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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
Slender - Urban Angel, Archer Part 8
Archer could feel it in Smiler’s grasp as she almost clung onto him, the sense of fear. It was a fear Archer knew of once himself. But he also knew there was no sense to try and stand up to Offender. Yet Archer had and idea and looked at Smiler, urging her to let go of him. As she reluctantly did Archer moved towards Offender with a somewhat relaxed posture and stopped at a fairly safe conversation distance.
If he can’t fight, he can try reasoning… at least.
“As far as I know about you Offender. Doesn’t she have to take your rose for you to… you know?” He drifted. Offender smirked and teleported right before Archer, causing Archer in instinctively step back a few times.
“Fuck her silly?~ Well she DID touch it, and that’s good enough for me.~” Offender pointed out cheerfully. Archer shot a frown back at Smiler who shrugged innocently with a sheepish look plastered on her face. She knew Archer was annoyed she didn’t
Alphonse (creepypasta story)
When I woke up I was in that little white room, it was completely empty It's been months or years or centuries I do not even know why I'm here. I wonder what there is behind the white room. I could not guess I do not remember anything. I have this hatred and this madness that torments my mind. I need an answer. Suddenly, I hear a small voice. It said:
-Alphonse! Answer me! Are you here?!
Who is Alphonse? Who is this person calling? I'm sick of all these questions I want out of here! I pushed and I struck the door and I'm screaming by the rage . Suddenly I hear noises that resemble me then the voice said
-Alphonse is that you?
Someone knocked on the door and the little voice yelled:
-Alphonse answer ! Me big brother!
I was going to talk but another much more serious voice interrupts me:
-What are you doing here kid? This is not a place for childrens!
-But Sir, I was talking to my brother Alphonse!
-Your big brother is not able to ans
In Harms Way: Chapter 1The light shone through when Troy opened the back of the truck nudging Clementine and Sarah back in with us. I yawned and laid my head back against the hard wall. This was so shitty. I groaned as Troy slammed the shutters back down again. The noise was hurting my head, I already had a bad headache. The truck started back up again and it was a really bumpy ride. We were all really silent, I guess we didn't know what today, until Kenny broke the silence.
"Alright come on, we gotta do something, anyone got anything sharp? Anyone?" He asked.
"Clem, Leah help me get these off, look for anything sharp!"
"And what good is that gonna do?" Rebecca glared at Kenny.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people? We gotta get out of here!"
"Kenny you have to keep a level head." Carlos warned him.
Whilst the group continued on to argue about how Carver was some sort of... psychopath I took a look around the small space, looking for something that could help. My eyes then caught a broken piece
Strive To Kill Chapter 2 The sun slowly rose above the trees of the dense forest in the cool November morning. Catherine was either awake first or last, but this morning she woke up quite early. She was up carving more arrows for her crossbow, the most effective weapon in their situation. The ammunition was usually reusable, it was an accurate weapon, and more importantly, it was quiet. Loud noises alert walkers immediately of your whereabouts. Catherine's hands started to cramp up after she made a third arrow so she left her supplies in her tent and left a note saying 'I'm going to scout out the area and take down any walkers near the camp.' On the outside of her tent. Taking nothing but a couple of long knives and a pistol with two extra clips, she left the camp.
K woke up almost immediately after Catherine left, he stretched and yawned and crawled out of his tent and was blinded by the morning Sun. Curious, he looked to Catherine's tent, the thirteen year old had left a note. He
In Harms Way: Chapter 2The woman opened a door and pushed me and Clementine inside. "Go on inside, Bonnie's waitin'."
"Oh thanks Tavia but I only need one helper, there aint much work to do here." Bonnie smiled.
"Well okay. Leah, you come with me." Tavia said.
I looked at Clementine and then back at the door and walked out. "Where am I going?" I asked.
"I'll take you on up to the green house, you're lucky you'll be getting a short break before you start working up there." Tavia said.
Tavia took me up to the roof top and told me to go inside of the green house and she left. I walked inside and took a look around, there was plants lines up on all the tables. It smelled nice and fresh. I could then hear soft whimpering from inside the room. I turned around to see Sarah on the floor, hugging her legs.
"Sarah..." I said as I walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her, "Are you okay?" I asked.
"My dad has never hit me before...." She said as she placed her hand on her cheek.
I had no idea what to say, I jus
VoidHow long does it take for the dreamer to realize that the dream can never be? My life spins in an endless void, going deeper downward into an unknown world. What can I do to stop this paradox that I’m force to dance with? There is nothing here to see, nothing here to hear, nothing here to grasp. Falling downward, when will it end? My mind is buzzing with insane tired thoughts, making me want to close my eyes and sleep by-and-by.
Wake me when this torment ends, wake me and tell me I’m still alive. The endless sleep is here, pulling into the ethereal void. Where is the light that is bound to those whose soul seeks to find escape? No one can hear me in this place, I can only beg for someone to save me. I know I’ve been here before, the place so endless and constant, tormenting the mind through this bottomless pit.
The fathomless agony that hounds those who venture through, oft lose their memories by casting them from their ingenious minds; discarding them aside for
The Bloody End Chapter 3Scarcely Breathing
Don't worry, its not that ironic. I'm not a new kid with a brother who's been sent to juvey for something I did, and are going to some young child's birthday party as a good samaritan when secretly I have thoughts and ideas to kill. However I did have the urge to wear a white hoodie with black trousers just for the fun of it, but my mum told me I had to wear something a bit more colourful since it was a bright summer's day and it was a BBQ. Anyway, it's my cousin Eric's 8th birthday so I don't really get a choice but to tag along. Not really my ideal way of spending my day off. I sit groaning about it in my pastel pink shirt and denim shorts in the car but mum just tells me to stop being so stupid. I just hope there's some alcohol on the scene because if I'm going to get through this day alive, I'm going to need it.
We pull up at my Auntie's house, we do the happy family smiling, "Happy Birthday, Eric, here's your gift. You're getting to be a big boy now" rout
The Haunting: Part 1"I thought maybe this would be something you'd enjoy looking into--it's not like there isn't some historical value to the place."
"I get that, Sabrina. What I'm wondering about is why all the mystery? You act like it's some big secret." I honestly didn't know what to expect when she came to me saying she had a 'big surprise' for me. Sabrina had an odd definition of the term 'big surprise'. Sometimes it meant a new phonograph for my birthday and sometimes it meant...well, this. Looking up at the building, what had been ominously labeled 'The Corbitt House', I could understand why the mystery. If I had seen a photo of the place before hand, I probably would have passed on the whole thing.
"Besides, it's atmospheric and I hear there's some old furniture left in here that you're free to take on top of the pay."
I noticed that she wasn't really moving from the spot either. None of us had since we approached the gate leading up the dilapidated old homestead. I looked back to Albert who hadn'
Strive To Kill Chapter 1 He was tall, muscular, and handsome. His dark brown hair was messy any time of the day. All of the girls swooned when he walked passed them, but he never felt comfortable with any girl that loved him only for his well put together face. He knew Catherine, the bravest of the group, the one willing to shoot just about anyone in the head if they were bit. "If they're bit, they're already dead..." she would say.
He liked that about her, she was kind of... emotionless at this point. He had seen her laugh, he had seen her yelling in anger, but yet had he seen her cry. In fact, no one in the group had seen her cry. Not since she had to kill her own parents when they were bit. Never had she seen a more horrific sight, and she never will. Nothing affected her anymore, she killed her best friend two weeks ago without hesitating to pull the trigger on the freshly turned walker. "It's not her anymore..." she said that right before pulling the trigger. After that, she sl
.: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
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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