Oops, forgot to put in a title O.o well the title for this story (which is the same story as in my last post) Is....

Living so many lives
by: Qeanin

Part two
The girl and I swapped a few words before she passed out again. She said her name was Oaklike and that she was glad that two fine men like Dan I could help her. Tough she also said that she, at this very minute, was living another life in another world and time. I was about to ask more but she had put her head down and closed her eyes. Dan was still sleeping so I stood up and looked at the pictures that covered the walls of the cavern. The writing on the walls were faded and I couldn't read them, but all the illustrations were still intact. I couldn't read the story that the pictures told but many times I saw shadowy figures helping a winged figure that I guessed was Oaklike. It was strange trying to figure out what the pictures and symbols meant. I don't know how long I was staring at them, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, thinking it was Dan. It wasn't. Oaklike stood there smiling. Her wings had started to change colors. The tips of her wings were still a dull gray but as the feather went up the color went form gray to blood red.
"Whats happanin' to your wings?" I asked looking at them. The chains seemed to have dissolved and the only metal on her that I could see were the rings that were pierced into her wings.
"Oh, nothing really important. But I would like to know your name." Her voice was more...Full now. It was soft and kind, not broken and ruff. I shook my head, I had forgot to tell her my own name.
"I'm Thane. My buddy there is Dan." I said pointing to the snoring Dan laying on the cavern floor. She giggled softly. It was a nice sound to hear.
"So..." I hesitated. Should I ask her more. Or would that be rude? Before I could say anymore, Oaklike smiled and spoke.
"What would you like to know?" She looked at me with soft eyes. It was then I noticed her eyes were a deep violet, not brown or green or the usual eye color. But then again, she's not an ordinary person either.
"Well...I would like to know what you are." I said, my voice wavering a little, I still didn't know what was okay or not.

Wrote this one as an audition to an RP forum, actually! I ended up liking it though.

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He wasn’t sure how it had happened, or why. It wasn’t something he could trace, really; the workings of the human mind had always baffled him. Give him a machine, and he could fix it. A computer, he could debug it. Give him books, data, history, any sort of solid information, and he could deal with it. But something as fickle as his own thoughts was beyond his grasp.

One thing was clear, though. It wasn’t healthy. Not anymore. It had begun innocently enough, of course. Such things always do. Just a little curiosity, a perfectly natural thing for a human to ponder, a simple question he used to occupy his mind as he stood in line at the grocery store, or waited for the elevator.

Just what, exactly, was death like?

He hadn’t really thought about it seriously until she was gone. The thought had always hovered at the back of his mind, but it stayed there, politely minding its own business until he decided to pay it a bit of attention, and then it left when he had other thoughts. And now it wouldn’t leave.

She hadn’t been anyone special, just the secretary at his office. Not particularly beautiful, not particularly intelligent, not particularly charming or witty. But he had seen her every day, conversed with her every morning, brought her lunch every afternoon. She was, simply put, one of life’s constants. He couldn’t picture being without her. You could say he loved her, in his own sort of way, as much as he had loved anyone.

And then, just like that, she was dead. Suicide, they said; why? He couldn’t figure it out. She had always seemed happy, always seemed content. Her life wasn’t spectacular, but it certainly wasn’t bad. Maybe a bit dull, or routine, but was that enough reason to end it all?

He stared at the ground blankly, his vision blurred and unfocused. He didn’t dare let it focus; he was too terrified that he might not be simply thinking anymore, that he may have stopped his vivid imaginings and have crossed that sacred line.

After her death, he had begun to consider the nature of death. Was there an after life? Were you reborn? Was it simply the end? What sort of things crossed one’s mind when life was flitting away?

He had no intent to kill himself, although curiosity sometimes tempted him that way. It was like constantly standing on a cliff, staring down in the blankness. He wondered what was at the bottom, and had to constantly hold himself back lest he leap into the abyss. But how else could he answer his questions? How else could he make sense of it all?

Somehow, his mind came up with a solution. Push someone else off the cliff; make someone else take the journey for you, and watch what happened. He didn’t dare try it, though. Murder? It was wrong! Immoral! Criminal! Besides, he’d get caught. He wouldn’t have the nerves to do it. He came up with dozens of reasons not to do it, and to his horror, he came up with counters to every one of them. Some part of him seemed determined to know, and it wouldn’t let him rest until it was satisfied.

That part of his mind was eerily silent now, as he noted his simple black shoes. They were practical shoes, for work, normally impeccably neat and polished. But now they had something upon them. He wiped it off with a finger experimentally, examining it for almost a minute before realization dawned.

He suddenly felt ill, violently so. He had done it. Without even realizing it, he had killed someone. The body, which he had tried so hard to ignore, could no longer be blocked from his vision. He fell onto his knees, tears falling freely. Who was that person? Did he know them? Did they have a family? Would they be missed? Questions tormenting him, again and again!

And yet in the darker corners of his mind, he remembered everything, and he had enjoyed it. The look on the other man’s face when he had been wounded, the blank stare as he realized he was dying, the wave of relief and acceptance that had swept across his features as his eyes closed a final time... That corner of his mind knew that nothing else mattered anymore. It had its answer.

And so he remained there, quivering with the force of his sobs, until the police arrived. They could never find any information from him about what had happened, but neither could they trace the crime to him. It was perfectly executed, they said, not a trace at all. Just a dead man, and another who now wished for nothing more than to join him.

Living so many lives
By: Qeanin

Part three
I have been quiet. Just like Jake told me. I'm worried about Thane. He's just like me, but he doesn't know it. He's the same creature, just younger. Right now another Thane is helping another me. A winged me. Jake had kept Thane locked up in his quarters and told me to tell the captain that Thane died on his last mission. I know I lied, something I rarely ever do. But...If that Thane dies, so does the other one. Then, I'll die because my other self will die without him. I know I'm not making much sense but, thats whats happening

Part Four
Oaklike smiled at me and then walked over to a tablet.
"I am one of these beings." She pointed to one of the shadow people one the walls.
"I am a Shaden. A creature of dark yet without us there would be no light." She said in an almost singing voice. Oaklike looked at me, her eyes bright and alive, not dull like they used to be. Her wings were now almost all dark crimson red.
"A what? Creature of darkness?" I asked. I had thought she was an angel or something, but no. She was something I had never heard of before. Oaklike giggled.
"I am a soul. A soul with a mind of it's own. Most souls live inside of a person and give them life. I am my own person. Am I making any sense?" She asked flexing her wings slightly. I processed what she had said for a minute. A creature of darkness that gives a person life. I had always thought that your soul was a thing of light and purity but for some reason I knew that what said was real. The truth.
"Yes. I understand." I said still unsure of my own thoughts. Oaklike turned away from the wall and went into the center of the cavern. She looked around her, I didn't know what she was doing and was about to ask when she unfurled her wings. It was a sight to behold.
They were beautiful, and almost reached me where I was standing. Oaklike looked up to the ceiling and sighed. She pulled her wings back to her body. Now, her wings were completely crimson red.

I mad a few edits on another site and I don't feel like editing all my other posts so just go with the flow <3

Living so many lives
By: Qeanin

Part Five
Out in space.
For weeks now, Jake has been bombarding me with questions about the tablet. Why did I do what I did when he first showed it to me? What did the tablet mean to me? I never spoke a word. He would sometimes threaten me, by saying he would kill Thane. I knew he was bluffing. Sometimes he would put the laser pistol to my head and say that if I didn't tell him he would kill me. I knew that if he killed me, he'd be just as bad off then as he is now. So I said nothing.We docked at a space port. Jake made me stay behind. It was another day a useless questioning, but Jake never gave up. Then, there was a knock on the door. Jake looked up, a glint of panic in his eyes. But he pulled himself together, put his gun in its holster, and went to the door.
"Hello?" He asked, but before he could say any more there was a loud 'thud' and he fell to the ground, nose bleeding. I looked up, there was a girl in the door way. Not much younger than me.
"Goodbye." She said taking a shot form her bag and injecting Jake with some kind of molten gold liquid. Then she stood and cut Thane's bonds. Her hair was brown and her bangs had been died a very vibrant ocean blue. But what had really caught my eye was the tattoos on her shoulder blades. Wings, the same color as her hair. She was also one of my kind.
"Take the tablet. I'll get him." She said, in a voice way beyond her looks. I did as she said. Her wings were blue, a sign of age and years, that meant that she was my elder and I was obligated to do as she said. She carried than down the hallways while I carried the tablet. She took us to an airlock where she had snuck in and where her ship was attached to our hull. She put Thane in the back seat and the tablet in a padded case. I sat in the seat next to her.
"May I be so kind, as to ask your name?" I asked her. She smiled.
"No problem. I'm Qeanin. Third born." She said starting the shuttle. My eyes widened in surprise and honor. I was with the third born, the most powerful and respected of my race.

Rain fell into the street. Thunder echoed in the distance. A man, only seen as the lightning light the city for a split second, walked the alley. His wet black hair covered his left eye. The knife in his hand was ready to kill. He saw his target. The man fit the description perfectly. He walked in a crouch hidden in the shadows. As he reached his target, he stood upright. Quickly, he stabbed the back of his target as he reached around to cover the man's mouth to muffle the screams. Slowly, he lowered the lifeless body to the ground and walked away.
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This is an excerpt from my short story "Silence"

Have you ever felt someone has been taking pictures of you on the streets? Unexplained murders in your neighborhoods? Nicholas Crenshol may have been one of the culprits.

For six years in numerous towns across New England, 42 unexplainable murders occurred. Seven murders each year in New England states. Nicholas Crenshol takes seven stealthy pictures of his “victims�. He always left clues of who was next. He would post a picture of them on a pole. His goals were to assassinate all his victims before November 17. For him it was a sport. For us it was a life or death situation.
8:30p.m 10/31/01, Halloween, Nicholas Crenshol was in unexpected places with his camera ready. *Click*, the first picture, he dashed stealthily to his next spot. *Click*, the second picture, as soon as he could take that picture he would dash off into the woods dodging branches, twigs, and low hanging objects also jumping the hood of an abandoned car. Aimed his camera and, *Click* the third picture. Somebody saw Nicholas. *Click* quickly, he photographed them. They told the authorities of a tall thin man with shady eyes taking pictures. When the police heard the bystander they rushed to the scene and saw nothing. By the end of the night, Nicholas had taken the rest of the pictures.
Back at his small “hideout� he plotted spooky and unthinkable ways of tormenting his victims. He got all his devices ready, timed bombs, remote detonators, hand grenades, silenced pistols, and a switchblade, and a rope.
He had observed his victims schedules. He went for the first victim. Nicholas placed a timed bomb under the hood of his “prey’s� car.
As he turned around to run, a police man stopped him. Not knowing what to do Nicholas ran. He ran to a hill. Children were playing in piles of colorful piles of leaves. Toy witches were hanging everywhere. Gooey cakes were being eaten. The running and screaming children had no clue of what was going on. Nicholas snatched the coat of a child and took it hostage.
He ran with the boy no older than six to a bridge. He told the child told hold on to his jacket. He took the rope and tied a loop that tightens upon being pulled around his waist. The other end was tied around a pillar on the bridge. Nicholas jumped down and the child squirmed free. The boy landed in a lake and swam ashore. As Nicholas tried grabbing him, his arms fell through his loop. He grabbed it while the loop was near his neck.
Nicholas had strangled himself. The eerie glow that once glistened in his eyes was gone. The criminal whom assassinated others, was dead. Years passed and no one mentioned Nicholas Crenshol ever again. His legacy was over.

The Crucifier


Rain trickled down the glass as the hooded figure got in the taxi. He was an odd fellow, though clearly stating the destination of his desire. He kept to himself and didn’t speak. At least not until the driver asked for his pay.
When this happened, the stranger lowered his hood. All across his face were scars and gashes. At once, the driver recognized the man immediately. He was always on the news. Reports of a people being “crucifying� people to walls with knives then stabbing and torturing them were all over the news.
Just then, the driver blacked out. The man gained consciousness and screamed. His hands were pierced with knives and stuck on a board.
“Good, you’re awake� hissed a sinister voice from the side.
The man looked over. In the twilight of the room, a man whose skin could match the hue of the moon’s light was standing in the corner. He was holding something. The man could not tell what it was except for the white hot tip that glowed in the darkness of the Crucifier’s lair.
Surrounding them on the shelves were blood-sulked bones and skulls. In the gloom of the room a corpse, looking as though it just passed through the veil of life and death, lay motionless on the ground covered in gashes.
“I’ve been getting more fortunate by the minute� muttered the killer as he recognized his new victim. “Dan Johnston, we meet again.�
“Keep your pointed tongue behind your teeth you filthy man.�
“Someone’s ill-mannered. Then again you’ve always been that way. You put me through an immeasurable hell when we were in school together.� The man walked closer, “Never considering the pain you caused me. I thought I could escape your taunting after my sudden disappearance but apparently you liked to play with you prey�
Dan felt a searing pain in his leg that was obviously made by a torched fire poker.
“As do I!� he finished.
“So is this what you planned for me?� Dan asked “Pain above all else?�
“Yes, but where to start?�
He grabbed a steak knife.
“Should I cut out your tongue? No, I want to hear all your pleas for mercy. I think I will start with your eyes.�
Dan mustered all his strength and kicked the knife out of the Crucifier’s hand. The knife fell but there was no sound on the floor but instead a scream came from the murderer. The knife fell, instead, into Crucifier’s foot.
“Yes, never leaving me alone are you�
“If I were to leave I’d have to rip my hands through these knives but yet that would still not satisfy your blood-lust would it?�
“No, but killing you will bring me that much closer.�
The Crucifier pulled the knife from his foot and with great force, stuck the knife through Dan’s heart from blade to hilt.

Rain drops seems to illuminate from the lightning in small town of Sil, a Dark Druid, Psuedo, testing his knowledge of the Ancient Dark Arts in his towns underground tunnels against the law abiding Justiciars. Blood stains the tunnel walls as Dark spells cut through the armor and skin of the law-keepers armor. In the foggy mist of the tunnels Pseudo sees an escape and quickly casts a Dark Blind spell on the surrounding area and makes his way up the tunnel ladder. Local citizens couldn't help but hearing the death shrieks of the Justiciars and run out to stop him. Unexpeirenced bodies fly everywhere and their blood paints the side of Psuedo's mask. A mystic Aura surrounds Psuedo as his body lifts off the ground and shoots toward the church roof. A bright flash of lightning reveals him with his hand towards the heavens and a low muttering could be heard. A dark shroud circles the town. A wave of Psuedo's hand and the shroud vanished and revealed the town in burnt ruins.

Noise echoed through the hallway as the commute from class to class progressed. From the slots in the locker Ilia spot a giant among others emerge from the corner of the hallway. She knew what was coming from all of the scars and bruises. Ilia saw a gleam from the cuffs of her bully. As the crowd cleared the hall, Ilia remain hidden behind her locker door. A long shadow began to cover Ilia. She’s right over me; she thought preparing herself and getting ready for the storm. A metallic scraping noise could be heard inches away. A gleam in the hallway light and within seconds Ilia had a burning sensation across her wrists. All of the sudden she was slammed into the back of her locker and a loud slam vibrated in her eardrums. Then she had a wild though of how to end all of this. She readied herself for a Very bad pain that would overcome her mouth in a second. With tears streaming down her cheeks her jaws snapped close and she screamed with pain. The outside of the locker became noisy but all of that seemed to dissolve as she lost consciousness for the last time

It burned his heart like a flame to a candle. Seeing the too together after the lie that hung in his head. I can’t date till high school. What a filthy lie that was. In fact, that morning he had saw her with the lowest form of people. A jock. He wished he could go blind so he couldn’t see them together. The way they laughed and the way they flirted. All the times they had danced and hugged meant nothing. His thoughts of her couldn’t have been more wrong. She was just like the other girls. Not able to live unless they have a so called “relationship�

Down in the depths of an abandoned mine shaft, an unknown species of animals lurked. They had rock hard bodies and wings and lived in mounds of sulpher .these species.
One day some exploring teens unfurled their species. This discovery altered history forever. The teens scoured around and found a deep mine shaft. They also noticed a black and red mine cart and hopped in. in a split second the cart raced down the tracks to make a deafening screech. It came to an abrupt halt. The teens looked around wondering where they were. A creature from the mounds watched them. They were clueless as to what was going to happen to them next. An abyssal bird flew at an amazing speed and gashed the smallest ones legs. They found a dead body covered in maggots with decomposed flesh and organs hanging on the cavern wall.
They were scared. Not the casual Halloween scared. The kind of scared nobody dares to think of. They searched and searched for the cart but couldn’t find it. They walked along the mine cart tracks and found the cart. They hopped in. it moved fast, but slower than last time and gaining speed. A reptile swooped down and knocked the unconscious teen out of the cart. He rolled down the hill. They were going as fast, if not faster than last time. All they could do is watch a great friend roll to his inevitable death.
All the sudden the smallest one woke up. It was all a dream. As he went to school he noticed a scar on both of his legs where he used to not have one.

From 5th grade (Now in 7th)

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@rider686

The Crucifier


Rain trickled down the glass as the hooded figure got in the taxi. He was an odd fellow, though clearly stating the destination of his desire. He kept to himself and didn’t speak. At least not until the driver asked for his pay.
When this happened, the stranger lowered his hood. All across his face were scars and gashes. At once, the driver recognized the man immediately. He was always on the news. Reports of a people being “crucifying� people to walls with knives then stabbing and torturing them were all over the news.
Just then, the driver blacked out. The man gained consciousness and screamed. His hands were pierced with knives and stuck on a board.
“Good, you’re awake� hissed a sinister voice from the side.
The man looked over. In the twilight of the room, a man whose skin could match the hue of the moon’s light was standing in the corner. He was holding something. The man could not tell what it was except for the white hot tip that glowed in the darkness of the Crucifier’s lair.
Surrounding them on the shelves were blood-sulked bones and skulls. In the gloom of the room a corpse, looking as though it just passed through the veil of life and death, lay motionless on the ground covered in gashes.
“I’ve been getting more fortunate by the minute� muttered the killer as he recognized his new victim. “Dan Johnston, we meet again.�
“Keep your pointed tongue behind your teeth you filthy man.�
“Someone’s ill-mannered. Then again you’ve always been that way. You put me through an immeasurable hell when we were in school together.� The man walked closer, “Never considering the pain you caused me. I thought I could escape your taunting after my sudden disappearance but apparently you liked to play with you prey�
Dan felt a searing pain in his leg that was obviously made by a torched fire poker.
“As do I!� he finished.
“So is this what you planned for me?� Dan asked “Pain above all else?�
“Yes, but where to start?�
He grabbed a steak knife.
“Should I cut out your tongue? No, I want to hear all your pleas for mercy. I think I will start with your eyes.�
Dan mustered all his strength and kicked the knife out of the Crucifier’s hand. The knife fell but there was no sound on the floor but instead a scream came from the murderer. The knife fell, instead, into Crucifier’s foot.
“Yes, never leaving me alone are you�
“If I were to leave I’d have to rip my hands through these knives but yet that would still not satisfy your blood-lust would it?�
“No, but killing you will bring me that much closer.�
The Crucifier pulled the knife from his foot and with great force, stuck the knife through Dan’s heart from blade to hilt.


I forgot... This is my worst of them

In the WC (A short short story)

by sad_girlformat

Note: It's mainly written to reflect my thoughts of the past present and future. If there is a past, there is a present, and therefore, a future. But if something in the past was not the way it was, then the present would be different, and the future would holds a different potential. I know it's hard to understand a bit, but it's mainly written with emotion, so it shouldn't make sense. There is not past, there is not future. This is a capture of just the present.



She sat there in the bathroom, hands covered her ears. The yelling evoked a long lost emotion in her. She started crying, eyes wide open, tear on the brim, freely flowing down her cheeks. She rocked violently as she cried in silent.

The door smashed open. A tall figure stepped in, looking down at her.
What happened, he asked while kneeling down beside her. she continued crying. He wanted to take back his words the moment he yelled out, but it still too late. He in front of her and pulled her in an embrace. It’s okay to cry, whatever it is. Her tears rolled on his shirt, dissolving. He softly stroked her hair and whispered comforting words. She started to hiccupped and rubbed her eyes on his shirt. She stopped crying. Slowly she regained her consciousness and noticed the situation. Violently she pushed him away and attempted to stood up. He cradled her right when she falled and lead her to the bedroom. She used every ounce of her strength to struggle, but her weak body give in when she was tucked in the warm bed. Take a nap, he told her, hands covering her eyes. The strange feeling inside her automatically erupted her tears again, how crying in his hands. She use her hands and pushed his hand on her eyes. For a while, they remained motionless, only her hiccups are heard. She thought she slept, and right now she is in her dream. Her tears left her with no strength, but she managed to dragged herself to sit. She softly ran her fingers down his cheeks, then asked him, why are you so nice to me. He looked at her, knew that she cannot distinguished reality from fantasy at the moment, took the advantage and speak his heart. I never hated you… she planted a small peck at the corner of his lips before he could finish. Thank you, she whispered and smiled softly. She laid her head on the pillow and was fast asleep. He was too surprised to have spoken anything, only looked longingly to the girl sleeping on his bed. He kissed her forehead and spent the rest of the time looking at her face. He could’ve changed many things from their first meeting, but things might not have end up this way.

Please PM me if you have any critism or comment~

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Something written a while ago. Excuse me if it doesn't make much sense


The Girl Without a Face

There once was a girl without a face. Now, she had a mouth, a nose and two round eyes on her head complete with two ears, one on each side. Everything on her head was where it should be, and yet she didn�t have a �face�. Despite this, she was not a very peculiar girl. After all, no one else had faces either. No one in this world was able to express themselves using their every morning she woke up to a grayscale world of black, gray, white; these were the colors that constituted her life. The girl was not unhappy with the world she lived in. She was used to it; some even say she was satisfied with it. But perhaps she did wish for a change, if that was possible. Although, to be honest, she was not sure at all what she felt. When her fingers stumbled along her own face, she found no expression, she was faceless. There never was a furrowed brow, her small lips never gathered into a smile or a frown. All she knew was that she tied her jet black hair with a red ribbon every morning. Whether she was looking for a change, she wasn�t sure herself. But as she ventured outside every morning of her life, she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would find someone else wearing a red ribbon.

These days, she couldn�t seem to remember too many things clearly. Who could blame her? There was never a break from her daily routine. Even as she crossed the street in the busy city the people she bumped into while pushing her way through were same every morning. Perhaps they were indeed different people each morning, but without faces or any distinction, it was hard to tell. Just like she has done everyday since she could remember, the girl walked on the city pavements, her fingers just barely trailing the buildings that surrounded her as she walked. People in their grays and blacks seemed to fade into the background as she walked. Then, she saw it, the color. It was bright red, much like the ribbon in her own hair. Subconsciously, the girl raised her right hand to the ribbon, but without the courage to touch it. Her cheeks felt tight, her lips stretched. Surprised, the girl then moved her fingers to her cheeks, feeling a change in her face. Her brows were raised, and her lips parted slightly. A look of confusion and surprise filled her eyes. Both fascinated and surprised, the girl stood her mouth agape that she hadn�t even noticed the figure in the red scarf approaching her. When she had realized that there was a foreign object, a person in front of her, the girl looked up and saw a face half buried within the scarf. Not just a mouth, nose and eyes, a real face. Her jaw dropped even more and before she had time to react, the figure reached out his hand, grabbed hers and started running, dragging the girl with him.

Excited and scared, the girl stared dumbfounded at the figure dragging her away. She knew he was taking her away from the world of grays and whites, from the world of no faces. Her mind snapped back at the reality of the situation. Racing, her mind was beginning to clutter up with infinite amount of questions. Was this what she wanted? To be away from all she knew, from all she�s ever known? What if the world different from the ones she knew was worse than this? What if she regretted it later on? With that thought, the girl felt her hand slip from the firm grip of the red scarf. It was slow and gradual, and she was sure she could have stopped it from slipping if she had desired to do so. Yet, she simply watched her hands slip from the firm grip of the figure in front of her. When her hand was finally free from the grip, she stopped running and stared at her hand, her mind blank. Her head then snapped back up and scanned the area for the figure in the red scarf. He was no where to be seen. The girl was still in the world of gray figures without faces. She raised her fingers to her face again, and the raised brow and the opened lip were gone, and her �face� had disappeared again. She was once again faceless and the only thing that was out of the ordinary were the tears rolling down her cheeks. Slowly, the girl placed her index fingers on her eyes as if she would wipe them off, but slid them past her face to the back of her head and fumbled for the red ribbon entangled in her hair. She tugged on it a couple times and let her hair fall as the ribbon fell out of place. Strangely enough, the ribbon didn�t seem so vibrant anymore. She let her fingers drop and the ribbon fall on the ground.
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Wow nice story! ^^

Another romantic story that I would like to share~ Please do pm me with criticism and comments

Ferris wheel (Part 1)

The park is sprinkled with dews of the early morning; faint music can be heard from the carousal. Families filed in from the entrance, happily leading their children to many interesting rides. Happy people, nice atmosphere, except for one.
“Where are your parents?� A lady asked the blond-haired kid, who was softly crying by the fountain. He rubbed his eye, red and swollen from all the tears and ran into the lady. He hugged her crying. Surprised, she slowly comforted him, smiling again like she once use to. “Everything is alright…� She patted his back lightly, hugging him now. He sniffed and hiccupped violently.
“Do you know where your parents are now?� She asked him with questioning maroon eyes. His blue eyes looked back at her, he stared at the floor, then he rush in to buried his face again. She sighed. Knowing that he wouldn’t speak, she decided to carried him around and look for his parents. He might speak after they get use to each other. Constantly checking the time, she walked around the amusement park, looking for blond haired people who might be this child’s parents. Attending rides, the child began to smile. They went to the stall and bought some drink. “I’m Alicia� she said as she handed over the juice. He looked up and gave a bright smile. She held his hands and led him around the park.

Ferris Wheel (Part 2)

“Sorry!� Alicia bumped into a large figure. She glanced up, scrutinizing the man. His silhouette figure is huge. Copper brown hair supported by handsome face, with almond colored eyes dancing with excitement. He slowly approached her. Taken by surprise, she closed her eyes shut, heart thumping in chaos. “C’est Beau!� he wrapped his arms around both of them, as the kid is clinging on to Alicia. Flushed, she back away with the kid and slowly let him down. Quickly, he hid behind her, peaking at the guy. The figure frowned, bending down in front of Alicia; he tried to talk to him. “Hey Beau, let’s go home.� he cheerfully said. The kid looked up to Alicia, on the verge of tears again. Alicia couldn’t bear the thought of this guy harassing the child. “What are you to this kid?� She questioned the mysterious man. Noticing her, he scanned her. Perfect. Jet black hair with dark eyes, porcelain skin with flushed cheeks. Her protective gestures make her even more attractive. “I’m Steve, his guardian� He held out his hand while kneeling in front of her. Alicia held out her hand. With one swift motion, Steve held her hand and kissed it. She quickly retreat her hand and held the child and led him away. Seizing the chance, Steve took Beau’s other hand. Her heart is still thumping like crazy, and she let him held on to Beau. It is not time to back up.

Ferris Wheel (Part 3)

“Cotton Candy?� Steve bought one for Beau, who ate happily. Beau didn’t seem to be rash about Steve anymore. He looked up at Alicia, who hasn’t say anything and handed her the cotton candy. She smiled back and took a bite from his hand. Beau beamed. Unconsciously, Steve also kneels down and takes a bite from the cotton candy. For some time their eyes met, Alicia’s heart pounded furiously. Beau went in and hugged Steve, who was smiling to her. Carrying Beau on piggyback, he stood up. They continued to tour the amusement park.

The sun rose above their head, clanking of utensils and chatting filled the whole area. “Since he found his guardian, I should get going.� Alicia bowed. As she turned, Beau started crying. She look back and noticed his outstretch arms reaching for her. Steve was trying to comfort him. With puppy eyes, he silently pleaded her to stay. Soft-hearted, she sighed. Alicia walked up to Beau and took him from Steve. Beau beamed and kissed her cheek. She gave a surprised laugh and snuggled him. Steve watched them and grinned. He went up to them and snuggled Beau too, thus causing her face to be inches away from his. He quickly stole a kiss. Shocked, she was speechless. “I think he likes you.� Steve said to Alicia. He held on to her hand and led them to the ferry wheel. Alicia don’t know what to do to this stranger who have just stole a kiss. But because Beau is hugging her tight, she decided to go along. “Water! Bird!� Beau exclaimed. Sitting opposite, she studied him while he was playing with Beau. He is young, not old enough to be a father. His vivid eyes danced with excitement. He glanced over and she quickly directed her gaze away. Beau goes up to Alicia and snuggled her, tired from the whole day, and end up sleeping on her lap. She slowly runs her hand through his hair, ignoring Steve, lightly smiling. Seeing her smile, he approached her again when she was closing her eyes, humming a lullaby. He softly caressed her face, and then placed a gossamer kiss on her full lips. The warm touch lingers after he move his face away. “What was that for?� she whispered. He smiled at her. “I think I am in love.�

Forever
(and this is the second part)

But back in the present era, a clap of thunder as loud as a thousand demons roared through the sky and sent many people into buildings as the rain began to pour harder than before. It had always rained in Peru, and as long as the neko's daughter lived and aged, the rains would get harder and harsher every year.

On one of the muddy roads, a single figure in a worn-out woolen smock ran down the path with its shoes getting stuck in the mud every so often. When the figure tripped and fell, a fox's tail twitched from beneath the smock and swayed sadly in the downpour. The figure was now on its hands and knees, and it apparently doubted it could make it home. A passerby, who had been walking with his face facing the sky, looked down on the Neko and walked over to help it up.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

The Neko looked up, her green eyes twinkling like summer grass bathed in sunlight. Her hood fell back as she looked up, and two fox ears stood straight up as they searched for dangerous sounds. The Neko's hair was shoulder-length and a fiery red and two ponytails were tied up with long black ribbons. She didn't speak, but held up a muddy hand to the human.

"Alright." the man sighed. "Will you be able to make it back to where you live or do you want me to take you there?"

The Neko blinked at the offer, knowing very well that most humans weren't so friendly. "I don't want to bother you. I'll get myself home."

"Not without falling over repeatedly." The man said. "Do you even have a home?"

His black eyes shone like obsidian stones and they held a mischief that was covered by his seemingly kind nature. The Neko really didn't like humans, but her ears told her to not trust this one. This one had a strong presence about it. She opened her mouth to object, but the human took her hand again and led her to the building just behind them.

Forever
(part three, now ^-^)

When they entered the building, the Neko immediately recognized it as the only Inn run by a Neko family. As the man who helped her up pulled her through the crowd of soaked individuals, she thought that he might be staying at the Inn. A sudden, sick thought crossed her mind but the Neko waved it from her thoughts quickly. They climbed the flight of stairs and rounded a few corners before finally reaching the man's room. He stopped and let go of the neko's hand only to hold out his other hand in a friendly manner.

"My name is Dmi and I've been a traveler in and out of Peru for a while now. Will you tell me your name?" he asked, a smile tweaking his lips.

The girl pouted, her ears flat and tail twitching in an upset manner, and stuck her hand out to meet his. Shaking it stiffly, she replied with a glimmer of mysterious relief in her eyes. "I'm Minkai."

Dmi smiled widely and opened up the door to the room. Walking inside, he took off his raggedy coat and helped Minkai out of hers. He set a pan of water onto a small, shivering stove for tea and sat down at the sturdy wooden table. "You can sit down, you know." he said.

Minkai sat down, looking around the room. She had seen the insides of this Inn before because she worked here in the sunny seasons. The walls were a strong wood, a kind that was intertwined with other planks to keep different fragrances ousting the bad smells in the inn. Although the Neko people were ridiculed in Peru, this was the only building where they were respected. The furniture was of the same mix of woods and looked very poor for the status of an Inn, but it kept the people who stayed there alive and warm.

As her eyes pranced around the room, Dmi rested his head on his hands while staring at Minkai. When she finally looked over at him, he smiled. "I won't do anything bad to you, I just don't think that a fox should try and walk home in a foot of mud."

She answered him with a stern glare and turned to stare out a small window. "When will it stop raining?" she asked, her ears alert.

"If I said I never wanted them to stop, you'd probably up and leave thinking I was a sick-minded man. I'm not, and you should trust me only on that and my name, by the way. The rains should be away by twilight, so we have a few hours."

"I'll leave before they let up, though." Minkai said, looking over at Dmi. "I just met you."

"I know that. I might not have helped someone up like I did with you; I'm not that kind of person. But there just seems to be something about you that I feel I can trust." Dmi said, yawning widely and closing his eyes. "The rain makes me smile, and tired."

"My conscience says I shouldn't trust you. What do you say to that?" Minkai asked impatiently.

Forever
(part four, final)

One obsidian eye opened slowly, and stared lazily at Minkai. For a split moment, she was startled at how perfect Dmi looked. His features were perfectly marbled, although his skin was pale, and his eyes were obviously so glass-like that he seemed as if he was only a doll.

His voice was soft and filled with the grogginess one would have after just waking up. "I say that you leave me alone and let me sleep. You don't need to stay here any longer."

Minkai put her face in her hands, looking away from Dmi's face. "Ooh..." she moaned silently to herself. "Why me?"

The Neko and human sat in silence for an eternity, the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightening soothing Dmi into a sleepy state and frightening Minkai out of her skin. Dmi had moved himself over to the small couch located in the dark corner, telling Minkai she could sleep on the bed if the rain wouldn't let up soon. Minkai had answered by glaring at Dmi until he had to turn away from her piercing look.

Hours passed and the rain continued to beat down. Dmi had long since entered a deep essence of sleep, and Minkai guessed that it was well past nightfall. She didn't think it would be a good idea to walk home in the dark with potential crazies ready to kill the first Neko they saw. But then again, it probably wasn't a good idea to stay with Dmi, either. In the end of her mental battle, Minkai curled herself up on the white sheets of the bed and closed her eyes, jumping every time the thunder roared. She finally drifted off into a fitful sleep and slept, undisturbed, until early the next morning.

out of boredom I write this:

A simple dance
By: Qeanin

Qeanin walked down the street, the soft light of the street lamps showing her the way. Then she finally came to the carriage that Thane had sent to pick her up. Thane had invited her to a ball that his grandmother had put together.
Qeanin stepped into the carriage. Her simple sapphire dress sparkling in the moon light. The ride to Thane's grandmother's mansion was short but Qeanin just couldn't wait.
"Oh, the joy of actually getting to dance with him." She thought to herself. She stepped out of the carriage and onto the brick pavement. Her hair was put up in a bun, and she wore an amethyst necklace and ring. The ring...That ring Thane had given her as n engagement ring. the wedding was in three months. What if his family found out that she was an Ah Fey? What if his grandmother didn't let them marry? Qeanin shook her head.
"Rid yourself of such thoughts deary. Everything will be okay. she reassured herself. Straitening her back and breathing deep, Qeannin walked toward to doors.

Another one out of boredom and well, I dunno it's just plain weird >w<

Goblin
By: Qeanin

Key walked through the palace gardens. She was the seventh and youngest born of the royal Goblin family. Her almost white blond hair was up in a fancy bun that her second elder sister had done for her. Her eyes where a sharp and almost alive ice blue. Key might've been the youngest but she was still the tallest out of all of her older sisters.
Key smiled. She had always liked the fact that she was taller, like her mother. Her mother...Her mother had died in the last war against the humans. A brave warrior her mother had been. Now Key and her six sister lived and were taught by her father, The Goblin King. His real name he kept hidden for reasons Key would never understand.
Key leaned down to sniff one of the lunar roses. It's sent was strong and pungent, almost like a good stick of incense. It was amazing how fast the lunar roses grew without the presence of humans. Symbol called out to Key from her bedroom window.
"C'mon Key! A messenger bird came and said that daddy's on his way back and he has a whole wagon load of stuff that the Dragons gave him!"
"Awesome! I'll run to the front gate as fast as I can!" Key yelled back. As Symbol ducked inside Key picked a few lunar roses, a red tulip, and five sour flowers, and than ran to the front gate. She tied up the little bundle of flowers with a green ribbon form her dress as she ran.
When Key got to the front gate all of her sisters were already there waiting for their father to trot through the gate. Key joined Symbol and Feather, her two closest sisters. At first it seemed normal, but when Kay's father didn't arrive after an hour Key began to worry, so did everybody else.

Continuing last post:

Goblin
By: Qeanin

Two hours. Still no sign of the king. Key picked a the grass. What was taking him so long? Symbol was braiding Feather's hair and her other sisters were either pacing or sitting down. A demon would be able to smell the panic and worry in the air, the whole situation was that bad. Just then, a messenger bird flew over the castle walls and landed at Keys feet. Key took the scroll that had been tied to it's back.

"My youngest daughter,
On my way home we were ambushed by humans. As you know, I took only my scribes and one guard with me, so we were easily overthrown. I was able to sneak this letter to before the humans could see. I know what I'm saying next will confuse you, but in time it will make sense. Go to my room, pull that lever I told you never to touch, then go where it leads you. Take only Symbol and Feather with you. None of your other sisters or anybody else in the castle is to know about this. The room in which the lever leads you will answer most of your questions. Instructions will be awaiting you there.

I love you Key,
Father."

Key read the whole thing to herself. Not letting sound escape her lips. When she was done she took the bird and stood up.
"Symbol, Feather, come with me." She said this softly as she didn't want her other sisters to hear. Symbol and Feather looked at each other, stood, and followed Key.
The climb to their fathers room was long. No wonder he wouldn't go up here unless he really needed to. When they finally came to the door, a forbidding feeling came over all of them. After a few seconds of standing there, Key opened the door. The lever was in the upper left and corner of the room. Key went over to it, Symbol and Feather followed hesitantly. Pulling all the courage she could muster, Key reached out and pulled the lever. It was heavy and in need of oil, but she pulled it all the way anyway.
One of the bookcases moved away from the wall and revealed a door with intricate metal vines entwining it.
"Whoa." They all said at once.

Here's something I found from last year... I think its a tad odd, though =/

Marcus was on his daily route down the alleyways of New York. He made this journey every night: down the same alley at the same time, and no one ever discovered him. He had been this way since he was sixteen.
Marcus was the outcome of a thief and murderer. He never wanted to be the thing of one of the most wanted arsonists in New York. Marcus never wanted his father Jason to commit suicide after he killed his mother Lilac.
“Argh!� Marcus cried kicking a trashcan and sending a thin cat screeching onto a windowsill. “What did I do to deserve this?� He slumped onto the slimy brick wall, but ran further down to prevent being seen.
The pale full moon was shining across Marcus’s pale face. His pale gray eyes had held every emotion anyone could experience except for the caring emotion of love. His pale skin and jet-black hair made him look dead, or like a porcelain doll.
Off in the distance, a police siren sounded and got louder and more irritating for disturbing Marcus’s silence. Upon worrying about the clash with the can, he got up and walked grimly into the bleak night of his mind.

And so it goes on!

Goblin
By: Qeanin

They just stood there for a minute. Key was so confused, where would this door lead? How would her questions be answered? Shaking off her doubts, Key walked up the door. She put her hand on the cool metal handle. Key pulled the door open, with much ease surprisingly enough. Symbol and Feather followed her down the hallway. The hallway had been light by magic orbs floating in the air above their heads. The path seemed to go up in a spiral.
They came to tend of the passage, another door with metal vines stood in front of them. Key open this one easily to. They all stepped in to the room. It was filled with all sorts of items and knick-knacks. In the center of the room was a very big, very thick book resting on a book stand. Key walked over it as Symbol and Feather looked at all of the weapons and wands.
"Eht koob fo sgnik...." Key read aloud. She closed her eyes, trying to remember how to read and understand old Goblin. Then she remembered.
"The book of kings. Wonder whats in it..." Key opened the front cover, but before she could read what was on it, the pages flipped to the middle of the book. She scanned over the page. It was all written in old Goblin. There was a note on the page.
"Key, if you're reading this it means that I might still be alive. Go to page 980." Key read the note in her head this time. This was even more confusing but she did as the note said. Symbol and Feather came over to watch her.