WIP-Infinitely Yours "I'm so sorry I'm late!" Julia shouted as she practically busted through the door. Her chest was heaving up and down feverishly, and she attempted to brush back some of the small wet strands of hair that stuck to her face but she found that her fingers were numb and stiff due to the cold autumn rain. Not only was she dripping wet but her legs were throbbing from the determined jog that she had had to do to get there.
She took a breath, and looked around, immediately disappointed to find that her tutor was fast asleep. His full head of blonde hair was lying peacefully against his arms, while his black rimmed glasses w
Monsters Like Me**NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR**
This story contains themes depicting graphic violence, crime, and murder. Reader discretion is advised.
[Would Gabriel call himself an Angel of Death?]
They all scream. Even those with the blackest insides still feel pain. They all cry out.
[Or would he wonder if he was just a pitiless murderer?]
I should have been used to hearing it by then. But I still had to quiet him. Sever his windpipe so he couldn't scream at me anymore. I didn't want to hear it in my brain forever like the others.
[As Mama said, Angels have to obey God's Law the same way we do. Thou shalt not kill.
Mark of the Wolf, Chapter 1ÿþ It was a gloomy night, and all was still. There was a thick blanket of iron clouds over looking the land. A storm was slowly approaching. The two young children dreamt of what I can only hope to be pleasant things, and were blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. The girl to be named Ella kicked at her fuzzy pink blankets in discomfort as the first heavy drop of rain hit splashed her tawny locks. The rain began to pelt down mercilessly on the babe in her basket. She cried.
The babe now known as Eve merely opened her eyes, rubbed them and yawned. She clearly had a thicker skin. Another drop hit her on the nose, making he
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONE
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the vast Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains far off in the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the ancient woodland groves and the raging rapids of the River Owk that carved a path westward long ago.
The already freezing air sent a sudden chill blustering through Liapor
Last Scream His breathing was so rapid by this point that it was the only thing he could hear. He couldn't hear his footsteps racing against the stone, the creak of his lantern, nor the ever so growing scream of the beast.
It wasn't so long ago that he had been sitting on the bank side with his friend, chatting oh so carelessly about how life was rolling along. They laughed at old memories of childhood and began constantly murmuring about their great ambitions. The friend had just received management of an old bank outside of Edinburgh, and he himself had just proposed to dear Marjorie, the daughter of a wealthy merchant. "La vie est bell
Dreams: My First PoemHer small hands
wrapped around the bars so tighly
She stares out into the sky
stars shimmering so brightly
She dreams of life
of freedom and happiness
She dreams of hope
of a future and prosperity
Dreams of adventure
of other worlds and people
Dreams of him
her unnamed knight
She ignores the truth
Of the world and agony
She ignores her fingers
freezing to the metal
She ignores the fact her dreams are not reality
a naked infinity
of the soul
raging and bemoaned
a bound leatherette
the pure untamed wilderness of her
blood like wine
skin like cocaine
i love you
i made her
i embellished her
of her laughter
and wrings my organs
The Takers When a person is in the last few moments of their life they are greeted by a Taker. It is not known where the Takers are from or even what they are. All we really know is that when a person dies there is no light at the the end of a tunnel, there is simply a Taker.
The sun is scorching the earth. The weatherman said it was supposed to be over 100 degrees today, to stay inside, out of the sun. I don't really have a choice. Just another day in Bangkok for an orphan. I'm running as fast as my 15 year old body will go. At least the rooftops are relatively flat and the buildings are close enough to jump to. However
Ashes to Flames- Chapter 1: The MeetingFaint moonlight drifted gently across the high treetops, the cold wind rustling the dark evergreen leaves that bristled out like tiny needles along the branches. The nocturnal creatures who lingered in the gloom gave out fearsome cries as time went by, and some even went so far as to watch the point of soft luminescence float by in their almost lightless territory, waiting for the cover of darkness to return before continuing on with their prowling.
Ember Talonholme focused intently on the dark shadows of the forest. Her light spell faintly illuminated the ground, casting a soft yellow glow by her feet. Her dress swished gently with every sil
I am wandering aimlessly
through the crowds of strain,
It is my time again
to prove my worth - in shame
I crawl in the dust; fall in line
I follow without cause and
to a world of ignorance,
towards great decline
But I tire of these chains of similarity
Crush my shackles; come clarity
Come hope, come peace,
And help free us from this
endless cycle of melancholy
And I want to raise my
head in defiance;
Let loose thoughts of disdain
To pierce the veil of awareness
In our minds constrained...
'Cause I do believe in a world
Where we can be complete
With our flaws considered a feat
Laminodares - GenesisIn the Beginning
Eons ago, long before the Infinite Plains and the Realm of Man, a race, now known as the Sentients existed, a great race that began and evolved like us. They too were once as small and insignificant as we were but as the centuries passed, the Sentients evolved. Magnificent cities were raised from the bare ground, monuments erected to honour the past, the present and the unknown future, a civilisation so grand and vast in its reach that it contained planets from distant stars in its domain. The prosperity of these people was like no other, no one suffered, no one was cast out. All the citizens within its borders were treated
Javier and Arabella DRAFT"Wow. That was a great movie," Arabella said, she swung her legs off the bed. She combed through her hair with her fingers. It was messy but it wasn't tangled.
"It's my favorite," Javier replied. His brown eyes watched her as she pulled her boots on. "Are you going already?"
"I don't have to. I have a few briefs with me. But I really need to get some work done. Actually, yeah I'm going to head back."
"Yeah I'm going to my friend's now." Javier said nonchalantly. He picked his hat off the dresser turning it in his hands. Even though it was winter his hair was still short and bristly.
"The days are packed, right?" Arabella said dryly.
Taking CareWalking into the back kitchen of Celeria House from the cold streets of Beggar's End was like going from night to day in the space of a second. Dahlia followed her mother through the doorway, holding her bundle of potatoes and onions out of the way of the cooks who were bustling back and forth in the cramped space. The warmth was inviting, and even the tickle in the back of her head that reminded her of Duty's presence felt more welcoming than foreign. The last time she had been here as a Caretaker; this time, she was glad to be visiting as something more mundane.
Her mother set her own load down on the table and made room for Dahlia to d
The Wrong SideHe pulled the car door shut behind him and settled in for the long ride ahead of him. Swallowing the lump lodged in his throat, he asked, “Are you content now?”
“Yes.” The answer was curt but he didn’t care for as long as they kept their promise, no one could hurt Daniel. Nothing else mattered.
“We were just born on the wrong side,” Mathew hissed through his clenched teeth as he feigned indifference. He pretended he did not hurt as the man and woman they called his parents, silently sat in their seats with satisfaction. He held himself together with his arms and held back the tears that threatened t
Odyssea Nunquam Abstitit:Odyssea Nunquam Abstitit:
When the blue jacaranda mocked the sky
Sleep bound is she, the drowsy brilliance
below the whispering branch.
Her Caņo Cristales hair,
strewn amongst wild blue and green;
Though her eyes
Tell of time waiting,
When the wind was lonesome and
Slaughtering butterflies in its chill.
They turned, almost at once
Eyes gray, yet dancing with the frenzied
glory of cosmos.
Striking out at her wanderer, like a warm
Crash of wave.
She understood, "Your laurel leaves speak of death
but I still need you."
And he wept, "Your garland
Speaks of the flowers, streams
and the meadows which is our home."
I Spent This Year As A Ghost He's sitting on the cold floor, legs outstretched in front of him. Though his gaze is fixed on the fireplace, empty of everything but dust from long years of misuse, there is a distant look in his eyes. It's as if he can see far beyond the ice and snow and scattered patches of evergreen trees, into some long lost land that has a habit of fading in and out of his memory before he can recall too much about it."Did you ever think that maybe there's something more than this?" He knows she's standing behind him, her hands most likely clasped in worry in front of her, or bunched up in fistfuls of his jacket that she still held close."More than what?" She knows the answer, but asks anyway because it's times like these when he seems less like a king and more like a child, small and curious."This." He waves his pale hands around, motioning to the tall pillars and high ceilings bui
Storm of Monsters Chapter One
Chapter One - Lamia the Child Devourer
Blackened clouds rolled through the sky across the angry sea below, lightning cracking above every passing second, thunder rolling constantly, the wind blowing as hard as ever, bending and breaking trees that stood.
Inside the super storm giant figures walked among it.
Standing among me were eleven other demigods. Some of them facing the storm, ready for the death they would witness, others shaking with fear. Standing behind them was a army of several of their following sisters and brothers.
The Olympians had gone in hiding leaving their children to pick up the mess. How some of us despised them now. No longer looking up and praying, but taking matters in our own hands, something we would die in the progress of. This mess was just to big for us, but yet here we are ready to take it on anyways. The
Guardian - Prologue
“Mikael, it’s your time.” The slightly musical voice interrupted his peaceful, yet dreamless sleep.
“Just a little longer.” He mumbled, almost out of habit.
“It’s your time.” The voice repeated. “We have much to discuss before you start your mission.”
This time, Mikael opened his eyes, but snapped them shut straight away. He blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright white light that filled the space around him. “Where am I?” he asked.
“This, Mikael, is the afterlife… Well, more like limbo to be exact – you’re not quite at the afterlife yet.”
He looked at the woman who seemed to float in front of him. Her pale, flawless skin seemed to glow and glitter, transfixing his gaze. She wore nothing but a filmy, almost transparent robe and he could see the delicate pink of her nipples beneath it. Mikael could feel his dick stirrin
His Lost Soul I'm not afraid as I used to be when I open my eyes and only darkness is there to greet me. In the old days, I feared the blackness and the devil, who I know yearns for my soul. I have long since gotten used to the cold walls of the cell and the emptiness that planted itself in my heart long before I became what I am.
"What day is it?" I hear someone moan in the silence before I realize that I'm the one who opened my mouth. It's not like there's anyone down here to hear me.
Investigators, night guards and the occasional cop who just wants to be sure that we're still alive are the only people who are interested in the l
A Clash of QueensHatshepsut crunched onto the sand flooring the arena with her sandals. Trumpets blared and the spectators roared all around her from their terraced seating. The summer day's warmth may have glazed her dark brown skin with perspiration, but her flesh underneath chilled like a desert night. Her own Egyptian people mingled with Britons and Macedonians in the mottled audience, and they chanted her name the loudest. As their Pharaoh, a goddess as well as ruler, Hatshepsut could not fail them. Her dynasty’s future, and thus the future of all Egypt, lay at stake today. She tightened her damp hands’ grip on her spear. To Hatshepsut’s left a podium projected over the arena from the side terraces. Atop it sat Alexander of Macedon, whose bronze breastplate and smooth, golden face glowed from the sunlight. He curved his mouth into a smile while gazing down at Hatshepsut with his amber eyes. Her heart drummed. One only needed a single glance at Alexander to see why women all ove