like nations,
Alliance of prosperity.
Self preservation, fear of death,
Fear of embarrassment
Fear of realizing one's own weakness.
A sweeping hand flew into her face and
Drew forth breathing, silencing, helpless
Melted and confused, broken more and more
By those so bent on
Self preservation, fear of death,
Fear of embarrassment
Fear of realizing one's own weakness.
Ignorance was bliss,
Now it is a cradle
The birthing place of sin
Can it be forgiven?
The sweeping hand may never ask.
Red, orange, black.
A sweeping arm
Flew around her waist and
Drew forth healing, calming, kindness
GraspStars don't fall.Grasp in Free Verse More Like This
Stars don't breathe
What are stars,
But another's sun?
Why are stars so tiny?
I am so small
My thoughts are so big.
I, small, contain
The river runs to the sea
The bird feeds its young
The ant carries its load,
The suns . . .
The suns . . .
The suns . . .
My thoughts do not contain.
The Creature and Her CompanionsThere was a creature in the fourth deepest forest that was extremely quiet.The Creature and Her Companions in Short Stories More Like This
None of the others could avoid speaking to her, but the only sound that returned was the smearing slippery sound of decomposing leaves under their claws, and paws, and hooves.
It wasn't silence, though: you could hear her breathe. Or at least, her snout flared gently, like a time-lapsed video of a traitor's head exploding from the impact of a bullet. The frames went by, redder and redder, and then it was rewound as she inhaled. Her nostrils shrank.
She wouldn't speak; she feared her own voice. The inactivity of her throat left room for colonization.
"How was your day?"
"Just fine," the browning leaves would reply. "Just fine, just fine." Always, and
They couldn't tell her hooves were bleeding. Her majestic mane was stitched in place to stifle the growth of her own sinewy hair.
They wouldn't tell her eyes were black and crusted half shut, with ants trailing to and fro from the colony in her throat.
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Throbbing with life and purpose
So often ignored,
So often abused.
The sun is red,
It boils too hot;
Flames often thought of as alive
Hungry, devouring forests.
Like shadows, cannot exist
Without their antipode
Pain sears through
Like a javelin;
Entrails fly along
Like worms dangling on a hook.
Energy is sapped
As the trees turn black and orange
Glowing and hazy:
Smoke only above all the red.
Forgotten stones resonate
Heat and cold play no role
The ax may break the stone
The stone cries, or laughs.
The graveyard holds nothing,
Nothing but memory.
The gates keep nothing out,
Keep nothing in.
You, reach out,
O, reach and grasp
For your hopes and dreams
Another timeline: outcome.
Do you think it's not mutual?
Don't your hopes and dreams
Reach out, O, reach and grasp
For your outcome?
The sun is too hot,
It boils, and the stones sing,
Sing, sing, in pieces,
Shattered by the frozen, molten ax.
Living a Memory part 3The next morning, we were awoken by the nurses for our morning medicine dose. The main nurse stayed, but the others left. She told us that Colonel Mustang wanted to see us after we had gotten ready. I tried telling her that we didn’t have any clothes, but she just shushed me and walked over to a cupboard. She pulled out 2 little outfits for us to where. I smiled. I had jeans with a black t-shirt that had the creature on it. Finn was given another clean pair of shorts and a little black tank top. I brushed my sister’s hair and braided it like mom had shown me a year ago. It made Finn happy to have her hair braided again. But it put me in a melancholy mood because of the memories that followed the act. I just shrugged it off and brushed my hair, however I left it down. When we were all ready to go, I slipped on a pair of sandals that they provided us as did Finn. The Nurse led us down the hall to the Colonel’s office, but I led the pack for I had mastered the route alreLiving a Memory part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Living a Memory part 2That’s when I woke up. Very slowly, I pried open my eyes to find 3 nurses surrounding me. My body hurt like crazy. I looked down to see my leg was fully bandaged and my head was bandaged too. I reached up and held it to stop the headache.Living a Memory part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
One of the nurses sat on the edge of my bed. “Morning Sweetie. We’re glad to see you awake finally. How are you feeling?”
In a hoarse voice, I managed to say, “Yes.”
I had meant to say good, but I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning. The nurse smiled for she seemed to understand what I meant. She helped me sit up and sip down some liquid medicine to help my pain. Then it hit me.
“Where’s my sister?! Where’s Finn?!”
“Calm down. You’re sister is fine. She is over here, see?”
The nurse pulled back a curtain to reveal my little sister. She was still asleep. I sighed with relief. She was ok and alive. Her arm was bandaged, but other than that she didn't seem to have any
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The year was 1994. The night was cold, bitter as snow drifted from the dark, foggy sky. One soul traveled down the lonely streets of Malibu, California. Escaping creepy men hidden in the shadows and avoiding the Town police, Sage Hills made her way to what she hoped and dreamed to being a better future. Her life was not a pleasant one. Born into a high class, stuck up family, she was expected to be a perfect child. That was till the testing began. At the age of 3 years old, she was taken to be tested and made sure she was in fact perfect. If she didn’t pass the ordeal, she’d be casted from her family. The testing went well for a while, then the accident occurred.
One of the scientists hit a button and overloaded the machine. There was an explosion, but miraculously Sage survived. She was taken home. Everything seemed normal, then a month passed. Sage discovered that she could lift objects with her mind. It was great. She kept it a secret till the age of 9. Her mo
Living a Memory part 1I grew up in the small town of Resembool. It lies in the grassy hills of no where, in the great country of Amestris. You’re probably thinking, ‘Oh! She grew up in the same town as the Elrics, they must have been best friends...blah..blah..blah.!’ You’d be mistaken. I didn’t meet the Elrics for several years. But I’ll get to that later. Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Avery Kinsle. When I lived in Resembool, I lived with my parents Phillip and Tanza Kinsle. They were simple bakers in town and usually left the kids home to watch over the house. I had two other siblings. There was my older brother named Hunter who was 2 years older than me, and my little sister named Finn who is 3 years younger than me. I loved to tease her and call her my little Finn Kin. She always gets so testy when I do, but we love each other very much. Both my siblings inherited my mother’s deep black hair and only I got the musty brown hair of my father.Living a Memory part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
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Sage was cold, tired, and hungry beyond belief. She could have found a spot to lay and sleep, but she knew she had to keep moving....to find her dream. She felt it in her heart, that it was not long away. Her clothes were nothing more than a couple rags now. Its been 4 years since her parents casted her away. She was now 13 years old, and alone. Year after year she hoped her dream would come true, but no one answered her prayer. No one wanted to take in a scrappy, little girl like her. This was Malibu after all. She was weak from exhaustion. Her feet were bruised, battered, and scarred from lack of shoes. Her hair was the definition of a rats nest, all bunched and tangled up. She hadn’t bathed for a few months since she hadn’t found any bodies of water in a while. Eventually she came upon an alleyway full of large garbage bins in between two very fancy restaurants. She decided to camp here, hiding behind the bins when waiters came to dispose of leftovers.
A Rift in TimeThroughout time, there is and always has been the legend of the Doctor, and how he always is in great battles with his arch enemies; one of his biggest enemy being the Dalek. What are Daleks, you might be asking yourself. Daleks are aliens; Aliens that hide away in robotic suits. They always have the need to take over the Earth since their own planet was destroyed. Not many Daleks remain, but yet they always seem to find a way to come back swinging. However the Doctor, in his many regenerated forms, is and always will be there to stop them. Their battle is a never ending war with no winner and no loser. But in their greatest battle to date, one girl will become the beacon that splits the two for good.A Rift in Time in Short Stories More Like This
“Exterminate! No Survivors!”
The Daleks invaded Earth for the upteenth time and raged war once again on the Doctor, attempting to destroy him and his friends once and for all. The plan was to take out the Doctor first and then take over the planet Earth once and for a
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I wish you could see your face right now...
"M-Mo-chan!" you gasped out, your sides aching from laughing too hard due to the long fingers dancing on your abdomen. Your golden-eyed boyfriend only laughed gleefully and proceeded to tickle you even harder.
"Please stop!" you cried, trying to push away his hands. Momotarou's smirk only grew wider and he buried his beaming face where your neck connects with your clavicle to get a better position.
"Maybe if you beg, I'll consider it." He snickered and you stared at him, both mouth and eyes wide open. That jerk! You were about to snap something back at him until Momotarou poked your side harder than before, causing you to squeal.
"Momo, please! I-I ca-can't...!" your own sentences were interrupted by your bursts of laughter. You attempted to move your hands away from his hands to his chest. After a few tries, you finally
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We would go out on the weekend to escape our busy lives.
You adjusted the top of your dress for the final time. It was a (color) dress with a sweetheart neckline. You usually didn't wear clothes as revealing as this one, but you would be going out to dinner with your boyfriend. It's been quite a while since the two of you last spent some time together, and you wanted to look nice for hi-
"(Name)! I'm here!" you heard a boisterous voice sound from across your apartment, breaking you out of your thoughts. You smile and hurriedly step out of your room to see your energetic boyfriend. Your eyes meet amber ones and the smile on your face stretches wider. Momotarou grins at you a few feet away.
"Hey," you breathed out, and walked over to your handsome boyfriend. God, he looked as great as ever. His hair was slightly messy, giving him a voluminous look and he wore that khakis and black button up shirt you
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Right now could last forever...
You stared at the (fave color) blanket across the grass. A picnic basket and a certain russet-haired boy were on top on the cloth. Your eccentric and smiling friend patted the spot next to him, expecting you to sit down in the next few seconds.
"Are you going to sit down?" Momotarou questioned, tilting his head quite adorably. A pink blush spread across your face as soon as your brain processed everything that was going on.
You slowly sat down next to the crimson haired boy. "You called me over to the park to have a picnic with you?" you asked. He beamed at you and nodded, his own blush covering three quarters of his cheeks.
"Y-yeah! You said you were feeling stressed about finals coming up, a-and Sei-nii said it would help!" he explained nervously. It was half the truth, anyways.
"You want to what?" Seijuro fro
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And we're sitting on your kitchen floor on a Tuesday afternoon.
The only sounds ringing through the kitchen were the sounds of buttons clicking, the battle music from Pokemon X and Y, and the cries of your Pokemon when they were sent out into battle. Well, and of course, curses and insults.
It was a Tuesday afternoon and you were just about to prepare some lunch for you and your boyfriend to eat before he ambushed you, claiming that "your eyes met and you must battle him." Of course, you were not going to back down from the challenge and quickly retrieved your console to battle him on the kitchen floor.
"Momo, you jerk!" you exclaimed and proceeded to order your specially-bred Togekiss to preform 'Nasty Plot'. Your boyfriend only laughed and tapped on his 3DS screen. You shot him a glare then cheered when his Chesnaught's 'Hammer Arm' missed. It looked like you would win this battle, after all!
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Just watch from a safe place...
"Oh, so you're dating Nanase-san now?" Momotarou interrupted you a tad bitterly. You glanced at him in slight surprise. He had never snapped at you like that before.
You looked away. "U-uh, yeah... he should be here soon. Anyways, how have you been lately?" you inquired, glancing around the bar to look for your lost friends and boyfriend. The atmosphere suddenly felt uncomfortable and awkward and you just wanted to get the hell away from here.
He shrugged. "I guess I've been better." You smiled at him slightly.
"College?" you guessed and took another sip of your drink. It tasted bitter and perhaps a bit disgusting, but it kept your mind off of things, so there was no need to complain. Momotarou tried smiling back at you, though it came out as more of a cringe.
"Yeah- something like that.
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Bumblepaw didn't waste time and skirted down the mountain. His paws felt as light as falling leaves and he ran with the quickness of WindClan. Bumblepaw ran from the mountain and around the right side of the lake. He didn't want to be too close to the mountain in case unwanted cats came after his Clan. Bumblepaw tried to think of all of the essentials that a Clan would need. Food and water were a given, so Bumblepaw picked the land on the other side of the lake opposite of the mountain. There was plenty of food here, and the water was there in huge quantities. The water also helped with protection. Bumblepaw couldn't think of much else that a Clan would need.
"Duh," Bumblepaw then meowed, "a camp!" Bumblepaw cursed himself at his stupidity and started looking for the camp. It would have to be away from the water in case of floods, but not too
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It rained through the early morning hours. Brackenstar stood in the wet, water dripping into his eyes and soaking his pelt to his skin. Cold was already creeping into his bones. He hated being soggy, but he didn't know a cat that didn't. Everyone rushed through their duties to hide anywhere that was warmer to groom themselves dry. Slyfoot was unlucky, however. Brackenstar wanted to watch the she-cat with her apprentice Molly. Creampelt was the new member's original mentor, but it soon became clear she couldn't handle the responsibility. The queen was nearing her second and final moon before giving birth and was sleeping most of the day. Just that morning, Brackenstar had ordered her to the nursery to rest.
The forest did a good job at keeping the water levels low. The many trees drank the liquid faster then it could fall. But there was
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The forest was frigid in the mornings, making it difficult to get started. Brackenstar had sat up from his nest regrettably and forced his paws to work in the frozen air. White smoke gathered around his nose and mouth when he breathed, and a thin layer of sparking frost covered the grass and lined the rock wall of the camp. Leafbare had finally made its home in BrackenClan, and the idea was terrifying. This would be Brackenstar's true test of courage and strength, he just hoped the lives given to him be the nine StarClan cats would be enough to get him through this season.
Longlegs and Slyfoot would ready to leave. They huddled together against the still cold of the morning, shivering a little as the warm dreams of the night were whisked away. Brackenstar didn't feel like eating, eyeing the fresh-kill pile only briefly. What he needed was a hot kill.
The dawn patrol was always the
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It was nightfall and the snow still fell silently. The white specks glittered silver hovering over the ground before finally taking their place among their kin. They covered the backs of the Clan as they moved in beside one another to fit inside the medicine cat's den. Brackenstar waited for everyone to settle. He leaned against Slyfoot for support and in the nest next to him Springkit's coughing had become worse and now her brother curled up next to her, coughing as well.
Only Rose and her kits were missing. Slyfoot had urged her to stay in the nursery.
"You all know that Sootears will be BrackenClan's medicine cat," Brackenstar began. "But without a proper way to communicate with StarClan she can't be trained or taught what she needs to know to be a medicine cat. That is why I am leaving with her first thing in the morning to travel to the Moontree."
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Under the barn it was damp, dank, and had a rotting smell to it. The ceiling was low, forcing all of the cats to bow their heads and necks to scurry passed like scared mice. There were tunnels no bigger than Brackenstar himself that snaked under the barn and were cloaked in darkness. There was one area that was more open; in fact it was quite impressive. Brackenstar and his patrol were pressed against each other, but the overall den was wide and extended on the far side about three cat-lengths. Figures moved without a word down different tunnels or clawed their way to the surface. It was interesting, but a cat didn't belong under the ground, its prey did.
"This is the cove," Blue said. He crouched in front of the visitors. "Most of these tunnels were made by rats. We've been widening them since we started living here. The cove happened when the