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Story commission: Nai-EriThe sky was dark and polluted but the garden around them was bursting with the beauty the sky which it could hold. Bella craved the sky could be as beautiful as the flowers that bloomed in this garden.
She moved her fingers against the soft petals of a rose; the pink hue was so delicate. With one hard press of her finger it would break apart, and Bella wondered how her life could very well end up like the fate of all the withering; because at first, so beautiful, to only lose what once made them unique.
She looked up towards the sky yet again, contemplating something that was foreign to her, but a concept that intrigued her.
Her mind was wandering again…
A hand waved in front of her face, snapping her out of a potentially beautiful delusion, “Bella, didn’t you hear me calling you? I called your name many times.” He looked rather annoyed, but soon caught himself, “Are you feeling alright?”
Bella inhaled the sweet and enticing aroma of the swarm
Story commission: SavvymonsterI desperately wanted to know more about him, to dig deep inside his head and unravel the mysteries that were far too deep for me to sense openly. This man was different than the rest, and the more he talked the more he intrigued me.
The walking began to take a toll on me, but I would not let him see me struggling. It was a hot day, and I kept wiping the sweat rolling down my face. It was rather odd but I didn’t want him to see me sweat. I didn’t know if he would find it disturbing, for he could be a creature entirely different than I.
“You felt it too, you said?” His voice said to me so sweetly.
I found it hard to focus on what we were even doing anymore…
“Oh, yes. I felt a strange sensation just like you. I assume it is a stranger who landed upon my territory not too far away now.”
“Why didn’t you go and see once you felt it?”
I bit my lip. I really had no desire to tell him that I felt scared of the unknown person that had
Story commission: Piochan continuedYuna held her breath, holding her hand close to her body. Breathing became a real struggle for her with each passing moment as panic began to enter her mind. The first thought that formed was the children. What kind of traumatic scars would she leave if they stumbled back into the classroom to see her dead? She couldn't let that happen.
Then again…it wasn't like she was in any physical condition to move.
The pain mounted again and she could feel her body begin to tense up. This was it wasn't it? She had finally grown content with her life and now it just seemed useless. Teaching music was her passion, and now she was going to die because of it? Nothing made sense here anymore…what had she done to deserve such an act of tyranny? She had not even been given a chance to say goodbye to her loved ones. What sick game was fate playing?
She clenched her stomach, biting her lip with force, “Please…” she whimpered. The ache was becoming too great and as mu
Com: OshiruShe wanted nothing more than to break out of her shell and become the girl she wanted to be. Yet, she was so concerned with what everyone thought of her, that she condemned herself to live a life of weariness. There were so many things that she wished she could accomplish or do, without fear of what anyone would think. It was a quite a predicament that she was in. On one side she was very shy, but on another she acted like a tomboy—to let the men think she did not care about how she came off to other humans. Sadly, that was not the case. She acted tough and like a tomboy in hopes that they would not notice the sincerities that ripped deeply into her heart.
She turned her attention towards the scene in front of her. There were both men and women talking and acting so confidently towards one another. She watched as a young woman went up to her boyfriend and kissed him passionately on the lips. That was what she yearned for, what she longed to accomplish earlier in life rather than
AT: ToastiliciousIt was dark; the moon hardly gave enough for the human eye to see. The stars sparkling within the sky, helped to aid the process of seeing but there was still no hope in sight for reprieve.
The voices rang out so loudly, it burned into her ears, but she had to escape, to get away from these evil beings, if they happened to catch her, then it would all be over from that moment on.
“She stole it!” The voice rang out again, “We must stop at nothing to seize her!”
Her legs were burning now, the lump in her throat was growing dry, and she had to keep swallowing to get it to moisten. Her lungs were beginning to cramp up; exhausted by the amount of excess oxygen it was inhaling so rapidly.
“I shouldn’t have done it, no, no.” She kept saying to herself, but she had to keep running, she couldn’t let them catch her. Her legs were getting weak though, she knew her body well and there was only so much it could take.
Sneak Peak~I know what you’re thinking. I’m an Angel, so shouldn’t I be able to break out of a mere human’s prison?
Ah…that would be too easy, now wouldn’t it? Of course I had dreamt up of countless scenarios of which to escape. I acquired magic, yes, but again, it wasn’t that easy. There were rules set into place by my kind before my departure here. I had a mission to fulfill, a task that would alter the human race for centuries to come.
No, I’m not going to tell you what it is…at least, not just yet. What it initiates however, is catastrophic. There are many mysteries as to why I am here, but only a handful of facts that I would be allowed to reveal.
So… for now, I am an Angel that is being carted around like a prize, a prisoner for a lack of a better term. My time will come though…so don’t get too distracted in my lack of, fire.
I turned to look at Liam, sitting next to me, looking almost as lost as I felt. He had not
Story Commission: LacrirosaI watched her from afar, almost as if I was stalking her, and she was my prey. I don’t think she would ever return my feelings, even if I was brave enough to confront her about it. She had told me countless times that she had no desire to start a relationship with a man, so I don’t see how I would ever get a shot with her. She was the most beautiful cat I had ever seen and her name matched that beauty: Kokoro, the name was so soft, inviting and warm. I wanted to reach out and embrace her like I so yearned to, but that day seemed too far to even get excited about.
“Cotton!” I snapped out of my thoughts, “Yes?”
Kokoro tilted her head and I watched as her bouncy pink hair seemed to come alive,
“Cotton, were you paying any attention to what I was saying?”
I reluctantly shook my head, I wished to tell her I had been admiring her beauty from afar and anything else was second to that fact…but yet I couldn’t.
“No.” I admi
SC: LillyFrostYumi looked down at a small cross in her hand. This cross held so much meaning to her, but that meaning was still unknown.
She clenched the cross in her hand, pulling it close to her heart.
When she was younger a man had saved her, but she had been so young she had never thanked him or even tried to find out who he was. All she had left was this cross. She had been abandoned by her parents and her one guardian had passed away. Now that she was older, she had become sterner. This battling world was hard enough to survive in with companions but alone it was nearly impossible, and she was that small percent that was thriving alone.
She wanted so desperately to find this man that had saved her, that had put his life on the line to allow her to be safe but it was a dream that she knew would never visit her in this reality. She was forced to move on and in this world it was bad to allow your mind to be clouded with such devouring thoughts. Her world is almost consumed. There are four great s
Story commission: RurumieFreya slammed the door shut, startling the Professor, who was diligently at work. Sighing loudly, she made her way to her bed and, resting upon it, she stared at the ceiling.
The Professor knew it was obvious why she was acting this way; there was so many things he wished to tell her, but was sworn to secrecy to withhold.
“What ails you, Freya?”
She held her tongue for a couple moments, inspecting the robotic arms that had replaced her human limbs, “Isn't it quite obvious?”
The Professor tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows, “If that was so, I would be trying to mend you.”
Freya moved her foreign fingers; the sound of the metal clanked together, “Everyone within this town treats me like dirt. I did not choose to be this weapon of death. They act as though I begged to be a weapon of war,” she glanced over at him, “Tell me Professor, what makes them think they can treat me this way and get away with it?”
The Professor shook h
The StarI looked up at the building with nothing but a sense of trepidation. It was my dream to be discovered and become a world renown singer, but I was scared. They were holding open auditions today at Radical Records and I could already see that the lobby was filled with people. Some held guitars that they were tuning, others had drum sticks, and then there were the ones that were listening to Ipods and singing along. There were just so many people and I had infinite doubts about my ability.
"Gonna just stand there all day or are you going in?" someone asked and I looked over at the sound. I saw a black tank top with a red anarchy symbol painted on the front of it before following it up to a black studded collar and then a really handsome face. I nodded slowly, suddenly finding myself without a voice as I looked into gorgeous blue eyes framed by black hair, streaked with more blue. "Yes, you're going to stand there all day or yes, you're going in?" he asked, a smirk breaking up those perfec
Balance of Power 3I gasped, immediately swiping my hand to remove the foul smell from near my sensitive nose. As soon as it was gone, I blinked for a moment, trying to reorient myself with where I was. I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, remembering that I was in the den of my uncle's house and I'd just been told that Nova was pregnant. Nova was pregnant.
"Holy shit! Nova, you're pregnant!" I said, sitting up quickly and wrapping my arms around him tightly. He squeaked a bit in surprise, but then turned and buried his face in my shoulder. After a moment, I felt my shirt becoming damp and slid my hand up the back of his neck. "Sshh... It's alright, cutie. I was just... overwhelmed is all. We'll get through it together..."
"Someone should tell Tarot..." Conner said, looking pointedly over at my uncle. Uncle Jinx sighed, but nodded and scooped up Kross to go with him. He waited a minute before pulling back from how tightly he was hugging me.
"Can we... get off the floor now?" he asked. I nodded, shi
Balance of Power 8Nova had been restless all night and again he shifted. Suddenly he gasped and grabbed at his stomach before panting a bit to catch his breath.
"A-aiden... Aiden, wake up..." I sat up, already awake despite his desire to believe I slept through his restlessness.
"I'm awake, papillon," I growled out. "What's wrong? Are they kicking too hard?" He shook his head before groaning and grabbing at his stomach a bit more.
"I... I think you need to call Conner..." he said through grit teeth. My eyes widened for a moment before I bolted for the door, shifting as I went.
"Crys! Crys!" I yelled, paying no heed to my nakedness.
"What's wrong, Aiden?" Galen asked from the bottom of the stairs.
"It's time! Can you grab Conner?" I asked, but didn't really wait for an answer. Conner had already told me that we'd have to take Nova down to the Moon wing of the hospital for this. It was a safe environment just in case there were complications. I ran back into our room and quickly pulle
Break the Rules"Charlie, stop!" I hissed, slapping his hands off my hips. "I'm not gonna be your blow up doll every time Cindy doesn't wanna put out! Besides, you know the rules..." I added, looking away some. This was perhaps one of the only small towns out there that tolerated the fact that I was gay, but the number one rule was that I couldn't turn any of their precious sons to the dark side. In an effort to assure that no one would 'fall in love' with me, I could only have sex with someone twice. Just enough to satisfy their curiosity.
"But, Krystean..." he whined and I shot him a quick glare. I wasn't about to be lynched just because he had a higher sex drive than his girlfriend.
"But nothing! Now let me get back to work," I hissed before turning on my heel and heading back out into the diner. Sometimes I thought about leaving this town so I could settle down, but the rules weren't too bad. I didn't have to deal with disgusted glares or hate crimes and all I had to do was be lonely most of the t
Story Commission: pindangliciousThe savory broth filled her nose, rubbing against her nostrils with its aromatic fingers. The temperature was so hot that smoke began to escape from the boiling liquid. Within this fluid there were many spices, the noodles that swam around the bisque tangled around each other, exchanging their own wavy dance.
“Minto, come on you should really eat it! The soup tastes delicious!” A voice said from her right. She knew it belonged to her friend and she sighed in annoyance, the one thing that she hated was soup, ramen, anything that had to do with noodles. The way it smelled, looked and tasted was just so wrong to her that it was hard to convince her otherwise.
She looked down at the noodles, watching them twirl around each other as she coiled the fork around the stringy devils. She was accustomed to playing with her food when she did not like it, but she knew her friend wouldn’t let her leave without trying at least one bite.
“Please Minto!” Her friend leaned
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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