The orange sky that haunted the clouds above, the man stood there fixing his white hair and looked at a mask.
A mask that was originally white, but now it wall all black, with white painted flowers over it.
"You did love your garden, didn't you Lindsley? Well, the school got burnt down and I'm sorry I couldn't save it." The man spoke up as he sat down by
"Sorry I couldn't get you a grave too. Was a little busy painting the town red." The man sighed, he looked at the mask.
"I remember you asked me why I kept it. I told you it was a past that I'm not proud off. It was white when I showed it to you, but now... Black with the darkened blood of all the people I killed." "Lindsley, seems like monst...
Mory lives in a world where everybody's got their own special set of powers from a certain animal. On the day of his graduation from the Bird Land Academy, insect warriors sneak into his homeland and carry out a surprise attack that kills his father and triggers a massive war. An infuriated Mory leaves home and dives right into the war so he can get revenge
“Zinnia, I’m home,” Mrs. Robinson called from the kitchen. The wind howled outside and fat raindrops ran down the windows. There was no response from the dark house.
“Zinnia, sweetie, come get some dinner,” she said hopefully. Nothing.
Finally, Mrs. Robinson put down the sacks of groceries and marched down the hall to her
“Come on, eat some dinner,” she said while opening the door.
There was nobody in the bedroom. She checked under the bed, the closet, and under the rug. Nothing. Only a dripping, black painted handprint below the open window. Mrs. Robinson fell to the floor and burst into tears.
I never thought that I would end up here. Alone. In a dark room. Black curtains. The walls painted an ominous gray. A dark rug, stained with something lighter that looked extremely suspicious. Whatever. I was used to it.
My family used to call me the eternal peacemaker. I was always calm about frightening things, such as the car crash that changed my
life. There was blood everywhere. My brother's neck twisted at an odd angle. His arm dislocated and slung over the seat weirdly. Antonio Maxwell, a great man in the making, died that day. And I don't blame him. I didn't have a choice but to get out and face my rescuers. I would have rather stayed.
We were alone, on a twisty highway from Valenport City to th...
how did it came to this Points Murderous Psychopath of an Angelnoid Stab me and it looks like this is how I'm going to die and then Beautiful angel coming from the sky to save me or I am dreaming Well my name is Leo and this is how one day made my life to normal to Unnatural this is me and my sister how Got into the world of the dimensional.
that dream again A beautiful girl with a Halo and Golden Cross Shape in her eyes it was Glowing a golden color as well with Majestic black hair Come to save me of all people and then I hear a voice saying, LEO GETS UP it time to get up Leo say ok I'm up what is it we're are going to be late for school This is my little sister Kate Well I forgot to make breakfa...
It was five in the afternoon and Lily Evans was bored. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, thinking of the homework she still had to do. She would much rather be spending this time reading. She got up and looked out of her window. There was a man with a bag hanging off of his shoulder.
The mailman. She thought. Finally. Something for me to do…
walked out of her room and went down the stairs. Her father was sitting on the couch, reading the paper, and her mother was in the kitchen making something that smelled like roast beef.
“I'm going to get the mail.” She called to her father as she walked to the front door.
“Okay dear. Come right back, okay?” her mother hailed.
“Montaine, Jesus fuck I aint dying so some crime lord can have some peace of mind tonight!” Kevin gripped tightly to the piloting controls of his ship.
There was a loud noise and a proximity alarm sounded. Montaine observed the situation as calmly as he could from his prison cell. Evidently, though the bounty hunter had taken every precaution, the
syndicate may have found him. Whether by the judgment of galactic government or the law of his own people Montaine would be executed. After all the lives he had taken he no longer cared for judgment. In his mind there was no penance. He never wanted to become a monster.
In a cigarette infected throaty voice Montaine spoke with hints of a French accent. “Misu...
He was a minute too late. He’d run to her house, only to discover his girlfriend lifeless, cold, pale, and on the floor.The cuts were too deep this time. “Why didn't you tell me?” He questions the dead body he used to know as his lover. The razor, marked with the blood of her all over it, had slipped out of her hand as she lost consciousness moments
before. The breathing had stopped seconds before he reached her. He now holds her in his arms, wondering if it was his fault.
The ambulance rushes her into the hospital, and about an hour later, she is declared dead. He collapses to the floor, screaming in the most painful way. His once cheerful girlfriend is now gone, and he cries until no more tears ca...
Jamy Quick VS The World Part #1
Home Town Crime
15 year old Dan flipped the pancake into the air.He looked over at his best friend Jamy Quick or as everyone knew her Jamy.So What's wrong you haven't touched your pancakes.I've just been stressed over recent developments.Such as what questioned Dan with his mouth full of food.Such as
the bank robbery that went on yesterday replied Jamy.Wait what Dan said suddenly,a bank was robbed?.Yes, replied Jamy who was also 15 years old. it was MIghty Mountain Bankings first ever robbery.Idon’t know how they got past the security guards sensors and whatever other secret security systems they have in that place.Well maybe would should go see Deputy L...
Before the nukes have dropped upon America at 6 am. (Chapter One)
I wake up early from the bright sun shining through the window. I started making a prank for my long time best friend, Jacob. Jacob always pranks me so I am now going to prank him… I get a gallon bucket, fill it up with ice and water and go to his room. I then throw the ice cold water on
him and screamed really loud with a bit of a cackle I must add, it was quite funny. He jumps up so fast I thought he might spring into the ceiling and he runs to the bathroom. I start laughing as I follow him to the bathroom slowly Jacob turns around confused and mumbles something along the lines of “You jerk,” so I look back at him and shout “Sweet re...
Thoughts began to race around my mind, I’m begging them to slow down, but they won’t. I started gripping onto the edge of the seat to gain some kind of grounding. The waiting room is empty. My breaths were coming in gasps and I could feel my body barely coping. With my heart hammering against my chest, I shut my eyes and put my trembling hands over my
head. The room spins and I find myself curled up on the floor trying to make everything slow down to a pace my brain and body can cope with. It’s like there is a hurricane building up within my body. The more I try to supress it, the stronger it becomes. I tried to pull myself up onto the seat, but it felt like the ground was melting beneath my feet. With my...
Off in a small mining town in California 1901, a certain drunkard could be found every afternoon between two pm and two am, in a barely standing saloon. The old man had silver hair, wrinkly skin, yellow teeth, a tattered cowboy hat, and crystal blue eyes.
The man never said a word before nine pm, every day, he'd sit in
silence sipping the same bottle of whiskey he ordered hours prior. If it hadn't been for his friendship with the owner, he would've been kicked out long ago. In the rare instances where he would speak while sober, a pile of pain could be heard in his voice. The only word I heard him say while sober was "another".
Despite the man's ex...
The sun hung low in the sky over the Kingdom of Sakai, the last rays of light reflecting off of the castle’s high towers. Princess Evelyn sat in the throne room entertaining foreign guests and local nobles and knights loyal to her parents kingdom, the kingdom she would one day inherit. The beautiful young princess was holding her own amongst the nobles
and foreigners, strong willed and stone faced apart from her charming smile. One would think she had no worries in the world not even the ongoing war which had been raging for over a year after heavy tensions with the neighboring kingdom finally reached a climax, below her in the castles armories a legion of knights was preparing to embark on a journey to yet ...
I sit sullenly, caressing the gun, a plan already forming in my head.
"What's up with you??" a deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Nothing," I sigh. "Shut up."
"I'm asking you a serious question," my older brother persists.
"I don't care about your questions – serious or no."
"Well, you've got that weird look," he mumbles around a mouth full of
"What weird look?"
"I don't care about your questions, serious or no," Duncan smirks coyly.
"Wow, astounding comedy content!" I whoop sarcastically.
The smile falls off Duncan's face and then there is silence. A lot of silence.
I don’t care as long as there aren't any more questions. I need to develop my plan intricately. It needs to be car...
This was what she liked about combat, it was move and counter move and always moving faster than her opponent. It was a dance with no rests, no pauses, just a streamline of steady cadenzas that grew faster as she willed it. One step after another, she led her prey into an elegant waltz. As the symphony of heartbeats and pulses
roared louder, there was nothing in her mind other than where she was going to land her next blow and whether her opponent was fast enough to predict her next move.
Well, that’s an obvious no.
The male opposite from her frowned with effort, fists clenched and trembling. They both knew if there were any fight left in him, it was none other than the insuffera...
2 days before,
As my tears went down my face, I felt the burn of where my father hit me. I wish I had a better father. My mother passed when I was 8 and ever since my father always made sure I was the perfect daughter. But without a mother & only dad it was tough because I was an only child. I had very few friends but my
best & well only friend Blake was bullied. We had similar lives as if we were sisters. But the difference between us was that Blake always got bullied for almost all her life but we always had each other.
That afternoon I went to Blake’s house. I went up to her room & when I walked in it was cold. I felt the breeze of the air on my skin. The room was dar...