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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
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
** audio now available here: https://soundcloud.com/tom-woodliff/the-ogre-and-the-leprechuan
There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
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
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