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"There is no time.."
the world sublime.
"Timeless is the soul"
... And it swallows the world
...peace is a lie. Brandy - Chapter 7So then. The game board had finally been swiped clean, no more pawns, turrets.... knights... or king... or queen. That sharade of a game had finally come to an end as it was expected to. It had not been without pain, despair absolutely drowned in insecurity and practically sisters with insanity herself... No. Nothing of the old that had molded Kris now remained and to a certain extent, he had anticipated all of it in an inviting thought. Yes, most of us invite change, few can handle it when it's drastic. His was complete. Like dying... and waking up the next morning like you had just been born. Ah, but if only it were that easy... The past always... always has it's claws dug so deep into present and future that every move you make you are reminded of moments that had been, beautiful or intense, and that shall not be¬ ever again. So then. One is left with nothing, except for the knowledge of having lost everything and, nonetheless, with vague and intangible promises of the future.
MalakaiThere are many things that linger in the back of human minds, that are not necessarily of this world and yet they are there, living, breathing and thriving amongst them...
2 a.m., city of Rome, downtown, The "Sancta Sedes" Vatican
Malakai was very upset. He had been on the lead of a secret that brought him to the holy city and now it was gone leaving him alone in the relative darkness of the plaza, leaning against one of the pillars with the statue of a saint in top. His deep brown hair was taking the imagery of waves in the subtle wind of the night as his gaze was fixed on the cobblestones and all he could say for himself was... "Damn it all. There. A little swear for the Sancta Sedes to hear." Felt good nevertheless, as defiance always does along with the expectancy of divine smiting... that never comes.
Truly alone in his existence, Malakai was the sole heir to his family's fortune which consisted of numerous parchments, codex and alchemical texts that his parents had partly
... I am. Brandy - Chapter 6How magnificently and deliciously dark the room was, making no distractions of the sorounding furniture, books or anything else from the elegant background that was part of this room. His friend's voice was down to a deep whisper, yet it spoke as clearly as it was inviting. Kris was presented with this strange choice that before he met Ferr did not even know was there, lost and swallowed by the killer light of every day life. The dark fire was at its peak, consuming, demanding its tribute from this young ... man. Could one truly go back to what was before this without giving it a second thought ever again? Could that really be a choice? His lips arched into a small strange smile as he lowered his head in the ultimate understanding of what burning path he was walking on, an arm stretched from this guide of his. Indeed, he would definetly not go back to the ordinary for he was not ordinary. He would not be able to turn not even his gaze from the path that layed now open before him. Befor
...hunger. Brandy - Chapter 5Kris clenched his fists as the skin on his entire body crawled as his heart beat so heavily into a rythm to break his chest open and, perhaps, in a way, he almost wanted that to happen. At last a new way of revealing his heart. As tense as his body was in that moment, his inner being was laughing at the ridiculous idea of this literal exposed heart. But all that did reach the surface of his body was a vague smile.
"Such a good reply to my own smile, my friend."
Ferr whispered. The long haired man slightly tilted his head forward in a beckoning gesture of "please follow me " as he turned slowly to continue their way through the damp, dark streets. Finally letting some air out of his lungs, Kris moved to the plead of this strange companion he had met so very recently. Enthralled yes, he was. Scared? To some extent. One thing that kept spinning around in his mind was how pleasurable this game was how delicious the sweet fragrance of danger that simply oozed f
The GameShe focused on an even breathing, her heart seemed to never stop speeding because of the pain that invaded her body little by little Until she was rendered useless and unable to move if she didn't want to cause herself a great deal of more pain. The sunlight that played joyfully in the room payed no attention to her and did not care how much it hurt her eyes. She found herself thinking that she was envious of the strong and free rays but she really wasn't and she knew it deep down. She knew herself well enough to know that it wasn't how her true self was the one who seeked the dark path always instead of the light one. Her instincts told her that no matter what path one may take, there is light to be found at the end of either. The same goes for darkness as well it all depends on how you play your cards.
.game. Sinked into herself going through the black tunnel of forcing the invasive pain out of herself she found herself looking at the floor. I
Dark!N.ItalyxReader: An obsessive-compulsive loveDark! N. Italy x Reader: An obsessive-compulsive love
He loves you too much…
He wants you to call for his name all the time…
He wants to see you everyday…
He wants to touch your (s/c) soft skin…
He is obsessed with you…
Time is ticking… One second, two seconds, three seconds… Every second counts. Where are you? You said you would come by 7:30 PM. But, what time is it? You are already five minutes late. He gets agitated when you get late. What if you forgot that you will be meeting him tonight? Whoever is making you late will bring them to their graves. They have no right to steal you from him. You only belong to him and you are oblivious of that. You only see him as like a brother to you. Feliciano Vargas was your best friend since high school and you two graduated together from the same college with the same course.
Feliciano is a cheery male and tends to depend on you all the time. He would cook his fa
Alice Of Nightmaren Sacrifice Updated - 1st Alice
Alice of Nightmaren Sacrifice
Chapter I – A normal day
The Sun shone bright as it's soft light warmed up all of that was the Land of Nightopia. The grass danced to the rhythm of the wind, and the little Nightopians opened their little house's windows. Yes... Another peaceful morning in the land of dreams... No cloud was in the sky, no dreamers were around, and no Nightmaren were to be seen. Nightopians were shy creatures, and they rarely, almost never left their little homes if someone was around.
Experience had taught them that some of the dreamers weren’t as gentle and kind as they appeared to be, and that Nightmaren should be avoided as much as possible. Not that all of them were bad, but it was better not to take any risks, all those Nightopians knew that some Nightmaren really enjoyed eating Nightopian meat for breakfast…
At that time, all of the Nightopians were outside their homes, doing their daily chores while playing cheerfully, unt
Smtry's Childhood (canon story) chap 1Chapter 1
"It Must Be a Dream"
Yet another day… A day after my 5th birthday… But I don't see the difference anyway,
This day started precisely like the day yesterday, I woke up of hearing that my parents
was jelling on each other again. (I don’t like to hear them jelling on each other)
I heard a big SMACK! and that dad walked with angry steps out from the room, then I heard the car engine started and derived away. I got up from my bed and walked out from my room to find mom.
Smtry: MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?
Mom: … I’m here Smtry…
I follow where the voice was coming from until I feel moms back, she where rising up from the floor. I grabbed her hand and tried to help mom up on feet too.
Smtry: Mom, are you okay?
Mom: Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me...
We walked down the stairs and in to the living room.
Smtry: Mom, why where you and dad jelli
MCD ExcerptExcerpt From Chapter Three
Hands fighting for control. Fluids spraying everywhere. The sounds of bones cracking and snapping. They overwhelmed his senses. He only knew what his mind could think of in the moments he had.
Humans as a race had survived for a reason: They learned. It wasn’t new to know that what one generation had learned, was passed on to the next to better them. Those who do not understand history are doomed to repeat it, right?
But there is no known record of having to fight off those who had lived and died. There was no way to know what steps to take, nor were there warnings to ward off the dead and keep them from rising. This was new. This was history.
Frankly, Sebastian didn’t want to be making history. At least, not in this way, pinned beneath a swarm of grabbing hands and snapping teeth. He’d only lost sight of the black combat boots for a second. Then the next second he was dodging snapping jaws and getting dragged dow
Christmas Card Mystery Chapter 3
3 Hard to Sleep Tonight
Charity watched Tess narrowly as her friend tried to nerve herself to make her plea. She was frantic, even half-crazed. All day and all evening, she had been happy and even enthusiastic. That all had changed the minute Mrs. Vandiver mentioned her old friends Halle, Katte, Moira, and Reine. Especially Reine. Was Reine bullying her? “It’s Reine, isn’t it?” Charity asked, drawing a start and stare from Tess. “Reine’s doing something to you.”
“How do you know that?” Tess squeaked, wringing her hands.
Charity explained. “I saw the way you reacted when your mom told you about them coming over after dinner. You really didn’t like hearing Reine’s name! Not that I can blame you about that. What a witch! No wonder you”—
“Charity, it’s not her fault!”
naughty readersI bounced around the house looking for that bitch Belarus, she's after my boyfriend again, hope she burns in he-
"BIG BROTHER!" her voice yelled, running over I saw her holding a vase.....OH NO! thats the vase with Russia's most loved sunflower in it!
"B-Belarus....please put down the vase slowly" she smiles coming forward and suddenly...
down went the vase, I growl running over and punching her
in the face went the punch
went her foot into my stomach
we went right into the wall to see Russia holding us there.
"what.are.you.two.doing" he breaths heavily, I whimper slightly.
"s-she broke it!" I point to her, she points to me
"no! she did it brother!" she screams loudly, I whimper as I feel him shift from us
"both of you, to my room NOW!!" flinching we bolt to the room and wait
"this is all your fault" I mummer shaking, I jump hearing him enter
"you two have been very naughty" I gulp moving back slightly
"s-sweetie please it wasn't me" I whim
An original story~Asfin: Ch. 4
I wake up. Not knowing what has happened to me nor where I am. I still feel a pain in the back of my head. As I touch it to sooth it, I feel a sticky liquid. As I part from it and bring my hand to my eyes, I see that the liquid is red. Its sticky so I think its fresh blood. I have to get out of here. I look around and i'm in a cell. My head leaning on the jagged concert wall adjacent to the rusty iron bars that trap me in this room. I face the top left corner and I see an Asfirian flag with its red and black stripes and the snake in the middle. It could be an influence to persuade me to join the Asfirian side. Now that I know how the Asfirians handle their problems, I know how we can handle it. I want to go to war.
I stand up, to see If any Asfirian will see me. My bed behind me, unused. I want to leave. Confront the coward who put me here because they couldn't deal with me in person. It could have been that Asfirian guy who walked to us that day. I want to kil
FreedomDeep in the woods there sits an old broken cabin. Barely able to stand against the forest roots. The windows boarded shut to keep unfortunate souls out. Yet its wooden doors hanging open on the hinges asking to be discovered. As the wind makes it creak back and forth. Some place farther there is an orphanage for the terribly ill. Where a young frail albino girl mourns for her freedom from the prison of the sick.
Here she is now on a rocking on a rocking chair. Sitting in front of a broken window, watching the better privileged kids play on the blacktop. Her red eyes drift up to see the rust covered playground. The mossed chains of the swing sets rattle together in sync with the sound of the howling wind. Signs lead to a rain storm.
Later in time, the girl is now seated on the edge of the bottom of a creaky metal bunk bed. Just staring down and listening to the sounds of rain hitting the window o so forcefully. But there, on the bunk bed next to hers, lies a blonde teenage
Una ciudad que se resiste al paso del tiempo, famosa por sus noches, y las bondades y excelencia que en ella habitan: magnates corruptos, prostitutas, traficantes, mercenarios, asesinos a sueldo, miserables y pobretones que llegaron a la ciudad atraídos por sus iguales. Entre los muros de Sanguinum no encontrarás a ningún mortal que se atreva, siquiera a hacer mención de las numerosas desapariciones y muertes que ocurren después de cada puesta de sol. Sí, hay algo peor que la escoria social humana aglutinada en la ciudad, pero ellos no viven entre las calles adoquinadas y sucias, no… ellos duermen durante el día, repartidos por los cinco imponentes palacios de la ciudad, anclados a poderosos miembros de la nobleza, son vampiros.
La vida diurna de la ciudad no es menos… interesante, pero digamos que no es tan famosa.
Sanguinum crece de manera descontrolada, es una ciudad amurallada en medio de país inf
Brandy - Chapter 1 barely able to stand up straight after a very long day walking the so very crowded streets of New York in search for an event or a calamity or even better! A robbery that would make him a rich man and make a lot of the people he met every day whisper his name in damp cafe corners over a glass of cognac. He wanted breaking news, sensation. But he had been at it for a week now and still nothing. What killed him the most though was the he knew very well that strange or catastrophic things were happening all over that gigantic metropolis, yet he was -never- at the right time and place when it happened.
"Ha I am indeed a failure and a disgrace to what is known to man as journalist" he thought and smiled only briefly at his bitter thoughts.
He turned and made a left around the corner into an even deeper and darker alley way. His weary legs carried him to the place that often brought him a few moments of peace. Just a few. And a strange irony hit him and
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