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[Prologue] Porcelain and Obscurity...Prologue
Heart pulse lowered by the minute of the upcoming hours, it seemed endless. A glaze fixed over her eyes, tears cascading slowly down her cheeks. Her breath was slowly dying, not releasing from her lungs. Life was almost over. She looked at the heavens above her, wondering if she would be up there before tomorrow.
‘I don’t want to die… not now.’ She thought in her mind.
Coughing erupted from her throat, specks of dark red liquid drifted in the air for a few seconds before reaching its end point.
Everything ached from her body, it shook her roughly.
’Why now? Will everything I love be gone as well?’ She fought back tears again; she couldn’t handle another teary moment no matter how much she yearned for it. It would quicken her leaving, her death?
How was it? Those last, aching moments alive.
.:SONIC: Corrupted Crisis:. Chapter TwoChapter Two
Sunlight clung to the Earth's horizon as afternoon said farewell to the Lands, and gave in to the evening. Sonic watched it fade from existence; the last of its shining traces warming his quills. He stifled a deep sigh. This day wasn’t a very normal day for anyone at all. Too many things have happened in these past couple of hours, and it won’t stop right there.
“If we were sent here to alleviate misery, why does it still manage to strike us in some worse case scenarios?” Sonic whispered to the atmosphere. He closed his eyes, visualizing a place with no sentiments. It triggered a chill down his spine; he didn’t want a world like that.
‘A terrible nightmare that would be… So much… Miser-'
“Sonic!!” a voice vacillated in the midst.
He snapped back from his state of trance. He turned around to find a cheery, young fox trekking towards him. His shadow elongating as he ran, his aquamarine ti
.:Entry:. Unstopped EmotionPetals from assorted flowers glided alongside the drift of the fall breeze. They represented the many attempts people sought to express their love for one another. But their emotions close them inside, thus never letting them do anything so freely
A child sat on the grassland surrounding him. Bright hues of reds, greens, maples, and yellows scattered the ground. Fall was in the air. He held a little daffodil in his grasp. It was for someone he always wanted to ask something; unfortunately his feelings weren't that way. He sighed with worry. As if now he'd never get the chance to tell her how he felt.
He would probably never open up to tell her
She would probably find others before him
"If only things were that easy." He whispered to the daisies that accompanied him, "I could show Yareli how I felt towards her." He took a long glance at the blossom he held close to his heart. He began to imagine Yareli's smile as the daffodil, her presence reflecti
There’s a vacant house at the end of my block. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for almost a year, but I never really paid any attention to it. Like any vacant house in a neighborhood with kids, it has its stories; most kids say it's haunted, surprise surprise. All the kids at school are too cowardly to do anything but tell “spooky” stories about it, ha, wimps. Not me, I’m going to do something about it. Today, I’m going to explore it.
I’m on my front steps now, wielding only a small flashlight. Don’t need a camera, not like I’m going to see anything interesting. I told my mom I'm going to go play with some kids from school. Then, finally, get off the steps and down onto the sidewalk.
The vacant house is only half a bl
The Haunted Mansion: Dracula WG - CH.3Chapter 3
It was the second night in the Hellsing Manor. There was a small coming room situated next to the dining room. Dracula retired in that room, and it had a cozy redwood coffin for his convenience. But the vampire had to struggle to fit in the casket because his bulging gut was almost too large to fit. He finally managed to squeeze in and went to sleep.
The vampire woke up around midnight. He stumbled out of the casket and exited the door. Something caught his eyes. On the floor, a plate of warm muffins next to his feet. Dracula wasted no time at munching on the muffins. A wonderful smell wafted in the hallway and it found a way to his nose, signaling breakfast time.
Dracula stepped into the dining room with the familiar site of bountiful food on the table. Almost every dish was present: scrambled eggs, hickory smoked bacon, buttered toast, pancakes & waffles flavored buttermilk, chocolate, blueberry, and banana. More on the list was omelets, smoked sausages, French toast, a
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (4)
Palladon, Alex and Vitaly met with Hubert on the docks of New York Bay. They were standing before a large fishing yacht bearing the name, “S.S. Yabba.” A young, pot-bellied lion with a dark brown mane stepped out from the cabin area.
“Ahoy, mates! Captain Furry at your services!” the young lion replied as he leapt onto the peer.
“Cap, I’d like you to meet…” Hubert said.
“Alex the Lion!” Captain Furry interrupted. “The King of New York City in person.”
“The one and only,” Alex replied conceitedly.
“This is truly an honor!” Captain then turned to face Vitaly and Palladon. “And who are these two?”
“I’m Vitaly and he is Palladon,” Vitaly replied.
“New comers to the zoo, I’ll bet.”
“We don’t live in a zoo!”
“You don’t? So what have you been doing these days, Alex?”
Fantasy Films Adventures - Red Waters (5)
The afternoon quickly turned into evening as the sun vanished over the horizon. Captain Furry, Palladon, Alex and Vitaly dived head first into the ocean. They were now cloaked in wet suits and wearing scuba tanks and masks. Vitaly carried an ax in his paws while Alex and Palladon wielded spears loaded with shark poison. Captain Furry had he left paw gripped to a curved pirate sword and a loaded harpoon launcher in his right paw.
Below the surface of the water, it was incredibly murky. If not for the small headlights attacked to their masks, the group would not be able to see anything beyond their noses.
“I’m getting a bad feeling,” said Palladon.
“Keep your wits about you, Pally,” Cap replied. “That monster could come out of anywhere.”
“That exactly what I’m worried about.”
“Hey, I think I see something,” said Alex as he swam toward a large object.
“You found the shark, co
The Bloody End Chapter 15Escort
I blink out of my daydream by a loud, high pitched voice. I smile as politely as I can to the bouncy blonde in front of me.
"Sorry, Catherine. Just bored."
"You look like you could use some cheering up, babe. I know! Lets go for a drink after work!"
"Hm...I don't know, Cath. The Doctors told me to try and get some rest since my little episode."
"Oh come on that was ages ago!"
"It was 3 days ago."
"Still! You feel and look fine now! You're in need of a good night out! Drinks on me!"
"Alright, alright! Fine. Just a couple."
She wouldn't stop nagging, I know she wouldn't if I had said no. And she'd have whined and moaned about it the next day. Ah what the Hell? A few drinks won't hurt. Maybe she's right. Maybe I do need to just lighten up. Maybe the stress of thinking this friend has died, this one has died is all getting a head of me. If Jeff had intentions of killing any of them, especially Gary, he'd have done so by now. But Gary is
Panic Rising: Ch 1It had been about 2 hours since she had gone into hiding. The air sang with shrieks of terror and pain. She covered her ears and cried silently, hoping not to attract attention. "K-Keep it together, Jayden..." She whispered to herself, pushing a few strands of dark orange hair from her face.
She hadn't suspected something like this would happen. Jayden had only wanted to go on a walk, like she normally did during the week. It was the usual routine. Get home from a tiring day at school, drop her backpack on the couch, and head out the door for a stroll to relax. Not 15 minutes after she'd started, a single air-slicing scream rang out. Jayden had turned towards the noise, only to see a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, collapse as blood gushed from her throat. Standing above her was another person. It seemed they had, for some reason, bitten out this poor lady's jugular. She gasped for air on the ground, choking out whimpers and whines. Before she had even shut her eyes for good,
Hell...o...Hello~ part 9Hello~
It's nice day today, huh~?
Hahaha, I know NOW is day.
I feel it~
Here still is very dark, but I'm not alone. I was so stupid that I didn't noticed them earlier. They telling me I will die.
they all abandoned me. My master dont want me anymore? My brother dont want see again! They all hate me, WHY~!?
hahaha, I did something wrong?
Whhhyyy you dont love me master? You told me I'm your favourite... PET!
Dont touch me! Dont, dont, LEAVE ME alone, LEAVE ME ALONE!!! AHHHHHHHH! NO! I WILL BE QUIET, I WILL, PLEASE NO! OWWW, IT HURTS! Owwww... owww.. o-oww... please... please, dont beat me.... I'm sorry... please stop...ow... no more....
Panic Rising: Ch 2One figure stepped inside the room. A boy about Jayden's age, and just a few years older than Lana. His face was painted with pale white makeup, marked with two black stripes under his eyes. He was very... Colorful. Or just blue, they supposed. Everything about him was either blue or white. His hair was a lively sky blue, while his hat and the poms on his shirt were a darker, marine blue. His eyes gleamed black. "Who are you?" Jayden asked, gripping the glass in her hand. The boy bowed and held out a white-gloved hand. "Hello there, misses! My name is Crazy the Clown!" He said with a seemingly friendly grin. "That explains the makeup, then..." Lana sighed, leaning back against the wall. "How did you find this place?" she asked Crazy. He shrugged. "Well, I was getting ready to perform in the carnival show this afternoon, but the crew got attacked by what I would call zombies. I high-tailed it out of there and looked for a shelter, which just so happened to be inhabited by you two!" His
HetaOni: Time Marches On - CH. 18 China..."This is it," China said stepping into the large room that lay beyond the wall. The room had the same flooring and walls as the last one, but also contained a long table and fireplace. The fireplace was centered on the wall to the right of the door. The table: in the center of the room.
The table was long extending the room, but other than that there wasn't much to the room. "Well let's take a look around, see if we can't find something useful," Canada suggested as he started to walk around the rather empty room.
China and Russia looked as well, although it seemed pretty fruitless a search, as the room was so empty. "But there must be something," Canada thought, "A crack in the wallpaper? A hidden door? Something." He walked over to the empty fireplace. Its gold embossed frame looked old and worn. Although even so it still had no dust or signs antiquity that this place so lacked.
Among the ashes a glint of metal caught his eye. Of course it was strange that it caught his eye at all sin
.:SONIC:. Corrupted Crisis [Prologue]Sonic: Corrupted Crisis
It was a never-ending nightmare, grasping itself around bodies, and causing traumatic fear to everyone it encountered...
It was a contagious virus. You just wanted it to end your dear lifespan before it even affected your immune system, after witnessing it contaminating a previous victim, that’s all that raced your mind.
Those trembling scream as an innocent soul is devoured by a Heartless version of oneself. Gone with in an instant, they felt light would never shine on them nevermore. A different form goes into control for you, and moves on to another prey. They’ll ask you for trust, and then go in for the kill when they see you’re actually a gullible piece of crap lingering on the Earth. That’s their cycle, if you want to call it that way…
What can you do? All that Agony!! Crushing you until your veins explode and bones crack from the gripping pressure. Those terrifying scenes and blood cascading from defeated fri
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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