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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
A Scaled WishThis story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^
The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors. Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another. This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall. Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.
“Damn it’s crowded today.” Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.
The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through. It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.
“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?” Isi
The Sweet Smell of RevengeThe Sweet Scent of Revenge
"Hey watch where you're going, freak," Miranda yelled rudely as she bumped into Kate, or more accurately walked directly into her.
"Hey, you walked into me," Kate replied with a bite. Kate was one of the few people who was willing to and able to stand up to Miranda and her girls. With pitch black hair, nails, and clothing, one of the schools few goths obviously didn't care much about Miranda's requirements for popularity or the hierarchy she had set up at school, and had, on more than one occasion, actually spit out Miranda and her 'flunkies', much to their surprise and disgust. But this time was different. They had gone out of their way to provoke her, walking directly into her in an almost empty hallway.
"It's not my fault you were in my way," Miranda replied with cattiness in her voice as she walked away, a smile on her face.
"Actually, it is," Kate smirked as she too continued walking, "But don't worry, you'll pay for it soon enoug
Hollow BeautyHollow Beauty
"Hey Lauren, after you finish restocking the shelves, can you put the new clothes on the mannequins in the women's department before closing up," Ashley asked, or more commanded as she finished emptying the last group of registers in Carter's, the largest department store in the Main St. Mall, "I've got to get home in time for a date with Chad."
"Oh, okay," Lauren said hesitatingly as she put a stack of folded jeans onto their proper shelf.
"That is, unless you have something you have to be at...a date, going out with friends, anything..." Ashley was clearly once again passive aggressively taunting Lauren for her usual lack of social activity and relationships. She wasn't exactly the 'social butterfly' that most of the people who worked in her department. Mostly because she didn't have the same confidence as the others...while most of them were high school or even college cheerleaders and the like, she was a bit more booky. In fact, some of her co-worker
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The Zoo - Group Animal TF/TG (Request)It was that time of the year again. Friends Kathryn, Jill, and Samantha took a trip to the zoo every year. It was a tradition since they were in college, and agreed to always meet up at the Terrence Zoo for a day there. Despite they were still close, they lived a bit far from each other, this day to keep in touch and catch up while checking out some animals. They all arrived and said their hellos and went through the zoo. The trio noticed some animals missing, which they found curious. A worker for the zoo approached them where they questioned it. "Where are the kangaroos, the bison, the lions!" Jill asked. "Glad you asked, please if you all will come with me." the man said, taking them to a room away from the public, hidden by bushes. "Hello you three, I see you have noticed some of our animals, more fitting, our lack there of." a man told them. "Y-yes, they simply aren't there anymore." Kathryn responded. "You see, we are very sort on male animals, most the ones we get are female, so
The School Of Pokemon: Year 2 Begins!"To think it's... technically, my second year here..." I muttered aloud, looking over at Silenrea and Lucaria, the former floating near the bed i sat on, incidentally created by her, and the latter sitting next to me with a big smile as usual.
My room had finally been transformed into something halfway-decent. The walls had been, literally, painted into a forest-look. The Ceiling had been given, what the Dark-types called, the Clock Paint. It changed from sun to starry night as time passed, they apparently used it often in their rooms. It was... quite nice really. Although in their terms, i owed them an arm and a leg for it, not literally thankfully, but i knew someday, likely soon knowing my luck, that favor would be called upon.
I had gotten a dresser to use for whatever I dang well please, made lovingly out of shells, literally. Giant, Seashells. Don't ask how it worked. I'd probably give myself a headache trying to explain.
Despite all the craziness I had seen from this place so fa
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 04How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I sat still for what felt like hours. What the hell do I do? What would Amy think if she caught me?! Why am I so nervous with Blaze sitting on my lap? That's innocent enough.... right? I flinch as Blaze shifts a bit in my lap and actually hugs me and rests her head on my chest.... I start to sweat as my heart races.... Why am I so nervous? Why am I worried of Amy will see this? It's not like she would be jealous.... Would she?
"Mmmmmmm hey there Silver.... It's been a while...." Blaze groans out as she rubs her head on my chest. i think she can feel my chest tuft under my shirt....
Goddammit.... I don't know what to do.... I freeze as I hear the kitchen door swing open and footsteps coming my way....
With Amy in front, she looks at me, smirks, and crosses her arms, "So, getting re-acquainted with Blaze, eh Shadow?"
It was the year 1871 when an dusty vagabond in an small town on the prairies. He walked to wards the inn from the town and walked up to the woman who runs it.
He said “Ma’am I would like to pass the night here and horse for when I leave tomorrow.” The woman didn’t even look up and said “You can stay but you can’t get one of my horses.”
The vagabond looked surprised “Why not?” The woman then looked up and said “Because I have only a few horses and I want people to take good care of them who gets them.” The vagabond felt himself insulted and said angry “So you think I can’t take care for an horse!?”
“No I didn’t say you couldn’t take care for an horse I said you can’t take GOOD care for a horse.”
The vagabond then gets angry and grabbed the woman by her shoulders he looked her in the eyes and said “I’m not longer going on with this conversation I’m goi
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
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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