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The Amulet: Chapter 2"So he appeared to you as a child?" The woman asked.
"Yes. He looked innocent and scared. I felt obliged to help him!!" Ty said, his voice cracking from fear and pressure.
"Ty, calm down son. We're here to help, not interrogate. What did he ask you to do?"
"Well...nothing at first. But then he started doing things that were getting to be harmful to my friends. He became to get more and more threatening, and I got scared. Then he started appearing to be about my age or so, and he didn't look as innocent. I finally told my friends about it and they said to just ignore him. Act like he wasn't there. I tried, but I just couldn't. I was too scared! But I didn't do what he wanted, and he got really mad. Every day we'd come home to a wrecked house, and a threat written on the wall. It wasn't until Jason was up in the middle of the night that got us the courage to call you."
Jason was up doing a project for college. With all the ghost crap going on, he hadn't been able
Forgive YourselfSeto walked down the halls of the Sky Army Base. He and his ex-friends said their sorrys, and Seto became the castle wizard again. He smiled as he walked down the yellow halls. It felt great to be back. He walked by Sky's office and was about to knock when he heard quiet sobbing. He opened the door and gasped as he saw Sky's head buried in his arms on top of his large desk. He was dreaming about something. Seto cast a spell and found himself in Sky's dream.
It was when they kicked Seto out...
"B-but why?! W-whatever I've done I'm sorry!!" A younger Seto sobbed.
"It's already been decided sorcerer. Now if you'll excuse me I have an army to run." Sky said angrily turning and leaving the throne room, leaving the sobbing Seto behind. The real Seto followed him to find Sky sliding down the large wooden door heavy sobs wracking his body.
Seto's eyes snapped open to find himself back at Sky's office at 3:30 in the morning and finding Sky still asleep, tears running down hi
Special placeThe first author set out, wanting to find a place,
but instead found nothing that could replace it.
Her mind often drifted off to what the second author was doing,
but she would shake away the thoughts with the chaos she saw.
But finally the time apart grew, until it was unbearable,
she found herself running to the place she wanted to forget.
She stopped at the gate and swung it open, to find the first author sitting all alone.
The garden was still dead, but it looked like someone tried to resurrect it...
The trash was cleaned and thrown away.
She walked up slowly to her friend to find tears running down her face.
The second was looking down at a flower she failed to grow and began sobbing by the fact she was now all alone.
The first set her notebook down, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No place is perfect without little mistakes." She said to her with a warm smile.
"But...everything is completely destroyedand dead! It's broken like my sorrowful heart..." The
Special place.Two authors found a place.
A very very special place.
A place where all flowers bloomed, glorious ideas were cherished and brought together. It was green, and beautiful, and absolutely perfect.
One of the Authors left unwillingly, and told the other she'd be back later.
She came back ours later, head full of ideas worth sharing. But the place was not still and quiet and calm, but loud, and chaotic, and dirty.
The flowers were brown and dead, for they were stepped on, crushed, or picked and forgotten. Trashed littered everywhere in the garden, from solo cups, to paper plates, to napkins, to you name it.
Instead of the other author, there was about ten people there talking loudly and trampling over the plants.
The first tried to fit in, but couldn't.
She tried explaining her ideas, but her efforts were in vain.
She tried getting people to leave, but the other author stopped her and told her to find another place for them.
The first author left with her heart
Inheritance Chapter 1"No Ant, I don't think you should hook up with her." A sixteen-year-old Adam said to his friend on the phone. "Because she sounds like a douche bag!" He cried in a playful manner, chuckling afterwards. "Yeah whatever man. Bet you five bucks she'll dump you in a week. Whatever, listen I'll call you back tomorrow. My mom and dad want me to come home, and I'm at my front door. Yeah, ok. Later." Adam said hanging up and walking inside. His parents were sitting at the table waiting for him.
"Hey, I'm home. What's up?" He said with a smile.
Sky's mother sighed heavily. "Son, sit down." His father said tiredly.
Adam's smile faded entirely as he closed the door behind him. He walked over to the table and sat down. "Adam...you remember how your father was a general?" His mother asked.
"How could I forget...I saw him for a week then he left for six months and came back for a week and then the cycle continued." Adam sighed. "Why?"
His father placed a piece of paper on the
Spawn prologue-ish thing."A new breed of super humans!" The scientist said into the mic, as the reporters scribbled down in their notepads.
"So a clone?" One asked.
"No. We have modified and created a entirely new person with their own thoughts, own intelligence, and own mind. We have created a living form from dust almost!" He yelled excitedly.
"How many have you created?"
"Four, so far. We hope to create an entire colony of them soon."
"Who is this one then?" A reporter in the front asked pointing to the limp being in a glass tube chamber. He looked human, with a black shirt and pants with red sneakers and an amulet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, meet Project Sky! A work-in-progress really. This is our latest, and our most...spirited personality yet. Other then Project Steve, this one is the only one with a bit of bugs to his system. He talks about the outside and things like that." He answered.
"Wait, so you're not letting them out into the world?"
"Absolutely not! Who knows what they might
Animal Lover (Mitch x Reader) ((Comission))"Mitch!!!" You whine. "Are you coming with me to the woods or not?!"
"Yeah, give me a sec!!" He said into the receiver. A weird noise was heard in the background. "On second thought, I'll meet you there."
"What was that?" You ask.
"Nothing! I'll see you there!" He cried hanging up.
Mitch has been your friend since first grade. All the struggles, jokes, laughter, he was there. You love him to death, but he was growing suspicious. He would frequently go missing during class and come in as if he ran two blocks. Then at lunch he would buy his lunch and some cooked fish. He didn't eat the fish, he would just take it home with him. You wanted to believe it was nothing, but you just can't. It's too odd!
After a couple minutes, Mitch comes racing down to the entrance. "sorry! I was....babysitting!" He lied. You could always tell when he lied.
"Save it Hughes." You mutter. He looks down in shame. You sigh. "I'm sorry Mitch, but come on! You've been lying to me all month, and I'm get
Tell me, Ms.Popular.
Shall I bow down to the crown of instagram?
Or to her pawns of twitter and selfies.
God forbid I tell you how,
And or why.
Why is this wrong?
Is it horrid I have an opinion?
For I will not listen to your gossip and minions.
Tell me dear, how do you know I'm ok?
For you do not ask if I'm alright.
Nor shall you even acknowledge me as a friend.
I may be a crumbling tower,
But you shall remain a beautiful statue,
Unresponsive to my pleads for help.
You are NOT there when I need you.
You do not ask if I have been well,
And there you stand with your clique,
Leaving me a hollow friendless shell.
So here I stand!
The hope of a new artistic nation!!
A knight, a king!
I shall rule a land with none of,
For I am a queen,
Nay, A king!
I shall not be your shadow!!!
I will be the lamp to push away your shadows of doubt,
Your streams of ignorance.
For I am A Rebellion, not a monster.
Wake up.Skittle sat in the waiting room staring at the floor with eyes filled with sorrow and guilt. The floor had little relevance what-so-ever, and was rather boring to stare at in her opinion. But at this moment, it was everything. Every little detail insignificant detail meant everything to her now. She soaked in and relished every little second she stared at the marble tiles paved onto the hospital floor.
It was the only thing that didn't remind her of Ryan or the horrid lie that Skittle told her.
To Skittle at this moment, the floor was just a floor. It had little to NOTHING to do with her sister. So here she stared at it, with such intensity that some who walked by the waiting room and glanced at her wondered if her purpose was to stare at it until the floor burst into flames.
"Ms. Games?" Some one said, interrupting the blondes rants about how important this floor was to her. She looked up, her puffy red eyes lifting up from the floor. It was the doctor with a grim fa
So Much For Being Pure (Nettlepaw X Ghostpaw) II Ghostpaw
Loud rumblings noises roared into the alley way. A shriek came from the she-cat as she leap up from her sleep, wide awake in a split second. She hurried to look out of their cardboard den. The monster that slowly made it's way down to them was huge, bigger then anything she had ever seen before. She turned quickly, jabbing at the tom cat.
"Nettlepaw! Nettlepaw get up now! We have got to go!" She meowed frightfully.
The dark tabby limped out of the box, going down the alley with the tom cat. At the end of it she turned, looking over her stripped shoulder as she watched a two-leg feed the silver cylinder and their night home into the monster. She shuddered and came to brush her shoulder along Nettlepaw's.
"So are we heading home now? Or do you still want to find some cat nip first?" She questioned.Everyone is likely freaking out by now. Honestly, I wonder what they do thin
PawnsI was twelve when my mother pressured me into receiving tutelage from a Mr. Tony Malkinet every Thursday in the intricate art of chess. I mean, when I was a kid, sure it interested me; however, I wouldn’t have gone so far as to push my child into taking lessons like my mother forced me to do. I had no idea how much she paid this cynical, opinionated atheist to tutor me… and I think the real reason was she saw Tony as a good fatherly role model for me.
Since the day I was born, I had no one to call my father. No one to play catch with or watch a football game with; therefore, I became an isolated, budding intellectual, spending the majority of my free time bettering my intelligence. Tony always saw potential in me which boosted my self-esteem; he would constantly compare his younger self to me and encouraged my interests in the arts, religion, and debating.
It was Thursday, and I’ll admit, I get excited when it’s time to drive to Tony’s. When I showed up, I
Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak PeakFlare Tiger walked down in the dark room which lived in deepest basement, which below the Canterlot High School as it’s had two basements but unknown to them, that’s Flare Tiger had created the third and finally, the third basement known as Haunted Shade Basement which she’s choose to scared other by used her old friend, Shadow Cat aka Nightmare Partner in her friend’s codename which Dragon Strike Force didn’t want used her for few reasons that’s she’s very danger and able sneaky around a lots, also, she’s loved killed most of time when she was need. Flare Tiger smiled to see her friend who sat and playing on the television which is game, Flare Tiger decided to pass by and her friend noticed her and smiled in greeting in friendly cat’s tone to Flare Tiger. Flare Tiger nodded right back and walked to the room, which very hugest and very secrets where Flare Tiger didn’t want tell her family about it, not even the outsiders knew
Me and mah BrothaTy:GET DA FUQ OFF OF DA COMPUTAH ALEX!
Me:FUQ NU AND DUN SAY MAH REAL NAME FISH NAMMIT!
Both:Wut wut wut wut i'm gonn-
Older Sister: BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE F!K UP!
Ty:Well someone's on their period
Both:*runs like hell*
The GaffI’ve been here about an hour in this rat-hole for the infirm, and finally the old man pulls out the cards. He mucks about a bit and flutters the deck. He hardly shakes at all and when he does, he adds some bizarre flourish to distract the eye. My old man, such a fucking pro. You'd never know he was sick. His voice is liquid cool as it pitter-patters along at breakneck speed, the cards slapping and him grinning, I don’t listen. Something’s cracked inside and I dive through the crevice, out of my body, into a much younger and frailer self – into a furious and sick, six-year old boy. I smell booze and Aqua Velva. I am in the back of a smoke-infested Buick, where Johnnie Walker Red glazes the cracked and scarred vinyl and pock-marks remain from violations made from number-two pencils.
Nicotinic fingers break the deck and I give him a vague smile. My old man’s eyes flicker and he offers up a classic – his famous ‘Vegas Sidewalk Shuffle”
So Much For Being Pure (Nettlepaw X Ghostpaw) INettlepaw =
The wind blew through the areas of the apprentice den where the branches were too far apart. Black bangs fluttered over onto gray fur. Ghostpaw's eyes slit open, emerald and heather toned eyes dodging around the dim nest. Cinderpaw was asleep next to her. She had been laying with him the last few nights after she had been discharged from the medicine den. The Scale Plague had hit her hard, despite only having it for half a moon. She twisted and licked at the patches where her fur had fallen out. Ghostpaw was feeling very self-concious on the matter, despire the fact that the fur was already going back, and most of the spots were hidden by her fur which had stayed, since it was so long.
The young cat got up, feeling rather weak, but wanting to get out of the hot and stuffy den anyways. Besides, she had been laying around like an elder for weeks! She was careful not to wake her brother, whom since she had go
You. (Possibly a short story series)You smirk, dropping the knife to the ground, drops of blood threatening to to hit you as the blade made contact with the concrete of the alley. The body of a women laid a few inches away from the tips of your toes. Her throat was cut and she had a major stab wound in her lower abdomen. You squat down to wipe your blood covered hands on the women's shirt. When you stand back up, you take in a deep, satisfied breathing, knowing the job was done. You turn on your heels, ready to leave, but wait, no prints left behind, right? You pick up your knife and slip it into its sheath positioned on your hip. You dig in your pockets for a lighter. Once you locate it you pull it out, then make flames come out of it. You chuckle lightly as you whisper to yourself, "Burn, baby, burn." You light the lady's body a blaze, glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody is watching or looking. You put your hand over your nose at the awful smell of burning human flesh. Somebody's attention is bound to be dr
Constellation - Excerpt from CWTD...
"Something on your mind Rikki?"
Once more I was laying on my back. Grass beneath me, it was cold which felt kind of nice on my bare legs. My shorts scrunched up from falling. My arms laying as if I'm about to make a snow angel. The only part that moved at all was my mouth when I spoke and my eyes blinking. I stared right into the dark hole in his hoodie. The moon behind him, I couldn't see his expression. All I knew was that he was sitting atop me with a knife to my neck and his other hand gripping my shoulder.
He huffed slightly from jumping on top of me. He must have been running toward me to do so, which was odd cause I was already laying out on the grass in my front yard.
"Shut up." I guess Rikki wasn't in a good mood. This was the sixth, no wait... the seventh time he's put a knife to my neck in recent months. I swallowed the saliva that accumulated in my mouth, making the knife move slightly as my saliva moved down my esophagus.
I raised an eyebrow at him, still not saying a
Dark Havens -- A Wizard101 FanFicDark times were coming. Cyrus knew this, but he didn't want to believe it.
There had been speculation about an upcoming war before, but now it was almost certain. Malistaire Drake, former Necromancy teacher at the esteemed Ravenwood School for the Magical Arts, had vanished just a few short weeks ago without any explanation, tearing his school away from Ravenwood in a fit of anger and, to some who knew Malistaire best, despair. Cyrus and the other professors spent many days contemplating on the reasoning behind this. Malistaire was a good teacher, and despite his cold exterior he was a good man with a strong heart, so just about everyone - especially the poor Necromancer students he left behind - was baffled by his sudden change in demeanor. Everyone was asking just what happened to the poor man.
Many theories and possibilities were thrown about when Ambrose held a meeting to answer this question. Falmea thought that perhaps a few misbehaving students had crossed the line, and in his d
Skittle checked each box as they went down, smirking at the snacks her wolf friend was placing in his carry-on. She popped a red skittle in her mouth before continuing until they were all the way down to the bottom and racing towards the docking station. Silver looked at his blonde friend with a sad smile set on his muzzle.
Skittle turned and looked at him curiously. "Why are you sad? You're on vacation for your birthday! Be happy!"
"I should be...but.." He stopped remembering all the fun birthday parties He celebrated with his friends. Skittle, Tink, Cole, or even Dillion would be there to giggle and laugh with him. Only a couple of his other friends who didn't really like the blonde or anyone around her. "But I would rather you and and everyone else be there with me." He smiled.
She sighed and gave him a hug. "No, don't pity or wallow in guilt for us. Go and have fun." She said handing him his carry-on.
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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