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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 6
Kurai and Yuki took Kage back home. Kurai had a few deep gashes on him and was bleeding, so Yuki ordered Kage to go to his room and stay there.
Kage went to his room grudgingly. He closed the door behind him and lied down on his bed, gazing out the window at the bright moon in the sky.
After a little while, Kurai and Yuki entered. Kurai had fresh bandages on, although they were beginning to get stained with blood.
“Kagekao; what were you thinking!? You could have been killed!” Yuki scolded.
Kage grumbled something and sat up, but didn’t really respond.
“What possessed you to go to the city alone, and on top
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 8
Kagekao was still confined to staying inside the house. It was a good thing, even if Kage didn’t see it that way, because his wounds hadn’t fully healed yet; however, because he couldn’t go outside, he was constantly bored throughout the day.
When night finally arrived, Kage climbed into bed to go to sleep. After a few long minutes, he felt himself drifting off; but someone opened the door to his room and rushed inside. It was Yuki; she shut the door silently and then looked at Kage.
“お母さん? 何で-？” (Mom? What is-?) Kage started, but Yuki quickly motioned for him
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 5
Kagekao approached the city. He looked around to make sure there were no humans nearby, and entered it. It felt odd, disobeying his parents like this. He’d never really done it before, but right now he felt like he had to.
He climbed up to the top of a building and looked around for the shinigami. Seeing no one, he continued the search deeper into the city. He saw a few humans, but avoided them. Climbing along the rooftops, he continued his search.
* * *
After a while of searching; he saw someone walking along the sidewalk. They had three large pairs of wings on their back, and a mask and faceplate on. Kage climbed closer silentl
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 7
Kagekao opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light of sunset coming through the window. He coughed and lifted his hand to his chest, feeling the bandages wrapped around him that were caked with dry blood.
He tried to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain came from his back; he groaned.
“Kage, don’t sit up; you have some deep gashes on your back.” A voice from beside him informed.
Kage lied back down and turned his head; Yuki was standing beside his bed.
“Mom, I-” Kage started to speak.
“Kagekao! What were you thinking?!” Yuki interrupted him.
“It’s just that I . . . umm . . . I
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 4
“お父さん. . .” (Dad . . .)
Kagekao knelt by his father, crying. The day had been so happy and fun; and now this. The night was silent, no cars, no people, nothing.
Kage felt something new start to burn inside him; what was that? . . . hate?
Scollex’s body had burned up into sparks and ashes, which drifted away on the wind and disappeared out of sight. Yuki picked up the silver daggers which remained, and then ran over to Kage and Kurai.
“クライ!” (Kurai!) She bent down and started to try and find any sign that he was still alive.
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 10
Kage sighed. He climbed further up the roof so that he could no longer hear his parents; he didn’t like to hear them so sad.
Kage climbed to the highest part of the roof and sat down; he felt like he needed some alone time to think. He felt afraid; he didn’t know what his parents were planning, but it didn’t sound very easy.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the night. The wind blowing through the grass and the trees, crickets here and there, things of that sort. They were calming and peaceful, something nice.
Kage opened his eyes, and thought he saw something in the woods. He grew alert and looked over
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 9
Kage closed his eyes tightly, hoping that it was all a dream; some horrible nightmare that had struck in the night. He hoped that he would wake up soon, and everything would be normal.
He opened his eyes; everything was still in its ruined state. He closed his eyes and opened them again; still the same. Kage stood up, but moving had made the open wound on his chest hurt again. He sat back down and sighed. This wasn’t a dream; it hurt too much to be a dream.
Kage sat and waited. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed, everything seemed to drag out. What he perceived as minutes were probably just seconds. Maybe he should jus
The Unknown World- Chapter 2 Warning: This story contains the following; Alcohol and Drug abuse (later in the story). Some sexual content and Horror. ~And thanks to all of you guys who liked and favorite my story that made me really happy and so I will write a story you are going to love ~
As soon a Cry said something about me being up, they all looked in my direction. Scott look even more madder than before. Red walked up to me and crouched down to were I was sitting.
“Hey are you ok?” She asked. I nodded and looked over to Scott’s direction and moved closer to her. She looked at Scott and than back at me. “Don’t worry he won’t hurt you… but something’s out here will hurt you so I would suggest getting up, can you walk?” She asked. I nodded and stood up, slowly started walking towards where everyone was standing.
Playing With One's Food
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes o
The Bathtime IncidentDisclaimer: Don't own YGO.
Qualifier Requirements: Must concern any or all of the Bakuras (Ryou/Yami Bakura/TKB/Zorc *seeing as Yami Bakura is apparently Zorc*), must involve bathtime.
Author Handicap: Must be run serious - can one create a dark bathtime-oriented fic?
Reviews/Comments: Concrit and praise are much loved. Unintelligent flaming is not. Since the contest isn't yet over, I'd be pleased to get some feedback on this, see if I can revise it a little before the due date.
Categories (for FFDotNet submission): Hurt/Comfort and Horror.
The Bathtime Incident
The rain poured down on the ten–year–old, currently struggling soggily down the road with school bag dragging. His normally immaculate clothes were muddied and weighed down, head hanging as he beheld his once–white sneakers before him, stained with
Past -part 1It was a hot day, the sun burned mercilessly and most people hid in their homes. Few remained out, however staying in the shadows.
Claw took off his mask. Sun horribly warm up steel half.
"Put it back," said the girl next to him
"But it's too hot, it burns me," said Claw
"Ehhh ... There you go again?" the girl responded
"Easy for you to say, you do not have to wear this steel trash"
"Claw ... maybe we'll go in a private place, alley is not a good idea"
"If someone comes here, then we get rid of him, Dell."
They didn't wait long for company. He came here a man with a bag of garbage. Claw attacked him quickly to prevent alerting others.
Nowy swiat roz.2Nowy świat roz. 2
- Dzień dobry dziewczy…- zaczęła mama Rozz i natychmiast zamilkła. Jej tata również. Rodzice nie mogli uwierzyć w to co zobaczyli. W kuchni siedziały obce dziewczyny, które wyglądały jakby spadły z choinki. Matka i ojciec Rozz wpatrywali się w nie tępo, kiedy wreszcie ciszę przerwała Agnieszka.
-Tato, mamo. Chciałyśmy wam z Julią coś ogłosić…
-To będzie raczej rozmowa na osobności- dodała Rozz po czym zaprowadziła rodziców do pokoju. Aga została z dziewczynami.
BROTHERS-CHAPTER 210 years later
Ten years went from the day the hungry wolf marked its pray.
I lost every contact with him.To be honest,I actually dont know if he is alive.But no,I wouldnt want to turn like that...not one bit.He was the least guilty for our fathers anger.Well,our father wouldnt be like that if our mother was still alive.He loved her very much,but when he saw her weak,drained body on the white hospital bed,he freaked out.That was the only reason he turned to alcohol.
But enough of that.Let us continue to the next decade.I have build many things from those past years.
I have become a comic book artist.I had a small studio,connected a couple of miles from my house...not more not less.I gained many wonderfull friends too!
,,Ummm Toni?" A gentle looking girl spoke my name.I shouldnt have daydreamed.
,,Sorry Jul,i was just daydreaming".She continued...
My dream of horror chapter 3 Russell got out of his bed walked to the bathroom, grabbed some tissue and went back to his bed. He cleaned up the mess and threw the tissue in the garbage. Once Russell was done, he climbed in his bed and said, "Ok this time, no more weird dreams about me and penny doing...stuff. Then he went back to sleep.
(Back to Russell's Dreamland)
Minka was pacing back and forth getting more and more impatient. "Grr what's taking then so long? Ok that's it, I'm coming down there." Minka said. But before she was about to go down, she saw Russell right at the doorway. "Hey Russell, what took you...hey where's penny ling?" she asked. "Oh she's sleeping
Seeing Is NOT Believing I am sick and tired of Hollywood's bullshit, and I am going to write an essay/rant that nobody but myself and people I directly solicit thumbnails to will read. Regardless, like everything I write, I feel that this must be said, so that I can say that I said it, and so that you can say that you read it.
I don't know why it's so damn hard to do some research these days, but apparently it is. Somewhere, at some point in time, scripts were written. The writers of these scripts were either too lazy, desperate, or greedy to do some research, and these very writers have created one of the most common Hollywood-isms: "Whatever the last movie s
"uplit building" int.A towering thing,
Many secrets it does hide.
a party inside?
Are they dancing?
Perhaps the "electric slide."
That was far too snide.
I'm not laughing.
My invitation does hide.
To home I shall ride.
The Last Flatfoot: Employment Ah, so you're still here, are you? I thought an old fart like me would bore someone like you. Unless you're one of those nosy, inquisitive types. You probably are. That kind of thing makes a good detective. Enough about you, though. You came here to hear my story, and that's what you'll hear.
Well, the next day, I drove down to the police department. I walked in, but I didn't get far before I was stopped by a little old lady at a desk. She asked me, "Do you have an appointment, sweetie?" Her voice made her sound like she had been smoking for a while, maybe since she was 20.
I said back to her, "Well, no, but I was hoping to apply f
The Last Flatfoot: Money You know, in the 60s, $15,000 was a lot in America. Unfortunately, Rent, bills, food and transportation have a way of gnawing on it like insects until it's all gone. Money, that is. Half of it was already gone after I paid a visit to Eddie's Discount Rides.
Eddie was your typical wannabe tycoon, from the cheap furniture in his office, right down to his grimy-looking plaid suit. Boy, he had some beady little eyes, too, and I bet they sparkled whenever he thought money was coming his way. Incidentally, they were doing some sparkling when I walked into his dealership, which also seemed to be his office. The two doors on either side of him
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