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If I Could DD...

Journal Entry: Thu Dec 18, 2014, 1:41 PM
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Blue Bloods
  • Reading: Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief
  • Watching: Blue Bloods
  • Playing: World of Warcraft
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: 7Up
So the awesome GrimFace242 challenged us to come up with a list of pieces that we feel deserve a DD.  My favorites are full of so many pieces that I think deserve one, but I'm only going to include a few here, in no particular order (and may include a few authors twice, but they are so good!).  Please feel free to take a look at them:

What the Water Gave MeI didn't cry when Tam Lin went away. I broke into the local pool after it closed and everyone was gone, and I read the books he left me, and I waited.
I wondered if he listened to the mixes I made him, if he practiced his diving. If anyone over there was trying to beat him up, the way they had when he moved here, before we were friends. But mostly, I wondered if Tam was waiting, too.
***
I'd hoped to see him when my parents moved us to America. I knew we were just one of many, an exodus away from Ireland after the economy collapsed, but we were moving to the same area, and Tam had sent his address when he arrived. He'd never answered my letters, but I thought I'd look anyway. Surely he'd have time for me if I came in person.
I knew I was being pathetic, but I didn't care. I wanted to see his face again. In my wallet I kept a photo of us together: I had folded and unfolded it so often that the paper had become like velvet when I pressed it to my cheek. Sad indeed.
After I got settled in
The Dead God's RevelationLucien scrubbed with harsh soap until his skin was red and stinging, then stepped under a jet of hot water. He’d been doing this forever, but it still made him grimace and squirm. After drying with a rough cotton towel, he pulled a clean white robe that smelled of magic and disinfectant over his head, placed a soft cloth cap over his short hair, and stepped into straw sandals that scratched his feet.
He placed his hand against the doorway to the patients’ area. Magic pushed against him like a strong wind; he relaxed into it, and the door slid open. Lucien took stock. At the moment he had only two subjects. The man was asleep, his skin flushed with fever and marked with red bumps that had not yet begun to flake and bleed.
Lucien turned to the girl. She was little more than a child. Blood leaked from the corners of her eyes and mouth; her breathing was shallow, barely audible. She did not stir when Lucien dabbed the blood off her skin, so lightly as to apply almost no pressur
CapturedMoonlight filtered in through the iron bars, filling the small stone cell with minimal amounts of light.  Crickets could be heard chirping; singing their nightly song in the field beyond the cellblock that was located along the west wall of the city of Thrace.  James Carding leaned against the left wall of his cell, one hand fingering the split lip he had received while trying to resist his captors.  He couldn't believe he'd been caught; Drake and Aislinn were never going to let him live this down.  Well, they wouldn't if he ever managed to escape.
He sighed and climbed to his feet, starting to pace his cell, trying to work out the kinks and stiffness from having been sitting for so long, and from having the crap kicked out of him when he wouldn't just "come along quietly" like the guards had demanded. He approached the bars and stuck his head out as far as it would go, trying to see down either end of the hall, looking for a guard or someone to
LostYour slouch says it all
and the way
you wear your hat
in your hands
like something condemned
or a color
you cannot remember.
Words
cannot chase you here
or follow
in the footsteps
of people
whose faces vanish
like purgatory
and pictures
torn from wallets.
Sounds
will not echo
or move
through your sleep
of tears
in blind comfort.
And no song
that bleeds your name
across the pillows
and leaves you falling
like dreams
that slipped through winter...
The Mimic's Mirror: Prologue
Set



AHD Technologies Unlimited Headquarters
Raleigh, North Carolina
United States of America
24 February, 2141

   
    I spend a lifetime building an empire, and now you’re telling me it’s going to burn, and there’s not a god-damned thing I can do about it?” The short man with the out-of-fashion goatee and a Gallic nose snarled. “Worse! Hell if I’m not a selfish bastard bitching about my business when the whole damned planet is about to go up in flames.”
    “It’s only natural, Chairman Rocheforte,” the tall man fidgeted with his glasses as he continued.
    “Stop trying to cheer me up, Kettel,” he growled.
    The researcher gulped as he offered a tepid grin and continued,
A Witch Named Carmine-1Carmine absently wandered through the creature-infested wood.
Pixies and nymphs fluttered curiously around her head, while trolls hid in the safety of their hollow dens as she approached them. She knew this wood like the back of her hand, if anything were to attack her in here, then it was sent with a reason.
Soon Carmine stopped. The path she had been following had suddenly opened up to a grassy glen, leaving her feeling very exposed.
To her right there was a babbling river, now slightly frozen with the on coming winter. Birds of various varieties whistled and tweeted, invisible in the canopy of branches. Butterflies and dragonflies buzzed about the flowers, some poisonous, some edible, around her feet. Carmine cautiously stepped towards the river; tales of disappearances had surfaced to her village from this place, normally she would have avoided this area all together, but her frazzled mind hadn't been focused as to her destination.
Something evil resides here…She assume
Leaves Of DanceAutumn leaves
Of yellow.
Swirling air
In fall.
Twisting to
A beat of
Their own.
Dancing.

I twist the pen
In my hand.
Staring out
The window.
The leaves
Are falling again.
Winter is coming
Soon.
Dancing...
Ink starts to
Drop.
Images form
In my head.
Leaves grow
Hands and hair
A body
Petite.
Wind blowing
In their hair
Dancing alone
Each to a different beat.
Fallen
Connected
Together
By the fated
Fall.
Inspiration...
Sneaks up
On you.
It can be the
Smallest thing.
The smallest
Feather
The softest
Word.
Inspiration can give you
The feeling
Of everything...
Yet nothing.
The feeling of
Peace
With a spark
Light.
Accomplishment
So subtle
That you don't
Notice.
Beauty.
Tenshin Diaries chapter 1Name: Crystal
Name of the Diary: ???
Date: November 19
I found this diary together with some old photos, I dont really have anything else to do, so I guess I should write here sometime...
20 of November                     
I couldn't die so easily, I don't remember how many times I tried to kill myself but… it never worked… didn't really make any change at all… Several times I had internal bleedings, broken bones… a pain so strong that my screams could literally bring the dead back to life… but after a while… the injuries… they would just heal, my bleeding would stop and I could also hear the cracking of my bones reshaping themselves… I got used to the cold feeling of my veins when all the blood was spilled all over the floor… but… that never killed me…
24 of november
My life on the other hand… was insupportable in few wor
Memento Mori- Chapter 1A seemingly androgynous form sat in a darkened space. Emptiness surrounded her, giving her the essence of floating in the nothingness. Static danced about her, spilling itself over her thighs and crackling in her ears. She could hear it well, listening to its whirr and zip from moving around so rapidly. Its cackle was overbearing, yelling at her as she sat. Her stillness agitated it, giving it reason to spit at her quiet solace. However, she did not listen. She had learned to ignore the cries of static. The fickle electricity gave her no remorse, no regret. It was useless in her mind and she let that be shown. She showed no kindness to those she could not toy with. She needed emotions and such simple beings of nature didn't have such glorious properties.
She bent over, wrapping her arms tightly around her calves. The static grew madly, spreading itself along her back and playing amongst her chin-length black hair. It tickled her lips and pinched her cheeks.
She spun frontwards, releasi
Storms: A SequelThe lightning bolt:
Flash!
Beat Of the Drums - Part OnePounding drums. They reverberated throughout the entire forest. The thick scent of tart sap and sweet honey was too powerful, swamping her, dulling her senses and made her limbs feel more heavy than she could bear to handle.
She didn't understand why she felt she should flee. War drums were a familiar sound to her, something she understood completely. She was one of the Tree-Leapers, who pinned off the enemy clan members with their bows. She wasn't great, but she was useful.
Now that she knew her primary target, though, all she could do was flee. Which would leave her alone, without food or companion and most likely a terrible headache to go with it all. She'd never be accepted back as a deserter, but she couldn't just kill her friend who felt like a sister.
She stopped running. She didn't know why the power of the scents was overtaking her now. But they were.
Just great. All of my honourable life I've gotten by as one of the Tree Leapers. Now I'm a deserter, and my clan will
Juusan: Destined Arrival
Juusan: Destined Arrival
     The sun smiles upon the land, granting its gift of luminescence to the foothills of Fuji-yami Wild flora, fields upon fields of it, greet the travelers with its lush, leafy radiance, and the local fauna bask in what appears to be nature's day off. A cool breeze blows in from the mountain, making the sun's mild overbearance somewhat more tolerable. Today should be a good day, yes, but their reason for coming to this place keeps it from being so.
     Absentmindedly, Kazuya wanders ahead on his own, leaving the rest of the group not too far behind. He cannot seem to shake off this dark feeling pervading his thoughts and his very being, despite the calm, relaxed surroundings. He wonders if this vista presented before him is nothing more than a farce, created by his own mind, just to cope with these dark times. He even questions the very reason they came to Fuji-yama.
     How


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Brushing scarlet ringlets out of her way, she finished buttoning her mistress's dress.  She moved the hair back after smoothing out any wrinkles.
"There," she said.
Mari turned around in her emerald cloth, surprise written across her features, "What is bothering you, Locke?"
Not really wanting to discuss it, but knowing that Mari would question her until she did, Locke answered, "I'm just concerned about King Leon's announcement."
Mari turned toward Locke, shaking her head.  "There is nothing to worry about!  I'm sure it just has something to do with the Solstice Festival coming up.”
Locke mulishly retorted, "I don't know what it is, but I feel like something bad is going to happen!"
Smoothing down the front of her dress, Mari gave her an exasperated look through crimson fringe.  Sitting at her mirror, she held up a pendant for Locke to grace her neck with.  Mari held her hair up as Locke put the necklace on, locking the clasp in place.
Locke's hands lingered on Mari's smooth skin as she reflected on their odd friendship, wishing that it were more.  Mari was lucky, born into wealth and the ruling class; Locke, not so much.  She was an orphan, and comparing their reflections in the mirror reminded her of the disparity between them.  They had been friends since Locke was brought to Locksley Castle to be Mari's playmate, and over the years, their bond had grown stronger, but Locke was very much still aware of the gap in their social statuses; Jonathan made sure of that.
Mari's gaze softened and she reached for Locke's hand, giving it a squeeze.  "All will work out," she said, giving Locke's reflection the hint of a true smile.  Locke returned the squeeze and smile, even if it did not fully reach her eyes.


Locke entered the throne room two steps behind Mari.  Looking around, she noticed the various nobles and religious figures present.  Vicar Tucker was quietly talking with the Count of Eastly, giving Locke a little wink when he noticed her.  Sighing, she continued to look around.  Cook was there, along with Addie and Wyla, gossiping most likely.  Touching Mari's arm, she motioned that she would join them.  Mari nodded and continued to walk towards the front of the room, where her aunt, uncle, and cousin awaited.  They spoke in low voices with a man that Locke did not recognize.  Deputy Sheriff Laci wasn't too far away, sulking in a corner.  Jonathan made a face at Locke, but she refused to rise to the bait.  Finding Jo in the crowd, Locke joined her.
King Leon stood at the top of the dais, motioning for quiet, gesturing for the guards to close the doors.  The gathered nobles and clergy quieted and looked expectantly his way.
"Thank you all for coming!" King Leon began.  "Today, not only do we celebrate Jonathan's birthday,..." he trailed off as assorted people clapped, "...but we also celebrate his betrothment!"
Gasps filled the room at this proclamation.  King Leon turned and held out his hand to Mari.  Horrified, Locke looked on as King Leon joined Mari's hand to her cousin Jonathan's, "At the Summer Solstice Festival, Jonathan shall wed Mari!"  The room erupted in applause and roars of approval.  Looking dismayed, Locke slowly turned to Jo.
"I'm so sorry, honey," Jo said.  Locke brushed Jo's hand away.  She turned and rushed out of the room, tears bursting from her eyes, and a trail of surprised on-lookers following in her wake.


The next morning, Locke was still reeling from the announcement.  She got up and dressed in a fog of confusion.  The more she thought about it, the more her confusion turned to anger.  She did not understand how Mari could go along with this, nor did she believe that Mari did not know the announcement was coming when they had spoken earlier; she had said that it would be an announcement about the Festival!  Locke had taken that to mean that some man of honor was coming from far away.  She should have paid more attention, should have trusted her feelings.
Despite being Mari's handmaid, she decided to go with Addie and Wyla to the market.  One of the other handmaids could help dress Mari; Locke wanted to avoid her.  It was not as if she had hidden her growing feelings from Mari.  She may have from others, but not Mari.  That was what made the announcement feel even more like a betrayal!
Meeting Addie and Wyla in the kitchen, they headed out, Cook hollering after them to not forget the turnips.  Addie and Wyla talked in hushed tones as Locke brooded.  They could tell she was upset, but did not know about what.  Reaching the market, they steered Locke in the direction of the turnip stand.  Along the way, Locke noticed a stand selling chrysanthemums, Mari's favorite flower.  As the others continued on to the turnip stand, Locke wandered over to the flower stall.
As she gazed at the flowers, contemplating buying some, the vegetable stall next to her exploded in commotion.  Two young boys were racing through the market from the baker's stall.  One of the boys had crashed into a vegetable stand and went to the ground, tangled in the legs of the cabbage wagon.  Locke jumped back, bumping into the flower merchant, as guards rushed into the market. They watched the boy scramble and race off past them, the baker yelling and gesturing after him.
There was a sudden screech from the direction that the boy had gone.  Running towards the scene, Locke found a horse rearing over the young man as the guards surrounded him and the barouche that had been stopped by the commotion.  The boy backed up from the horse as it hooves hit the ground in front of him; the bread that he had been carrying crushed beneath its weight.
"Hold it right there!" a voice exclaimed from behind Locke.  She turned towards it, finding Sheriff Laci.  She followed Laci's walk as he made his way through the crowd; she noticed the passengers in the carriage: Jonathan, Mari, and Jo.  Jo caught her eye and motioned Locke over, but she shook her head and tried to blend in with the crowd.  Jo busied herself with making sure Mari was not harmed as she was the only handmaid with her.  Locke felt bad for putting Jo in this position, but she just could not bear facing Mari with her emotions still raw from the previous day.
"What is the meaning of this?" Jonathan roared as he brushed dust off his clothes as he stepped down from the carriage.
"I'm sorry, your Majesty," the driver stammered.  "The boy, he appeared from nowhere and I had to stop suddenly."
Looking like he was about to have a fit of apoplexy, Jonathan's gaze fell on the boy, who was now standing next to Deputy Sheriff Laci.  “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, your Highness.  I was just trying to get this food back to my sick mother and sister,” the boy answered, making sweeping gestures towards the trampled food.  He visibly trembled as the guards lifted him from the ground.
Jonathan glared, advancing on the poor boy, "How dare you!  I doubt that's even the truth!  You probably wanted to hoard it for yourself, just like all the other grubby little mongers who come seeking aid."
Mari let out a gasp as she stepped out of the carriage; Jonathan was now standing toe-to-toe with the boy.  The young man was a little taller than Jonathan, but not so much so that he had to look up.  Jonathan was obviously fuming; the boy appeared to shrink away from him.  He was in need of a good bath, but to Locke’s ears he sounded honest.  Jonathan grabbed the boy’s shirt, bringing him closer, "YOU ALMOST KILLED US!"
Both Mari and Locke rushed forward.  Mari was able to reach Jonathan while Locke ran into a guard.  The guard tried to catch her, but she twisted herself out of the way.  Just as Jonathan was about to throw a punch at the boy, she slammed into him, knocking both him and Mari to the ground.  They went down in a tangle of limbs and skirts.
"Unhand me," Jonathan sputtered as they tried to untangle themselves.
"Calm down!" Jo yelled as she worked on helping Mari out from under him.
Jonathan violently pushed Locke off of him and rose.  He glared at her.  Before anyone else could say anything, Jonathan swept his hand, taking in both the boy and Locke, "Lock them both up!"
From the ground, Mari exclaimed, "No!  Jonathan, you mustn't!  She's my handmaid!"
Whipping around, Jonathan glared down his nose at her, he harshly replied in a disgusted voice, "I don't care!  She laid hands on me!"  Turning, he barked an order to Laci and the guards, "Arrest them!  Now!"  As Locke was hauled away by the guards, she caught a glimpse of Mari crying on Jo's shoulder.


Two days later, Locke still sat in a cell at the prison.  She sighed, running her hands through her greasy, platinum hair.  How did she get herself into this mess?
"Hey!" she heard an echo hiss through the hall.  She ignored it.
"Hey!" she heard again, but continued ignoring them as she contemplated a way out of her predicament.
"Hey!" someone shouted once again, followed by a "Shut up down there!"
It became blessedly quiet, until she heard the door down the hall creak open and boot steps echoing off the stonewalls.  They stopped outside her door.  Through the small, barred window, she saw the jailer's beady eyes.  As she heard the keys jangle in the door, he told her to move back, not that she wasn't already as far as she could be from the door on the small, hard bed she was sitting on.  The door swung open and in walked Deputy Sheriff Laci and Princess Mari.
"As you can see, she is perfectly fine," Laci was telling Mari.
"I guess so," Mari replied, "but I would still like to talk with her alone."
"I'm afraid I cannot oblige that request, on Prince Jonathan's orders."
Mari made a face, but she entered the cell anyways, taking in the small bed with threadbare blankets, the dirty hay on the floor, and the used chamber pot.  As she came closer, Locke backed away.  A look of hurt crossed Mari's face, but she wrestled it into a neutral look.
"How are you faring, Locke?”
"Fine, your Majesty," Locke replied in a neutral tone.  "They are treating me well."
"Better than most," the jailer spat.
"You have seen her, your Highness, let us be gone," Laci commanded.
Mari frowned, and then opened her mouth as if to say more.  Locke did not want to hear Mari’s excuses, so she subtly shook her head and Mari closed her mouth as she turned to leave.  Locke turned her back to the door and stared out the small, barred window at the night sky.  As she heard them leave, she put her head in her hands.


Locke awoke in the blackest of night to a hand covering her mouth.  She was dragged out of bed with her blankets by strong hands.  Kicking, she heard cursing and a grunt.
"Get a hold of her, dammit!"  Locke’s eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the voice: it was the jailer!  She began struggling more.  She was slammed against the wall, her screams muffled by the hand.
"Shut up girl!"  The cold steel of a dagger was held at her neck.  "If you don't stop yer struggling, I'll kill ya!" a low, menacing voice said in her ear.  She kicked out with her knee and was satisfied by a heavy grunt.  The dagger slid along her neck, "I warned ya, girl!  Do that again and I'll finish the job!"
Greasy hair slid along her neck as the man ran his mouth along it.  She felt rough hands squeezing at her breasts, and then heard tearing as her clothes were ripped.  She continued to struggle and was rewarded with her head being slammed against the wall.
She lost consciousness.


Locke awoke in a room she did not recognize.  She looked around, seeing various books and a few religious objects along the shelves on the walls.  She groaned as pain flooded her body.
"Don't move," a voice said from her left.  Moving her head seemed like a real pain, so she was happy when the face came into view to reveal that it was Jo.  "It's alright, love, you're safe now."
"What happened?" she asked in a whisper, grimacing as pain shot through her head.
Jo went to the door and opened it, motioning for someone to come as she replied, "We don't rightly know.  Addie came running up to Mari's room screaming that she and Wyla found you unconscious and bloody in your cell.  That was three days ago."
Locke gave a horrified look at the thought of Mari seeing her like that.  She tried to rise from the bed, but fell back into place.
"There, there, dear," a masculine voice said from her left again, causing Locke to tense up.  She relaxed when Vicar Tucker came into view, his kindly face comforting her.  "Don't try to move."
He began checking her out, poking and prodding.  Memories rushed back to her and she screamed, "Stop!"
Both Jo and Tucker were startled.  He backed off saying, "I think it might be better if you examine her.  I'll send word to her Highness."
"No, don't do that!" Locke exclaimed.  They looked at her as if she had said the worse thing possible.  “I don't want her to know.  I'm fine, really."
She struggled to rise, but accomplished it.  Finding herself in men's bedclothes, she blushed.  Tucker quietly left the room.
"Sorry, your clothes were ruined and that was all we could find here," Jo apologized.
"It's alright," Locke replied.
"I'll bring you new ones tomorrow.  Please, rest today.  Tucker will take good care of you."
"Where am I?"
"The Nottingham Church."
With that, Jo gently pushed Locke back down on to the bed.  Locke did not resist; she did not think she could even if she wanted to.  Despite Jo being a friend, she was scared of being hurt.  Jo felt Locke trembling and her gaze softened.
"Rest, my friend," was the last thing Locke heard.


"NOOOOOOOOO!" she woke up screaming, anxiety clawing at her insides like undead fingers from a grave.
She remembered the feel of greasy hair and wet lips moving along her neck; of being held by large hands against a wall; the cold steel of the dagger against her throat; and the sound of her garments tearing as they were roughly removed from her person. Feeling like a necklace of shame, the welt on her neck was thick, red, and angry.
In the grey, early morning light, Locke dressed.  Work did not stop just because one had recurring nightmares.  Donning dark brown boots and matching mask, she strapped on her ash bow.  Smirking at the reflection in the mirror, she turned and left the room that had been her home for the last few months, a spring in her step.
It was time for a reckoning.
Locke's Nightmare
This piece came about when my professor for my writing workshop this Session tasked us with coming up with a short story based on something of our own experience.  A few weeks ago, OfOneSoul ran a Forum Micro-Fiction Contest based on Nightmares.  I semi based the 150 word story on some events in my life, so I emailed my professor, asking him if it was okay to expand on that, and he approved it.  The events from my own life that this takes inspiration from is rape, which I know is not everyone's cup of tea, but for me, it was a bit cathartic to write about.  (If anyone wants more information, you are more than welcome to PM me.)  I also drew inspiration from the legend/myth of Robin Hood.  Lastly, my friend suggested that I could even make it about two girls falling in love, though in this piece, it looks more one-sided since I tried to write it from Locke's POV.

You can find the original 150 word piece here: Forum Micro-fiction: Nightmares“NOOOOOOOOO!” she woke up screaming, anxiety clawing at her insides like undead fingers from a grave.
She remembered the feel of their greasy hair and wet lips moving along her neck; of being held by large hands against a wall; the cold steel of the dagger against her throat; and the sound of her garments tearing as they were roughly removed.  A thin red welt now flattered her neck like a necklace of shame.
In the grey early morning light, Locke dressed.  Work did not stop just because one had recurring nightmares.
Donning dark brown boots and matching mask, she strapped on her ash bow.  Smirking at the reflection in the mirror, she turned and left the room that had been her home for the last few months, a spring in her step.
It was time for a reckoning.
.  Though you can find it at the very end of this piece as well.  I did not change any part of it yet.

For critiques, I would like to know:

-Are the characters believable?
-Does it flow well?
-Did I accomplish making this piece seem like a prequel to the Robin Hood legend?

General critiques are good too!  :heart:

Update 12/19/2014: Updated the text with all the additions I've made over the last eight weeks of my class.  Tried to make things a bit more concise and to not have era problems.  Let me know what you all think!  ^_^  Scene changes are denoted by the double spaces, as per what my professor told me to do to make it seem more professional.  If you would prefer me to do this a different way, please let me know!

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Journal Entry: Thu Dec 18, 2014, 1:41 PM
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Blue Bloods
  • Reading: Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief
  • Watching: Blue Bloods
  • Playing: World of Warcraft
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: 7Up
So the awesome GrimFace242 challenged us to come up with a list of pieces that we feel deserve a DD.  My favorites are full of so many pieces that I think deserve one, but I'm only going to include a few here, in no particular order (and may include a few authors twice, but they are so good!).  Please feel free to take a look at them:

What the Water Gave MeI didn't cry when Tam Lin went away. I broke into the local pool after it closed and everyone was gone, and I read the books he left me, and I waited.
I wondered if he listened to the mixes I made him, if he practiced his diving. If anyone over there was trying to beat him up, the way they had when he moved here, before we were friends. But mostly, I wondered if Tam was waiting, too.
***
I'd hoped to see him when my parents moved us to America. I knew we were just one of many, an exodus away from Ireland after the economy collapsed, but we were moving to the same area, and Tam had sent his address when he arrived. He'd never answered my letters, but I thought I'd look anyway. Surely he'd have time for me if I came in person.
I knew I was being pathetic, but I didn't care. I wanted to see his face again. In my wallet I kept a photo of us together: I had folded and unfolded it so often that the paper had become like velvet when I pressed it to my cheek. Sad indeed.
After I got settled in
The Dead God's RevelationLucien scrubbed with harsh soap until his skin was red and stinging, then stepped under a jet of hot water. He’d been doing this forever, but it still made him grimace and squirm. After drying with a rough cotton towel, he pulled a clean white robe that smelled of magic and disinfectant over his head, placed a soft cloth cap over his short hair, and stepped into straw sandals that scratched his feet.
He placed his hand against the doorway to the patients’ area. Magic pushed against him like a strong wind; he relaxed into it, and the door slid open. Lucien took stock. At the moment he had only two subjects. The man was asleep, his skin flushed with fever and marked with red bumps that had not yet begun to flake and bleed.
Lucien turned to the girl. She was little more than a child. Blood leaked from the corners of her eyes and mouth; her breathing was shallow, barely audible. She did not stir when Lucien dabbed the blood off her skin, so lightly as to apply almost no pressur
CapturedMoonlight filtered in through the iron bars, filling the small stone cell with minimal amounts of light.  Crickets could be heard chirping; singing their nightly song in the field beyond the cellblock that was located along the west wall of the city of Thrace.  James Carding leaned against the left wall of his cell, one hand fingering the split lip he had received while trying to resist his captors.  He couldn't believe he'd been caught; Drake and Aislinn were never going to let him live this down.  Well, they wouldn't if he ever managed to escape.
He sighed and climbed to his feet, starting to pace his cell, trying to work out the kinks and stiffness from having been sitting for so long, and from having the crap kicked out of him when he wouldn't just "come along quietly" like the guards had demanded. He approached the bars and stuck his head out as far as it would go, trying to see down either end of the hall, looking for a guard or someone to
LostYour slouch says it all
and the way
you wear your hat
in your hands
like something condemned
or a color
you cannot remember.
Words
cannot chase you here
or follow
in the footsteps
of people
whose faces vanish
like purgatory
and pictures
torn from wallets.
Sounds
will not echo
or move
through your sleep
of tears
in blind comfort.
And no song
that bleeds your name
across the pillows
and leaves you falling
like dreams
that slipped through winter...
The Mimic's Mirror: Prologue
Set



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United States of America
24 February, 2141

   
    I spend a lifetime building an empire, and now you’re telling me it’s going to burn, and there’s not a god-damned thing I can do about it?” The short man with the out-of-fashion goatee and a Gallic nose snarled. “Worse! Hell if I’m not a selfish bastard bitching about my business when the whole damned planet is about to go up in flames.”
    “It’s only natural, Chairman Rocheforte,” the tall man fidgeted with his glasses as he continued.
    “Stop trying to cheer me up, Kettel,” he growled.
    The researcher gulped as he offered a tepid grin and continued,
A Witch Named Carmine-1Carmine absently wandered through the creature-infested wood.
Pixies and nymphs fluttered curiously around her head, while trolls hid in the safety of their hollow dens as she approached them. She knew this wood like the back of her hand, if anything were to attack her in here, then it was sent with a reason.
Soon Carmine stopped. The path she had been following had suddenly opened up to a grassy glen, leaving her feeling very exposed.
To her right there was a babbling river, now slightly frozen with the on coming winter. Birds of various varieties whistled and tweeted, invisible in the canopy of branches. Butterflies and dragonflies buzzed about the flowers, some poisonous, some edible, around her feet. Carmine cautiously stepped towards the river; tales of disappearances had surfaced to her village from this place, normally she would have avoided this area all together, but her frazzled mind hadn't been focused as to her destination.
Something evil resides here…She assume
Leaves Of DanceAutumn leaves
Of yellow.
Swirling air
In fall.
Twisting to
A beat of
Their own.
Dancing.

I twist the pen
In my hand.
Staring out
The window.
The leaves
Are falling again.
Winter is coming
Soon.
Dancing...
Ink starts to
Drop.
Images form
In my head.
Leaves grow
Hands and hair
A body
Petite.
Wind blowing
In their hair
Dancing alone
Each to a different beat.
Fallen
Connected
Together
By the fated
Fall.
Inspiration...
Sneaks up
On you.
It can be the
Smallest thing.
The smallest
Feather
The softest
Word.
Inspiration can give you
The feeling
Of everything...
Yet nothing.
The feeling of
Peace
With a spark
Light.
Accomplishment
So subtle
That you don't
Notice.
Beauty.
Tenshin Diaries chapter 1Name: Crystal
Name of the Diary: ???
Date: November 19
I found this diary together with some old photos, I dont really have anything else to do, so I guess I should write here sometime...
20 of November                     
I couldn't die so easily, I don't remember how many times I tried to kill myself but… it never worked… didn't really make any change at all… Several times I had internal bleedings, broken bones… a pain so strong that my screams could literally bring the dead back to life… but after a while… the injuries… they would just heal, my bleeding would stop and I could also hear the cracking of my bones reshaping themselves… I got used to the cold feeling of my veins when all the blood was spilled all over the floor… but… that never killed me…
24 of november
My life on the other hand… was insupportable in few wor
Memento Mori- Chapter 1A seemingly androgynous form sat in a darkened space. Emptiness surrounded her, giving her the essence of floating in the nothingness. Static danced about her, spilling itself over her thighs and crackling in her ears. She could hear it well, listening to its whirr and zip from moving around so rapidly. Its cackle was overbearing, yelling at her as she sat. Her stillness agitated it, giving it reason to spit at her quiet solace. However, she did not listen. She had learned to ignore the cries of static. The fickle electricity gave her no remorse, no regret. It was useless in her mind and she let that be shown. She showed no kindness to those she could not toy with. She needed emotions and such simple beings of nature didn't have such glorious properties.
She bent over, wrapping her arms tightly around her calves. The static grew madly, spreading itself along her back and playing amongst her chin-length black hair. It tickled her lips and pinched her cheeks.
She spun frontwards, releasi
Storms: A SequelThe lightning bolt:
Flash!
Beat Of the Drums - Part OnePounding drums. They reverberated throughout the entire forest. The thick scent of tart sap and sweet honey was too powerful, swamping her, dulling her senses and made her limbs feel more heavy than she could bear to handle.
She didn't understand why she felt she should flee. War drums were a familiar sound to her, something she understood completely. She was one of the Tree-Leapers, who pinned off the enemy clan members with their bows. She wasn't great, but she was useful.
Now that she knew her primary target, though, all she could do was flee. Which would leave her alone, without food or companion and most likely a terrible headache to go with it all. She'd never be accepted back as a deserter, but she couldn't just kill her friend who felt like a sister.
She stopped running. She didn't know why the power of the scents was overtaking her now. But they were.
Just great. All of my honourable life I've gotten by as one of the Tree Leapers. Now I'm a deserter, and my clan will
Juusan: Destined Arrival
Juusan: Destined Arrival
     The sun smiles upon the land, granting its gift of luminescence to the foothills of Fuji-yami Wild flora, fields upon fields of it, greet the travelers with its lush, leafy radiance, and the local fauna bask in what appears to be nature's day off. A cool breeze blows in from the mountain, making the sun's mild overbearance somewhat more tolerable. Today should be a good day, yes, but their reason for coming to this place keeps it from being so.
     Absentmindedly, Kazuya wanders ahead on his own, leaving the rest of the group not too far behind. He cannot seem to shake off this dark feeling pervading his thoughts and his very being, despite the calm, relaxed surroundings. He wonders if this vista presented before him is nothing more than a farce, created by his own mind, just to cope with these dark times. He even questions the very reason they came to Fuji-yama.
     How


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