And on with the story!

Goblin
By: Qeanin

Feather took a deep breath. Creating runes took lots of energy. Symbol returned to the book.
"Now, how do we 'keep' the rune? The magic is weak, there must be some way we can make it stronger..." She scanned the page again. Key walked over another book stand that stood up against the wall. On the front in faded golden letters were these words:
"The book of Royals past - Eht koob fo Slayor tsap"
Key opened the cover. She waited a few seconds to see if this book would flip to some other page, but it didn't. Before Key could read it, Symbol called her over. Key put her daggers on the open book and went back over to Symbol and Feather.
"Key, here it says: The warrior Key, same of the mother Joyen, must leave the castle, find the caster of written and save the king. Key our mother was named Joyen." Symbol looked worriedly at Key. Feather read over the sentences again.
"This means that you need you leave, find a caster or whatever that is and 'become' like our mother. She was a warrior, and you are one to. But how your a warrior I don't know. I thought you'd always end up as a spellcaster or something." Feather gave Key the same look that Symbol gave her. Then Key realized something.
"Feather, your a genius! Spellcaster, caster, I need to find a spellcaster. Quick look, is there any names on there other than Mom's and ours?!" Key ran her finger along the lines of the page, looking for another name, something that fit.
"Here!" She said pointing at a name.
"Thell Lethix. I need to find the caster Thell Lethix....How?" Key's exitement faded. Now what? Symbol put one hand on her hip and the other under her chin, this was her thinking pose.
"Hey, I know a spellcaster of sorts by the name of Thell. He might be the person your looking for. He lives on the outscerts of the city. In a forest cottage, with an old Oracle." Key went back over the books of Royals past. She took up her daggers from it's pages, they were light and seemed to glow with some forgotten magic. Feather put a hand on Key's shoulder.
"I'll get some travel stuff ready. The faster you help papa the faster you both can come home. But I don't know why we have to do all of this fancy stuff. But whatever it is, you'll be alright. Symbol and I will send out runes to Space. She will protect you on your journey." Feathers words were sooting and kind. Symbol nodded and went over to the door.
"C'mon, we've got some packing to do." She said this in a encouraging tone and left the room heading back to their father's chambers. Feather followed Symbol. Key stood there for a moment and looked around her. The rune on the floor glowed with a milky glow. She looked down at her hands, the daggers... They had been her mothers. Key looked back up at the door.
"Come on key!" Her sisters called to her. Key took a deep breath to clear her head, and went back into the hallway leading to her father room. She closed the metal entwined door, quietly behind her.

I came up with this and I needed to wrtie it down here, so that I could remember... And I want the golds o3o

Goblin (a peek into the future)
By: Qeanin

Joyen didn't really die in battle. She never even set foot in the war zone. By the kings word did she flee with her three-year-old son, the only male heir to the throne, Kcol. Key's twin.

Key always knew that some part of her was missing, some something that she just couldn't put her finger on. But now most of it was clear. What Key didn't understand was why Kcol was taken away from her and the kingdom
"Why...?" Key asked her icy eyes filling wit tears. Kcol put a kind hand on her shoulder.
"Because, if I had stayed, I would be king now. So is the law. But you and I must rule together, not one after the other, so says the Book of Kings. That book has each Royal Goblin's life written within it. For us it said: Eht sniwt, Kcol dna Key lliw, tsum, elur edis yb edis. Ruof senorht, owt doolb srieh. Yeht lliw elur rehtegot ro evah gnihton ot elur-The twins, Lock and Key will, must, rule side by side. Four thrones, two blood heirs. They will rule together or have nothing to rule." Kcol said. It sounded like he he had said it many times in the past. His eyes, just as icy as hers, confirmed Key's thoughts.

New story...

School of Dark Fiends
Part one
By:Qeanin

Twilight ran through the forest as fast as a hare. Today was the first day of school and she just couldn't wait to see Emily, Kitty, and Thane again. See was so exited she didn't see the troll until she ran into him.
"Ey, you wach it wolfy!" Said the troll. Twilight looked up rubbing her head. It was Jaken, the infamous troll bully. She stood up strait and brushed her shoulders off.
"Sorry troll. I didn't see you there, you blended in to well. Here let me give you some color." Twilight smurked and then jumped up and scratched his arms and face. Jaken screamed.
"How teh hell did you do tat?! When'd you learn tat cwrap?!" She turned around to where Twilight was standing behind him now.
"Oh, just a little something I learned last year. In the class you failed in." She stuck out her tongue and then continued to run to school. Twilight reached the old fountain garden that Emily, Kitty, Thane and herself used to hangout. It was overgrown with vines and weeds.
"BOO!" yelled a familiar voice behind her. It was Emily Crage the ghost girl. With Emily there was Katerina Kally, the cat girl, and Thane Seventh, the pure blood demon boy. Twilight ran up and hugged each one of them.
"It's sooo good to see y'all again!" Twilight said as the four of them walked up to the school doors.
"It's nice to see my favorite were-wolf again." Thane said picking her up.
"Ah! Thane c'mon out me down." Twilight said laughing. Thane put her down and kissed her on the cheek. Emily and Kitty giggled and Twilight gave them her 'he's my boyfriend' look. They all laughed and walked up to the two huge oak doors that were the entrance to the school.

ok top of my head, ok here it goes


its dark foggy night, wolfs calling out to the moon,people locked up in houses; hidding from there
fear the most fearfully creature of the town, coming
out only at dark foggy nights. the branches cracking and the wind howling though the window and door cracks. no one knows exactly what it looks like, only few have survive after seeing it. people call them mad at what they said they seen, but its been accruing more often in the town; as its describe hairy, big, muscular and bird like, picking people up from its claws and feeds off them, looks like its getting short on food. the sound of the crowing, creaking to your ears, like a scream for help!, some of the people tried to get pictures of it, but they failed, they say If you take a picture of that thing you get payed with riches. one day a man took his camera to the people and it had a picture, a bird like creature, big and furry, this man is filthy rich now. he tells hes adventure of how he got the picture and how the bird almost got claws on him, as he ran the bird got him, but he made it out. every one believed this story. but this man knew he was not the one to take it, he just found the camera. but he would never tell any one that. if he did he was afraid he would lose fame. and eventually lose his riches. the person who actually took the picture is now dead as the bird had bit off his head after taking the picture of the mad gaint bird. some people say they still hear the crowing late at night and they lock there doors so no one will get hurt, the last report on some one dying from it
or seeing it, was 8 years ago. and hopefully it doesnt come back.

Okay, same story as "Only the Silver lights the way" but time warped. It's like the continuation of the conclusion. Lost the other story, couldn't find a middle part to the story >3<
Well here we go....

Silver
Part one
By: Qeanin

Dre'a sat in front of her mirror. She looked so different now, with red and purple watercolor eyes and long silky silver hair. There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked. standing up and brushing off her light blue spaghetti strap night gown that she found herself wearing all the time. The door opened and a young man stepped in. He looked about sixteen and also had silver hair and red and purple eyes.
"Just me Dre'a." He said coming over to her.
"Thane! Hows everything? Will Az'ren and Daimen be coming to?" She asked hugging him tightly.
"Yes, yes. They're on their way. Don't fret." Thane kissed her on the cheek and sat on the edge of the bed. Dre'a sat next to him.
"Sooo, how far behind you are they?" she asked, her eyes filled with excitement.
"They'll be here. Soon. Very soon." He rubbed her on the head, like he always did. Just then, another knock came from the door.
"Who's there?" Dre'a called.
"Daimen." said a kind voice form behind the door.
"Come in!" Dre'a said jumping to her feet. Once Daimen was inside she jumped on him and gave him a hug. She nearly pushed him over in the process. Then yet another silver haired, watercolored eyed boy cam through the door.
"Az'ren!" Dre'a jumped on him to.
"Okay, okay. You missed me. Can you let go now?" he said laughing. Dre'a let go and went back over to the bed. Daimen and Az'ren followed. Dre'a filled four shot glasses with a icy blue liquid. She gave each of the boys one glass and kept the last for herself. Dre'a raised her glass.
"To us. The first Lesser Entities to live through such amazing challenge!" She said looking at each of the boys in turn.
"To us!" They said at once. The four of them drained their glasses and rejoiced.

This is kinda a weird/creepy story, but I'll post it anyways :mrgreen:

The Golden Chair
By: Queen Haythia Mlerkrad

Your uncle owns a big old barn house out in the woods behind his house. But your uncle has told you never to back there, "Something terrible lives there. Never go back there or you shall never sleep peacefully again." he would warn you. But you never really took his warnings seriously.
One day, your uncle had left the house and you were there all alone. After an hour or two you began to tire of all the old games and piles of junk in your uncles house. You ponder what to do and as you look out the window you see a sliver of red paint. You leave the house out the back door and head toward the old barn.
The walk to the barn was easier than you thought it would be. The path had managed to not get overgrown and you wondered what your uncle was hiding in the old broken down barn. Once you get to the barn you see that the front doors have been broken in and the lock and chains (that you presumed had kept the doors closed) had been melted. You step over a couple broken planks of wood and look into the barn. But you can not see the inside of the barn. It was just a black void. You look behind you. The sun was shining right into barn. Why couldn't you see inside? Curious, you slowly walk into the darkness.
The moment you sunlight left you skin, you could no longer see it was so black. But as you looked around, searching for a light, you saw a small glow in the distance. A kind of foreboding comes over you but you continue to walk towards that little light. As you get closer you a chair. A big armchair made of solid gold. As you stepped closer you saw a figure sitting in the chair. It was a young girl, no older than elven, with chestnut-brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes. Then your legs froze as you saw a boy with long waist-length silver hair and red-purple watercolor eyes walk out from behind the chair. He was wearing a long white trench coat that flowed out behind him, a sky blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen. You watched as he circled the chair with the girl in it. "What is your name?" you heard the boy say in a voice that was as sweet as honey, but it stung like ice. The girl shook her head violently, tears shined on her cheeks. You wanted to go and help her, but you couldn't move. Your legs were frozen stiff and your voice was caught in your throat. the boy continued to circle the chair. "What is your name?" he asked again, there was no emotion in his voice. The girl again refused to answer. This questioning went on for a long time. You didn't really know how much time passed. Then all of a sudden the boy put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked into the girls eyes. "Tell me your name Mahogany!" He yelled at her. Obviously he had cracked. The girl shook her head once more, her lips pursed together. This confused you. The seemed to know her name. Why did he want her to tell him? You watched on, not having any other choice. The boy stood up strait. "You give me no other choice." he said yet again in a voice with no emotion. The girl started to squirm in the chair and more tears fell onto her cheeks. Then the screaming started. They were screams of pain and anguish and you could see that the girl was beginning to bleed from wounds in her arms and legs that you hadn't seen before. "Stop!" the girl screamed. A smug smile came over the boy's face and he nodded. The girl heaved a breath and in between tears she spoke these words: "Ecneitap... My name is Ecneitap..." and then she slumped back down into the chair. A light came out of the girls eyes and into the hands of the boy. He laughed as he closed his hands around the light. A wave of fear and terror overcame your senses as the boy turned his head and his eyes met yours. Just then the feeling came back to your legs and you bolted in the direction you came. "You'll never forget me!" You heard him call after you. "One day your light shall be mine! You just wait little one!" he yelled once more.
You tumbled out of the barn and tripped over a plank. You looked back into the barn and you saw no black void nor did you see the silver-haired boy, only the interior of the barn. With that you ran back to your uncles house. That night, nightmares of what happened haunted you mind and you awoke to find yourself sitting in an armchair. An armchair made of solid gold.

The end....:sweat:

Self recount.

Wakes up as usual and gets ready for church and sets off at about 10:25 am with mom. Its the usual Senior Sunday School for her, and with Mel leading service, Bernie belts her heart out happily. Lesson time, XT puts on a red hat found in the room. Bernie laughs and takes a photo of her.

All is normal.

Heads over to LSE's house before Maths Tuition, as usual, and suddenly, getting to LSE's house, Bernie begins to feel tired, sluggish, lethargic. Her arms ache and surprisingly, LSE feels it too. She says something about the humidity and some other things like that.

Heads over to tuition. The bus is almost empty, save for another guy and the bus driver. Bernie and LSE talk about how lethargic, aka stoned, they are. Trying to improve each other's spirits, they joke about how everyone else at tuition (probably) feels the same way.

"Raaaymoonnnd...how to do....q...questi...questiooonn..." *falls asleep and faint snoring can be heard*

Raymond spins head around, waiting for the question number...and at that moment, everyone in tuition falls asleep...and all he sees are white figures drifting out of his student's mouths.

"Its their souls!" LSE says, lacking all enthusiasm whatsoever.

And suddenly, after speculating what Raymond may, or may not do, they burst into a histerical fit of sobbing laughter. Yes, sobbing laughter. Crying, mingled with unmistakeable laughs, guffaws even.

Hur hurrr..BWAHAHAHA, hurr hur hurr *sobs*...HAHAHAHA. *sobs* HAAWHAAHAHA.

And laughed and laughed, clutching their tummies so hard they hurt even more.

"HIKARU, YOU SUCK!" Bernie cries, (this is an inside joke, don't try to interpret it.) and LSE doubles over in laughter/crying once again and Bernie joins in.

They laugh so much they nearly miss the stop, but thank goodness the only other guy in the bus was alighting there too. Ahh, coincidences.

They walk over to the tuition venue, still sluggish, still stoned. Bernie drags her feet there, tired, aching, feeling horrible.

The air conditioning is a frightening gust of freezing wind, bringing all back to their senses, but slowing numbing the fingers. The chill snaps Bernie and LSE out of the stoned phase for a while, and they are as random as usual during tuition.

However, the journey back wasn't so happy go lucky for Bernie. She got on bus 13, and suddenly, her shoulder aches, her legs cramp, she feels warmer than normal and her skull is throbbing, as if her brain is hitting against it multiple times.

"Ow, my head aches..." she groans in pain.

"Too bad," says LSE with a sort of nya-nya-nya tone.

Bernie ignores the pain and returns home. She collects her laptop from the temp house and heads for the flat, where her mother waits for her. She arrives back, throws the laptop into one corner and dumps all her stuff her chair.

"I'm soooo tired, I feel like I'm on fire," she moans (in pain, not pleasure >.>) and slumps onto the bed, keen for some shut eye.

Not five minutes later, her mother calls (in her perspective, screams) for her to come help her look for a earring that was lost in the moving process. Thus, even more sluggishly than before, with the agility of a corpse, Bernie helps her mother to complete the 'mission'. Mission failed, the earring wasn't found.

Bernie mumbles to her mother, "Ma, I think I'm sick,"

Her mother nods, "Ya, I can see that," she says very matter-of-factly.

With that, Bernie slumps off once again to try and rest. She sleeps for a bit, then watches a bit of TV. She feels worse, like her body is on fire, everywhere aches and she is very grumpy. Her mother goes off, to the temporary house to settle matters there and Bernie groans, moans and wants to scream her frustration at being sick at some random person.

She calls Leon. He doesn't answer so she throws her phone onto the bed (hey, she may be grumpy, but she loves her phone okay?) and logged onto Deliverance Online.

Only 1 other guildmate online, Justice. She shrugs, better than nothing she tells herself and begins complaining. Angry and impatient, she types a rude line on her MSN, which sounds something like this: "F**k this shit, I have a fever" before proceeding to pwn Justice once in pvp before getting stripped and getting pwned once.

NJ tells her to get well soon, and she smiles and replies with a "Yea, thanks."

She calls LSE. "LSE, I'm sick!!" she tells her friend.

"What? But you were okay a while ago!" LSE insists.

Bernie continues to talk to LSE for a bit, the conversation mainly being LSE telling her to go sleep and log off Deli.

"Don't be so stupid! Go sleep lah, don't play Deli le," she says, but Bernie doesn't listen.

She continues playing, then calls Leon again. He picks us this time and she bawls out her plight once again.

"Aww, get well soon, okay?" He tells her and she replies with a "Okay, gonna rest now," then throws phone back onto the bed, arms aching, eyesight slightly blurry.

She tries to train her SinX, dies twice and gives up.

Don PMs her and she replies with two ">.>"s and a "What?". He replies with a "You're grumpy today" and she replies with a rude "I'm f**king sick, DUH I'm grumpy!"

She tries to hang out in Prontera but its too laggy. She feels even worse now, and is wrapped up tightly in her pink jacket, without the fan on.

Her body cries out for sleep, it desperately craves the sleep and Bernie gives in.

"Mom, I don't think I wanna go school tomorrow," she tells her mom on the phone.

"Okay, call me tomorrow morning, then come over and we go polyclinic,"

Bernie nods, tells her mom goodnight and then informs her class chairman and a fellow classmate that she won't be in school the next day.

Finally, her head rests against the pillow, she closes her eyes and sleep engulfs her, like a wave of relief. But Bernie can't sleep. Her leg aches too much.

She winces, and then prays.

She falls fast asleep then, into a dream-like state where she remembers vaguely about people telling her that she is sick and needs to see a doctor. It's her subconscious at work and her body takes its much deserved rest.

STARS
 

Another short one.

STARS

Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.

I read somewhere that if you kept staring at one star in particular, all the other stars in the background would disappear.

I love stars. I like the way the glow. Its beautiful.

I love fireflies too. They're so small, yet they look so beautiful when they glow. Its so sad that they only live 3-4 days. I'd have wanted to talk about her leaving, but there is so much to say and so much that I don't want to say either.

It is said, when someone died, they become a star in heaven, watching over us, protecting us.

The way she left...it was so tragic. And I was there to witness her last minutes on this plane.

Stars are beautiful. Forever.

LADY DEATH
 

FINAL SHORT, I promise!

LADY DEATH

Her eyes were glazed over, her fake eyelashes thick with mascara. Her eyes were lined in think eye liner and dark grey eye shadow brought out the striking blue in her eyes. Her lips curled into a smile and looked as if covered in the blood of innocents. Her clothing was slutty, to put it mildly. Her skirt was short, barely covering her decency although a cloak hung loosely in her hands. Her hair was long, silky and curled at the end into small ringlets. Her skin was pale, the moonlight reflecting off it, giving her skin an eerie glow. Behind her was a shadow. It was hers, yet it wasn't. It was dark and menacing, with the outline of a scythe vaguely visible. She had many names, Hades, Apocalypse. The most common one however, was Death. She was Death, the very essence of it, yet another part of her wasn't Death.

She was Meretricious Death. Beautiful, like a stripper's exposed body parts seemed beautiful in the eyes of horny men. But beautiful, nonetheless. She was Death's heir, taking over when Death himself was absorbed into his own hatred and lost his sanity. Yes, even beings like them were vulnerable to mere mortal conditions like insanity. They were only immortal, physically. They could not die, of course, for how could anyone kill Death itself? Sure, you could cheat it, but it always caught up to you. One way or another.

It was another typical night. Another typical soul-collecting round. Lady Death offered no consolation to her 'victims', preferring to take them away peacefully in their sleep. She also could not claim the soul of an innocent, one not destined by God to die yet. Yes, even Death listened to God, following his list.

It was rare that her 'victims' ever spoke to her but that night, he did. His green eyes pierced into her, and she could not bear to look him in the eye. By his side lay a woman, naked and asleep, peacefully snuggled into his arms. He continued to gaze at her, unabashed by his own nakedness.

"Have you come for me?" he asked her, voice strong and calm.

Lady Death stared at him, unable to reply. She felt warm, stifled in that little hotel room.

He took her silence as consent and closed his eyes, lying back onto the bed.

"I've always wanted to die with the woman I love beside me, but I suppose she will have to do," he said, and Death understood the woman to be a one-night stand.

There was something about him that Death could not comprehend. She glanced at the list, to check if his name truely was there. It was. Inscribed in gold ink, written in handwriting only she could make out. There it was, Kayne Taylor.

Lady Death blinked and sucked in a deep breath.

"No, it is her I have come for," she whispered, voice quavering.

His eyes opened and he stared at her long and hard.

"I wish I knew her parents, I could inform them of her death,"

Death gave a wry smile. "I'll have that taken care of. Please, go back to sleep."

He nodded. Pulling on some clothes. He kissed the woman on the forehead and heard her mumble his name.

"I'm sorry, Kathy," he told her and walked over to Death's side.

"Please, before you leave, let me at least know your name, at least when you come for me, I'll know the name of the last person I see,"

Death blinked slightly and remained expressionless.

"I have many names but most commonly I am Death, Lady Death."

He smiled at her.

"Goodbye Lady Death, I do hope we'll meet again," and he gave a slight chuckle before leaving the hotel room.

Her eyes trailed his journey out of the room and only after she heard the soft click of the door did she move to the woman's side. She inhaled, drawing her power to drain the woman's life-force.

It was forbidden, to take an innocents soul...

But even beings, immortal beings were vulnerable to mere mortal conditions, the most dangerous one being Love.

Lady Death breathed in, slowly. Her fingers trembled slightly as she felt the strong life force that was so forbidden to her. It was like the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve ate in the garden of Eden. One question rang in her head. What would happen now?

She left silently, leaving the room door ajar. It was the least she could do to ensure that the woman, Kathy, was found. The list was red hot in her pocket, one name glowing bright red. Kayne Taylor. Was he worth risking everything for?

She found her solace by retrieving the five other souls that she was sent to collect. The list continued to burn red hot, and this time, not only his name glowed, but the entire paper. He was calling her. She bowed her head, pulling her cloak over her clothes and answered his call. She was summoned before him, before God.

"Why have you jeopardized the whole balance?" He hissed at her. He was ever forgiving and understanding but he was harsh when it came to punishment. He saw no good reason why she let Kayne go.

"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered her reply, lips trembling in trepidation.

He sighed, burying his head in his hands. He knew the reason why she had done it. He knew everything.

"This is what you have chosen. Do you accept it?" He asked, staring at her, into the very atoms that formed her being.

"Yes, sir, I do,"

The list appeared in his hand.

"Since he means so much to you, I will let you experience a mortal life. You will renounce your duties as Lady Death for a year and after that time, I will summon you here again, where you will decide. His name will still remain on the list, but it won't appear for some time. I hope you use this opportunity well, Lady Death, it is not often I am so forgiving,"

Lady Death's eyes widened and she couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, sir, you are most kind,"

He nodded, and with a wave of his hand, she was gone.

"Lady Death," he whispered, "Good luck."
***
It was morning. 11:30am, to be exact. The sunlight fluttered through the glass windows and shone onto her face. She brushed back the fringe that covered her face and forced her eyes to open. She clamored out of bed groggily, yawning. She was dressed in an over-sized shirt, and socks. Her hair was long, and hung to her waist, curled at the tips. She was pale but not deathly pale. Her eyes were a bright blue.

She was Lady Death no more, but instead, a mere mortal. Corinth. An electric and acoustic guitar lay propped in their stands at one corner of the apartment and papers were strewn messily upon a table. Guitar chords. Song chords. Lady Death embraced her new lifestyle. She had observed humans long enough for her to know what to do.

Her cell phone rang, blasting out the familiar tune of 'How Far We've Come' by Matchbox Twenty. She picked it up gingerly and saw in the caller ID that it was Mira, her best friend.

"Yo, Corr, please don't tell you're still at home! You forgot that you were going to meet up with those guys!? It's already 11:45! Get your butt outta there!"

"Umm, what guys?"

"You know, the guys who are forming a band! You said you knew them!"

A memory came back to her. Yes, she knew them, well, the bassist anyway, Michael. He had some friends who were keen in starting a band, and he had asked her to be lead vocalist cum guitarist.

The meeting was at set at 12 noon and it took 15minutes to get to town by cab, if she was lucky.

"Oh yea, I'm in my way! See you!" and she ended the call and ran into the shower. She made it quick, and pulled on red skinny jeans, some random white printed tee, slipped on black Converse shoes and grabbed her acoustic guitar and favourite black hoodie before dashing out the door. Barely five minutes later, she crashed through the door again, grabbing her bag.

It took forever to get a cab, but thankfully traffic wasn't so bad and she threw on some makeup on the way.

She glanced at her cell's built in clock, 12:30, as the cab pulled up to the rented studio where they were meeting.

Mira was waiting patiently for her by the door.

"CORR! There you are! The guys are here already, and boy, is the drummer cute. Hurry up, and btw, you look smashing, great tee,"

Lady Death, opps, Corinth, smiled weakly and entered.

"Hey, Mike, sorry I'm late,"

Michael, shrugged, brushing back his platinum blond hair. He wore Levis jeans, a black top with a red hoodie and of course, his horribly worn out red Converse sneakers. Corinth couldn't tell for sure, but she could sense that he had a thing for Mira.

"S'okay, Corr. We couldn't start without you anyway. Anyway, this is Jason on bass and our drummer's gone to pee,"

She grinned and Jason flipped back his black hair with red highlights. He was dressed plainly with a pair of faded jeans and loose black tee.

She put down her stuff and took her guitar out of its bag and plugged it into the amplifier.

"What we playing today?"

Michael shrugged.

"Beats me, lets wait for Kayne, he takes horribly long to piss. We'll probably try doing some slow rock ballads, I guess,"

Corinth gaped slightly as she heard the name Kayne. Kayne as in Kayne Taylor, the man she renounced her immortality for?

Her question was answered as lo and behold; Kayne stepped into the studio, piercing green eyes and all. He had chestnut brown hair with darker, mahogany highlights. His hair was messy, and all over the place, but Corinth loved it. He was dressed in a yellow tee and brown cargo pants, wearing some branded brown shoes. He looked even more ravishing than she remembered him to be and she couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Hey, aren't you, no wait, can't be, my mistake. Corinth, right?" he asked her, frowning slightly.

"Yea, Corinth,"

Michael grinned.

"Great, let's start with Your Guardian Angel, Corr; you got the lyrics down, right?"

She nodded, she loved that song. She began, strumming the intro.

"When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face
I can't replace

And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me, I can be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's ok, It's ok, It's ok

Seasons are changing and waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cause you're my
You're my
My true love
My whole heart
Please don't throw that away

Cause I'm here, for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay, stay...

Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven "

Mira sang along softly in the background. They played perfectly through the song, Corinth's mellow voice echoing in the studio.

They moved on to faster songs, trying some songs from MCR, at which Jason took over at belting out the lyrics. Corinth couldn't emulate Gerard Way, so she left the, rather difficult, task to Jason.

They tried some popular songs on the radio like Built to Last by Melee and of course, Corinth's ring tone, How Far We've Come. They ended off by playing two slower songs, You and Me by Lifehouse and Lips of an Angel by Hinder.

The practice was great. They were forming a band.

"We need a band name," muttered Michael as he scratched his head.

"How about Verbal Diahorrea?" suggested Kayne.

"I like that," Corinth announced. "It sounds cool, plus, Michael never shuts up. It’s perfect."

Everyone burst into laughter. Verbal Diahorrea was born. Corinth and Kayne's journey had begun.

Note from Melody in the edit reason.

( I am not supporting anything in here. No bullying, shootings or suicide. )



I grabbed onto the fence for support. "Whoa, Nelly!" I said, grinning at my bike. I slowly mounted it again, moving along.

"Hey, kid. You're an idiot. You can't even ride a bike."

I winced, thinking of those memories. I looked behind, looking to see if there was anyone. I grinned. No one. I looked ahead again, the morning light blinding me. The school. There.

I ran, panting, away from those kids. I glanced at the ground, blood on the ground. At least it would make those bullies slip. A triumphant grin, as he knew he was nearing the change room. Quickly tackling into the room, I sighed in pain. Seconds later, I knew the locker was my enemy. Never trust it again.

I led my bike to where all the others had their bikes stored. I took out a small capsule of spray paint, before spraying a message into their bikes.

I sighed, looking at the sky.

"Are you alright?" My girl was there. Of course. I smiled, before lightly kissing her.

"Yeah, thanks." I muttered, before looking into the sky.

"Remember: Loneliness is the worst poverty." I shouted at her, as she told me the sad truth. She didn't love me anymore. Another enemy.

I made my way into the change room. Looking into my own locker, I grinned at what I had found. I couldn't believe they were my enemies before. I had a weapon. I caressed the smooth gun, grinning at the girl who had put them there. My girl wasn't an enemy; she was a spy.

I panted, watching those fools chasing me. I soon met a dead end, and they pushed me up against the wall. I winced every time they dug into my flesh with their blade. They just smiled. I collapsed onto the floor, bleeding. I grabbed onto a table for support. All I felt was the cool surface of some other thing. I grinned, looking at it. It was an ally, of course. The gods sent it to him. A gun. With a few steps, I put them into the locker, before collapsing.

I looked at the gun. It had done it's job. But, he still felt so... empty. I let it go, the cool surface hit the ground. I glanced at the coward, before turning around.

"Hey, what're you doing?" My girl asked quickly. I gave her a cold look.

"To somewhere that I'm not going to be used." I muttered, before walking down the hallway.

I felt the table. "Where am I?" I muttered, looking towards my mother.

"You gave me such a shock!" My mother shouted at me, furiously. "You should've done something about that bully. Tell me. Or stand up to them." My mother said very firmly. That's where my idea came from.

I grabbed the spray paint, before shaking it again. I sent another message, my last.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because, I want you to kill a person for me." The girl said grinning. I just quirked my eyebrows.

I looked down at the blade, without any hesitation. I stabbed myself, feeling my blood pour down my face. I saw what I had wrote. First, a simple revenge letter. Signed with my girl's name, of course. And, something else. My second was something special. It was a picture of me. Dying. It was copied off from something I had seen from one of the bully's locker. It showed me being stabbed. Exactly what was happening now. I grinned at the bully. My brother.

The Big Sandcastle In The Sky


I never really liked visiting the beach. I always manage to get sand in my bikini, and the saltwater dries my already damaged hair out even more. Not to mention I can’t wear makeup, because it will run, and there aren’t ever any cute boys, because my uncle owns his section of beach and has it fenced off. So needless to say, when my mom passed away, and my dad said I was going to have to stay and Uncle James’ beach house for a few weeks, I was way less than thrilled. I mean, sometimes James is pretty cool, he lets me practice driving his dune buggy, and he’s got this really old maid who’s supposed to bring me whatever I want. But he always makes me stay on the ground floor of the house, because apparently the bedrooms are only for him and the ghosts. Really, it’s not that cool, not cool at all. But then again, Dad hasn’t had a job since the ‘70’s, and his college years are a little hazy, so it probably would help for him to be the only one home for a while. So I guess, even though I think the air smells like fish, and James is always up in his rooms of the house making noise so I can’t sleep, I guess going to the beach wasn’t a totally awful idea, at least for a while.

Dad didn’t even drop me off, he gave me a few bucks and sent me through the city to find a bus that actually went as far as the beach, and no one was waiting for me when I got off the bus again a few blocks from James’ house. The cabanas the bus stop was in front of were all run down and torn apart from being so close to the ocean, and it really gave me the creeps. But I mean, everything about the ocean gives me the creeps, like, what if I go swimming and a Jellyfish wraps around me and drags me down, or some big shark, like from “Jaws” leaps out of the water at my throat! All water thoughts aside, I never noticed how creepy the coastline around my uncle’s house was, I guess he wasn’t as rich as I thought or something. Anyway, I figured I was going to have to walk the rest of the way to James’ house, and it was already sort of dark, so I started walking, which is probably when the trouble started.

Uncle James hates for people to open the doors downstairs during the night, so when I finally got to the house I had to ring the bell like ten times, and then wait for the maid to waddle to the door, and then I had to get interrogated by her, like no one even knew I was coming. Apparently dad hadn’t exactly remembered to tell Uncle James, but whatever, I just wanted to get to sleep. When I finally got inside the house the maid informed me that Uncle James wasn’t actually home, but that he’d probably be back soon. It wasn’t like I cared if he ever came back; with him gone I knew I’d be able to sleep in one of the upstairs rooms. Hello silky sheets and fat, feathered pillows! I didn’t have to wait too long for the maid to go back to her little room next to the kitchen, and then I shot upstairs, almost tripping over the rug at the top of the stairs.

The first door I opened proved to be Uncle James’ study, filled with books and a big leather chair, it looked pretty nice, but my watch was projecting “1:30” into the dim hallway, so I tried a few more doors and then found the perfect room. I knew Uncle James stayed at his beach house a lot because his wife died in childbirth, and his daughter Olivia died in a fire at his house in the city, but I didn’t know her room was still set up in the beach house. I guess it made since, Mom’s stuff was all still where it had been before she-. Well either way, the whole room was decorated in Pink and Lime Green, which are basically the coolest colors ever, and the bed looked like a toy it was so overstuffed with silky sheets. It was definitely my kind of room. Maybe I should have been creeped out to spend the night in a dead chick’s room, but I mean, she was my cousin, and it was REALLY late, so I dumped my bag on the floor, turned out the light, and dived into the bed.

Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up sweating. And not just sweating, but covered with a thick layer of nasty, smelly sand. I immediately figured it was someone playing a trick on me, but then realized where I was. Who would play a trick on me here? That’s when I noticed the sand trickling down through the boards in the ceiling. Talk about GROSS. There must have been a whole beach up there to be dumping this much sand on me. Maybe James was right, I mean, I’d rather sleep on the couch than under this goo.

Sometimes Daddy jokes around and calls me “Sleuth.” I guess he thinks I watch too much TV, or too many movies, or something like that. But I’m always trying to figure stuff out; my last boyfriend had a better word for it, “Paranoid.” So it was sort of a combination of being paranoid, and a real need to know how this sand ended up on my bed that drove me back to the staircase.

My Dad and Uncle James are a lot alike, not like my dad finished school and got rich from selling real estate, but they like the same kinds of things. For instance they both love creepy houses. The house where Mom and Dad lived when they first got married was only a few doors away from the Amityville Horror house. Technically, I guess that could explain why I hate the beach, The first years of my life were on a perfect island, when we moved inland my nightmares about being dragged out to sea stopped. Like, completely ended, just like that. And then this house, where Uncle James lived most of the time, was built way before he was born, in the late ‘40’s or something, and it used to be about twice as wide, but a hurricane demolished it and killed the people still inside. One of them was a little girl, and the deaths were sort of her fault, because she was a total brat, and told her mom that they couldn’t leave the house or they’d die. Well I guess the moral there is that bratty kids get what they deserve, but either way, James bought the house, and had it totally fixed up, but left the screwed up half in the ground. That’s why a few staircases go into walls and stuff, so you have to be careful not to run up them too fast.

I had only been up at the top of the house a few times before, but I knew the staircase across from Olivia’s room went up into the attic, and I figured that had to be where the sand was coming from, so I pulled on some jeans and my Mom’s Syracuse University hoodie and headed out the door. These stairs were thinner and made way more noise than the ones I’d run up earlier, and I really hoped I wouldn’t wake the maid up and get in trouble. But the attic was pretty close so I got up there pretty easily, and opened the door. The attic was pitch black, like the darkness was sucking the light from outside and making it disappear dark, so when the door shut behind me I basically freaked out, like screaming and shrieking and stuff. But the real surprise came when I tried to bang on the door. Instead of slamming my body into the door I fell face first into a bunch of damp sand. Which was really gross. I stood back up and looked around, but I still couldn’t see anything, so this time I felt for the door, or a light switch, or at least the wall or something. But nothing was there, I could stretch my arms out all the way out and walk straight forward, but I still didn’t touch anything.

Then, no joke, the sun started to rise. Like really far away, and I thought maybe I was like, on the roof instead of in the attic, and the roof had sand on it, because sometimes it gets really windy, and I saw this show one time where the wind blew so hard it rained fish, so I started running really fast, and that’s when I saw the ocean. The big, blue, scary as all ocean. Stretching out for miles in front of me, and I just fell on the ground and cried. I felt like a total two year old. And all I wanted was to be home and with my mom and stuff like that. Then I felt the tap on my shoulder.

I tried to wipe my eyes off with my sandy hands, which was a really bad idea, but I finally managed to look up, and I saw this girl sort of standing over me, staring at me. She was holding a little shovel, like the kind you get at the dollar store with a bucket and the plastic handle that looks like braided stuff, and her dark hair was blowing around everywhere. She kind of looked like the pictures I’ve seen of my uncle when he was little, except she was a girl and everything, you know? She held the shovel out to me, and then she spoke. “I’m building a sandcastle over there, and I was hoping you might be able to help.”

I thought I’d given up on being freaked out, but this was totally surreal. I came through the attic door, and all of a sudden this little chick is asking me to help her build a SANDCASTLE! Then I gave up. I took her hand and she dragged me over to her sand castle. The castle was literally a castle. Like there were three floors, and turrets, and a drawbridge, and a moat, and this girl was asking me for help? The best sandcastle I ever made was in second grade, and it came straight out of one of those buckets that’s molded so all you have to do is flip it over and the castle comes out, this castle would have taken one heck of a bucket.

I was kind of terrified to help her, but she still had my hand, and she looked up at me with these huge brown eyes and was all like, “There’s other people in there, I guess you’d know them too. They’re helping me pack the floor down, you can go in if you want.”

The drawbridge was down, and it looked pretty stable to have been made out of driftwood, so I crossed over it and into the castle. Almost immediately a woman inside turned around, and I totally started to cry. She took me up in hr arms, and she was all,” Baby, I love you, and I missed you so much! How’s daddy? Sh, Shh, it’ll be okay.” And then she said something that totally shocked me. “ Oh Baby Girl, I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that you died.” And then the girl came in again, and Mom turned to her and said “Olivia sweetie, go get some water for your cousin.”

It’s not fair. I mean, I rarely ever complain about things, right? And I’ve been a really good Christian and everything. And I even went to Uncle James’ house, even though I didn’t want to. Can you imagine what I could have possibly done to end up in the great sandcastle in the sky, instead of Heaven? So now I sit up in one of the top rooms holding my nose in my hoodie to try and stifle the scent of sea air, and try really hard not to listen to the waves. And it’s a really good thing Heaven has cleared up the whole “no more needs deal” because the only water here is salty, and the only food is fish. The good news is there are a few cute boys, and my makeup and hair are always perfect, so maybe this whole “Death” deal isn’t so bad after all.

-Kitty LeFay Hawkins

WARNING! A little bit of foul language.

New trails take people everywhere. Who knows where you will end up, unless your psychic. New paths are at every turn, every drop of a dime, every beat of the heart. There is no way that anyone can tell what consequences their actions will have three, five, ten years from now. That's an impossibililty that I think should as such. I don't like how there are people out there, who claim to know what the future holds in store for everyone. Sure, it's possible to have an idea as to what the future holds in store, but really.... you can't be certain.

Granted, I'm one to talk. I'm pretty certain about my future right now. Her screams of pleasure that quickly turned to pain and fear are still echoing inside my head. I can still feel her body moving along with every thrust I plunged into her. I can feel and hear it all, within my head, and I love it. It's a memory that I'll keep with me until I die. Something I'll cherish. The damn bitch deserved it.

How can they try me? how dare they try me! I didn't do anything wrong. She deserved it, she deserved every thrust, every pang of pain. Everything. I didn't do anything wrong. She did. Going out and flaunting her body to everyone. Going out and giving anyone who crossed her path a hard time.

There was something about her... something different. She knew how to wrap someone around her finger with just a look. Never did anyone try and do anything about it. No no no, not once did it ever even occur to anyone to do something about it. No one seemed to care that whomever it was that she wrapped up in her game, ended up as good as dead. they were never the same. Never.

A close friend of mine ended up wrapped in her game. He used to be really cool. Always playing the role of the flirt with all the girls, yet he only had eyes for one. They were close, always had been. Were engaged even....

Then she came along.

She came and drove a rift between them.

Caused them to break off the engagement.

He became her little pet, for three days. For three days he did everything and anything she asked. He didn't care what it was, but he did it. And then she had him drink something....

Now, he's a vegetable. Or at least, as good as really. He can't do anything. His thoughts are only of her, yet as far as he knows, she's dead. That's what she does. She makes them completely devoted to her, somehow, and then - in their mind - kills herself. Leaving nothing but and empty shell that wishes for death. And usually will end up acquiring it.

I know what path I'm walking down. For I did something that everyone wanted to have done. But, dammit, I shouldn't be tried for this! she deserved it! Tearing apart dozens of families, killing dozens of men!! Why the hell is it she got away scot free, yet I'm getting tried for First Degree Murder!? Why!? It's not fair dammit.

I killed her. Damn straight I did. I figured everyone would be happy with me. I figured that it would be a good thing and that the world would appreciate having that.. that... monster out of their hair! But no... instead I'm trapped in a cell awaiting my trial - which is in a matter of hours.

No one can know where each new trail will take them, but I'm pretty damn sure I know where mine is leading me...

Just a quickie I scribbled up cause I was bored. Only about ten minutes.

The Choice

One:
The Photograph

Patience rolled her eyes.
"I has to be real!" She told her older brother Jake, trying not to yell at him.
"You could've photoshopped it." Jake said, still not accepting what Patience was showing him.
"It's still on my camera!" She wailed. Why couldn't Jake see the evidence and admit that it was real?
"I still think it isn't real." He told her.
"Why is it so, so...." Patience searched for the word.
"So unbelievable?"
"Because you're obsessed with this stuff. I wouldn't put it past you to make something like this up. "
"C'mon. Please for this once believe me?" Patience begged.
"No." Was Jake's answer. He turned around and walked away.
"Fine! Be that way!" She yelled after him. Sighing Patience plopped back down onto the couch. In her hand she held her camera. On it was a picture that she would treasure for the rest of her life. A picture of a real-live Dragon.

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