A new life ProlugeSonic and shadow were running through the forest. The two’s rivalry had become more aggressive with insults and fights breaking out. They were on the break of becoming Enemies. Shadow stopped spotting certain claw marks on the trees. She recognized them. Sonic had passed them and turned around and looked at Shadow. “Why did you stop you give up?” The blue blur sneered. “No, That.” Shadow replied pointing at the trees. “So a bear was here.” Sonic said walking up to Shadow. “Like a bear would have claws sharp enough and strong enough to cut that deep into a tree.” She stated. Sonic rolled his eyes. “Mhm right…” Sonic said and walked past the tree. Shadow growled and followed him. “If we’re going this way we have to stick together.’ She said and walked next to sonic keeping her ears perked for any signs of danger. Little did she know, they were being watched. Shadow stopped and looked around started
Clique part 1 "The year's almost over," I realize as I walk over to my three crazy friends, "that means new homerooms... new classmates. Oh my God I don't wanna be in a class with Jamarcus again!"
Seriously, that dude was irritating. Every time he scrunched up his face to make a silly expression; I wanted to slap the living daylights out of him.
The friend we call 'Toothpick' hopped over and put her hands on my shoulders; "We're not even close to the end of the school year, calm down."
"Take your hands off my shoulders or you won't have any them anymore," I warned my brunette friend with a low growl that was almost wolf-like.
She jumped back with a laugh. "You're not a wolf, Tundra." She told me with a smile, concealing the laughter that she wanted to include.
Hey, I'm close enough aren't I?
"Well they call me Dino," My short-haired friend said w
Excerpt from an old journalI think being alone was what I was essentially scared of, that ultimate feeling of desolateness and emptiness, and lack of "being" in another person's eyes. I had spent the years wandering alone across existence's path, had looked both life and death in the eye and never once shuddered or been consumed with joy at new beings swaddled up close to a mother's bosom or the ecstatic leap of a joyous lamb. Death to me was freedom to be gone from everything- it was only without mind, body or soul that you lacked humanity and ceased to exist. And yet, I longed to be held by something, other than a never ending horizon and a burning rat race of a sun.
I was what some would call callous and cold, a Snow Queen, when really it was nothing more than living in a void which was neither past, present or future. I did not look forwards or backwards or live in the moment- just the chasms of my headspace which held me prisoner when I most wanted escape, or propelled me into exotic realms of fantasy and s
Eye of the Beholder, Part 16Everyone who'd been arrested the previous day had been released on unconditional bail. Nobody had been charged with any offences and, contrary to media reports, no children had been removed from their homes. Police investigations were still continuing, but it seemed that the greatest threat we faced came from people themselves. There had already been a number of incidents, locally, some of them quite serious. Pippa reported that one house had even been set ablaze overnight, and two of our members had been viciously attacked on the street. Children were not safe either, apparently. Some of the younger ones had been left in tears after being shouted at or spat upon by strangers. It was an irony surely lost on the perpetrators themselves, whose ire was presumably sparked by the alleged abuse of children in the first place. But then, we weren't exactly dealing with conscious human beings. Society now lay exposed to me as nothing more than a complex performance of automata, controlled and m
Absence: Chapter 5
Chapter 6 : Colors (White and Blue)
The world was either spinning on its axis or I was. My vision swims as I fight to open my eyes. They’re heavy along with the rest of my body, arms dead weight and legs limp. My entirety is burdened. Blindly I toss the weight from my legs. A blanket. Heavier than normal. No. I'm just weaker. Whatever that man gave me has left me winded and wound down. My head is screaming in agony, begging for me to stay still. I will not. I have to—
"Well what do you want me to do, Marley?"
"Why can't you just..." The voice fades as footsteps wander away.
Voices outside the door. Outside this room. The walls here, I notice, are not white. I've never seen such walls, such color. Not like this and certainly never this close. Mesmerized I stumble over to a patch of wall. The pain in my mind has died to a dull thrum, but my fingers ache with longing. To touch. My footsteps are heavy, wavering, but the wall holds enough of my weight for me to stand. Suc
Caged -=- Chapter 3The tall blond man lay back on piles of maroon pillows that were stacked in a corner surrounded by bookshelves. His thin pale artist’s fingers wound between two long ropes of brown hair that he must have given himself. Slowly with the delicacy of a carver he threaded a silky piece of white ribbon through the strands of hair. Completely absorbed into his activity he didn’t notice a tall black figure cut into the room. Raven stood by a tall shelf of books, intensely reading the old spines of the books. Annoyed he turned to the relaxing man and spoke, his voice echoing into the silence of the room, “Lyre, do you know where Jehova’s grimoire is?”
The man, Lyre, snapped out of his dream, “Ah Raven darling! How are you this fine evening?” He stood up with elegant grace and walked over to Raven, “But nay, I have not yet seen it… though my eyes have caught another gem.” He seductively said as he stood behind Raven, wrapping arms aroun
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