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Djinn's Artifice: Chapter 34 by *JMToledo

As the blood falls (chapter two) by ~hippyJess

Last Night's Fake Blood

Shizuo brought a hand to his mouth to conceal an involuntary yawn. His employer Tom had asked if he received enough sleep last night, commenting that he appeared somnolent, but Shizuo brushed him off, muttering, “I’m fine,” before proceeding to open his mouth wide with another deep inhalation.

Silently following behind Tom, Shizuo observed the activity of the residents in Ikebukuro, noting that few people walked the streets alone anymore. It simply wasn’t safe to with regular kidnappings, infamous gangs, and occasional deaths. The reputation here was growing and not positively. He somehow had a feeling Izaya was behinLast Night's Fake Blood by ~LovablePunk

Dark thoughts in a brightly lit pubSweat, heat, drums, too much noise, too much people…
I’m not myself anymore; I haven’t been myself for ages now. Where’s she gone, I wonder?
The beer is in my hand and with every sip I slip, for the last time now. There’s no way I’ll ever get back up. I let the noises in my head and the poison in my veins, drag me away. I see her, but I don’t even bother to say her name. I quit! Alright? I quit! Drag me away now. Do what you always wanted. I’m too tired and she’s too dead anyway. The memories of her, cut deep. Oh! How the sweet pain drains the life, from this corpse I live in. The drunkerDark thoughts in a brightly lit pub by ~stepwisePT

The Gentrified End of Town On a day in rainy June, Mitch pulled up in front of his big home in a cul de sac on the gentrified part of town, stepped in the front door with a bag of groceries in one hand and a bottle of Appleton Estate in the other, and found his wife staring down at him from the kitchen with a .38 revolver. He stopped, and gently set the groceries next to the big pile of shoes, boots, and spring jackets lying by the door. Calmly he strode to the living room table and set down the bottle, a black barrel following him all the way.

Mitch was not a handsome man. Lanky, crooked, and ghostly in complexion, he was the sort of soulless shell one sees a lot oThe Gentrified End of Town by *SgtPossum

The Buyer, Chapter 1"On yer knees, me beauties...we gots a customer!"

The cold mud splattered as his knees hit the soggy dirt, soaking through his meagre wardrobe and freezing his already cool skin. Dark, slightly spiraled hair was plastered to the back of his neck, head bent against the offending night. He waited in line with the damned he was condemned with, and he waited.

It was hard to see through the curtains of rain that cascaded over the night-draped forest, but he heard them long before he could see them. Two sets of footsteps. Two someones approaching.

The shuffling gait, the uneven pace, was clearly that of his owner, the one who possessed all the mThe Buyer, Chapter 1 by *HeadmistressMercedes

The Crow SpeaksThe morning faded like the embers in cigarette ash and it became dark all too early. Strephon didn't smoke but if he had then the simile wouldn't have been any more real. He had seen it. He had even seen life fade from things that had never lived, the dynamic move to the static, the changing to the unchanging. There was life in night though, not even winter could hush the shallow breaths of a living town as they cast vapour from their lips that billowed and vanished in the harsh light of a street lamp. He could smell cold and the boiling of new chip fat as it hung from the grease paper of a passing stranger. His finger touched his collar and The Crow Speaks by ~Rephaim-GG

The story of Furball    The town was looking forward to a rough afternoon. Gray clouds swum rapidly across the sky while a cool breeze swept through the streets, intensely caressing tall trees. Blossoms danced confused in the wind as it ripped newly flourished bushes apart. The air, spiced by the fresh aroma of rain, felt thick and wet. A heavy spring storm was expected.
    Nicky sighed gently, as he gazed upon the unruly sky while leaning out of the window. Not a week has passed since he moved with his father to the quiet town. In the two storey family house almost all items and furniture found their place and the reconstructive works have almost been finished as well.
    Sudden dull noises lead his attention toward the ground where he noticed his father, Aiden. Holding a remote control the man stood with visible dissatisfaction on his face.
-Doesn't it work? – shouted Nicky, surprising him.
-It works alright The story of Furball by ~welcometomyfailatart

Raining EmotionsIt's thunder storming.
The loud booms echoes, or is it even thunder storming.
Maybe it’s a gunshot too loud, or a bomb thrown into a valley.
The sounds give off shivers, as I stare off to the distance. How did I even get here?
Before me lies emptiness. A wide soccer field that’s supposed to be filled with noises is abandoned. Whatever of life is left is covered in mist.
The cracking of lightning…my eyes keep searching for that strike of light. Anger runs through me, as I curl up into a ball more and more.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Crash.
In the distance, a baby starts crying. I can't help but to smile. Evil slipped into my soul Raining Emotions by ~BlackTealways

Repairing the shattered feeling.A little boat calmly swayed on the waters of the huge bay. The sky felt heavy and the dark clouds seemed to merge with the sea on the horizon. Around the bay, the mountains stood still, resisting the cold and howling at the light breeze that ran through their valleys.
Suddenly, breaking the dreamy and numbing feeling, a line of white light branched, bursting the dim lit skies. Then, the foreseeable thunder made itself heard, powerfully resonating. What a wondrous sound it made. It sounded like it wanted to repair the skies and scold the reckless lightning.
Now, the thunder has faded, the night as fallen and the boat, finally free of its mooriRepairing the shattered feeling. by ~stepwisePT

Dye - Chapter One
Sun City, Kansas - December 2, 2011 - 8:19 PM -
Rachael's POV -

Shouldn't they be done by now? Rachael thought boredly as she waited for her parents. The courthouse was freezing, and she'd left her coat in her mother's locked car. This has been going on for hours.

Relax, she told her inner voice. Everything will turn out to be okay. It always has.

However, her good mood dwindled when her mother came out with a look of defeat in her eyes.
"Your father really outdid himself this time," she murmured, kissing Rachael on the fore-head. "Winning will be a lot harder this time."
Her mother left, and she sighed in near defeat. If.....if we're already this close to losing, what if we don't-

Quit talking like that, her mental voice shot back fiercely. Whatever happened to never giving up?

We lost, she thought finally. If Mom isn't even confident, then how can we win? I....I can't, I <b>Dye - Chapter One by ~Angel--of--Mysteries

Djinn's Artifice: Chapter 33 by *JMToledo

Shine. Shimmer. Sheen.Make a wish, but make it quick.
                She doesn't like to be kept awaiting.
                                Silver bells,
                                                O pretty silver bells.
                                                 Shine. Shimmer. Sheen. by ~kiwi2191

Queen - Series 1: Star Formation - Act 2Act 2: Millionaire Waltz

Scene I: In the basement of the apartment building Freddie Bulsara lives in, a couple of days after the events of Act 1
Brian May tunes up his battered old guitar as Roger Taylor and Freddie Bulsara prepare for their first rehearsal as a band.
“So you mean to tell me,” says Roger to Freddie. “That you’ve not taken any singing lessons, like, ever?”
Freddie grins. “That’s right,” he replies.
Roger’s eyes widen. “Then how on earth were you able to sing so well, at the pub, the other day?” he asks.
Freddie shrugs. “It just comes naturally, I gueQueen - Series 1: Star Formation - Act 2 by ~PrincessOtaku778

Empty Windows: Chapter 1 I've always found that beginning stories is difficult. No matter where you start, there is always an ever-important before. So I think I will start at the very beginning. There was nothing. And then, out of the centre, something happened, and there was something. That something got bigger, and bigger, and the universe came into being, beautiful and terrible and amazing. That of course, is all theory, and who knows if it is the truth. It also, probably, is a little too far back for me. Eons back. So, it might be best for me to start a little closer to the here and now. Let's try a Wednesday afternoon. That might work.
I was walking. Jogging Empty Windows: Chapter 1 by ~FlickeringCandle

Lucid “Well, this is wrong,” Estella thought to herself as she sat up in the middle of a cobblestone road. She stood up abruptly and examined her surroundings. Everything looked as though it were out of a child’s storybook; stone buildings with window illuminated by candles, gothic streetlamps burning silently through the night and a crescent moon shaped like a smile above her head. The stars were there to, but they shone a dull, white color, as if the life had been sucked out of them. “Where am I?” Estella thought to herself, trying to remember how she could have ended up in this bizarre place. Nothing came to her. SLucid by ~TimtehGrey

The HallwayI'd love to say that I agreed to it because it was what my other half, Paul, wanted; but that isn't really the truth. In actuality, I did it for a hallway.

He had told me he wanted to get married in the church where his parents got married thirty six years previously and whilst I liked the sentiment I was unsure about the religious side of the ceremony. That and I'd never been to the church and wasn't sure I would like it. I needn't have worried. St. Matthias' main room was an inner room so the stained glass windows were lit from behind by huge pillar candles. Inside they had hanging lanterns full of more candles and it gave the stone room aThe Hallway by `KathrynODriscoll

You Got A Fast Car 'I look at you and smile because I'm fine'
- The Killers.

You got a fast car. We’re speeding down the motorway, leaving behind the road. Leaving behind our past. Escaping the confines of our old town. Any place is better. I look over at you, your eyes fixed on the road ahead. Your eyes, unblinking, filled with determination and ambition. Your hands are clenched tightly on the steering wheel, adamant that you can control our future just like you can control your car. The open windows let in a fresh breeze tYou Got A Fast Car by ~CupofCharlie

Thunder RollsToday was filled with sunshine and warmth as people where playing on the beach, with the warm sand between their toes. They were having so much fun; they didn't notice someone was watching them.
Electro: Why can't we have that kind of fun?
Isis: Because they have something we don't
Electro: What?
Isis: Money
Electro: O of course they do but that doesn't mean we can't do anything for fun, I mean the only fun thing we do together is killing criminals.
Isis crossed her arms and thought: Correction, you have fun doing it, I don't.
Electro: You mean to tell me that you don't have any fun seeing the light in their eyes fade away like a brThunder Rolls by ~homeboy8221

My Hero by ~Chala101

Wait what? Part 1“Wait, what?”

Of all the phrases that could have escaped his mouth, this was only thing he could have mustered in that short span of time.

“But I set my alarm for…”

“You slept right through it.” His mother answered him.

“AND YOU DIDN’T WAKE ME UP?!” He yelled, frantically shaking his hands.

“You wanted to wake up early on a Saturday?”

“No-freaking-duh! Why do you think I set an alarm?!”

Rushing out of his bed, he stumbled from his bed to his messy closet and quickly threw on a dark jacket over his pajama shirt along with his jeans and high-tops. His moWait what? Part 1 by ~Shocksauce98

Froth is another synonym for ScumYou know, it truly baffles me how people like you can keep carrying on with such scotch and guilt-free consciences.

You put on a dozen disguises a day and I watch you sway, prance, and masquerade with the hearts of all those who think they love the genuine you, and that's including myself, too. How can you not flinch for even a nanosecond at all your fallacious fidelity and flippant ways, even whilst staring me dead-straight in the eyes?

I've heard of souls evicting the corrupted bodies of their owners who have been far too fractured with lies, but you, what you are capable of goes beyond false laughter and cries. Something tells me you'vFroth is another synonym for Scum by =Sammur-amat

Seed Wrongly SowedI heard the tap water filling up my cup. I just watched it overflow.

The water tasted bitter, it overturned my bile; I vomited. I stopped and turned around. All I heard was silent and darkness. My pupils wandered and searched around the silhouette of the furniture for familiarity. But now they looked distanced with socks, pants and magazine piling around. Another taste brought my attention to the cup. This water no longer tastes sweet and boiled; it tasted like tap water and un-boiled.

I vomited once more on the dishes lying in the sink. This emptiness disguised me. Do I not have feelings? Am I a robot as said by others? I have just lost Seed Wrongly Sowed by ~kchikage

Rags To Riches 'I'm tired of being the victim of shame,
they're throwing me in a class with a bad name'
- Michael Jackson.
'You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
this opportunity comes once in a lifetime'
- Eminem.

Living in the ghettos of America, Simon was poor, hungry, unsuccessful and angry. He longed to sRags To Riches by ~CupofCharlie

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