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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
A PoemA Poem
Always changing, never the same;
Always different, but always vibrant.
Not a day goes by
When she's not being completely,
This is a poem
About someone who will never
In their life
Be someone who they aren't.
Cat Allies x Kitten reader Remake part 1Cat Allies x Kitten reader part 1
The sound of my feet echoed in the lonesome ally's as I ran from the cold darkness of my old home, my short, matted fur hardly had any indication it was [F.C], my [E.C] eyes held nothing but sorrow as I ran, you see I'm a kitten of only 6 weeks, barely looking the part as I was the runt of a litter were my mother had killed almost all of my siblings, the only other one that was alive died this morning by the hands of those two legged monsters that gave mother food, I climbed through a whole in a fence, hoping that this way I would avoid any un-wanted attention.
after a good hour of jumping from fence to fence I felt the exhaustion starting to kick in, not forgetting the hunger, jumping one finale fence I misjudge the height and land on something soft and fluffy, I hear a bunch of un-cohearant words and feel my self slide off.
"mon du, I'm sorry Bell I don't know what that....was" his voice slowed as he looked at my small form, th
Cat Allies x Kitten reader Remake part 2Cat Allies x Kitten reader part 2
I awoke to the smell of roses, sitting up and opening my eyes I find that Francecat in front of me, giving out a squeak of shock I almost fall off the pillow I was on but feel something stop me, turning I see I wasn't on a pillow any more but on a two legged monster's lap, I shiver and shake as it looks at me and I see it's the one who washed me last night.
"mon-petite, calm down please? my owner and the others 'ave decided to keep you, your not going to be 'urt, I promise" he says, making me shiver, I hear the patter off feet and see two smaller two legged monsters run in.
"oh boy here comes Mathiew and Alfred" I blink looking at him in confusion.
"oh, they are my human's boys" he says happily as the loud one runs over first.
"papa France! papa France! is this the surprise? he's awesome! his name shall be superman and he will be my superman!" he then got into my face pushing Francecat aside a little.
"you are my Superman aint that right?" I puff out a
A Genius, a Doctor and a Little Girl: S2 Pt. 13"Oh, dear..."
"What's wrong, Lex?"
They were in their place now, the cat haunted playhouse on the edge of the playground, Alex sitting on the little bench, as Viola poured tea from a thremos into two small cups and set up a little snack box she'd brought of cookies and candies Mrs. Hudson had made for them.
The boy was looking through a newpaper he'd swiped from his teacher, the stick from a lollipop he'd eaten at lunch still hanging from his lips.
"Well it seems there's been a spike in crime lately... Two murders, a few disappearences and even a bank robbery in the last week."
"Oh my." She frowned, opening the box and fixing the cookies. "How many cookies do you want?"
"Just two." He took the stick from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear, folding the paper up and setting it aside as she settled down across from him. "And it seems that the robbery is just another in a long string of them over the last year and a half, usually in six month intervels with the exception of last one, w
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 24
The sun was setting outside when a group of mice climbed up out of a storm drain on a busy New York street. They were exhausted, out of breath, but alive.
"We can't stay out here for very long, the majority of us are wanted," said Nellie, looking around for some kind of shelter.
Cholena gazed about nervously, hoping no mice would recognize her.
"I think we're not far from Central Park," said Fievel, "We could hide out there."
'You may be right," said Nellie, getting her bearings straight and looking for a street sign to tell her where she was, "Come on, it's a few blocks away."
They ran down the gutters, successfully avoiding drawing the attention of any other mice. The fact that they were heading toward wild territory helped, as city mice generally avoided the area if possible. After some time, they passed by the black-barred fence around the park. They climbed up out of the gutter, and ran for the nearest bushes. They pushed on through the grass until coming upon a hollow tree stump.
Bring the Hammer Down pt. 1/6"I don't know about him, Sasha." a 16-year-old Lexie told her friend, "He doesn't look like the a kind of guy you should be hanging around..."
"What's so wrong about Justin?" Sasha defended, "Just because he actually notices my talents, that doesn't make him weird."
"It's not weird that concerns me, it's shadiness." Lexie looked behind her just to make sure she wasn't being spied on, "I--I over-hear things he says sometimes, and it sounds like trouble."
"You shouldn't be eves-dropping on anyone, Lexie. He could have been talking about anything. Besides, it's not gonna hurt me if I start working with him in Hammer Multinational."
Lexie could have kept the arguement going even further, but decided she wasn't going to get through to one of her closest friends, "I hope you're sure about that.."
That was the last time Lexie and Sasha spoke as friends. In 3 year's time, Sasha stopped accosiating with Lexie altogether. The closer she got
Femmes Fatales - ProloguePrologue
The Emerald Dragon Dojo – Okinawa Region, Japan
An unseasonably warm spring breeze swirled its way around a cherry tree lined courtyard. The delicate petals fell gracefully onto the warm stones, their hushed pink punctuating the dull sand colour of the pathway. The light clacking of sandals pierced the quietude as fifteen robed men filed out into the afternoon sun. Their tanned, taught bodies were hidden beneath light layers of soft hued kimonos. Together they formed a seated circle in the peaceful space.
The doors of the main house facing the courtyard slid open and the elegant figure of a woman stepped out. Her frame was clothed in a simple chartreuse silk kimono, beautifully accenting her ebony skin. A wild mass of black curly hair was pulled away from her face and was held to the side with dangling pins. She held several wooden boxes in her hands. As she stepped forward, two men appeared from the darkness of the main house. The elder, with his
Lift the Carpet Part 2Lift the Carpet Part 2
Her eyes stood out as ghastly pinpoints of white in the deep black of her eye sockets. She must have been beautiful once. Now her face was deathly pale where the light from a nearby window struck her and went through her. The side in shadow faded to a skull, the structure of her cheekbones a mockery of what fragile flesh must have covered. Her right hand was lifted, the translucent fingers seeming to point downward at a spot on the floor. My eyes traveled back to her face. Was that accusation I perceived? Pleading? What on God’s green earth would have prompted my normally jovial uncle to paint such a morbid fantasy of horror? I hesitated before turning the painting around. When I did, my heart sank and I physically felt ill. “What I saw at Chateau Bernard, 1933.”
The Rabbit's Hole | Club She figured The Rabbit Hole was hopping (no pun intended). It was 3:00 AM afterall. The woman had gone home to change into something suitable for the night club. She unclasped her blonde hair from its bun. Soft, delicate curls bounced as the hair evened itself out. She ran a hand through it to fix the bangs. The detective hated the rainy weather as it caused her hair to frizz. The blue dress stopped after her knees, and she felt uncomfortable (even if she wore black short shorts underneath). Pulling the dress down, Alice strutted toward the bouncer on duty.
‘It’s Dum tonight,’ she thought.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum wore were the twin bouncers’ club names. Nobody knew their given names not even the detective. Dum towered over her 5’2” frame. She wagered he topped the 6’ height chart. His buzz cut, black hair had him looking intimidating as ever. He looked over his sunglasses as he noticed Alice approaching. He placed his arm in f
Readr. (1) Take a Journey.Readr. Pick up the Note.
Hello, Dear Readr. I am Writr. I am here to aid you in the adventure you are about to take. Tips and Suggestions may be found around any corners, so do Keep an Eye Out for Clues and other Notes very similar to this one along your Journey. They Will be quite Helpful. Signed, Writr.
Readr. Make Mental Note and Look around your Room.
You make a Mental Note to keep an Eye Out for clues and other Notes very similar to the one you have just read. Apparently, they will be quite Helpful. You also decide to glance around your Room a bit. Your Room is quite small. You are currently sitting on your White Bed with White Sheets and a White Pillow. You look over the edge of your Bed to see the Grey Carpet, and Numerous Papers scattered about it. Across from you is your Grey Desk with a Black Laptop sitting upon it, surrounded by Various Other Objects that you own. There is a Notepad and a Pen next to it, and this appears to be where the
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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