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Soul Burn: Differences (WIP) They walked leisurely, an odd pairing, along the main street heading north of the city. Their voices pierced the air around them as they argued over what had started as a trivial matter. But it was dark, as the lamps lining the street did not cast much light, and so they walked hand in hand,their magic trying to over power the other as much as their words.
"But why doesn't your Kingdom celebrate birthdays?"
"Well, firstly, stop trying to give me frostbite and maybe I'll tell you. You're letting your magic intertwine with your emotions."
"Oh, please. Every time you're irritated I get another blister on my palm. Lead by example, o chosen one." Amanda tilted her head to look up at him, barely suppressing the grin on her face. Garrett raised an eyebrow, trying to look stern, and her laugh echoed against the buildings around them. "Maybe we should try it at the same
Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body barely rustled the sheets, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
Soul Burn: Death Amanda sat surrounded by a tableful of councilmen and traveling ambassadors. The only familiar face in the crowd was Logan, simultaneously conducting this meeting while watching over her. Her black clothes matched the bruises under her eyes. She cradled her face against the palms of her hands, hair falling limp against her cheeks. She didn't want to deal with this right now; their arrogant words, their pitying looks cast down upon her, their plans on what to do with him. Him. Just the thought of his name made tears spring up behind her eyes, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them well over.
"Well, he may have been a hero, but he didn't exactly have a clean history."
"...can't believe their going to build a memorial in his name."
"Ah, he's just a corpse now. Dead bodies don't deserve much-"
Amanda slammed her fist against the tab
Soul Burn: Choked "What were you fools thinking? Protecting women! Hah!" Laughter rolled out of this bastard, his chest shook with it. "Women aren't worth anything. Certainly not your lives."
Amanda turned her head to view the damage he had inflicted on her teammates. Garrett and Logan sprawled out in the dirt on the floor of this cave. Both were covered in their own blood and barely hanging on to consciousness. Gods damn it! I've lost track of Naz. This was not a situation she wanted to be in; two friends on the brink of death, one missing, and she herself looking this murderer in the eye.
Please Naz, please be alright. I'm going to need your help. Amanda forced herself up off the ground, gritting her teeth. She was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. Her muscles began to spasm, voicing their objection to her slow, labored movement. She barely had any strength left. But you have to do this. Y
Soul Burn: Observation Amanda stood in the shade cast by the northern wall the Academy’s emerald green courtyard, watching the younger students practice today’s lesson in physical attacks. She was stationed here not only to instruct and correct mistakes, but also to provide medical care. Just in case things got out of hand. Students were paired together based on their opposition in strengths; they differed in everything from physical size, aptitude, and personality.
“The goal of today’s lesson is for you to incapacitate your partner while inflicting a minimal amount of damage. You’ve trained alongside each other for years; you know their strengths and their weaknesses. Out think them, and take them down,” she paused, slowly sliding her worn brown leather gloves from her hands. “Go.”
Some students dived into their fights, others stood still and assessed their partners. Aman
Morphological Bairn glared piercingly at the woman across from him. She winked back, the color of her hair slowly shifting from red to brown. Her eyes shone a brighter blue. Her skeletal structure melted and reformed under her face.
She was toying with him.
First impressions don’t matter much anymore, but he already didn’t like her. In one fluid motion she stepped forward, turned, and let her shoulders rest against the wall. The brick scratched against the fabric of her clothes, which were-
Nope, he didn’t care. Not one bit. Especially not with her willingly flaunting herself like this in public. She leaned into him, whispering, like a child sharing a secret with a friend.
“Come on, big guy. Loosen up a little.” She rolled her shoulder into him. “Play a little game with me.”
Gonei am woken up
from dreams of you
burnt brain matter
in the hollow of my
thump, thump, thumping
goes my heart
my pulse snaking
venom through my veins now
blackening my skin where
bruises blossom and bloom have
taken up residence un
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
you're too cute. | futakuchi kenji
❝ D-Don't say embarrassing things like that, Kenji! ❞
❝ Aha, sorry! You're just too cute! ❞
"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eati
my kouhai is so cute! | konoha akinori
Konoha Akinori was sitting besides you, and you had no idea why.
It's not that you felt uncomfortable or anything--actually, scratch that. You actually did feel uncomfortable, but you decided to stay silent and focus your attention back onto your novel. At first, you thought that he was just sitting down to relax or some sorts, so you left him alone. And that's when you felt his eyes fixated intently on you. You started to grow nervous and uncomfortable, and you had the overwhelming urge to leave but your body wouldn't move.
"Um.." That's right, [Name]. Just stay calm. "Konoha-senpai.. It's not that I don't hate your company or anything.. I really don't! But.." You quickly averted your eyes away from his face to avoid any contact looking at him. The last thing you wanted was for your oh-so-great senpai to look at your flustered red face. "..but... May I ask what you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he replies. "Just wanted to see you, I guess."
'What the hell's that suppose t
FriendshipThe picture is fading. The light, once eminent, once profound, falls to darkness; casting long ominous shadows on the side-walk. I stopped for a final photograph; in awe of the radiant beams of colour that brightened the underbelly of illuminated clouds and watched as the sun set and pulled its perfect light from an azure sky. There will never be anything more perfect than that moment and now that it is gone I realise that it will never be repeated, never be replicated and even as the sun does set, it will never shine against the clouds in the exact same way. Each time is a gift. Each precious sun set is meant to be cherished and treasured. I feel lucky to have the photograph.
Friends and lovers are like sunsets, they come into our lives for a beautiful shining moment and some of them fade just as quickly but it doesn't make them any less worth the moment we spent. This is my ode to you. I am the keeper of hopes and dreams and should you wish to seek me for conversation, story or anyth
If Rivers Could Speak 1The middle age man laid in bed, staring up at his ceiling. Every single night he found himself waking up a minute before his alarm rang.
*BEEP BEEP... BEEP BEEP*
His heavy hand slapped down on the off button, as he shifted to his side. Now staring at the huge empty spot on hia bed, it's been years since the crystal blue eyed man had someone in that spot. And till recently it hasn't bothered him, but for some odd reason he found himself feeling alone. A feeling he hasn't felt in years...
Despite fighting the urge to want to stay laying in bed, the man had a job. He was the principal of a high school, and it was very unprofessional for him to miss work without there being a very good reason.
How ever he felt, he forced himself to get up. He headed to the bathroom, turning the knob and adjusting the water to warm. He slowly stripped down and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to smoothly run down his body.
He didn't know where the random load came from, he knew he always had a lo
The Refrigerator In the middle of the night, I awaken. Darkness drapes across the furniture, the walls. But in the shadows, all I see is you.
You're not here. You're at home, sound asleep.
Everyone's at home, sound asleep.
Only I walk in the hallway.
Silence and darkness surrounds me. Wrapping around me like blankets.
Mug in hand, I enter the kitchen. The red eye of the television, unblinking. The computer, asleep.
The refrigerator wirrs and churns.
She's in love. In love with the one that left her.
Only the refrigerator understands.
Why the Moon Follows You[Author's Note: The story contains moderate slash.]
"Look up at the sky," Jonathan pointed at the bright, round, full moon that shone bright amongst many stars that dotted the black, night sky. "Look at the moon."
"It's full. And round," Zachary replied, pointing out the obvious.
"Well, yeah, but have you ever wondered why it seems to follow you as you move?"
"Probably something to do with perspective and the spherical shape of both the earth and our eyes?"
"Perhaps, but what is certain is that I am the moon to you," Jonathan explained. "No matter how small you may sometimes feel, just remember that in the dark of night, there is a big, spherical object in the sky that follows you as you move. It sees you as important. And just like the moon, I see you as important even when you feel otherwise."
"But doesn't the moon do that for everyone?"
"I personally do not believe in a god, but in that case, the universe, then, is the moon to all of life on earth. Compared to the moon, even the gre
Creepypasta Fantasy: We are Family. CH 9I look at Slenderman.. “Where am I suppose to sleep?”
“My room ofcourse.” Slenderman said without hesitation. It’s better than having her sleep alone, by herself…
“i-is that okay with you?” I say blushing.
“Yeah, I have a big bed soooo…” his voice trailed off.
He signaled for me to follow, I nod and follow him. We went by by BEN’s room, and he was making kissing noises, for us to hear, the other doors, we heard ‘oh yes slenderman’ followed by more kissing noises, which made both of us blush.
“D-don’t mind them…” Slenderman fasten his stride.
We then arrive at a big wooden door…there we’re circles with X’s on them…he opened it with one of his tendrils. It was a nice room everything was white, from ceiling to floor, I mouth a ‘wow’ while looking around, I then jump on his big bed, it was huge, soft and feels like silk. I didn’t know he l
Oceans“You remind me of who I am”, she says in a soft broken voice.
His arm wraps around her shoulder and he strokes her neck with tender fingers. I watch them from my balcony, hidden by overgrown weeds and spinifex. They meet here every now and then, not regularly. Once a year sometimes or once every two. Sometimes I don’t see them for 5 years or longer.
The first time I noticed them, they were just teenagers. They turned up drunk, stumbling through the overgrowth that borders my yard. I figured they had come up from the beach and were just out for a bit of fun. He was giggling as she ran and squealed, convinced she’d seen a ghost. They sat on my garden bench for a while, chatting about bands, his baby son and how the city would have looked different in the 70’s, with scant dirt roads and roaming surfer dudes, drawn to the ocean, their long-boards underarm.
When their conversation fell silent, I looked up to see if they had gone. Bright stars above a dark ocean
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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