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Prison keysThe chains scrape against the stones below, and a chorus of low hums and sad songs echo in my ears. Day...well, its hard to say. This room is empty, and there is a ghost chained to the wall. He can see through a window to the outside world. Barred though, outside he saw three boys. He named them the three kings. What were their names, who were they. Days went by, months crawled across the walls, and years chained him to the ground. The jailer was cruel to the ghost. Leave it be, it is not human...It could never feel. I looked outside, past those bars, and found myself frozen. Thunderstorms clouded my mind. Their parents were there. Right there. But, the ghost felt pain for what he saw. I will not let them suffer. A booming voice came from the door, he cant feel, he'd better give up. The door warped in the ghost's anger, he couldn't give up. Outside...he saw the clouds, oh the clouds. One King was given away...his family no longer wanted him. The clouds grew darker. One king...was invis
You. (Possibly a short story series)You smirk, dropping the knife to the ground, drops of blood threatening to to hit you as the blade made contact with the concrete of the alley. The body of a women laid a few inches away from the tips of your toes. Her throat was cut and she had a major stab wound in her lower abdomen. You squat down to wipe your blood covered hands on the women's shirt. When you stand back up, you take in a deep, satisfied breathing, knowing the job was done. You turn on your heels, ready to leave, but wait, no prints left behind, right? You pick up your knife and slip it into its sheath positioned on your hip. You dig in your pockets for a lighter. Once you locate it you pull it out, then make flames come out of it. You chuckle lightly as you whisper to yourself, "Burn, baby, burn." You light the lady's body a blaze, glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody is watching or looking. You put your hand over your nose at the awful smell of burning human flesh. Somebody's attention is bound to be dr
PawnsI was twelve when my mother pressured me into receiving tutelage from a Mr. Tony Malkinet every Thursday in the intricate art of chess. I mean, when I was a kid, sure it interested me; however, I wouldn’t have gone so far as to push my child into taking lessons like my mother forced me to do. I had no idea how much she paid this cynical, opinionated atheist to tutor me… and I think the real reason was she saw Tony as a good fatherly role model for me.
Since the day I was born, I had no one to call my father. No one to play catch with or watch a football game with; therefore, I became an isolated, budding intellectual, spending the majority of my free time bettering my intelligence. Tony always saw potential in me which boosted my self-esteem; he would constantly compare his younger self to me and encouraged my interests in the arts, religion, and debating.
It was Thursday, and I’ll admit, I get excited when it’s time to drive to Tony’s. When I showed up, I
Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks - Sneak PeakFlare Tiger walked down in the dark room which lived in deepest basement, which below the Canterlot High School as it’s had two basements but unknown to them, that’s Flare Tiger had created the third and finally, the third basement known as Haunted Shade Basement which she’s choose to scared other by used her old friend, Shadow Cat aka Nightmare Partner in her friend’s codename which Dragon Strike Force didn’t want used her for few reasons that’s she’s very danger and able sneaky around a lots, also, she’s loved killed most of time when she was need. Flare Tiger smiled to see her friend who sat and playing on the television which is game, Flare Tiger decided to pass by and her friend noticed her and smiled in greeting in friendly cat’s tone to Flare Tiger. Flare Tiger nodded right back and walked to the room, which very hugest and very secrets where Flare Tiger didn’t want tell her family about it, not even the outsiders knew
Me and mah BrothaTy:GET DA FUQ OFF OF DA COMPUTAH ALEX!
Me:FUQ NU AND DUN SAY MAH REAL NAME FISH NAMMIT!
Both:Wut wut wut wut i'm gonn-
Older Sister: BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE F!K UP!
Ty:Well someone's on their period
Both:*runs like hell*
The GaffI’ve been here about an hour in this rat-hole for the infirm, and finally the old man pulls out the cards. He mucks about a bit and flutters the deck. He hardly shakes at all and when he does, he adds some bizarre flourish to distract the eye. My old man, such a fucking pro. You'd never know he was sick. His voice is liquid cool as it pitter-patters along at breakneck speed, the cards slapping and him grinning, I don’t listen. Something’s cracked inside and I dive through the crevice, out of my body, into a much younger and frailer self – into a furious and sick, six-year old boy. I smell booze and Aqua Velva. I am in the back of a smoke-infested Buick, where Johnnie Walker Red glazes the cracked and scarred vinyl and pock-marks remain from violations made from number-two pencils.
Nicotinic fingers break the deck and I give him a vague smile. My old man’s eyes flicker and he offers up a classic – his famous ‘Vegas Sidewalk Shuffle”
Unexpected Survival I slowly and groggily opened my eyes, which surprised me. I shouldn't be able to do this, I should have died! But somehow I was still alive, in what looked to be some hospital room.
Slowly, I regained awareness of my body. Me? alive? It mean…
Trying to find a shortcut I got lost, again. Alas, this time I stumbled on some shady business. I would have thought to be killed right then, but instead I just ended as another article.
My captors were into human trafficking, or rather ex-human. They were forcefully transforming young women and teenage girls into succubi, before selling them to prostitution rings. Apparently it became something usual these last years.
They planed to change me too. Seems being female isn't required to become a succubus, it only give you less chance to die in the process.
FootfallThe doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a package sat at my doorstep. I brought it inside and set it on the counter. It was dented on one side and looked as though it had been roughly handled. My name and address was written haphazardly on the top. I sighed, smiling, and pulled out a small knife to cut the packaging tape off the box. Inside was a dart gun and a necklace. I ignored the gun and lifted the necklace up to see it better. It was a wolf fang dangling off a leather cord. I rubbed the fang sullenly with my thumb before slipping the cord over my head. It bounced once against my collar bone before lying still. I closed up the box containing nothing but the gun and hid it in the back of my closet. I wouldn’t be needing it.
I ran outside, slamming the front door behind me and I jumped into my car. It was old and rustic; I thought it was a miracle I could even get it started. It let out a metallic growl before I sped down the empty road. I watched the forest grow as I drove
Constellation - Excerpt from CWTD...
"Something on your mind Rikki?"
Once more I was laying on my back. Grass beneath me, it was cold which felt kind of nice on my bare legs. My shorts scrunched up from falling. My arms laying as if I'm about to make a snow angel. The only part that moved at all was my mouth when I spoke and my eyes blinking. I stared right into the dark hole in his hoodie. The moon behind him, I couldn't see his expression. All I knew was that he was sitting atop me with a knife to my neck and his other hand gripping my shoulder.
He huffed slightly from jumping on top of me. He must have been running toward me to do so, which was odd cause I was already laying out on the grass in my front yard.
"Shut up." I guess Rikki wasn't in a good mood. This was the sixth, no wait... the seventh time he's put a knife to my neck in recent months. I swallowed the saliva that accumulated in my mouth, making the knife move slightly as my saliva moved down my esophagus.
I raised an eyebrow at him, still not saying a
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