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The Dove and the Crow 1I could hear his distinctive footsteps ascend up the staircase. I hid in the safety of my bedroom wardrobe, praying he wouldnt find me. Each creak grew louder. His footsteps getting closer. The tiny chink of light issuing from the gap between the doors, now blocked by a tall, towering figure. My body numbed, my mouth dried, the cold sweat trickled down my frozen cheek, the shivers shook down my spine. He found me.
RYAN! Why havent you done the dishes yet? he shrieked. His iron grip pierced the skin on my scrawny arm as I was thrown out of the wardrobe, smacking hard against the concrete wall. His hand of steel swiftly struck me silently across the face, the pain unbearable. Cheek stinging violently, blood flooding my mouth; I collapsed onto the grey, dusty carpet, shaking the houses foundations. The image of his furious, red face consumed my mind before I fell into the black abyss of darkness. Oh Father
Adrift - draak-shadowThe sun struggled to make its way up the cloudy sky, trying to light the desolated outskirts of the snow-covered city. Its light filtered through the wooden rafters of the ceiling of the old train station, long abandoned. The building just stood there in the middle of nowhere, ruinous, its dirty greyish walls reflecting the cold light. But, despite its dead external appearance, it was full of life inside if it deserved being called life.
A bunch of kids of all ages slept there, hidden under pieces of ripped cardboard or newspapers, lying among rubbish and rusty railways. As sunlight reached their faces, they stirred, and most of them woke up. Some just closed their sleepy eyes again and turned their faces to go on sleeping, but Sergei didnt. The twelve year old boy put aside the cardboard he used as a blanket and stood up, staggering. He sank his filthy hands in a drum full of icy water and rubbed his light blue eyes. The water left dirty marks on his face as it
WWC 10 - ItamiAssassian"None of them love you, you know." Smiling, he tucked the large hardcover volume back into it's proper place on the shelf. "They'd all rather you died... It would be so much more simple, really."
Turning into his pillow, the young man scrunched his eyes shut and tried to block out the calm, soothing voice spewing the cruel words. Biting his lip and deciding to stay silent, he continued to lay on his bed, tensing up when he felt a new pressure no the mattress as the older man sat down.
"Go away..." Pressing his face harder into the pillow, his words were heavily muffled, but could still be made out. It was true, his treatment had been given and he was now to be left alone until dinner, he just needed to take his medication, which was on his night-stand with a glass of water. His request for the other man to go away was a just one.
"Go away? But my dear master Goane, I am your doctor. I am being paid by your family to take care of you, until you get better. Or, of course, unti
Grammar Workshop--ThePrettySinHere are some helpful hints to improve the grammar, and thus the flow, of your writing.
Its-Contraction of it is or it has
Example: Its Tuesday today.
Its-Possessive adjective/pronoun of it
Example: The beast roared angrily. Its claws glinted in the moonlight as it stepped closer.
Your-The possessive form of you
Example: Is that your bag?
Youre-Contraction of you are or you were
Example: Youre going to the ballgame, right?
Use of Semicolons
Used between similar ideas in place of coordi
Winter Garden -- ThePrettySinThe night was cold and somber, the moon shining brightly on the snow that had fallen in the previous day. The ground was covered in a pure blanket, save for the quick footprints that began to mar it,
"I am so late!" Jonathan muttered, the crunching of his steps nearly drowning his words, "Lara is going to kill me!"
He had no sooner spoken the words when he finally entered his destination: a garden of unpassing beauty. Though there was no blooms on the ground and no leaves on the barren trees, it was a wintry dream come true. In the center of it all was an angel with ebon hair and pale, fair skin, sitting quietly on a bench. She raised her head to him as he walked towards her, a warm smile gracing her face, though her gray eyes remained untouched.
"Lara! I am so sor-"
She cut him off with a raised hand, the warm smile just intensifying like the sun in spring. "I know. Your work keeps you occupied. I understand, my love."
Jonathan shifted, taken aback by her quiet demeanor. In the past,
My Boyfriend, The Vampire Pt 1When Damien asked me out at the start of the school year, I was ecstatic. I men, who wouldnt be, with those eyes, so blue you could swim in them and that deep, soothing voice that you couldnt help but trust? Plus, he was the schools star running back. He was a sharp contrast to his brother, Blain, whose eyes were hard and cold, his body pale, and his scowl dismissive.
Amazingly, we stayed together all the way until homecoming in October. The day after they announced the date and theme (A Night on Mount Olympus, in case you were wondering), Damien pulled me into an empty classroom during lunch.
Victoria, he said. I want to ask you to homecoming, but, he paused, looking nervous, theres-something-I-need-to-tell-you-first. It came out in a r
WWC 9 - CaptainQuirkJenna swatted away another mosquito and shuddered. The sticky August haze enveloped her and her friends, but she was the only one who seemed to be bothered by it.
Of all the weekends in the year, we choose the nastiest one to go camping, she lamented.
Phil, who was leading the four deep into the forest, reminded her that shed agreed to come.
Besides, Marty said jokingly, what would you do in the city with all of us gone? Go over your stamp collection?
Jenna shrugged. There were a million things shed rather be doing, and they all involved air conditioning.
I think this is the place, Dani announced. Phil shook his head. He marched on, stopping just several paces later. He set his pack down and gestured grandly at the surroundings.
This! He declared. This is our spot! He posed there for a moment,
WWC 9 - ItamiAssassian"Let's go do something."
Holding hands, the two children walked away from the adults, who were having light coversation over strong wine. It was the second time that the girl had visited, and it made the boy very happy. Usually it was quiet and lonely, but now it wasn't.
In fact, it was better than not quiet and not lonely. It was fun. Life was a lot more fun when she was around, 'cause when she wasn't it wasn't. Did that make sense? He guessed it did, but it didn't matter too much 'cause he didn't need to explain it out loud anyway.
She did all the talking for him, so he was sure that she understood how much he enjoyed her company. But this is only the second time she's ever come over so I suppose that any assumptions are rather unfair and should be kept aside until I have more to work with. As she pulled him down the familiar hall he nodded to himself.
This is so much fun! She though to herself, pulling her friend, who wasn't her 'new' friend anymore because this was the second
WWC 9 - dreamtidesErik stood in the shadows, as much as he was able to in the blaze of neon signs, anonymous, face hidden under the deep hood of his sweatshirt, eyes covered by dark glasses. He scanned the crowd, body wired tight as he searched for that familiar shock of pink hair. He shifted, uncomfortable with the gnawing need that was rippling down his spine, making it harder and harder to concentrate, his body trembling on the verge of loosing control.
Sinking his teeth in his cheek, Erik let the sharp tang of blood center him, pull his awareness back to finding her. His eyes darted anxiously around the busy food court as he looked for her, making sure that he hadnt missed her in his momentary lapse of control.
No, he assured himself. He wouldnt have done that. He had been waiting so long, had held back so much. She would be here.
They had a date to keep, after all, him and Siobhan.
Siobhan, he whispered her name, drawing out the word, breathing it softly to himself as his ey
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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