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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 3
Kurai was still in pursuit of the man walking alone. The man turned a corner and Kurai followed; out of sight. He saw that the man was headed towards an apartment building, probably where he lived.
Moving more quickly now, Kurai went ahead of the man and towards the apartment building. The harsh white light of the light bulbs near the entrance of the building left dark shadows behind objects and around corners; Kurai crawled behind one of the corners and waited.
The man walked closer to the entrance; unaware of the creature lurking in the darkness of the night. He reached for the handle of the door like everything was normal; when sudden
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6
Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.
Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.
After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.
“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.
Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.
“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 8
Kagekao was still confined to staying inside the house. It was a good thing, even if Kage didn’t see it that way, because his wounds hadn’t fully healed yet; however, because he couldn’t go outside, he was constantly bored throughout the day.
When night finally arrived, Kage climbed into bed to go to sleep. After a few long minutes, he felt himself drifting off; but someone opened the door to his room and rushed inside. It was Yuki; she shut the door silently and then looked at Kage.
“お母さん? 何で-？” (Mom? What is-?) Kage started, but Yuki quickly motioned for him
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 5
Kagekao approached the city. He looked around to make sure there were no humans nearby, and entered it. It felt odd, disobeying his parents like this. He’d never really done it before, but right now he felt like he had to.
He climbed up to the top of a building and looked around for the shinigami. Seeing no one, he continued the search deeper into the city. He saw a few humans, but avoided them. Climbing along the rooftops, he continued his search.
* * *
After a while of searching; he saw someone walking along the sidewalk. They had three large pairs of wings on their back, and a mask and faceplate on. Kage climbed closer silentl
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4
“お父さん. . .” (Dad . . .)
Kagekao knelt by his father, crying. The day had been so happy and fun; and now this. The night was silent, no cars, no people, nothing.
Kage felt something new start to burn inside him; what was that? . . . hate?
Scollex’s body had burned up into sparks and ashes, which drifted away on the wind and disappeared out of sight. Yuki picked up the silver daggers which remained, and then ran over to Kage and Kurai.
“クライ!” (Kurai!) She bent down and started to try and find any sign that he was still alive.
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 9
Kage closed his eyes tightly, hoping that it was all a dream; some horrible nightmare that had struck in the night. He hoped that he would wake up soon, and everything would be normal.
He opened his eyes; everything was still in its ruined state. He closed his eyes and opened them again; still the same. Kage stood up, but moving had made the open wound on his chest hurt again. He sat back down and sighed. This wasn’t a dream; it hurt too much to be a dream.
Kage sat and waited. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed, everything seemed to drag out. What he perceived as minutes were probably just seconds. Maybe he should jus
The Tournament - Chpt. 2"Los Ciebos, Room 41-7" Read the small paper Nemesis held in her hand, that was the hotel she had been assigned to stay meanwhile in the competition. Only two of the competitors knew how to speak a basic Spanish to talk to the residents if there was anything they might need, which wasn't much, apart from food. They were there to survive.
She looked up at the sign on top of the entrance door, which matched the one on the small reference paper she had been given. Nemesis was carrying a thick suitcase, which contained all the weaponry she was going to need. She scanned the surroundings to make sure there was nobody lingering, who may take a look at her curious-looking mask.
She dag her hand into her pocket and pulled out an accessibility card of the hotel, which she'd use to enter her respective room. She paced silently towards the entrance door and pulled at it to open, the tiny label on the door read "Empuje" (push), but she did not know the meaning of it, so she had to try
The Unknown World- Chapter 2 Warning: This story contains the following; Alcohol and Drug abuse (later in the story). Some sexual content and Horror. ~And thanks to all of you guys who liked and favorite my story that made me really happy and so I will write a story you are going to love ~
As soon a Cry said something about me being up, they all looked in my direction. Scott look even more madder than before. Red walked up to me and crouched down to were I was sitting.
“Hey are you ok?” She asked. I nodded and looked over to Scott’s direction and moved closer to her. She looked at Scott and than back at me. “Don’t worry he won’t hurt you… but something’s out here will hurt you so I would suggest getting up, can you walk?” She asked. I nodded and stood up, slowly started walking towards where everyone was standing.
Playing With One's Food
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes o
Dreamless Nightmares CHAPTER 4After their short ride to the Library, the both of them sprinted in through the south entry way.
"Batter, we're gonna be late! I don't know if I should be concerned or relieved!"
Zacharie ranted worryingly, irking The Batter with his constant chatter.
"It's 7:55. We have time."
The Batter replied back, panting because of all the running. Zacharie hacked a few times, tripping and trying to keep up with him.
"THAT'S FIVE MINUTES!"
The Batter clutched onto Zacharie's face and dragged him.
"If you can't keep up, I'll make you keep up."
Zacharie's pleas came out as muffled screeches as The Batter made his way up the stairs. He slammed Zach
The Bathtime IncidentDisclaimer: Don't own YGO.
Qualifier Requirements: Must concern any or all of the Bakuras (Ryou/Yami Bakura/TKB/Zorc *seeing as Yami Bakura is apparently Zorc*), must involve bathtime.
Author Handicap: Must be run serious - can one create a dark bathtime-oriented fic?
Reviews/Comments: Concrit and praise are much loved. Unintelligent flaming is not. Since the contest isn't yet over, I'd be pleased to get some feedback on this, see if I can revise it a little before the due date.
Categories (for FFDotNet submission): Hurt/Comfort and Horror.
The Bathtime Incident
The rain poured down on the ten–year–old, currently struggling soggily down the road with school bag dragging. His normally immaculate clothes were muddied and weighed down, head hanging as he beheld his once–white sneakers before him, stained with
Nowy swiat roz.2Nowy świat roz. 2
- Dzień dobry dziewczy…- zaczęła mama Rozz i natychmiast zamilkła. Jej tata również. Rodzice nie mogli uwierzyć w to co zobaczyli. W kuchni siedziały obce dziewczyny, które wyglądały jakby spadły z choinki. Matka i ojciec Rozz wpatrywali się w nie tępo, kiedy wreszcie ciszę przerwała Agnieszka.
-Tato, mamo. Chciałyśmy wam z Julią coś ogłosić…
-To będzie raczej rozmowa na osobności- dodała Rozz po czym zaprowadziła rodziców do pokoju. Aga została z dziewczynami.
BROTHERS-CHAPTER 210 years later
Ten years went from the day the hungry wolf marked its pray.
I lost every contact with him.To be honest,I actually dont know if he is alive.But no,I wouldnt want to turn like that...not one bit.He was the least guilty for our fathers anger.Well,our father wouldnt be like that if our mother was still alive.He loved her very much,but when he saw her weak,drained body on the white hospital bed,he freaked out.That was the only reason he turned to alcohol.
But enough of that.Let us continue to the next decade.I have build many things from those past years.
I have become a comic book artist.I had a small studio,connected a couple of miles from my house...not more not less.I gained many wonderfull friends too!
,,Ummm Toni?" A gentle looking girl spoke my name.I shouldnt have daydreamed.
,,Sorry Jul,i was just daydreaming".She continued...
Ghost Ch.1 Dianna sulked through the halls of her middle school. Girls trailed behind, chanting offensive names and kicking her as she walked by. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt that had a worn image of Michael Jackson. She looked at her sweatshirt and it gave her thought: Smile. So she did, so not all hope was lost. Suddenly she felt proud. She picked up her feet a little higher. Her penny loafers shined in the light from a glare in the hall. He some kid grabbed her black, curly ponytail and yanked. Hard.
“Listen up. Don’t hold your head so high. You aint got nothing to be proud of, freak.”
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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