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The Rotting Man (Part 5) An hour had passed since we had ran away from both Seth and the Rotting Man itself.The Rotting Man (Part 5) by weekendhunters
"Alaina?" I whispered slowly.
"Yeah?" she whispered back. "What's up?"
"Do you think we'll make out of it alive?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied grimly, "but I know I'm sick and tired of sitting here waiting for the sun to come up."
I rested my head on the door. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "I just want to book it, crawl into the bedsheets, and never come back. Hell, I'd even move away to get away from Seth. But Jamal...man, Jamal. I just met that guy. I could've done something, you know? It's just not fair."
"Stop beating up yourself," she said, as she sat back up. "No one...well, except for Seth, that piece of..." she growled between gnashed teeth, but as she was about to finish her sentence, we heard the door thump from behind us.
"Oh shit," I whispered, "stand up, we need to hold off this
The Rotting Man (Part 4) "Man, what's taking him so long?" I complained, looking up towards the stairwell we came from earlier.The Rotting Man (Part 4) by weekendhunters
"I don't know," Seth replied, looking at his watch. "Let's go upstairs and tell him to hurry up."
"Right," Alaina said, "let's go then."
But as soon as we stepped on the first steps on the stairwell, Alaina heard something that made her stop. "Hold up, guys," she whispered,
her hand blocking us from proceeding. "Hear that?"
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheh," a faint cackling voice came from upstairs, followed by a faint skittering noise, and we stood there, numb with shock and surprise, until the noise became inaudible.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "He's real."
"Did you guys hear that?" Seth spoke up, his face clearly excited by the turn of events. "I knew it! I knew the Rotting Man's real! Guys, this is so cool!"
"You idiot!" Alaina exclaimed. "If he's real, that means Jamal's in dan
RelianceA/N: Set between Chapter 34 One Smile Makes the Difference and Chapter 19 A Change in Fate.Reliance by ShiyaHawk
Nuisance (n) - a person, thing, or circumstance causing an annoyance; a person or situation that causes problems or is a bother.
Dependent (adj) - relying on someone or thing for aid and support; a person who relies on another for assistance.
Useless (adj) - of no use; not serving a purpose or any purpose; of no practical good.
That's what Shayera felt like as she sat on the couch in hers and John's apartment. She felt like a useless, overly dependent nuisance. Asking for help or assistance was something Shayera was never known for or very willing to do. It was a foreign concept to her Thanagarian culture. Even in her current condition she still felt the need to do things on her own. Even if such activities were next to impossible for her to accomplish on her own.
Shayera had quickly learned of the many disadvantages of being heavily pregnant. The worst being t
The Rotting Man (Part 3) "Hellooo?" Seth called out as he cracked the factory's doors open.The Rotting Man (Part 3) by weekendhunters
"Oh, good job, Seth," I groaned. "Alert that thing that we're around, will you? Just brilliant, bro. Just freakin' brilliant."
"Whatever, man," he said dismissively as he walked into the factory, flashing his torch light around. "I want him to know we mean business."
I rolled my eyes. "You mean you mean business, Seth. Let's all shout and run around and get the attention of a some monster, who, by the way, moves really fast, and should I remind you, is a cannibal?"
"Hey, come on now," Alaina said. "There's no need to fight, guys."
"She's right," Jamal agreed, trying not to look to anxious himself. "The sooner we stop arguing, the sooner we can get this over with, and go home and tell people about that it's all a myth."
"It's not a myth, you guys," Seth insisted, his face visibly irritated even in the pitch black darkness of
Unopened Letter To The WorldWhat has become of our lives today?Unopened Letter To The World by Dudette-36
Living in sin or running away,
We turn around to save our own sanity,
From the people we call our friends and family,
We cry, we laugh, we die, we dream,
And yet our dreams turn to nothing but a suffocated scream,
Our hopes are nothing more than a sarcastic laugh in our face,
That eventually crashes down and is left without a trace.
What is this emptiness that takes over our lives?
Filled with a pain that stabs you like a thousand knives,
We're never given the chance to speak,
Constantly reminded of how much we're weak,
We bind ourselves to promises that are hardly kept,
Not caring, not remembering the last time we wept,
Our lives turn bleak like the freezing cold,
With no one to offer a kind comforting word.
How can we live in a world full of hate?
Tripping and falling and taking the bait,
Our eyes are always brimmed with unshed tears,
Fighting them, willing them away throughout our growing years,
Hoping for the chance to prove who we are,
DNAnimal chapter 2Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 2 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 2: Locked up
I might look like a pet, Im not one.
Bastian, get up I need to get some clean clothes, Kimmy hissed as she gave the boy on the floor a few soft kicks. He merely turned around and thus received a harder kick which made him grunt.
Ow, whats with the kicking, Im trying to sleep, he muttered sleepily as he looked up. Kimmy sighed, kneeled down and pulled the boy with blanket away so she could get in the closet. Quickly she searched for clothes and got out of the closet again. Bastian picked the blanket up by his mouth and pulled it with him back into the closet. There he lay down again, although he was half out of the closet.
The girl heard her mother coming and pushed the boy further into the closet.
Oi, he complained, but Kimmy locked the door
DNAnimal Chapter 1Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal Chapter 1 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 1: A guy with wolf ears and tail
What started as a normal day, completely turned out to change my life forever.
The fifteen year old Kimmy sighed when she exit the supermarket. Looking up at the rain, she became a little depressed and hated it she didnt bring an umbrella with her. Luckily she didnt have to walk that far and it wasnt raining hard so the girl started walking. Her light brown hair was waving into her face because of the strong wind that was blowing in the same direction she walked.
As always she went through the little alley that would reduce the time of walking drastically. But today someone else was there as well and snatched something out of her shopping back.
Hey, give that back thief! the girl exclaimed when she saw someone running away with the bread. Holding her bag tightly she ran after the thief, who clearly hadnt been in that are
DNAnimal chapter 3Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 3 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 3: Busted?
Bastian sat up in as he heard the front door close. Did Kimmy leave already? The wolf boy stretched himself and opened the door. He saw Kimmy laying in bed, so it would be her mother who left.
"Kimmy. Kimmy!" the boy said as he tried to wake the girl up. But it was no use, so Bastian jumped on the bed and licked the girl's cheek. She pushed his face away, slowly opened her eyes and screamed as soon she saw the boy on her bed. This caused Bastian to get shocked and in this shocked moment he fell off the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Kimmy freaked as she rubbed her cheek, "Don't lick me like a dog, you moron!"
"I case you forgot, I'm a WOLF," Bastian snapped from the floor. He sat up and licked his wrist, "And because of you my wrist is now hurting."
"That's your own fault. You suddenly jumped on my bed and licked me!"
StelvioTornerò con un leone. Voglio impagliarlo e regalarlo a Bartali. (cit. Fausto Coppi)Stelvio by queenseptienna
Scendere lo Stelvio sarebbe stato una passeggiata, ma risalirlo era una lunga ed estenuante impresa che aveva decimato il gruppo, facendo da sé una preziosa cernita. Infatti erano molti quelli che non se l’erano sentita di affrontare la montagna, un po’ perché nessuno di loro era scalatore ed un po’ perché molti erano sfiancati dal tratto di strada in costante pendio affrontato in precedenza.
Bartali sorrideva a quel pensiero, fiero della propria preparazione atletica che gli permetteva, come al solito, di essere in testa. Il freddo pungente non lo turbava più di tanto, la sua mente non era concentrata sulle condizioni atmosferiche, bensì sul muovere le gambe come un mantice - una macchina - senza fermarsi mai, perché sapeva che altrimenti non sarebbe più ripartito.
Non si permetteva nemmeno il lusso di bere un sorso
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire by WordOfChen
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity by WordOfChen
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
La Fine dei SogniSimona ha lunghi capelli raccolti in due lunghe trecce, un vestito rosa, calze arcobaleno e un sorriso orfano di due denti.La Fine dei Sogni by Evil-Ataru
Simona corre velocissima: è imprendibile, irraggiungibile, quasi invisibile. Sfreccia su sottili fili d'erba verdissima, sotto un cielo azzurrissimo, con un sole giallissimo e bellissimo che ha disegnato proprio lei.
Sì: tutto da sola.
Si riposa, respira l'aria, affannata e felice, con un piccolo balzo all'indietro si lascia cadere tra fiori indefinibili, ma coloratissimi: viola, rossi, arancioni, blu e rossi.
Qualche nuvola le finisce negli occhi e tra i pensieri:
due persone che si baciano a bordo di un elicottero,
Corre. Si alza all'improvviso e via di nuovo, e forse è solo un lungo decollo per poter poi spiccare il volo.
Quello che sembrava infinito, infinito non è.
Guarda: c'è un muro di nebbia, una coltre biancastra e densa oltre la quale è impossibile vedere. Così: netto. Taglia l'erb
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