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InvasiveDayaram Toaro picks her way carefully through the brush, bow drawn, arrow knocked and ready to fly. She found the most beautiful elk earlier in the day--Dayaram was certain its flesh would be tender and tasty. She watced her target carefully, waiting for exactly the perfect moment to strike. With a grin, she raised her bow, aiming carefully and drawing back the arrow. Her eyes widened in anticipation, her grip starting to loosen carefully to let the arrow sail smoothly into her target, her beautiful, graceful elk. "Hey!" she heard, winced, and jumped. She wasn't the only one to hear--the elk's head shot up and darted around for but a second before shooting away into the trees. Dayaram growled out a curse in frustration of losing her dinner, turning toward the stranger that had so rudely interrupted her. She was still poised to shoot her arrow, even as she turned toward the person who called out to her.
Dayaram had been ready to shoot, and dammit, if her arrow wasn't going to go into an
StalkIt is mid-Spring. The sky is only just beginning to darken; the air is cool, but not quite cold. Lea can hear twigs snap as her target walks through the trees. She'd been trailing behind for some time now, quite interested in the newcomer. Usually, the most activity Lea saw was during the day; in the brightest hours. They didn't seem to be in any hurry; indeed, they were simply meandering through the trees sprinkled over the ground in clusters varying in density. they carefully picked their way through the most dense pockets, savoring the small clearing peppered throughout. Lea couldn't remember by now how long she'd been following. She knew it had still be bright when they arrived. She wondered if they knew just where they are. She hadn't ever seen them before--did they know their way around? ... Did they know Lea was following them? Suddenly, the stranger stopped, and so did Lea. She froze, too far away from any trees to hide behind to bring herself to flee. Eyes widening, Lea found
IntruderMaria sat on her stool, like she always did. Lilya had seemed especially affectionate towards her lately, frequently complimenting her. She wondered if Lilya was alright; she certainly wasn't acting herself. But, Maria did not ask. She never did, only sat there, looking pretty, offering all the comfort she could with a sympathetic look. Lilya smiled at her--so odd--and nodded once before leaving the room. Maria sat for hours, it seemed, and before she knew it, the sky outside the sitting room's window was pitch black. Maria guessed it was nearing midnight, if it had not already come. Everyone must have been asleep, Maria thought; at least, those who had not been assigned any sort of task that required prolonged stays anywhere but here. Maria envied those who were allowed tasks and such. No matter. Maria had her own purpose. She would serve it eventually, she hoped.
Another few hours passed. Maria heard a clink and then a crash. Still, Maria did not rise. She simply sat, listened, and w
Summons"Riyo," Lilya said sternly. Riyo had recently developed the habit of daydreaming, and it was proving irksome for Lilya. "Uh, hmm...? Oh! Yes, Ms.?" Riyo had responded, finally. Lilya was in no mood to be tested; Riyo would need to be punished, if this kept up. Riyo didn't pay attention for long. Lilya could see it in her eyes, which had gone totally unfocused. "Riyo!" Lilya said again, less patient now. Riyo flew from the stool she sat upon. She looked like she was being physically thrown to the ground. "Oof," she mumbled, pushing herself up. "I apologize." Riyo got up to her feet. Her lip was bleeding; she'd bitten down on it when she fell. Her eyes landed on the puppet mirror of her in Lilya's hand. Riyo may have been new, but she knew the horrors Lilya was capable of with that silly little doll alone. "What task do you have for me today?"
"For once it's not mine. Someone called for you. Any idea who?"
"No, I don't have any family or anything."
"Regardless, someone knows you. T
Confrontation"I just don't understand why you keep leading her on," Zi said with a huff, crossing her arms as her chin angled toward the ceiling. Lilya and Sylia had just left for Their latest task. Loe didn't have the details; he didn't ask, and he didn't care to. All he knew was that whatever it was that they always did, it reduced Sylia to a bundle fo shaking and nerves, and he'd taken it upon himself to keep her calm--not by Lilya's orders, but he figured she appreciated having a puppet with a calm mind, even if she never told him directly of her appreciation. Loe did work a thankless job. "Zi," he said, as calm and collected as ever, "you know she gets nervous. It's not going to help anyone if she's so nervous that she can barely talk. I don't think I'm 'leading her on.'"
"Of course you are, and you know exactly what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything. We all need each other here, Zi. My loyalties lie with you, but Miss Sylia is one of our own. Like it or not, we are all a family."
Party Crasher"Zi, Loe, close at nine; feed Riyo and Maria when you can," Lilya says as she enters the front of her shop, tugging Sylia along by the elbow. Lilya wore her usual attire, and Sylia had been made up in subtle make-up and a flowing lavender-colored dress. Sylia stood nervously as Lilya took Zi aside to give her some sort of direction or order, leaving Loe to watch a shaking Sylia shifting her weight between her feet. A dozen times, Sylia had done exactly what she was about to, but it never made her any less jittery. She jumped when she felt Loe's hand land lightly on the small of her back. "You look beautiful," he assured her, "and you will do just fine." Sylia knew Loe belonged to Zi--she did--but she always appreciated this short, intimate moment she and Loe shared almost every time she was headed off to complete a new task for Lilya. Loe really did make it more bearable, and he always managed to sooth her nerves before it was time to leave. Sylia took a deep, steadying bre
ShoppeThe bell above the shop door rings as a new customer walks in. Zi sweeps the floor as Loe counts the money in the cash register. Lilya is no where in sight. Immediately, Zi stops what she's doing and leans her broom against a counter. "Hello," she starts, her voice flat and monotonous, "How can I--" Zi is not given the time to finish her sentence before Loe cuts in. He shoots her an indeterminable look before turning toward the customer. The quiet click as the register drawer moves back into place is audible in the small, dead-silent shop. "How can we help you?" Loe's voice was just as flat as Zi's, but not so monotonous, and had an air of authority about it. Loe never referred to him and Zi as anything but a pair, even in casual conversation; he had always felt especially protective of his Zi. He didn't think he could handle himself if ever he were to be separated from Zi, and he knew she felt exactly the same way towards him. Zi seemed peaceful enough, but Loe knew better. She was a
Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
To KikaiDear Kikai,
There are a lot of things I can't explain to you, such as why I would write a letter to you in the first place; or, better yet, why I would be writing it at three in the morning. You'll have to excuse me if I don't make sense or start babbling.
As I said, there are somethings I honestly can't explain to you. I already told you a few, but wanna hear a few more? I can't explain to you why you like Rachel so. I cannot explain why she likes Ben better. And, I cannot say why Ben likes her too. I just don't know the answers. I suppose its just that sometimes, things happen. Maybe we don't like them, and maybe we wish something different might have happened.
Now, I could go on, right now, for a while about what-ifs—what if things WERE different?; what if you were more normal?—however, that wouldn't change anything would it? But, I'd like to at least try to offer some advice, if I could.
Maybe I sound stupid, but I think things happen for a reason. Ma
Germany x reader nightmaresGermany x Reader.
darkness, thats all there was, no one around, no one near, no one to hear me scream, a giant figure looming over you, dissapointment and hate mixed into his blue eyes.
"you are and never willl be my child" he screams, I cry out.
"PAPA! PLEASE! NO! NO GO!" I cried, a look of disgust formed on his face.
"can't even speak my language! useless!" he screamed and next thing I know he's attacking me.
"[Name] your nothing! fuck off!" his voice screamed.
"[N-Name]! come on wake up" I heard his voice say after.
"DIE DIE DIE!" he screamed, I whimper crying more.
"[N-Name] WAKE UP NOW! PLEASE!" I heard daddy's voice cry, soon everything went away.
I woke up in my room to see daddy abouve me.
"daddy!" I cry clinging to him, he hums softly.
"shh it's ok vattie's here" he hums and kisses my head, I just keep crying.
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
The Drake Detective Agency - Case Eight - Part 2Jemma and The Neck Romancers - Part 2
Molly and Alex crunched up the gravel driveway to the house, which had been converted into flats. As soon as Alex had arrived at Molly’s home, she had explained about Gina’s phone call, and the two of them had set out straight away. They didn’t have too far to travel.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked Alex, looking around. The house was in one of the more expensive parts of town, and neither she nor Molly knew of anyone living there who Gina was friends with.
Molly fished the piece of paper that she had written the address on out of her pocket, and checked it. “Yes, unless Gina made a mistake when she told me where to come to...”
Reaching the front door, Molly pressed the doorbell for the upstairs flat. There was a short pause, and then the sound of footsteps coming down stairs.
“That’s Gina,” said Alex. “I’d recognise that sound anywhere. The army boots are
The Drake Detective Agency - Case Eight - Part 1Jemma and The Neck-Romancers - Part 1
“It makes me want to throw up!” said Gina decisively.
She was staring at a poster on the side of the bus-stop where she, Molly and Jemma were waiting for Alex to pick them up in Monique.
The poster was for the latest of the Dark Romance films, which had just gone on release, and which had gained a huge following, mainly among teenage girls.
Molly hadn’t seen them – vampire flicks weren’t her thing. All she knew about them came from the pictures that she had seen, (slender, magazine-perfect young people with large eyes, usually staring at each other with sorrowful longing) and Jemma. Jemma was into them in a big way. In fact, she had even started wearing black clothing lately.
Currently, she was giving Gina the evil eye for daring to insult the films.
“I thought you’d like them...they are about vampires, after all!” said Jemma, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.
Gina scowled. &
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 10"This is our last cheese crumpet…" Olivia said, taking it out of her backpack as Fievel and Vartan stared at it, almost drooling, "We're gonna be in New York soon, right?"
"I think so," said Fievel, "It's been days."
"We'll buy us some more food when we get there," said Olivia, breaking the cheese crumpet into three pieces.
Vartan couldn't help but feel bad, taking his piece. If not for him their food just might have lasted them the trip. They'd been rationing their food and starving themselves the past two days, to make it enough for three mice. There was nothing else to eat in this train car, filled with nothing but hay piles.
"I wonder how my mama and papa are taking it," Fievel said as he nibbled on his piece, hoping to make it last.
"I don't even wanna think about how worried me father is," Olivia said, feeling sad over it again, "I deserve any punishment he gives me."
"Maybe he'll understand why we did this," said Fievel.
"I might be losing my job at your father's toy shop
Revolver Forever - Alternating Dimensions Ch. 6 A hunter had just cocked his rifle and shot another buck. Unlike people that hunted for sport in the contiguous states so as to increase their masculinity (save for those such as Ted Nugent who use the meat to feed homeless individuals), this man was nunting to stay alive. He lived deep in Alaska's vast wilderness and literally relied off hunting to survive as there were no other means of getting food and water. The hunter used one of his last rounds on another buck, then decided it was time to take his recent kills back inside to dress and prepare them to eat for the next 5 months.
As he was about to pick one of them up, he noticed a wolf. "Shoo! Get out of here, this is my kill!" He yelled. The wolf growled and suddenly disappeared in an electric flash. Soon, other wolves appeared and disappeared the same way. The hunter could still hear the growling, but it was all around him. Soon, a whole pack of giant wolves made of electricity stood in front of him gr
Doctor Who: Buried - Chapter 2Rose was sure her muscles had never ached so much in her entire life. The Doctor hadn't stopped leaning on her for the past ten minutes and every moment he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. She was forced to drag him by her side, as he moaned and grunted in pain every step of the way. She tried to keep him talking in hopes that he wouldn't collapse on her, asking him every few seconds if they were going in the right direction.
"We're nearly there, Doctor." She said to him as she noticed his eyelids drooping and his breath hitching slightly. She remembered they had arrived on the planet next to a giant lime stone which wasn't incredibly hard to spot. Thankfully, it came in to view as Rose turned in the path. But just as she spotted it, the Doctor suddenly let out a loud grunt and he grabbed onto Rose's arm with strength that dragged her down as he seemed to double over in agony, his hands clutching his stomach.
"Doctor?!" Rose exclaimed out of shock and fear as she tried to steady
Revolver REVOLUTION - A New Beginning - Ch. 3 Enough light from the screen reflected onto the guardian, revealing Grinder with his fangs growling and his creepy eyes fixed onto the screen. He changed the screen to view Herbie's crowning moments. As he stood there awaiting answers. The screen showed Herbie driving through the El Dorado Grand Prix of 1969, with Jim Douglas, Tennessee Steinmetz and Carole Bennett all inside him. "Nice going Herbie!" Jim complimented. It then showed him bouncing on a lake, covering Peter Thorndyke and his special in mud. It then skipped to him chasing Alonzo Hawk with an army of Volkswagen Beetles. Then it skipped to the 1977 Trans-France Race, where it showed Herbie beating a Ferrari driver by going upside down inside a tunnel, with Jim Douglas and Wheelie Applegate shocked by his sudden move. Then it showed Herbie and young Paco helping to destroy and tear apart a Cessna.
"What makes you tick little car? I'm interested to know..." Grinder went forward a bit and
Trials of Ravon: Chapter 1 "YO RAVON! FACELESS IS CALLING A HOUSE MEETING!" Ravon's eyes jolted open, as she glares at Ticci-Toby who under his mouth-guard was smirking as he backs away from her ear. She lowers her hands, gets up from her cross legged position and keeps glaring at Toby with a white and green stare. "Damn it Toby! What did I tell you about coming in my room when I am meditating?!" She growls, pushing him onto the ground and Ticci-Toby just chuckles, pleased at the fact that he ruined her free time.
"Sorry Princess, but old White Face himself told me to get you. He wants every Proxy to attend and that means you too. Sorry, but being blind in one eye doesn't exclude you Indie!" He cackles and runs out of the room before Ravon could give him a few chew outs and a good whack on the head. "Fuck you." She hisses under her breath and grabs her mask, looking at the Operator symbol that decorated the left eye hole of her mask. Ravon frowns,
Our Frist And Only Daughter Chapter 3NOTICE: This Is A Slash/Yaoi Or Whatever You Call It Thing. So If You Don't Like Things Like That Please Back Off And Stay Away From This Story -_- Thank You! Hello Everyone This Is Chapter 3. Hope You Enjoy It. ^^ Chapter 4 Coming Soon.
"it must wasn't nothing" said Haddock.
"Maybe....." said Tintin with a curious look on his face.
Suddenly sounds of foot steps coming in the room.
Good Morning my dear friends!" said Professor Calculus.
Good Morning Professor" said Tintin and Haddock with big smiles on their faces.
And how my little niece doing this morning? said Professor Calculus.
"Hee-hee-hee!" said Julie.
Julie hugs Calculus.
"Full of energy waiting for captain" said Tintin.
"Is she like that all the time? said Professor Calculus.
"well,she always happy to see the captain but really no only if she eaten too much sweets. which me an
DeadHe crept through the dark house, searching for his target. Finally, he creeps up the stairs, spotting his victim tucked away in bed. The poor fellow; he didn't even know that these would be his final moments...
He stands still for a few moments, watching the man sleep. Slowly, a sinister smile creeps up upon his face, his eyes glowing their eery red colour. He holds the sharpened wood behind his back, simply waiting. For what? Nothing; he simply savors this moment; the final moment in which his enemy of many years will be allowed to live. The final moments of his simply waiting in the shadows, waiting to once more take power over what is rightfully his. As the vampire lying in the bed rolls over to his back, the murderer's smile widens. This is the time. He raises the stake above his head, bringing it down quickly, striking through the vampire's heart. Instantly, the vampire's eyes shoot open. He knows he is not long for this world. The murderer creeps away, out of the house, away from
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