Never Graced -Pt. 1-A dark cavern was hidden among the rocks. Its innards went deep into the mountain. The peak of the mountain was higher than anyone would ever think to climb in the northern part of Romania. The inside went deep, almost never ending. But if you were dumb enough to go beyond where the light shone, you'd most likely be dead. It did end, somewhere beyond the naked eye could see. There, stalagmites and stalactites had grown, sharp and deadly. The sound of dripping water of the unseen and waiting stalactites echoed off the walls. Many small black figures hung from the ceiling. A shape, unmoving, could be just barely made out. All was silent, peacef
Never Graced -pt 2-A young girl lay in the back of a white Honda. The velvet zigzag design on the interior scratched against her skin as she slept. Outside, rain poured and hit the windows of her car. Close to her chest, she clutched a book. The title read "Interview with a vampire." As thunder cracked outside, her eyelids flittered open. She sat up, that being a hassle with such small seats. She scratched the back of her head. The car windows were tinted, making the houses and other cars that were parked along the street look darker. "Damn. Raining again?" She muttered. The girl looked only about seventeen or eighteen. She wore a pair of old, faded jeans with
Never Graced -pt 3-Vampires usually never kept contact with each other every year, every month and so on. Every now and again they would, however, have a get together. Explaining their latest kills, accomplishments, fails, and fights. Some vampires were new, being made only a few years before. Others were old that were still alive even from their changes centuries ago. Every thousand or so years, they got together and traded stories or simply enjoyed the time together. Old friends were reunited and new friends were made. "That's ridiculous! Are you kidding?!" An elder male half-shouted. The young man looked about in his thirties. His hair was buzz cut close t
Never Graced -pt 4-Sarina sat in the backseat if her car, flipping through the guide book she had purchased what seemed to only be a day ago. It was like a journal. It was all about vampire legends, myths, and ways to fend off a vampire, what they ate, and their history. Everything. She read intently but each different section was jumbled into different parts. It wasn't organized but that's what drew her more into it. Her car was on, blazing heat since outside it was freezing with rain. She had been reading a section on the myths about vampires when the heat altogether stopped. She set the book down and looked into the front seat to the gas meter. The needle wa
Lost Will -pt 1- The sun beat down on another hot day in England; it heated all the living things below it. Adults walked the streets, talking amongst themselves, staring into the windows of shops as more people walked past them. A group of boys ran the opposite direction, running past the adults in fits of laughter. Moving quickly, they ran past buildings, through alleys and past a gate as they ran towards the fields just outside their town. "He's always here, trust us." The boy ahead said to the others. At the destination of their running laid a boy under the shade of a tree. His legs were spread out on the cool grass as he laid there, his arms folded un
Lost Will -pt 2-William sat in the grand room, listening to the scribbling sound as his father wrote a letter. The sounds of the grand clocks pendulum and the chiming as it struck another hour echoed in the room. He stared at the fire in the fire place, his fingers lightly rubbing caressing a page with his thumb and forefinger as his eyes were focused on the dance of the flames. The clock chimed once more, bringing his attention back and looking towards the old clock. He read it, eleven. He wanted to smile but didn't because his father would suspect something. He hadn't smiled in front of his father for years. He closed the book and silently stood, setting t
Lost Will -pt 3-He was surrounded by darkness as he laid there. The pain in his neck was slowly numbing as he felt his vocal chords slowly unclench, letting a groan escape him. "Get up little boy." The voice sounded distorted and far away. William slowly opened his eyes, seeing the sky and the blurred stars as it registered what had happened. "Sit up." The voice told him. With aching muscles, he did as told. He held his head, getting lightheaded at just the attempt of sitting up. "Look at me." Hearing another command, he looked to the thing speaking. It was a man. His features showed him to be no younger than twenty five. His hair was loose and hung aroun
Lost Will -pt 4-"So cool!" Ciro sat up on a high branch in a tree as William sat below, prodding his new fangs with an amused smile. "Doesn't take much to make you happy, does it?" Ciro laughed loudly. William stared up at the elder vampire from the ground. He still hadn't truly gotten over Ciro. To him, he wouldn't be trust worthy for a long time. William still had many unanswered questions that Ciro had yet to answer. Only a few days ago had they left England. Ciro had rushed him into training of his new vampire skills. Sleeping in a coffin wasn't the first thing he had wanted to do but, as Ciro had stated, either that or burn our ass off in the sun. '
Metal Gear: Young Ecsance Snake was getting ready for his mission. He was slipping on his weapons when, his codec went off. He answered it. "Hey Snake, it's Otacon." "Hey Otacon. What's up?" Snake replied. "I hate to spring this on you, but..." "But What!" Snake said. "Well, you're going to have two people coming with you on your mission." "WHAT!" Snake yelled. "I'm sorry. I'll bring them down." Then the call ended. 'Great just what i need, two people getting in my way.' Snake thought as he waited. A couple minutes went by until the elevator got to his floor. Otacon walked out with two people.
Vampire Union .:Short Story:.A girl sat in front of a window. The moon reflected off her pale skin. Her long white hair lay still against her back and her long bangs covered her eyes from view. She wore a long, white dress but no shoes. She was playing with one of her many rag dolls. A beautiful but evil tine was hummed from the mouth of this child. This girl was one of the creatures of the night. One that survived by drinking the blood of mortals. One that would frighten humans if they knew. These creatures could only be described by one word. Vampire. This girl was important though. She was very young and looked about nine.. But this girl, who looked so innocen
.:Slow Dance:. :short poem:Slow Dance This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem Please pass it on..This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.SLOW DANCEHave you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground?Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?You better slow down.Don't dance so fast.Time is short.The music won't
Devil-Angel's messengerPeople always do well in this world and Heavens gates will open for you. Those who steal kill or do bad will be thrown into the fire pits of Hell. No one is truly clear if those places even exist. But I do, because I’ve been there. Hard to believe, right? Wrong. I’ve seen them; both of those lands, but only lived in one for a short time. My name has long since been forgotten. But I can remember it. I can remember my death, meeting God and everything. I remember it all. It was a fall afternoon. The trees that lined my homes street had been painted the different colors of orange, red, brown and so much more. A cold wind nipped at th
Kei: The backstory -pt 2-The child went through the same thing, every day and night. The darkness and the pain. The knowledge of anything outside the room was beyond her. For such a young mind, she knew nothing of the world. She knew not if she was born or conceived, or if she had just been…created by this place. That was another thing that she didn't know, where she was. She only knew it by 'this place'. She knew this place brought pain, it brought darkness, and it brought horror. All her mind had ever registered was the small white room, the blood plastered behind her and below her, the window where she knew she was watched, the door where the evil men came th
Kei: The backstory -pt. 1-The jinchuuriki, the creature with power so great the it is targeted by one group known as the Akatsuki. But, it wasn't the only group who had been after it. Another group had been created, but they knew they weren't strong enough to take the jinchuuriki themselves. So, then came the thought of a creature that would be able to fend off the jinchuuriki holders. That's where it had begun… "Were done here for the day…" The sound of something dripping onto tiles was faintly heard in the small room that could make any person claustrophobic. LED lights shone bright from the ceiling. On the other side of it there was a window built in
New Gen., Old ways -Chap. 4-The day went on like any other. Each class time flew by and soon enough it was the end of the day. Lana and Richard parted ways but something was up, Lana knew. She sat in the back of Michael's car and began to chew on her thumbnail again. "Something troubling you Lana?" Michael asked. "It…it was just Richard. He seemed to just be in a hurry to get home. I wonder if everything is ok." She mumbled. "I'm sure its all fine. We need to get back anyways, you've got a few more cases to get through." He stated. Lana nodded and informed him to drive faster. Richard ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Every time he would stop at a cro
New Gen., Old Ways -Chap. 3-Lana wasn't ordinary, everyone knew that. If they knew why she was this way, maybe they'd still think her strange…but then again, they could think quite the opposite. She never wanted to take that chance; she wouldn't even if she did want to. It was true, when she told them all that she never knew who her mother was, but Micheal being her father was a flat out lie. Like a father, yes. Blood relation…none whatsoever. But as long as people believed it, it worked fine for her. She wasn't originally from America. When she was fifteen, she was allowed out of the one place she had called home. An orphanage in England known as Wammy's Ho
Mortal Vampire Prolouge It was a quiet night that night in the Romanian streets, well, almost quiet. The sound of footsteps running on the brick roads echoed through the empty night. This girl ran for her life. Tears streamed down her face, making her vision blurry, and hugged herself as she ran faster. ‘Don’t let him catch me, please!’ She begged in her mind. She tripped over her feet many times, taking a face plant to the cement or dirt a couple times. Small drops of rain began to pour from the dark and cloudy sky, wettening the young girl’s dark black hair. Her crystal blue eyes were filled to the rim with tears. She turned into an alley only
Mortal Vampire Chap. 1A girl walked through the halls of an old castle. Her black hair was pulled up and clipped into a bun, kind of like a librarian. Under her arm was a tray. Her crystal blue eyes looked ahead of her as she walked. She was about 16 and wore regular jeans, a black tank top and regular tennis shoes. She tucked her glasses into her pocket as she entered the study. A boy lay on the desk asleep, his breathing very even. His white hair was a mess and in his face. The girl smiled and walked over. Giggling she said. “Good morning Zane.” He opened his eyes slowly and groaned as he sat up. He focused his emerald eyes on her. “Good morning d
Family blood ProlougeComplete darkness. Sounds come from every corner. Light shines then fades. A figure is seen. A frame of a young teenage boy. Face not shown. More features show. Seventeen years of age, a straight jacket binding his upper body. Long, gray hair hangs in the face, obscuring the features from view. A quick rush of wind blows the bangs from his face. Beautiful amber eyes stare out, emotions mixed in one. Anger, sadness, regret, insane, and pride. Darkness takes over, drowning the boy from view. A girl shot up from her bed, a cold sweat covering her semi-pale skin. Her platinum blond hair tussled about. She ran a hand through it to fix it slightl
Family blood Chap. 1Yvette groaned in response to her alarm clock that blared music, urging her to wake up. She sat up warily, shutting it off. She was tired, but didn't notice it herself. She had been kept awake by the dreams often, so she had gotten used to it. Slipping on an outfit of jeans, a red lace shirt, and black shoes, she made her way out of her room and walked to the bathroom. She wasn't one to really mess with her hair. She ran a brush through it and smiled at her appearance in the mirror. She ran out and grabbed up her bag quickly. Her aunt and uncle were gone in the mornings so that meant she had to walk to school. She ran out the door, turning
Family Blood chap. 2Yvette kept her head down, staring at the sidewalk as she walked. She looked to her watch as she did, noticing it was getting later. She groaned lightly. "Dang, Im going to be late." She muttered. She looked ahead and saw an alley. "It'd cut a little time." She murmured. Shifting her bag on straighter, she quickly ran to the alley, ducking inside. Quickly running to the end, she stopped as a wall blocked off her way. "Oh come on!" She growled to herself then sighed. "Well, better turn and go back." She mumbled. "Not so fast sweetheart." A voice said as three shadows washed over her. Yvette looked back as three burly men stood at the entrance,
Family Blood Chap. 3"Yvette? Wake up. Yvette!" Yvette opened her eyes slowly and brought her head up. Her eyes widened and she felt a blush come to her face as she realized she fell asleep in class. Roxanne was staring at her, as was the teacher and most of the kids with grins and snickering lightly. "Yvette, I'm hoping my class isn't bothering you." The teacher said. "N-No its not." Yvette said, sitting up straight with a small blush still on her cheeks. The teacher gave her a look then turned back to the board. "Eve, are you ok?" Roxanne asked, leaning over lightly towards her. Yvette nodded. "Yeah, a nightmare just kept me up last night." She said. Roxanne bl
Yuna of the Akatsuki -pt.1-A soft padding of feet could barely be heard as they went down the streets of Konaha in the rain. Small puffs of breath hung in the air, visible by the cold that grasped the village. A young child, a girl, ran down the streets. Her black hair was tossed about as she ran through the rain, finally getting outside the gates of Konaha. She stood for a second before collapsing to the wet grass below her, her black hair plastered to her face and scattered about the ground. Tears were running from her eyes, but it would have been hard to tell. "Well, what's a young girl doing out here?" She brought her head up to see a man standing before her; shado
Yuna of the Akatsuki -pt. 2-As the figure entered a small base, he still held the hand of the young girl, comforting her most of the way. When he entered, many heads turned towards him, making the girl move behind the man a little and looking to them uneasily. A certain red head spoke up first, not looking away from a puppet he was carving at. "Who's the girl?" The room was still silent but a few people nodded, wanting to know as well. "Well, this young girl," the man placed a hand on her head, "is going to soon be an S-ranked criminal. We just need to train her." He said. She looked up to his silver eyes then stepped out from behind him. A blond stood first and walke
Yuna of the Akatsuki -pt. 3-As Deidara pulled her onto the bird, he made sure her arms were locked securely around his waist as he took off. His hair fluttered about his face as the wind hit them both. They had taken off the ground at a great amount of speed, causing Yuna to let out a small squeal. Deidara laughed at her. "What's wrong Yuna? I thought you liked flying with me?" He asked as they went higher in the air. "I do!" She shouted, half laughing. "But you always take off so fast!" She said, trying to look at him. Deidara smiled at her. "Well, you need to get used to it. I'll always be like this." He laughed then finally the birds steadied in the air as it hovered
Underachievers pt 1 RoderickYou always hear about the exceptionally good kids. The over achievers who get the good grades and are the good kids, then the average students who do as well as they can to get good grades and keep a clean slate. Then we have the under achievers. There are always the schools that have the best student and the average students and under achievers are always tossed into the mix. Where I go to school, half the school is like that. In this I will not be naming anyone but I will use aliases for them all First is Roderick. Ok, I'm in my first year of high school so most the freshman at my high school are people I knew but never really paid atte
Underachievers pt. 2 JoseThere is another that I have most classes with, again. For this boy, I'll use the alias Jose (he's Mexican, bear with me) Anyway, this student can't even pay attention. Every day he never does his work and never bothers. Unlike Roderick who always is smiling or laughing about something…or nothing (I don't understand it either) Jose can't even SEE! First ways of idiocy, we were sitting in Math class (I have him for that class too) and we were doing problems on the board. Mr. B looked to him and told him to repeat the problem. The kid sits in front of the board so everyone in the class is thinking "Ok, no problem." So he's sitting there
Underachiever pt. 3 SkylarThe name I've given him for an alias is Skylar. Skylar is like 20% of the school, the little wannbe gangsters of it all. I have a class called FFA, Future Farmers of America. It isn't a bad class, really. But some kids take it for an easy a….ha! This class is hard, trust me. There is a lot of work to do to get an A. Now we were in class, working on these booklets for the class and Skylar had gotten moved over to our (by our I mean the good kids of the class. The ones that care and do the work) side of the room. As soon as he gets there he mutters under his breath. "These are all the goody goodies." Now personally, I don't mind getting
Underachievers pt. 4 KeithMy next person I've dubbed his name to be Keith. Both I and my homecoming date hate him with a passion. On the farm in FFA, which he shares the class with us; we have cows, goats, sheep and chickens. If we finished our work we were allowed to go outside and help take care of the animals. My date, Chris, Joe, Dar, Jes, Shan and I would all go out to the sheep barn and help with the goat and few sheep. They were really sweet they just need peace and quiet. There is one sheep, Erin, who is a male, one of the only two. He just happens to have big….well you should know. Keith, along with a few other people, would always come into the barn and
Mute young -pt 1-"Oh woeful flower. Your beauty in the sun twas beautiful. Alas, I cannot watch your growth in the sun, nor can I ever so you with the dew on your petals." A young girl knelt in front of a rose which grew alone, the scarlet petals growing out. It was silhouetted against the night as she was there, observing it with pale green eyes. A cold night wind blew at her, disturbing her once peaceful nest of short black hair. One of her slim fingers traced itself against the softness of the flower. The moon hung in the sky along with the stars, making a pale light for her. She wore a black skirt with a white tank top and a black jacket. She was baref
Mute young -pt 2-The walk home for the two was quiet, as usual. A mute and a young girl made a weird pair, but it wasn't as if that really mattered to them. The thermos clipped to Daniel's belt swished with the sound of a new liquid that filled it. Their hands were closed around each other again as they walked through the dark forest like area at the end of the town they lived by. As the grass began to thin to rocks, Daniel nonchalantly picked up the girl and set her on his back as he walked. She was used to this, wrapping her arms around his neck as she usually would have to. An owl began to hoot from a distance making the girl look up towards the sky and ob
Mute young -pt 3-The next night, Delilah couldn't find Daniel so she just went out to her greenhouse. She automatically went to her rose and smiled at it. "I'll bring it to daddy." She said to herself. She carefully dug it up and put it in a small vase, going back inside. She hurried up the stairs, holding onto the vase tightly. A smile rested on her face as she almost flew up the stairs to the second level. She ran down the hall and burst open her father's door. "Daddy look what I-!" She stopped as she saw Daniel standing by the bedside, staring down at her dad. "Daniel, what are you doing?" She asked. Daniel didn't hear her as he still stared at Luke. I r
:.Vampyre Chains.: Chap. 1 A body was thrown around in the darkness, harsh words coming from thousands of voices in all directions. The body grasped its head, trying to ignore these voices and the lies that dripped like venom. The voices merged into a single, female, demonic voice. The words pounded into the figure's mind, causing pain to erupt throughout it. There was a sound of something cutting through the air. The figure slowly started to fall to its side. Hitting the ground, it stared at the black ceiling as his neck bled and blending into the darkness. A gasp came from the man lying in bed as he shot his body up. This dream had come to him more than once, but
:.Vampyre Chains.: Chap. 2 It seemed he had awoken from the darkness sooner than he thought but feeling the heat in the room gone, he knew the sun was gone. He slid off the red silk sheets, crossing the linoleum to the window. He grasped the thick material and pushed it aside. The moonlight fell through the window and washed across his skin, fall to the floor as well. The bright illumination of it seemed to be enough for him as he opened the window, welcomed by a gust of cold, night winds against his naked chest. He smiled gently at the feeling, though it felt foreign on his lips, for he never smiled in any kind of true happiness. Demetrius let his eyes gaze alo
Uninvited -3- The colors she was always so used to were absent behind her eyelids. She knew she was asleep, that she was dreaming of darkness but she couldn't wake herself. As if she was waiting for the colors to return. Though, she soon found her eyes opening against her will. Her eyelids were heavy, wanting to stay closed and keep her asleep but she found the strength the open them. The first thing she was aware of was a constant beeping to her right. It was every two seconds but quite soft. The room around her was small, the walls were white, at least from what she could see. On the upper right corner of the room was a tv set on a platform scre
Lost Will -Ch. 12- How many years had it been now? It was more than ten but less than twenty. It was tiring to try and keep count. He didn't see the point. Not anymore. Time was stopped for him so why bother? A fire crackled in the fireplace of the old building, it's light and heat flooding into the room while the shadows danced along the walls. It was silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock. Oh the irony of it all. Here again in a living room, reading a book, with the chiming of the clock for each slow hour that passed. William's blue eyes read along the words, scanning them and seeming to memorize them. He had grown exceptionally since t
Just a Day The view never got old as the sun rose over the mountains. The large, orange star painted the clouds a light purple as it came into view. The mountains almost seemed to shine as they were silhouetted against the light. It never ceased to amaze the young man how much beauty could be in the world. But seeing this beauty also made him question the simple ways of man. The ones that thought were the exact opposite of seeing the simplest of things amazing. His eyes stared at the sight of the sun overcoming those peaks ever so slowly. The rice paper door on the otherside of the room slid open, en elder man standing there but dare not stepping in
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