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ImposterI’ve never taken lead before. It’s a reversal of the usual image, my mind racing to remember the phantoms of dances long since passed, trying to recall the moves I’m supposed to make. Step by step, hold my breath lest my mask slip from my face.
Sparkling amber eyes trap me in their curious depths, “have you never danced before, Sir Varnen? “
Sweat seeps against the insides of my stolen neckerchief, I fight the urge to let go of her and adjust the golden threads of my overcoat. “Of course, m’lady, “my voice cracks, heart races a little faster. “Many times.”
“Yet you seem disconcerted with something. Is it my presence that bothers you?”
She was number two, coy innocence wrapped in ocean colored silk, her porcelain fingers playing against my spine, trying to unlock the combination to my secrets. If only she knew my secrets were different than the man she had mistaken me to be.
“Not at all, m’lady. You look
Bone JungleThey wait there, you know, buried between earth and stone, the old tunnels that cut through rock like jagged knives.
If you want to know where you come from, where you really come from, you’ll take your flashlight and not look down. Step lightly, because primordial structures are cranky and prone to tantrums that will get you killed.
They’re down there, listen to them breath. Follow the drafty whispers till your drowning in darkness and dust, feel the pull of a world far older than your own.
You’re suffocating in it now, scarf tied around your neck, feel their fingers on your back.
I warned you about the vault door, didn’t I? I bet you can’t even see the top. Step inside, I dare you. I want you to see it; I want you to see what I have seen before you.
The bone jungle, they call it, ivory decay hidden behind a door that was never supposed to be opened from the inside. Trace the claws marks on the walls, longer than your body and full of an anger you will ne
Trigger PullSometimes, she would wonder if she had actually tried to save him. A quick decision and a flick of the trigger, she would wonder between the hiss of the gun barrel and the lurch of the bullet hitting his chest whether she really intended him to live or not…
Let the rain fall, let his blood slip through her fingers and all words die in her mouth as he dies in her arms.
Back alleyway funeral, seating for one. Carry him down crooked cement and grimy bricks, let his alter be a pool of crimson and the preacher the one who killed him. Lay him to rest as the sky crumbles over gaping mouths and sightless eyes. Watch the light fade and the tears fall as she joins him in a miscellaneous grave, curled between life and death as she watches her world end.
Of Angels and DemonsHave I ever told you about your mother? Like summer twilight, she was,ember eyes like the stars with constellations on her feathers; her form across the sky my wake-up caress and goodnight kiss.
I met her on the streets, you know, crammed in between vendor fabrics and the soft glow of lanterns. She was wearing silks finer than I’ve ever seen, crimson as dark as blood, wings her windows into the night.
She asked me to name a price; I thought she was talking about the rugs.
“Naïve little idiot,” was the first name she ever called me, her laughter a quiet snicker that knew how to twist the hearts of angels like me.
I told her she was rude, she told me I was stupid. I asked her how much it would be just to take her out for dinner. Her reply was a dig into my wallet and a slender arm around mine, letting me lead her on a dance of fine wine and aristocratic airs.
Angels and demons don’t mix, they say, fire and ice are two things bound together that will never mee
Play for MeAncient bones dashed against a cliff, snow dancing around stone ribs and the broken glass of a multitude of sightless eyes. Its cavities are of worn rugs frozen over and injured suits of armor fighting to keep guard to a corpse long abandoned.
Ash spills across an icy kitchen floor as upstairs frosty lumps lie beneath ragged comforters that will never stir again. Isolation is the cry of moving gears against the silence, their echoes clicking down the hall as the struggle begins again, rotors warming up as ice clatters to the floor.
It sits in the ballroom like it always has; decaying bench beneath it as steam hisses from metallic fingers, trying to warm them up because the frost gets worse every day and it gets harder and harder to play. Ivory and ebony lay worn before it, the familiar playground of half tuned keys patiently bending beneath its pressure.
A blank canvas as its face, the piano its mouth, plucking out a tune to an audience of frost bitten ghosts that twirl endlessly
FF4- The Ghost“Are you a ghost,” I finally asked him after the third time he appeared.
Tired grey eyes affix me from behind the bar, swimming with an animalistic weariness as scarred lips parted to let out his irritation. I had interrupted the usual routine, and he didn’t like that. “Wot’ makes you think that?”
I grip the mug I don’t even remember him filling; smell the beer on its rim. “Bar’s supposed to be locked at this time of night. I talked to the regular tender yesterday and he says he doesn’t remember the likes of you ever working here.”
“Old men like him tend to lie,” the wind batters against the dusty panes, a clatter that cuts through our conversation like a rusty knife. He looks past me, shoulders braced as I wonder if his skin always looked that pale.
“You don’t like storms,” I push, feeling the crash of the waves vibrate my bones as the rain clawed at the door with a fierce whine.
Jasper and LoloHe was born from shadow and fire, ends and beginnings rolled into one and dropped into a world he wasn’t supposed to be in.
His first memory was cold ice against his back and steel against his throat. The woman behind the scythe was just a monster behind the mask, animalistic eyes holding humanistic surprise.
“You’re not supposed to be here…human…”her voice slipped out like knives cutting silk. Unkempt black hair and a ragged kimono, she wore the trappings of a race far younger than her own. “Who are you?”
“I don’t know…” the words choked out pre-programed, lost in a place that was already too confusing for him.
“How did you get in here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is that the only thing you can say?”
“I don’t know,” his first smile was in response to the look on her face.
“Did you know my kind devours yours? I should kill you. I think I’m going to
Set Me AdriftThe earth is beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve never quite seen it like this before, never seen how blue it was underneath the white. Wish my camera was with me, but you wouldn’t let me have even that.
I’d like to think it was an accident, but in our profession accidents aren’t just a slip of the tether, the snap of a life line. I’d like to think you weren’t smiling when you let me go, but you probably were.
Yes, just stand there now and watch me float away with your face of reflective glass and pale gloves covered in metaphorical blood. Watch the blackness swallow me without a word because you choked the sound from my lips ages ago. Space is a silent vacuum but I can still hear your laughter.
A horrible undertaker you are, setting me sail into an infinite coffin, stars guiding me to heaven on the wings of comets. Let my soul turn to dust and shower across the sky in a blaze of glory that will burn your skin and sear your eyes.
Because death is infinit
The ArtistShe is an artist, mind a canvas of colors you’ve never seen before. Her late night machinations are the fuel which brings her to shady alleys and low lit street corners, her inspiration the quiet puff of cigars and the patter of rain on concrete.
She paints with crimson, splattering the walls with delicate fingers as she paints a masterpiece only dying eyes will see. She needs no signature because her name was stitched to her soul and she sold that long ago, her only credit the last quiet whimper of a bloodied mouth.
Morning opens the art exhibit of yellow taped lines and sunlit badges conducting a line of potential critiques to her work. But she doesn’t care, no, let the papers right down their score because she is already in bed, dreaming up her next piece with a smile cracked across her face.
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OpticDogsOptic Dog Information
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
Anthony and his Mom were driving to their cousins house for a vacation. While there, he would meet her 15 year old cousin and her fiends and her mom and her sister. Anthony lived in a very female-majority/influenced family. He as literally the only male,and he never knew his dad. "Mom, it's the first week of summer can I just stay home for a bit and play video games just to get used to the freedom?" Anthony complained. "Honey, atop complaining!" Anthony's mom said. "I'd rather have a smart and beautiful daughter!" "Fine, I'll stop complaining. They arrived at the cousins house. "Ring the doorbell." his Mom said. Anthony rung the doorbell. Her cousin opened the door. "Hi!" said Anthony's Mom and Sasha (her cousin). "Hi Anthony!" she said. "Hello.." mumbled Anthony. "Come in." Sasha said politely. Anthony stepped inside and saw that the inside was very comfy looking and spacious. "Did you guys already have dinner?" Sasha asked. "Yes, stopped at a fast-food place, but Anthony got sauce al
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 20
Author's note: I'm soo sorry for the late update, but I just got back from my exchange in Danmark and I was so tired that I had to first rest a few days, before writing the new chapter.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
„… maid café. I was thinking of doing this a while now and when I heard the good news about your ankle, I just thought, let’s do it. Your part there is to sit on a little table and every time someone comes in, you tell them where a table on which they can sit. And the guests have to go to you and then you can take their order. Sound easy, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I would really love to do it!!”
My world becomes colourful again. Not only I can leave the bed, but although I can help with such a cool thing. All the loneliness and boredom of the past few days is ravished in barely a second.
The next day
It’s the first time in a while that I’m being awaked by my alarm
Prelude: Cthulhu vs. Charles Barkley
Insanus Abe: ...This is the most ridiculous and craziest match we'll ever do.
Madness Abe: Hey, Dan and Lacie did Shaq vs. 50 Cent and CyberAgent did his own share of crazy matches, so we ought to join in on the bandwagon and prove why we're called "Madness" and "Insanus".
Xl9: If the crazy guy think this is crazy, Abe, then you really need to re-evaluate this match.
Madness Abe: Anyway, the indie game community has come up with amazing titles and games, but sometimes a bizarre comes out with an alternate character interpretation on existing characters...or people in this game.
Insanus Abe: This is so ridiculous...
Xl9: Cthulhu, the reformed Elder God turned Hero!
Madness Abe: And Charles Barkley, the Ultimate Slams Master. Joining is today is Death Battle veteran, Xl9, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle!
Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader ( My sweetest Kuroko )WARNING : CONTAINS TOOO MUCH FLUFFINESS
Kuroko-kun might be out of character .... I'm a lazy writer ...
sooo let's enjoy ....
Today was your first date with your deadpanned face boyfriend . How can this happen .?
It was a day after valentine day , but you still didn't give your valentine gift to your crush . You were tooooooooooo shy and afraid that he might reject you . Your cousin , Kagami Taiga said that Kuroko really like Vanilla shakes so you thought that vanilla-choco gift was the best to give to him .
You gather all of your courage to confess to him , so you write a short letter / note and put it at his shoe locker .
---TIME SKIP ---
"I....i.... li-like y-you , K-kuroko san ?" you said stuttered and with your blushing faced while handing him your handmade vanilla-choco .
"Eh" he was shocked at first , and his faced was shown a small tint of crimson red . He liked you since the day Kag
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 40
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 40 "Back To School"
Based upon characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Comedy / Drama / Slice-of-Life
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
Beta by :iconjacoblee0463:, :icontrain48:, and :iconcolresslawliet: from deviantArt. Thanks once again!
A/N: This chapter concludes Tamiko's introductory arc. It will be her first day at school as a first grader. She will still be in the story of course but won't be the central focus unless the chapter is about her. Tsukune and Moka will finally get some well-deserved alone time very soon since Tamiko will be at school from 8:30 AM until 1:30 PM Monday through Friday.
Just a reminder, her elementary school is a private school. She will also be making some new friends as well. I'd also like to thank everyone who has
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 1Marshall Lee paced back and forth in his living room restlessly, his hands a shaking mess. A frustrated hiss escaped the boy's pale lips as the unknown hunger once again ripped through his cold body. The wave of pain that tore through his undead nerves caused the vampire to convulse and collapse to the floor, his chest heaving as he continued to take blow after blow. Almost sobbing from the pain, he instinctively curled into a ball, and let out a frustrated growl. For weeks now, this mysterious hunger had plagued him. It was so bad that no matter how hard he tried, he could not distract himself from the ravenous hunger that had over taken him. Playing his guitar didn't work, neither did sucking the red out of everything he owned, even visiting his friends didn't seem to pull him away from this glob awful feeling. Nothing seemed to work and Marshall was near, if not past, his breaking point. As the pain began to temporarily subside, the vampire kings dark eyes lazily opened. Drawing in
Getting Over The Fear Part 1
"Hey Heath, I got an idea!" Nicole said. "Tell me." Heath said interested. "You know how gay guys like you like other guys right? Well girls also like guys and do to your wide hips, nice legs, hourglass figure, rounded face, and overall feminine body structure, I could dress you up as a girl so you could go up to guys and they'll think your a normal straight girl." "Nah, they would know I'm a guy." Heath said looking down. "Oh come on, his is one of the best options you can take, and if you do this, I'll give you 200$ in return and pictures of me." Nicole said with honesty. "Are you sure it'll work?" Heath said with consideration. "Positive." "Ok, I'll do it. "Great! Now if you will excuse me, I got to get to my next class. Meet me at my house at 5!"
Heath arrived at Nicole's house right at 5:00 and walked up to her snow covered house. The door was unlocked, and Heath opened it. Like usual when going to Nicole's house, he saw her orange walls and unique furniture. He sat down on a sofa
Full Moon MarriageIt’s tough being married to a were-wolf. The neighbors always wonder why we have so much fur on our carpets when we have no dogs. The kids we babysit always point out the chew marks on the furniture and my funds are running low from buying all those replacement cats whenever my wife craves a midnight snack.
On our anniversary she makes me breakfast, which usually consists of waking up to half a cow on top of me. The other half is usually in the lawn.
She likes sushi and everything raw. I like overcooked and meat no longer red. She likes chasing the moon while I like chasing sleep. She likes the flower bed while I like the toilet.
She likes snuggles, and I like the softness of her hair through my fingers. She likes the night, and I like waiting up for her until she gets home. She likes shredding clothes, and I like patching them up for her.
She likes me, and I like her.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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