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CollapseDreaming of you brings me the most dreaded feeling.
When I wake my stomach implodes and my lungs collapse
because you are no longer there to fill my empty spaces.
The idea of you loving me is absurd
but my unconscious mind will not cease bringing these thoughts to my vision.
It was beautiful, trickling down the cold stone stairs like a fountain. It's pigment vibrant, almost unnaturally bright. It flowed as it was alive and capable of thought. Maybe it was. Maybe when it left its host it took the soul with it. Down and down it jumped down the stairs, pooling slowly, then shooting down when the pressure built up. It was an agonizing eternity before it finally reached the bottom of the grand staircase. More and more leaped down the platforms to the floor into a pool. The building amount gave it motion to move forward. It snaked toward me, using the grain of the wood floor to guide its path. I knew it couldn't possibly be able to create thought but something in my conscious told me it might. Like the deed I had done was going to come back to get me. I laid there, incapable of the slightest movement, like I was sewn to the floor. It creeped closer and closer and with every inch I believed more and more that it was coming for me. Slithering from one wood panel t
Silver Boy"I just saw a big 'un!" He shouted then realized he was supposed to be quiet while fishing. My dad is stereotypical blonde sometimes but I still love him. We were out fishing for catfish in the swamps and so far that was the first fish we'd seen all day. He paddled over to the spot it came to the serf ace momentarily just seconds before and dropped a line.
Not even one minute later the giant of a catfish pops up about 5 yards away. I told him it was useless but he paddled over, following the fish. We repeated this process until it disappeared under a small, mold infested, wooden bridge. He insisted we went under the bridge but I felt an eerie presence that wouldn't let my nerves calm.
My body was buzzing like I had drank to much Monster even though I haven't had any of that in weeks. As he slowly, ever so slowly, inched us towards the bridge I felt my heart beating faster and faster. The space we had to fit in have us only a foot of clearance on either side of the simple metal boat. It
9 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*9 July 1663
I have been in Andover jail for two days now. They treat me like a criminal and I might as well be because I let my sister die, alone, in the night. I know I haven't preformed any of the witchcraft they accused me of. My father was able to come in the jail to see me because he is so well liked in the town. He brought me my journal and my favorite toy from my childhood that he has been wanting me to get rid of. Holding that rag doll against my chest made me feel like a was an innocent child, devoid of sin. I called the doll Little Alice because it looked like me in its toyish fashion and even had green eyes like mine. I do not think that I am supposed to have this journal but I do get special treatment here again because of my father.
The jail cell that I am being kept in has a dirt floor with three wooden walls. The forth is cast iron bars that are spaced just so my hits can almost slide through but get stuck when I get about
7 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*7 July 1663
Yesterday was so enthralling that in comparison, this day seemed dull at first. It started like any other day, with me waking up to a screaming six month old in the dead of night. This happens almost every night but I could tell there was something different about her tone. Amy sounded like she was in pain rather than hungry so I rushed to her and took her into my arms. I could not see very well in the thick inky darkness so I set her down to go light a candle. Soon after I get the stubborn wick to catch Amy stopped her relentless crying. I assumed that everything was pleasant again so went back to my slumber.
I woke up for the second time to a silent house. This was unusual because I usually get woken up by Mother telling me, “A good Puritan does good work, not sleep all day!” This morning no one was in the house and this gave me an unsettling feeling that something was wrong. I decided to go into Andover and ask around for gossip spread fast in this t
6 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*6 July 1663
My name is Alice and I am 17 years old. I live in a small cottage inside town with my father Philip, my mother, my 18 year old brother Benjamin, and my six month old little sister named Amy. We live inside town because it is close to my father's church where he is the minister. While he is gone my busy mother takes care of Amy meticulously. There were nine babies between me and Rose but they were all stillborn or died within the first three months of their tiny lives. She always kept trying to have children to please father, who had always dreamed of a large family. Benjamin loves to go outside and look at nature and is always wanting me to come along to see how beautiful God's work is. Somehow he convinced his good friend, Thomas Smith, to go with him a long time ago and that is how they became friends. Even though he is my age, a year younger than Benjamin, they complement each others personalities quite well.
This evening Thomas invited me on an “expedition
TTOC fan-fic Part 2As I fly threw Gothom on my plasma hover board the rain stings on what little skin I have showing. My hair is soaked but I don't care anymore. They've already seen me at my worst. I used to live with them, they're used to me.
I'd been this way so many times I could fly it with my eyes closed. It is the street that runs from the pizza place to the road nearest to the Titan Tower. There has been so many fights against evil here it's hard to differentiate between the individual duels. I do remember my first fight with the Titans. It was on this very street.
Some how Cinder Block got out of prison... again. He was rampaging through the streets yelling,"I'll get you Teen Titans!!!" When we got there he had already taken a bite out of the pizza looking balcony and was going in for more. Then I heard the now very familiar sound of Robin yelling,"Titans go!"
It was my first battle so I hung back a little to watch and see how it all worked. Raven picked up a car with her powers and threw it at
TTOC fan-fic Part 1I remember the giant metallic doors opening, letting me into the Titan Tower. I remember Beast Boy running up to say "Hey" first with a twinkle in his eye. I remember how good I felt about myself after that first day when the team welcomed me into their house. I remember meeting the princess of Tameran for the very first time and freaking out because her planet is right next to mine. I remember meeting Raven, a dark soul, but nice to me because she trusted me. I remember shaking Cyborg's hand and only sensing one half of the life that should be there. I remember greeting Robin with blast of plasma because he said," Show us what you can do."
All of those memories seen so happy now compared to what I have now. They all hate me because of something I did out of stupidity and compassion. I brought Slade back to life.
It all happened so fast. I fell in love with Beast Boy just by brushing up against him in the long dark hallways in the Tower. In that one moment I could feel all the life ins
The Storm :Alice:The storm is coming and he's not here to protect me. My beautiful demon boy has left for his family this summer. Of course his family doesn't know about his condition but he's learned to control it ever since that very special Valentine's Day. He has only been gone a day but I already feel the distance between us.
Living in the Midwest you would think storms would be a normal part of spring but this time it's different. Strange sights have been seen that even the best scientists can't explain. This storm leaves a trail of mutants and lost souls. Some remind me of Kyle and Von while others are much more extreme. The worst they've caught on camera was a pregnant woman's abdomen rip open giving way to a full grown scaled creature that scurried away like a cockroach in the presence of light.
The storm is now in the next state over and I'm starting to get scared. The T.V. went out because of the storm so I don't know when it's going to hit. My while family is in the basement but I don't thi
Down the Memory Beach
A bucket full of paint, covered with a lid which threatened to fall over any moment, whistled by and landed next to the old armchair, having splashed a shimmering (shimmering, not glittering) stain on it.
Smaller gears went flying to all sides, until the reason of this mischief grew tired and showed itself - it was a boy of about three or four, all dark brown eyes and hair sticking upwards, the clothes of which held permanent tracks of actions. "This kid makes the odds and ends burn!", as Grandmother Jackie loved to say. And she was right.
"C'mere, Bertie, I finished!" Kasterborous Tyler - or simply Kaster - squeaked, having emerged from the chest kept under the table - his father loved keeping things there. "C'mere, I no toss anymore!"
The other boy walked into the lab rather warily, as if expecting to fall through the floor. He was Kaster's total opposite both in appearance and mann
Collector-Sealing the Deal (TF)“So, that’s it?” Patrick looked up at his new employer with a broad grin. Life had a tendency to dump problems on the young adult’s head, beginning with the death of his parents and ending in his homelessness. But now, thanks to Aqualand’s outreach program, he’d be able to work for his favorite water park! This was a dream come true!
“Absolutely.” His new boss smiled at him. As he’d grown to expect, it didn’t quite reach her eyes. That was the first thing he’d noticed about Emma Draes. The second noticeable quirk of hers was how she seemed to treat one of the park’s security officers as her superior, rather than the other way around. It set off a faint warning bell in Patrick’s mind, but when the alternative was living jobless…
Patrick shook off his apprehension, standing up to shake her hand. “So, where do I get my uniform?”
Bionicle, Legend of Earth 2 CH 13 to War BrothersThe city echoed with screams. Horns beeped out as they always did, but now they did so in their owners' attempts to flee. Sirens joined them as they all focussed in on one area. The smoke could be seen for miles as the flames began to spread. Cars lay as upturned wrecks, and the number of dead rose by the minute. Trafalgar Square had been left in ruins, with little more than rubble and deep craters filling the London landmark. All forms of resistance had been quelled with no mercy. Whitehall and the surrounding street had been blockaded by every form of defence that could be mustered in time. Police cars and military jeeps kept everyone out, and the orchestrators of the catastrophe in.
"Wheeled vehicles… it takes me back to the first siege of the City of the One." The black and red Being stood atop the broken fountain and admired his 'handy work'.
"The creatures have surrounded us with defences. Do you think they plan another attack?" The second Being spoke to the leader. He had
Slime Girl TF Transformation PodAnna sat there waiting, her foot quivering with eager tension. She was the next person to try a whirl at the Transformation Pod, an egg-shaped machine that could take a person and change them into any thing possible, even inanimate objects. But that wasn't what Anna was here for. Truth be told Anna didn't know why she was here. She watched the screen of the video monitor that showed the before and after photos of previous subjects. A nurse who had been changed into a bunny hybrid. One of the ears twitched as she looked at her iPad. "Anna Darmond?" Her cute lilting voice called.
"Yes?" Anna said tripping over her own feet as she stood up.
"You're next." The nurse said turning around leading Anna down a long corridor. Pushing threw one of the set of doors Anna looked at the flashing Transformation Pod with a sense of awed fear. The nurse giggled. "Have you made your selection?"
"No... was too nervous to think a
Lost BuckyBucky was confused, tired and hungry, he didn’t know what to do or where to go since everyone knew about HYDRA and the police were looking for the people who ran HYDRA. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now since all he knew was to do his mission and return to HYDRA, so with it gone he was lost.
He left the man named Steve on the shore of the Potomac River, Captain America, HYDRA told him that he was his mission, but Steve said he was his friend. This made Bucky even more confused.
His head started to hurt as memories flooded his brain, he sat down on the sidewalk and started to cry, he was lost. He didn’t know what to do, let alone where to go, if he went back to HYDRA he would be captured, and for one thing he had a metal arm which made it easy for the police to spot him, he had to find a change of clothes and fast.
Bucky stuck to the shadows trying not to be spotted and since the sun was setting it was easy to do, he made his way through the city without be
The Ninja and his children“With all due respect, sir, I honestly think that we should wait.” Ziu voiced his opinion to the man whose shadowed back faced the group as he gazed upon the computer screens.
An older female dissolved by the name of beacon held up her hand to the male dissolved. “Don’t question the Ninja’s decisions.” She warned, “His reasons are far wiser than yours even though you don’t understand them.”
“It’s alright, Beacon.” The ninja spoke without facing them.
Both dissolved faced the shadowed man with surprise.
The ninja slowly turned, finally facing them. Still shadowed, his features were still not visible. “This one deserves an explanation.”
Beacon bowed her head respectfully and stepped aside so that Ziu and the ninja could speak face to face.
Ziu watched the ninja carefully.
“As you know... The dissolved known as “Black Widow” has recently lost her mentor in this past year.” The ninja
FreezeWe drink, as the crew celebrates our voyage home. We've done all the planned missions, and even ones improvised by the head scientists. I look over at you, sitting in the corner, watching everyone like a stoic guardian. The others are content to get hammered using the results of a DIY still but you remain silent, observing all. I come over, inviting you into the conversation, but you shake your head and continue your watch.
We ended up spending three years on Scruna. Three whole years of experiments, tests and theories. We had done our jobs, and done them well. The entire crew had done our species proud, and proved we earned all the fancy letters before our names.
The drinking continues, late into the night shift. Crew come and go as they prepare the ship for the deep sleep. Our home is currently 43 light years away, and the best way to get there is "Deep Sleep", a cryogenic freezer of sorts. Our ship is powered by a fusion core, so it'll run on automatic, controlled by a primitive AI.
KAS Eien no Hyakki Yagyo: Prehistory Part 1Eien no Hyakki Yagyo: Prehistory
Part One: -The Fall of Shangri La-
Long ago in a time long before the foundings of modern civilization…In a time of great upheaval and war….
Everyone knows of the Four Island Nations…. Atlantis, Hyperborea, Muu, Lemuria. However our story takes us to a land away from the conflict, inhabiting the what is now known as the continent of Asia... Shangri La.
The Fall of the Four is well known, however, before all of that, Shangri La simply…vanished from the pages of history.
Shangri La was first and foremost a society of Magus, exploring the mysteries of the universe in relative isolation and exploring and revealing vast stores of knowledge and pursuing the pinnacle of what could be considered human enlightenment. Enigma Manipulation or Magic as we know it today owes its existence to the systems and knowledge Shangri La set the standard for.
Unlike the probing of the Muu or the aggression of the Sulta
Spirit Incarnation: It was again one of those daysIt was again one of those days. Rain fell down from the sky, hitting the empty streets and making it its eternal drum set. Between the skyscrapers, no stars were visible in this night. Darkness ruled the cement and glass giants of the city. The yellow lights of the street lanterns made the rain drops visible, yet glowing in contrast to the surrounding blackness.
He walked along this street, holding a turned off flashlight firmly in his hand, as he watched it happening. Within the darkness of the night, a light of seemingly unnatural force appeared, dominating the sky. It was like a blue spiral of energy. Flashes came out of it. Lightning hit the ground, leaving jagged holes in the asphalt.
He felt the fear in his bones, electricity racing through his nerves, telling his brain to run away, to leave this place. But, for some reason, instinct of survival failed. Something made him to stay. And so he watched the mysterious phenomenon.
The object began to pulsate. The intervals became short
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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