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~ Current time ~
Memories, they seem easy to hold on to, yet in reality, are fragile. Like delicate glass or china, memories are precious; yet, even something small could shatter them all. They are precious treasures that one keeps to oneself; although some may be burdens, others are beautiful moments that will always be in memory, long after the moment has passed.
And yet still, they seem like they would be forever, even though once they are gone, they seem like they were never even there.
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The sun slowly went down the sky and hid behind the horizon, taking its light with it. Soon there was darkness, but the darkness was pierced by the shining light of the moon and the many stars surrounding it.
Night; it was a good time of day, a time for sleep, a time for peace, a time for silence, a time for ‘games.’
Kagekao sat atop a building’s roof and peered down at the city. People left the streets and reentered their homes, some had happy families; husband, wife,
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Around 21 years ago in Japan there was a city. This city seemed normal, like the others, but it had something different about it; it was plagued by two resident demons and two wandering shinigami (Death god).
Unfortunately for the citizens of this city, the shinigami and demons did what one would expect them to do; murder people. Although once in a while someone managed to wound one of them, the creatures always got away with their malicious deeds. And like many creatures of this sort, most people thought of them as just a myth to frighten children.
“Don’t stay up past dark or the demons will get you!” People would tell children to prevent them from staying out at night. Contrary to most of their beliefs; these creatures were all too real.
Although shinigami of this sort were mostly solitary, these two were different. They were brothers, the older was named Ascaris, and the younger was called Scollex. They mostly hunted alone, although once in a while they woul
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Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
dead jay jokesAlex: See my friend Jay searching this place, I call it Jay WalkingMore Like This
*frickin shoots Jay in the gut*
Alex: Shot my friend Jay now he's not conscious, I call it Jay Droppin
*stands on Jay`s dead corpse*
Alex: Now I've got Jays on my feet
Why can't Tim sing the alphabet?
Because J isn't there anymore
CP: Radioface- originNoah stood inside his room that felt more like a cage. He hated it. Almost as much as he hated his life. His dad was a soldier in the new “war of the century,” which is why he was in this cage now. His mom and he had been kidnapped so long ago, that Noah couldn’t even remember how it had happened or when. He had had a somewhat happy life before all of this. Noah had Body Integrity Identity Disorder since he was a kid, so he tried to seriously hurt himself a lot. When he was eight, he gouged his own eyes out with a fork.More Like This
He didn’t care that he was blind now. Part of him was actually happy that he was blind now, so they couldn’t torture him with sights of his mom being tortured. Instead, they tortured him with music. Radio music, to be exact. Noah hated music so much, that just listening to it made his ears bleed. It was the fact that the volume was all the way up as loud as it could go that made him hate music
Noah was a fairly handsome 14-year-old. He had