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Originator - Chapter 1It all started one winter Thursday morning, the light of the sun trying to seep through and tempt my face with its warmth. I wriggled in my bed and pulled the patterned comforter over my head, trying to block out the sun’s rays. I soon could not block out the light for much longer as I sat up in my bed, my dark hair flowing untamed and my black eyes still tired. I let out a large yawn and stretched my arms high above my head.
I looked over at my alarm clock as I scratched my head and found that it was only six in the morning. I felt my temper slightly flare as I glared at the clock. I wanted to slam my fist onto the blasted thing, but instead let out an exasperated sigh and said, “I woke up too early!”
I tried to pull the covers back over my face. It was the second to last day of school before Winter break, but that was not why this day was important to me. Today was the day that my father, Jong-Su Julgi had pass
Leaving the past behind- CorniliaLeaving the past behind- SPN oc fanfiction- Cornilia
The last few weeks had not been easy for Cornilia. Her grades had dropped dramatically, and with the death of one of her closest friends....she just couldn't focus. However it wasn't a traditional stage of mourning Cornilia was in. Oh no, Cornilia had long since let her friend go. It was the Vampiric case she took on a few weeks ago with the Winchesters that puzzled her. Their stupid faces wouldn't get out of her head.
So here she laid on her back, in her apartment alone. Grungy music played from her old CD player, the machine just a year maybe months away from breaking permanently.
A cigarette hung loosely on her lips, she pursed them to tick the stick back-and-forth.
"I'm not listening to you, I am wondering right through existence." The singer sang.
Cornilia rolled over from her back to her stomach. She removed the cigarette from her mouth and placed it in a small ceramic ash tray. She ran a hand through her multicolored hai
Story of RosesStanza 1
On the first day of spring,
As a woman ran through the park
She passed a weeping willow, surrounded by lavender roses
Beside the weeping willow,
She saw a man, who looked at her
One of the roses in his hand
Over the next few months,
The man and the woman became good friends
Going through quite a few twists and turns in their friendship
Then one day, the man gave to her
A deep pink rose showing his gratitude
On the day all lovers celebrate,
A man normally gives his love roses of cadmium red
To portray his love and affection
But upon her doorstep, instead of one a shade of red
The woman found a rose the shade of yellow
From the man who only wished to see her smile
As the year went well into the spring
On the day the woman’s birth
The man ha
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Overlook(ed)A lot of people seemed to think that when you hacked a security camera, it sparked, or shuddered, or suddenly lost motor control and just stared at the ground. Reality was a lot more mundane: the cameras behaved exactly like they always did, just without transmitting anything. The information flow was intercepted and overlaid with a loop of stock video made to look like the camera’s normal feed; ideally, at the other end of the line, whoever or whatever was watching would never notice the tampering. In and out, let no one know – that was Tayl’s modus operandi, even when he wasn’t on the job. The cameras continued their silent watch, and he crept past unseen.
“I’m not sure why I keep coming back here… what I’m trying to prove, or what questions I’m trying to answer. I guess it’s just easier to think up here, even if the smog makes it hard to breathe. It’s like a map, kinda, like something you’d see on the web, just
Late Night SnackI looked at the unappetizing strand in the peanut butter and sighed. My wife makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and uses the same knife to spread both condiments. As a result, sometimes the strawberry preserves get mixed in with the peanut butter.
I examined the strand for a minute before slathering it along my bread with a thick layer of peanut butter. One end of it was a small gelatinous blob, discolored from the peanut butter. The formerly red piece of strawberry had taken on a dull gray hue. From there, a thin strand dangled. The piece stretched across two points on the bread before it was covered by more peanut butter.
I talked with my wife about it later. “When you’re making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I wish you wouldn’t use the same utensil for both the peanut butter and jelly.”
She gave me a curious look. “Dear, I’ve been doing that for months!”
Missed AppointmentI’m a bit early for the appointment, waiting on the side of the road on a clear night. The road is a well-kept state road that is a relative straight way through several different towns. It is also problematic. Because it is a straight road, many people have fallen asleep and caused accidents. The county sheriff has signs on the side of the road advising people to run their lights even in daytime to improve visibility. There are also rumble strips down the center and sides of the road. Still, the road is familiar to me.
I absentmindedly thumb the bas-relief hourglass on my silver watch. I’ve done it for decades. Yet the details of the individual grains of sand in the hourglass, and the fine lines of the forward-sweeping wings, show no wear.
It isn’t long before I see headlights. One set is coming toward another set from the opposite direction. I soon see that one set belongs to a pickup truck and the other set to a car. I watch as the truck veers into the car’s
The Landlady and the Poet
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE LANDLADY AND THE POET
SPECIAL COLLECTOR'S EDITION
Written by Diane N. Tran
To the attentive yet long-suffering landladies of Baker Street, you are not forgotten in my books.
It was a bitterly frozen December evening, and the snow from the many days still collected deep upon the ground, shimmering brightly in the winter moon. Down the centre of Baker Street, it had been ploughed into brown crumbly bands by traffic; but at either side and on the heaped-up edges of the footpaths, it still lay as white as when it fell. The grey pavement had been cleaned and scraped, but was still dangerously slippery, so there were fewer passengers than usual.
It began to snow again as the landlady of Lower 221B closed the scarlet curtains over the ice-panned window. She blew into her hands for some warmth after touching the frigid glass and rubbed her arms, heading for the fireplace. The woman toiled
TGMD: Dawson's Perspective - Fan Fiction 2He had tried to grab my left sleeve to prevent me, but Basil had been just a few seconds too slow. In all our time as friends, I have found that it is only in circumstances such as these that his otherwise steel trap of a mind becomes a bit muddled. I took my coat and hat in hand and turned to face him, briefly, only to see that he was looking back at me with a look of such helplessness in his eyes, that the sympathetic look I gave him in return was quite involuntarily displayed. Had I been leaving him with a gang of murderous thugs, instead of the genteel lady sitting in the seat across from him, I doubt the look on his face could've been any more desperate.
But what would he have had me do? She had requested to see Basil. Alone. On a matter of obvious, unofficial importance. No doubt he knew as well as I what it was, perhaps even better than I, and as much as he wished me to stay; I simply couldn't refuse the lady's request. I turned and exited the flat, closing the door behind me to
TGMD: Professions and Confessions - Fan Fiction 1Basil of Baker Street paced the living room floor restlessly. It had been six days, thirteen hours, and thirty-five minutes since his last case, and he was feeling just a little—
"Positively, undeniably, and excruciatingly bored!" Basil grumped aloud, startling his good friend Dr. Dawson, who had been quietly reading the morning paper in one of the two armchairs by the fireplace.
"It's absurd!" Basil continued, unhappily. "It's completely and utterly unbearable, that's what is!" He trudged his way up to the fireplace. "All of London surrounds me, and yet not one, not one potential client has so much as sent an inquiry for my services! Dawson, if I don't have something to occupy my mind soon, I shall go mad!"
Basil erected a fist into the air for emphasis. "Mad I tell you!"
The retired army surgeon lowered his newspaper and glanced over the rims of his reading glasses at his younger, far more dramatically inclined friend, and smiled warmly.
"Oh Basil, come come now,"
You Are My Sister - A Resident Evil ShortClaire Redfield’s Residence
Park Street, Washington, DC
5/14/2010, 6:43 PM EST
There it is! Sherry was near giddy with excitement as soon as Claire’s house came into view.
The anticipation for tonight had been building all week. The work day was finally over, the weekend was here, and now it was time for her to enjoy this special evening. Not only did this mark her very first visit to Claire’s home, but it also held another important meaning. Today was her birthday, and she would be spending it with her best friend! What more could she possibly ask for?
Turning into the driveway, Sherry brought her vehicle to a stop behind Claire’s and turned off the engine. Wasting no time, she’d barely put her keys in her pocket when she quickly reached across the passenger’s seat and grabbed the items she’d brought along with her – an overnight bag and her sleeping bag.
When she had spoken with Claire earlier in the week, her best f
Science and Fiction - 643/1000Saturday, March 22, 2014
I slept in until noon just
because I could.
Mom made me brunch,
and I sat around all day
long, watching shows
with her when she wasn’t
or putting something else away.
“How have you been?”
asked my dad
sometime in the evening.
“You’ve hardly looked
at me since you’ve been home.”
I made a point to make
and hold eye contact.
“I’m fine,” I said.
His gaze didn’t waver,
so I did instead.
“Okay, I haven’t
I haven’t wanted to
talk to any of my friends,
I haven’t wanted to
do any of my homework,
I haven’t really wanted to
do anything at all.”
My dad pursed his lips,
and I had to look away.
“I know, I’m crazy or
something, and I
can’t explain it, or
figure out how to get
rid of it—”
“You’re not crazy,”
he said, and there
was nothing else
he could’ve said
in that moment
A Shattered Soul - PoemWaves crash upon a milk white shore
The breeze is warm and fresh
Sparkless eyes stare up at the skies
Longing to forget...
Yet even as the world around
Whispers of beauty and of hope
The storms within are still darkening
In the light of all that has been broke
The birds may sing...
The sun may shine...
And the waters glisten in their swell...
But what in all creation...
Can make a shattered soul... be well?
A Charity BallEveryone thought I arrived 'fashionably late'
To make an entrance, a statement.
No one knew I couldn't come early, discreetly
Because I had to work.
Everyone said I looked gorgeous
In pale lilac that brushed the floor.
No one knew I cried in a toilet stall
Because I couldn't kill my insecurities.
Everyone believed that I was intelligent
A knowledgeable young woman of high regard.
No one seems to understand there is a big difference
Between theory and reality.
Everyone assumed my eyes scanned everywhere
Taking it all in.
No one knew my eyes were only ever on one
And his eyes were never on me.
Everyone thought I had fun.
No one knew I wished I'd never come.
Science and Fiction - 641/1000Wednesday, March 19, 2014
I can’t wait for spring break.
Yes, future self who isn’t
reading the loose pages
that I probably won’t even keep,
I have been writing every
single day since Dr. Hilliard’s
challenge, but I haven’t
bothered to try to write
anything other than what
I’m currently feeling.
Which is despair.
Okay, not really, but
Georgia is also feeling
the pre-spring break
drag. Also my hand
has been cramping more
often now that I’m
writing by hand
I haven’t talked to you
in probably a month.
That’s a lie, but that’s
how it feels at this point.
You’re not mad,
you told me,
you understand what
it feels like to just be
for a while.
That’s what Georgia
said too, so I guess
it’s not crazy.
I feel crazy.
I texted my parents,
because if I’d called,
we would’ve been on
the phone for at least
And they told me not to
worry, that I’ll
His World is Shaking No matter which way the boy looked, the expanse of desert was endless in all directions. The hot, hot sun shone so brightly in the white sky and the sand beneath glowed such a radiant beige that it hurt his eyes no matter which way he looked.
There was no wind in the everlasting wasteland. The air was silent and still, so very hot and dry. It stuck in his parched throat, choking him with every breath.
He walked for miles, across vast flatness and sloping dunes, but everything looked the same. In front of him was clear and still; behind was marred only by his single trail of footprints whose beginning was long past. Nothing else gave way to the emptiness. No marker, no monument, no indication of any kind that he had actually moved at all. Had he walked all of those footprints, or had they been there all along?
The boy looked about, d
A Forgetful Day 1A man slowly adjusts to his new reality. An age regression story. 3 min read.
In the house opposite mine lives a stocky, sandy-haired man. This morning, he and I opened our kitchen windows simultaneously and stared at each other for an instant in a shocked surprise. I hurriedly looked up at the sky, as though to check what the weather was like, while he glanced sidelong to the driveway, as if to see if the mail had arrived.
I do not like my neighbor much. He is regular and orderly and leads an utterly blameless life. My wife Elysa tells me he leaves for work early each morning, and when he returns home late in the afternoon, he can be seen sweeping the front porch, taking the laundry off the clothes line, or washing the dishes. On Sunday mornings, he dutifully sets up the lawn sprinklers, and then scrubs and polishes his silver Lexus. Every other weekend, he and his wife have friends over, and the cheery sounds of laughter and the burning scent of grilling stea
[Ch 12] Talent =/= Gift
Jack missed his bathroom back home. It was private, for one; his parents shared the master bathroom on his house’s lower level, leaving the upstairs just for him. There was certainly no sharing it with hundreds of strangers. His bathroom was also right next to his room, meaning it was a quick trip there and back, not like the trek down the hall to the public restroom on the Lion House’s third floor.
‘I’ll never take it for granted again,’ he thought as he trudged groggily along the corridor.
It was after midnight. The moon was shining huge and brightly through the large window at the end of the commons area. Jack had just been drifting off to sleep, having finally been granted silence from the incessant clattering of his roommate’s keyboard, when nature had called. It was irritating, to say the least.
Team Underground(UNDG): Our Journey Begins(Part 5)Dunwall’s POV:
No one had seen Upsilon at all since the assembly, but it didn’t bother Dunwall too much. He was already good friends with a kind of lazy but cool guy and a crazy chick who was the most positive person he had ever met. She was a special kind of crazy though, she was the rarest kind that almost needed to be protected from the world so it wouldn’t fade away.
“EARTH TO DUNWALL!” Noelani screamed in his ear, making him shout and fall onto his back, and causing Griff to snicker at the sight. “Are you listening to us?”
“Sorry Noel,” he rubbed the back of his head with a nervous smile, “I got lost in thought, can you please repeat the question?”
“I was asking if you were excited for the initiation tomorrow!” She grinned while flopping back into her sleeping bag, her colorful hair framing her head in a bright halo. “I know
Sentinel - Chapter Fifty-TwoTitle: Sentinel
Game: Mass Effect
characters/pairing: Male John Shepard/Kaidan Alenko
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my own playthrough of the games. ... Sadly, I don't make money out of it.
The wait hadn’t been the worst part about everything, despite the fact that time felt like it was passing oh, so very slowly.
No, the worse part had been the feeling of being helpless. Even though they were right there, both Kaidan and Tali could do very little to help Shepard while he was wandering around in the Geth consensus with only Legion as his companion.
Legion had seemingly powered down just a few seconds after its last words to Kaidan, joining with Shepard inside the Geth consensus. It was weird to think about so Kaidan tried not to think about it too hard considering that what they were doing… It wasn’t supposed to be possible yet.
Tali didn’t seem to worry about that fact, but Kaidan was still unfamiliar with th
Team Underground(UNDG): Our Journey Begins(Part 3)Upsilon’s POV:
I gathered up my duffle bag as the transport smoothly touched down on the ground, Noelani asked if I wanted to walk with her and Dunwall to the main hall but I declined politely. I wasn’t really in a talkative mood, I just wanted to do my own thing and explore the place I had to call home for the next four years. Most people wanted to get off the ship as soon as possible since the majority of them had been on there for twelve hours or longer if they’d been on there the entire trip which started in Vacuo, so I let the chaos pass while I sat patiently in my seat. I grabbed my headphones again, I knew there was going to be a lot of noise out there and I didn’t want to get overwhelmed with the sound since that tended to happen with my wolf ears—even when they were hidden.
After about five minutes, I was the
Team Underground(UNDG): Our Journey Begins(Part 2)Noelani’s POV:
Noelani talked to Dunwall the entire five-hour trip, he was so nice! He told her all about his adventures in sailing around Anima and how he was raised more on the ocean than on the land.
“So, what about you?” He finally asked after explaining how much he enjoyed that freedom, “Anything interesting about your home life?”
“Eh, nothing other than my mild insanity and deranged personality.” She said with a slight scoff, making her new friend chuckle, and shake his head but then she added, “That was serious.”
“Oh,” the light in his eyes faded, “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“No, no! No, you’re fine! I just thought I should tell you in case we start hanging out more.” She bit her lip with nervousness as she felt her negativity grow, “I mean only if you want to! I don’t want to be one of those a
The Guilty Among Us (WIP)Have you ever wondered what lines are made of? What is it about them that makes them so unyielding to cross? What makes them obscure to my eyes? I do not know, and maybe I never will. Wonder gives off a strange feeling, but I’m mostly confused. I do not feel like an evil being, I’m not ill, I just wish to lay my companions to rest. What makes that a bad thing? If they have such a great afterlife, what is so nefarious about sending them there? Why are they so afraid to go?
I have been playing with the idea of universal selfishness. I would be executed for my ‘crime’ but I think all beings are mostly mournful to see something familiar to them be taken away, or shifted. I do not count on their grief, and I’m regretful to cause it, but It interests me so. It is strange, to be something so revered, and still do something so out of character. But you don’t have to be a human to feel.
Maybe you’re confused. I am sorry. I am not used to confiding
Seeking SolaceThe pressure causes the wood to creek, dust pushing through from cracks that the earth forced open. The space from the ceiling to my nose is no more than the width of a thumb and the white silk almost brushes my nose. My eyes are closed, though the bed is dark, so I doubt I’d of been able to see anything anyway. Its funny really, the circumstances that led me to this underground place.
Something wiggled in my ear and if I could I would have sighed. I’m lying of course. I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear. It’s so dark all the time and all I have is the ability to exist. If I knew it would be like this, I would have been cremated instead. Maybe than I wouldn’t be here, knowing that bugs are slowly removing my body, even if all I feel are phantom pains or tickles. That’s probably just me going mad or thinking about it too hard.
I think about everything too hard these days. After all I’m incapable of doing anything else. I’ve come to the co
What are You?"Who are you hiding from?" it said.
I look through my fingers as I stare into the piercing eyes that I thought I wasn't capable of. It wasn't me, it couldn't be. I'm right here, not there, not that thing.
It lowered it's head, shaking it in disappointment, "There's nothing wrong with you, so stop making excuses."
Hearing it talk like that sent ripples through my forehead to the sole of my spine. My knees buckle and I stumble backwards, slamming into the door opening of the bathroom. The knob behind the door puts a hole in the wall. I slump to the floor with both of my hands covering my face. My eyelids shut so hard that they could break apart pistachio shells.
The void of space to my left was filled with the voice and presents that has haunted me since moment of my love for solitude first consumed me.
"You just can't help but to make things more complicated?" it said as I felt an iron grasp my hands with unnatural beastly strength. It pulled me up to my feet with such speed it nearly p
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Love's ImprintI still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.Love's Imprint by BathroomStallStories
RedefinedA battle lostRedefined by WriterInACave
A white flag thrown on a field stained by bloody tears
People have no meaning any more
Eyes show the truth to the lies they spin like webs
I choose surrender rather than put you out of your misery
No more of your fear-fueled deceits
No more watching you waste your lives
Obsessed with consuming
Ignoring what is really important
Now I choose to live in this self-made cave
I choose to no longer participate in society
I choose to become my art,
become my words,
live by my morals...
... as antiquated as they are
The dream of many but embraced
I stroll lazily down the road.I stroll lazily down the road. It’s a small road I realize, lined with shops just opening their doors at a comfortable ten o clock. It’s calm, for now anyways. As I walk I begin to hum, that’s when the magic happens. The people around me in this lazy little town get a new spark, that’s what I like to call it, a spark. The baker is first, spurred into action just by little me. Well little me and my voice of an angel. He just starts mixing, taking his dough and just throwing it back into the mixer. Soon the dough is gone but not the flour, or the butter or silverware. Outside, his clerk is still selling pastries, not noticing the commotion inside. When he’s not looking I run my hand over each and every one of those sweet fluffy clouds, I also snatch one for myself. The effect is instantaneous, after the first bite of any pastry I caressed with my soft hands, their will is mine. Well not really, they just become like my friend, the baker. By now the whole strI stroll lazily down the road. by eaglefeatherx1
Love and Secrets Love and SecretsLove and Secrets by inuyasharocks24736
There are some situations that you are asked to keep something secret. It can be something minor or it can mean the life or death of the people we know or love. We keep secrets thinking it is the natural thing to do, but do we ever think about the consequences of what can happen from keeping that secret? I know I never thought about it before . until now. Sometimes the secrets we keep can be the death of us.
My name is Amara Monroe. I feel that my life is extremely dull. I am a Goth at a school full of preppy people, who worry about the next football game, who stole whoever's boyfriend, and other pointless things. I am forced to go to an elite school against my will because o
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