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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.
Mutation 101 Hetaliax Child!Readerx 2p!Hetalia 14
Lutz didn't want to do what he was about to. His role in the plan was to tie up (y/n), put her in the woods all by herself, then write the threatening letter to the 1p's giving them a list of demands in exchange for the 7 year old girl. It hurt him to think that he was going to do this to the child he raised like his own for four years but he had to remember they didn't steal her for personal reasons. They stole her for personal gain. So he passed on the task to someone who wanted her gone...Jason.
The American wasn't pleased when he was given Lutz's task. Not because he had to tie the child up and abandon her in the woods, he wanted that more than anything, but because he had to spend the day with her until she fell asleep THEN do the dirty work. So why couldn't someone else watch her during the day? Because Luciano wanted her dead, and if anyone else watched her they might second guess the plan and keep (y/n). So that was his job reguar
But a Child's Game- Prologue"My dear. You put on for me a show-- disguise your bluff beneath a blanket of lies-- and I, in turn, shall give you mine-- I will pluck the threads of your deceitful web one by one. In the middle of where a desert howls, down to deepest parts of a underwater trench, and up to where Rayquaza itself might have rest. All are places in which one of the three missing people might stay, but which one is it? Only one has been taken by myself, the other two are of no concern to me. Which one do I have? And where do they lay?
Dear daughter of the famed investigator, let us play but a child's game,"
A child's game. One with a simple board but complex rules to follow, yet by far one of the hardest game to truly play down to perfection-- to manipulate to your liking-- if one could not understand such things down to the word. That was what this was-- not a tedious game of 'Guess Who' where the answer would be obvious in a few turns, nor was it anything like 'Snakes and Ladders' where the
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 22Basil continuously paced back and forth at the bow of the ship, puffing on his pipe, stopping to stare at his pocket watch momentarily. It had been much the same for the past four days of the journey across the Atlantic, Dawson sitting on their suitcases, staring at the waves. Only now they could see land on the distant horizon.
"Really Basil, did we have to wait up here?" Dawson asked, fighting seasickness, "I don't want to know what could happen if a human were to find us. We should be docking soon enough, we want to be at the gangplank."
Basil suddenly grabbed Dawson by the collar of his shirt, "Dawson, if I hear one more chorus of "There Are No Cats in America" on this trip I fear I shall go quite insane. We are not going back to the lower deck with the immigrants. I need quiet, so that I can plan my moves when we get to the city."
He unhanded Dawson, and patted his head, continuing to pace, exhaling smoke from his pipe. He always smoked more heavily when stressed.
"So the ship Nel
The Girl Who Ran - PrologueI run through the streets as quickly and quietly as possible, trying not to drop the little girl in my arms. I need to take her to the children's home; it's the only place she can be safe. Her parents were kidnapped in a raid led by the National Guard, and she was severely injured. There was another little girl with them, but she got away. I have no idea what will happen to her parents, probably tortured or experimented on, but it was lucky that I got the little girl out alive. As I take a quick break in a nearby alleyway, I take a quick glance at the unconscious girl's face. One of her eyes has a large gash across it, and she has multiple cuts and bruises covering her body. The cuts and bruises will heal easily, but the injury on her eye will create a scar. I am on my way again and, in a matter of minutes, I find myself knocking on the door on the children's home.
A young lady comes out, her brown hair in a messy bun and green eyes curiously gazing at me from behind wire-rimmed
The Playroom of Miss Alice, Ch. 1 MISS ALICE'S POV
I'd wandered these twisted forests for years. I've scaled every mountain, and sailed every river. This place couldn't trap me! Not Alice King! Anything and everything was at my fingertips. I'd mastered this place.
Then that darn rabbit popped up, out of the blue! I don't know why, but I feel like he's threatening me. Like he's trying to take my future, my fate away from me. But who am I kidding? I haven't got a future. Not here. I haven't grown a day past ten years, in all my time here. I don't even remember my home, I just know that this isn't it. I suppose that I had a mother and father, once. But if I did, I can no longer remember. At first, I did all I could to regain my memories, but to no avail. Now, I feel that it's better this way. It doesn't hurt, because I'm mourning what I've lost. How could I, if I don't know what I had!? But when I'm around this rabbit, I feel like remembering. That's something I
Black Knight Chapter 22 [Part 1]
~ CHAPTER 22 [part 1] ~
Seattle itself was not a large city, compared to most of the other most well-known cities in the world, or even in the country. It was, however, notorious for its traffic, as well as the limited parking that seemed to be restricted for one reason or another. This, added with all the construction that seemed to be going on, delayed August and Alistair from getting to the Police headquarters by almost twenty minutes. The Seattle Police Headquarters was located on Fifth Avenue in the Justice Center, though August insisted they go to the west precinct on Virginia Street instead. He didn’t say why, despite Alistair’s questioning, but at last Alistair consented and drove there instead. Both August and
Detective Story: Chapter 6Chapter 6: After Eights
After Mr. Freddie D. Moore told them of his extremely interesting tale of how he and Henry had gotten into a fight over Ms. Gabrielle Thompkins, who was all the while sitting right with them as Freddie’s date as a matter of fact, it was time for the party to start departing.
They slowly left and as young Mr. Samuel was about to leave Charles grabbed him by the arm. “Before you go, I would like to ask you something.” The young man willing went along.
“Why were you so surprised to see Mr. Kingsman with Miss. Charlotte?”
Samuel hesitated to speak, “He is my uncle, Uncle Thomas.”
Charles let Samuel go as he contemplated his thoughts. Now everyone had gone expect for him and Graham. Miss Charlotte poured herself a drink as she watched Charles scan things over in the study.
“Graham,” Charles whispered. He skidded off across the manner every w
The Brood of Dr.Chen: Body at the Blind Tiger
Chapter 5: Body at the Blind Tiger
The papers carried the official explanation for the explosion:
A massive explosion that rocked the west end this morning and killed five is now known to have been caused by a ruptured gas line that ignited as a result of illegal excavation beneath an abandoned church. A responsible party has not been named, but officials state firmly that the danger is contained and that corrective measures are being enacted to ensure no repeat incidents.
Early reports that the destruction issued from an abandoned mansion in the area has been dispelled as rumor. One officer called the story “the last in a slough of haunted house stories” from the neighborhood.
Lester cut out the clipping as he sat at breakfast in his rented house. He sat in his robe, the window behind him pouring in sunlight, giving the impression that the adventures of the other night had all been a bad dream.
The Red Ink of Smash: PK Ink Saga (Chapter 3)Bowser…that freaking butt.
He’s the one that actually bullies most people here, and then apparently almost broke the sunflower field I planted for everyone.
“Bowser is acting like a freaking d*ck then he starts to get someone disappeared.” Peter states.
…So that means…Bowser snatched Ness? What…
“…Ness…” I mumbled.
First off, let me tell you my deepest secret ever, that I never told my brother, or even my mom…
I’m in love with Ness.
It all started way back when the tournament starts, which is a little while before Jigglypuff died. He’s been acting really warm to me and pretty much he’s my closest friend ever…
Nuh, what am I doing? Why am I thinking of the past when Ness disappeared? Ugh…
“Hey, hey, Lucas. Have something in mind?” Marth ask.
“Muh…no…” I lied once again.
“Lucas, stop lying.”
“N-no I’m not!”
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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