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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.
2p F.A.C.E Family x child reader part 152p F.A.C.E Family x child reader part 15
"M-Matt? weres papa?" I whisper, he looked up and sighed.
"they are at home, Oliver was here all week last week, Francis the week before and Al before that, it's my turn this week-I best call them" I grab his arm quickly.
"non! no! nyet! don't go! I don't wanna be here alone! what happened!!" I yelled, tears in my eyes, he looked at me and softly petted my head.
"you were sleeping when it happened......you remember that Luciano and his 'friends?" I nodded softly, already scared.
"they broke in, Luciano's mafia distracted us, whilst we were fighting those 3 went up stairs and took you.....they left a note and had used a drug on you.....they beat you with in a inch of your life, raped you a-and....they....they...." he couldn't even form words and with in minutes I saw why, holding up a mirror to me I saw that on my head was two small fox ears, fear gripping me I turned behind my self and saw the fox tail to go with it.
"t-they made me a freak?" I
Notes- Chapter 1
January 28, 2003,10:00 p.m. in a small town south of San Antonio…
“In today’s news reports a young boy named Tom Lutherford has gone missing last night. He is 3’10; most of his classmates refer him as Tommy, he has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with freckles. If you find him or have seen him call the number on the screen, thank you for staying tuned to News45”
Ten years have passed since that event...
The sun’s rays traveled through the room, a young man sat on his bed, his furry blue hair seemingly to shine a lighter color. “Ashton sweetie we’re moving today…” A young slender woman in her mid-30’s spoke softly. “Again…, I thought we were going to stay here permanently in New York… you promised”, He shouted. “Yes, but your father was sent to work for a good reason… he’s really an important asset to the company…” She stopped as she felt that i
The Brood of Dr.Chen: A Story in their Eyes
Chapter 2: A Story in Their Eyes
Back at the police station the men tried to sort out the mess.
“Absolutely incredible,” Sergeant Wilkins shouted. “Are you sure this was the work of that devil doctor of yours?”
“Yes,” Cedric Nyles said. “This was indeed the doctor, I think we can consider him alive and dangerous.”
“How the devil does this Ching manage to completely bypass our security and murder a man I'd have sworn was safer than the president himself.”
“His name is Chen,” Cedric corrected. “Qin Shi Chen, he's a doctor of medicine, or history, and of occult studies...”
“Well, whatever he is he just made fools of this entire department, and let me tell you that's the last thing we need. The press still think of us all as shiftless Bolsheviks and the public isn't likely to think much better.”
Nyles and Wilkins paced the second floor office. Blains, the Secret Service man, sat at the desk, pip
Germany x Child Reader part 32Germany x Child Reader Part 32
[Name]-Obviously you name [H/C]-Hair Colour [H/L]-Hair Length [E/C]-Eye Colour ~...~-thoughts
it's been a month since Christmas, my Vattie and France had been talking and today me, Vattie, France and Alec were going on a camping trip, Prussia was a adult again so he stayed home, I groaned as we drove.
"sooo borrreedd" I whine, France's laugh is heard with Vattie's as he whispers to Vattie something.
"really? guys whats going on?" I ask poking them, Alec laughs as France turned from the passenger seat and pets my head.
"nothing you would under stand~" he said, making me feel like I was 3.
"urgggg I am so bored! can we like hurry up and get to the camp site?!" I yelled, France smirks at me.
"children who don't behave in the car are children who will end up with a red bottom" I blush red as he moves forward.
"France, enough, come on we are here" vattie said, I grinne
Great Mouse Reporter - Chapter 18Fievel led his friends down the streets of New York, winding around human footsteps on the sidewalk and looking for any sign at all of what may have become of Tanya as they headed toward Tammany Hall.
"Ah don't know how we'll find yer sister in all this." Olivia remarked, keeping close to the wall of a building as they walked with her tomahawk dangling from a belt the Lenape had given her to wear.
"I don't know either," he said, "I know how hard it can be trying to find family members in the big city. But maybe we'll see her in the crowd somewhere, you never know."
Vartan kept a vigilant lookout, walking with the spear in his hands, "I will know when we get close."
It was a long walk for the mice, going down Mott Street. It was a notorious cat territory in the early to mid 1880's, and had become one again. Luckily there were enough people around that the mice could hide among them, as long as they avoided their feet.
"I wonder what it must be like bein' so big," Olivia wondered as she
Smelling Peaches Off of Tetra. Chapter 1I've been walking. I've been walking for such a long time now. I'm not going anywhere in particular. Just going where the light is. I don't like it in the dark. That's where the other ghosts prowl. Even though I'm one of them, they treat me differently. They overwhelm me with such fear that sometimes I feel more like a human. I thought death was supposed to be some kind of relief. Why do I have to go through this? I hate all of the spirits for being so mean. Their laughs and howls always haunt me. Who ever heard of a ghost being haunted? Hate isn't such a great word to describe my feeling for them, though. I hate the word hate. It's just always used as an exaggeration. Like when people say they hate their mothers. That makes me mad because . . . I don't even have a mother to hate. I guess I just dislike the ghostly behavior. They think I'm some abomination. Just because I appear differently doesn't mean I'm some outcast. I could tell them to stop, but I'm too scared and polite to say a
The Man Down the Street (part 3)
That was the first year, the time when Nathan went missing. Everyone went berserk trying to find him, insisting he had wandered off in those woods opposite the road, but I didn't think he was lost.
I had a feeling he was gone for good. I didn't tell anyone since I was afraid I might go to jail (I didn't really understand how these things worked back then), but I wasn't hopeful like everyone else. I was sad for a while, but I made friends with Jerome shortly after.
Jerome was a fearless kid. He was the only one who ever went up to the strange man's house and looked into his windows.
I kept warning him, saying that he was going to get himself into trouble if he wasn't careful, but it seemed to only encourage him.
Jerome went missing later that fall.
Before long, I was afraid to make friends because they all seemed to vanish... I didn't realize until later that it seemed to only be kids who were near the man's yard at one point.
Nathan lived next door.
Jerome snuck into his yard and looke
One Outlandish Adventure 12Tanner's POV:
I could really use some caffeine for my system right now. I'm pretty sure it's way past midnight by now. Right now, I'm walking in this city, which actually seemed like a low-classed Venice, Italy. I was in the more dark area of this place, which was making me more nervous than I was by the last couple hours. I mean, again, it's past midnight, I have no clue where my girlfriend is and also nowhere for me to know where she is, and water scares me. It was HELL of a relied that I actually survived. Thankfully, I had a flashlight, which was given to me by someone who lived in this city. They told me that I would need it in case if a group of thieves that were on SPA's most wanted came after me...okay, I could just run if that ever happens.
Right now, I had nothing else to do but to walk around with the flashlight in my hand...and whistle. I whistle when I'm really nervous. The littlest sounds would freak me out, even more without my whistling.
I stopped whistling after
The Man Near the Dock
There's a story that everyone in the coastal town knows (which is omitted here to keep their privacy-- it isn't a tourist attraction, and visitors make the townspeople nervous for very obvious reasons)... It doesn't travel beyond the town's property lines very often, so you probably haven't heard it.
They say there's something weird about the docks. No one can quite agree if it's just a strange man, a ghost, an alien, or something even more bizarre... But several people have seen it. Not many have seen it up close, mind you, but there are plenty of witnesses who have seen a shadowy figure near the harbor late at night.
No one really knows why this creature is so scary, but it's caused everyone in the sleepy harbor town to begin locking their doors. They don't know why; they've never heard about the "Dock Man" entering anyone's houses -- none have seen him entering, anyway -- They just feel safer this way. They draw the curtains, turn out all the lights, and avoid every window that over
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
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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