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Writing Exercise 2, CompleteThe bottle shook, rattling. Pills fell against each other in the tremors, clicking on the orange-golden plastic of the container. Their name was written on the label. Shaking white hands fussed with the top, tugging, pressing, twisting. It opened with a jerk, contents spilling out onto the tile floor of the bathroom.
In the dark, the only light came from the street lamp outside, barely glowing orange through the window. The boy sat still, gray eyes darting haltingly to each caplet as he counted, lips barely moving as he mouthed the numbers. Seven, Five, Nine, Ten--
Shaggy black hair fell in front of him as he shifted onto his knees, the rest of the pills clattering down as he dropped the container and supported his weight on his hands. Twelve, Four, Nineteen--
He took a pill between his thumb and forefinger, raising it up to his mouth to push it against his tongue. He crunched down on it. One. He re
End Chapter with Richard"Richard!" Damascus cried happily, all traces of the cold face gone. He was alight, pulling the adorable boy into his arms, nuzzling his cheek.. Richard squirmed uncomfortably, his wheat blond hair inherited from his mother, the same with his small form, large round eyes, and soft pink lips. Hudson snarled and pulled Richard away from their father possessively, earning a pout from the man before he reached to take him back. Hudson stood, pushing Richard onto the chair behind him, and Damascus scowled up at Hudson. "Richard, get out of the way," he demanded.
"For the last time- I'M HUDSON," the dark one growled. Turning around, he glared at Richard. "What are you doing here anyway, fairy-pants?" Richard scowled up at his other and said, "You can't just bring me to some place I don't know in Europe and leave me so you can go drinking! I followed you, you jackass. Now take me home." "Richard, give daddy a hug--"
A Chapter of HudsonHudson stretched after finishing his third drink, talking to Damascus about the recent developments in his life, the way sons sometimes conversed with their fathers. It was a game of catch up, and Damascus enjoyed it because he could watch 'Richard's' face. For Hudson was Richard, and yet they were nothing alike. Born of Richard's mind and power, Hudson was a will all of his own, and certainly not someone to be trifled with.
He was daunting and oppressive, cunning and cruel. And he took great pride in his creator. Stalking Richard was one of his favorite hobbies. It was a time to observe, admire, and even to protect. Though he traveled often on his own, seeing sights and making tracks for himself, it was to Richard that Hudson would always return. For darkness was always drawn to light, and to Hudson, Richard was as bright as the sun.
"You have your mother's eyes, Richard," Damascus smiled, reaching
A Chapter of DamascusThe bar where Damascus stood was filled with humans, though of course he wasn't having his private conversations out in the open. Pocketing his cell phone, he headed down the deserted back-exit hallway, pleased that this time around there had been no one was loitering for 'make-out lane.' He headed out to the place where the walking snacks were dancing about, and just as he reached the edge of seclusion, he straightened. His warm smile froze into an immaculate mask of harsh superiority.
People stared, women and men alike, and he ignored them all, raising one finger to the bartender that knew him well enough by now to get his drink. It was placed in front of him, and he picked it up with slender fingers, bright green eyes looking out into the crowd. A young woman blushed when she met his gaze, but he stared straight through her with disinterest, letting her know that she was far beneath him. No human was good enough for h
A Chapter of EvanEnnis appeared snickering, running his fingers back through his hair before his bright green eyes met those of his brother, the slightly smaller vampire having sharp, defined features, and platinum blond hair. He looked absolutely beautiful, and at the same time absolutely cold. He smirked at Ennis as he poured two cups of tea. "I don't really like tea, Ev, you know that," Ennis said as he sat down. He snatched up a pastry from the little tier tray at the center of the table and popped it into his mouth as Evan pushed the tea in his direction. "I made this batch just for you, Brother. You'll like it." Taking a sip of appraisal, Ennis grinned and made a noise of delight. Swallowing joyfully, he took another pastry and devoured it.
"Father dearest is running awfully late today. . ." Ennis said as he looked at the clock on the wall; the hour was ten past one, and their date had been scheduled promptly for Midnight.
A Chapter of EnnisA chuckle slipped past smiling lips, and the vampire stepped out of a stone wall to greet the Priest, walking along beside him. "Another inductee to the Order of Fellsi?," asked the man in an amused tone. A look was not given to the athletic ginger. "That makes three this week already, Feliks. My cousin must be getting frustrated without a man inside her." The ginger made a narrow escape from the werewolf's punch, and a crater was placed into the wall behind him. Feliks growled low and dangerous, turning his head to where the vampire had teleported. "You know I'm not talking bad about her... Damn stupid dog. If you're so sick of Ellsi fucking other guys, why don't you just go push her down already? I'm sure she'd love it. And I KNOW you would. How long has it been since you've had sex now, Feliks? Could it be ever since you've been busy with that American pup?"
Feliks didn't respond to th
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Involuntary Game Testing: Janus into Samus TG
Involuntary Game Testing; Janus into Samus
A Smash Bros TG Story by JanusofthePaleFlames
It was a nice Friday afternoon in his somewhat-small existence as a semi-proud New Yorker. The breeze was strong, but it carried a southern warmth that pleased his cold-ridden hide, which had not two weeks ago braved below-freezing temperatures, followed by two major-degrees of common, yearly illnesses. Such was the price for conserving extra time for hobbies.
Janus was sitting at his desk, comprised of fake, smoked glass, silver metal frames and a shelf loaded with writing books, a dictionary, and a “borrowed”, wooden, dinning chair. Like always, he checked his email, website messages, and at least one of the several on-going web comics he liked to view. Since it was Friday, that meant it was also payday, so he spent an extra couple minutes viewing his bank and credit card accounts to make sure things were in order. As a part-time writer, and a full-time thinker, h
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
Ghosts of the Past
Title: Ghosts of the Past
Game: Mass Effect Series
characters/pairing: Garrus x Reader
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all things associated with the Mass Effect series. You own you. I just own the plot.
Garrus groaned as he crouched behind the wall, clutching his wounded side, hoping to slow the bleeding as he caught his breath. It was hard to believe that it’s come down to this. Hurt. Cornered………….Alone. Garrus clenched his free hand into a fist at the memory of what happened……...the pain still fresh and raw at the thought. His entire team, gone in nearly one fell swoop, the few survivors dead minutes later. He felt sick to his stomach…..he failed everyone……...it was a joke to think he could be a l
Vacation in Puerto Rico: Part 3
Jess clapped a hand over her mouth at hic-urping from feeling him slide inside her stomach like that, while her face turned a bit red. She ran her fingers along her waist as she felt his form within and those little, rubbing hands. Slipping further into the hot tub, she sighed as she tried to not find this awkward. It was meant to be fun after all. In fact, it felt even better with Ike in there while the bubbling, warm water rushed over her form. Her hands flattened out as they massaged over the belly deeper in order for him to feel, but did not resort to flexing her abs. She figured that might not feel quite as nice as this.
I was familiar with the noises that Jess' body made, but there was something new? Pressing my ear against the inside of Jess's belly, I could hear the low rumbling of the hot tub on the outside, as bubbles streamed to the surface and flowed against her body; it felt a bit like a massage as I snuggled against her
Born of Lightning and Death ( Hijack )Jack mumbled quietly, his arm tightening around Hiccup. The viking and the spirit were fast asleep, snuggling in the pitch blackness of Hiccup's bedroom. With a soft squeak, Hiccup curled up in a tighter ball, clasping the corner of the fluffy blanket. Jack had insisted on it, the viking had been shivering in his sleep and it was December on Berk.
Jack smirked in his sleep- no shivering. Just a peaceful night with the sleepy brunette tucked under his arm.
Jack shrieked, jumping up in the bed, clutching the blanket.
Half-asleep, he flung open the shutters of the window, whacking Toothless with a well-aimed pillow.
" Born of lightning and death itself indeed! SHUT UP TOOTHLESS I'M SLEEPING!!"
With a grumble, Jack flopped back down on the bed, wrapping his arms around a very shaken, very sleepy, and very wide-eyed Hiccup.
Snowdragons ( Hijack, Frozen AU )" Even Hiccup..."
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap.
Jack's head snapped up, and he glanced over at the door, fearfully. Reaching across the bed, he shoved on his gloves, before leaping off and pressing himself to the cold wood.
Frost formed on the wood as he tried to listen to his stepbrother through the door.
" Do you wanna build a snowman? C'mon, let's go and play! I never see you anymore! Come out the door! It's like you've gone away!"
A child's gloved hand reached for the doorknob, touching it with tentative fingers.
" We used to be best buddies! And now we're not...i wish you would tell me why! Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman-!"
Jack ripped his hand back, holding it to his chest, " Go away Hiccup!"
He grimaced and roughly wiped the tears with the back of his hand.
A few years passed.
Tap, tap, ta-tap, tap!
" Do you wanna build a snowman? Or read 'bout dragons in the halls? I think some company is overdue,
Gone (Contest entry) Simon hadn’t moved in a week.
They had been about to go on another adventure, just the two of them; Lewis had told him to be at the wide meadow an hour’s walk from Yoglabs by noon. The spring day had been clear, and Simon had taken his time walking down the beaten path to their usual meeting place; he was late, but Lewis was used to that. The sky had been a brilliant robin’s egg blue, the poppies were nodding in a soft breeze, and birds chirped softly as they flew overhead on their daily errands.
The sky was clear now, and he hated it. How could the sun be shining like nothing had happened? The sky would be eternally gray for him now.
He’d heard the struggle before he’d seen it, the worn boots which clad his feet scuffing up small plumes of dust as Simon increased his pace. One hand had risen to adjust his horned helmet in preparation of a fight. The sounds had gotten louder as he’d approached: voices raised in anger and d
Writing Exercise 1It fell the way many things fell from that world- as a strike of lightning to the earth. A tree split down the middle, falling apart in a blaze of terrible beauty, framing the figure with orange light. It stood on unsure legs, knees buckling with a desire to give, body twitching from crackles of electricity winding around it.
Water flooded down from the black clouds in the sky, hissing in the flames and drenching the soldier clad in white. The simple tunic hugged her meager frame like a lover, rippling in liquid-like manners both thick and fluid. Her boot covered feet tottered forward in the mud, sticking and peeling, sinking and sliding. She tumbled like a marionette with its strings cut, face splashing in filth on the ground as strands of snowy hair were clumped together by the muck.
Her hands sunk into the sludge as she rose, mouth hanging slightly open as she softly, slowly panted. Droplets beaded and fell from her n
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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