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The GriffinThe Griffin by shadows260
There aren't many things I can say I enjoy in life. Makes sense really, considering I profit from death, but besides that I've never been the 'liking' kind. I'm picky about my food, picky about my friends, and I'm sure as hell picky about my marks.
But I'm never picky about the drink.
"Another," I told the barman, rapping my knuckles against the counter's stained wooden surface to catch his attention. He must have been expecting it, because a moment later a chipped clay tankard frothing at the brim came sliding towards me, stopping precisely in front of my crossed arms.
He was pretty good.
Picking it up I drank my beer slowly, scanning the surrounding room with feigned boredom. It was a habit I'd picked up after years on the road, and it was a damned useful one. He was around six and a half feet tall, judging by how his feet stretched out below the table he shared with two other me
The Sinners' SaintThe Sinners' Saint by Triple-A-XD-XP
Zoeiz took a subtle relaxed deep breathe. And held it just for a moment.
Christ, by highest heaven adored
The cold blistering air nipped at her exposed cheeks and the tip of her petite nose. A perfect atmosphere for the winters most important day, Christmas.
It was only 7:55 in the morning. Children throughout the modest town would be up by now, pouncing on their drowsy parents, eagerly anticipating on opening the wrapped gifts and stuffed bags.
She breathed out, the vaporous air revealing her breath.
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Naturally, fresh flakes of snow began to fall from the cloudy heavens. Her emotionless steel-blue eyes, hidden by dim ashen shades, observed the sky curiously. She paid attention to a diminutive flake as it fluttered, gliding wi
Beauty Sleep"Avast ye foul lizard! Crawl out from that hidey-hole on your belly so I may stain my blade with your impure blood!"Beauty Sleep by tox2wallz
He stood outside the dragon's den, a gallant figure clad from head to toe in gleaming metal. Shield and sword were poised, and the crimson plume adorning his helmet flapped in the sputtering breeze.
"You may have terrorized many a kingdom and slaughtered many a valiant knight, but not I! For I come bearing my family's ancestral sword, a bright woe-bringer to all the creatures of darkness which hide in their fetid pits! Enjoy your next breaths, dragon, for they shall be your last."
Deep down in the depths of the dragon's den, a pair of bleary eyes cracked open.
Oh please not ANOTHER one.
The Dragon yawned and stretched on its hoard; a wretched fuzzy taste had settled into his mouth overnight, and a dreadful scratch lingered in the back of his throat. An inordinate amount of gagging and hacking ensued as a modest glob of mucus was expelled from his lungs. That was d
The NecklaceShe knocks on the door, quiet as a mouse, as always. She's on her way to some party in town, her black hair flowing across her shoulders; red dress flowing across her body.The Necklace by monstroooo
She needs help with her necklace a simple black cord with some trinket hanging from it. A simple request, with so much emotion hanging from it. It's funny just how well I remember the cord: the slightly coarse, woven texture and the dark colour, hinting to green in the right light; but the trinket goes almost entirely unnoticed. She's tied the cord a little tight; it's knotted, she needs help untying it.
I fumble with the cord, wondering if she can hear my heart pound; feel my stomach tremble. She stares straight ahead, statuesque, as I move close, really close, and bring my hands to her throat. Her perfume fills my nose, sweet and sharp and fresh. I wonder if I'll faint, if my knees will buckle, if my nerve will hold.
My fingers feel the cord tentatively, sizing up the knot. It twists between my thumb and fo
Just Beyond the Bars. . . Pro.Just Beyond the Bars. . .Just Beyond the Bars. . . Pro. by ShadowRavenAMZ
"D***it," Raeqel Dennison huffed in agitation. Entering his study in search of an important letter, he was displeased to find the golden cage that had once held his prized lark was now empty, the tiny door wide open. "Terrence?" he called exasperatedly for the butler, "I need your assistance!" Raeqel was far too preoccupied by the search for his missing bird to notice the figure ghosting silently past in the hallway.
The slender young man was practically sprinting on his path to the backdoor, blowing aside chocolate bangs that obscured his vision. His heart was pounding not only from the brisk pace, but from his guilty conscience as well. Coming to the closed double doors before him, his sky blue eyes scanned nervously to assure that no one had yet spotted his peculiar actions. He glanced apprehensively at his closed hands before reaching out with an elbow to push the handle. He was startled out of his wits when the door was
Les hommes sont des facteursPlease don't cry,Les hommes sont des facteurs by Filiuk
It only makes me laugh.
Your sudden display of weakness
Is comedy to my eyes;
Your tears and stifled sobbing
A tickle to my cheek.
So spare me then your whining:
Another man will come,
To take away your sorrow
And make my crime undone.
A while he will remain
And then he'll leave again.
To fatt'ning bowls of chocolate
And wrinkling baths to roam,
We men deliver women
And stroll on to another home.
Moving Lovethe wind took my breathMoving Love by saykha
the day your eyes burned with love
then I felt again
PhraseWe were out of options. Our luck had run out when I fell and ruined my ankle. Remy tried to keep me going but I slowed us down enough that they caught us with some smokes and surrounded us. I counted thirty-two of them in the circle, slowly closing in on us. Thirty-two of them against the two of us--hopeless odds. Alone, Remy could escape, but I didn't have a chance of surviving now.Phrase by SnoringFrog
"Looks like th'end of our road, Ash. Was a good run--"
"Why don't you go, Rem? You can make it."
"Heh, no way, sugar. Come too far for that. I'm in for the end. Though I'll admit it ain't lookin' too bright 'bout now. Oh well, fun run at least, eh?"
"Why'd you do this?"
"The frak you mean?"
"Why did you come for me? You don't even care--"
"Bull an' you know it. Stow that--"
"But you can't even tell me you love me--"
"'Xactly, sweetheart. Can't. Ain't that I don't wanna, no matter what idea you got bouncin in that pretty little head o' yours. It's can't, not won't. Can't 'splain it either. Jus' how i
A Walk around the Writer's BlockIt's not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day I turned down a different road.
Oh, look it's a flower.It's not the street I usually go down, but for some reason that day I turn down a different road.