The Countdown
FIVE, brayed the voice of Control, making her ears prick and the fur rise along her spine. A mission FOUR the sake of all furkind, the media had called it. At the boom of THREE she braced in the launch suit, giddy with pure oxygen, and tucked her...
The Continent of Shadows
I appologize how short this is; but its how i describe my world (howerever fictional) the continent of shadows the skies, the waters, the very earth died. it was irrevocable; all life was sealed.
Blue Glow
Blue Glow Prologue He loved her. He loved her so much that it hurt sometimes. Was it worth it? He decided that it was, sitting up in the bed and gazing down at her. She looked so...
background
In this world there are rules. Rules on when you wake up, for when you go to work, even what profession you go into. Also there are different requirements based on the four different classes. The classes are the valturins at the top, the...
The lost and the Gained
To the eyes of one I am a monster and to the eyes of another I am a lover. I lay my defenses to rest wishing I could right that that I believed has been wronged. I beg for forgivness only to recieve spite and as I bleed from my mortal wound I lose my...
Look beneath the mask
It's time to wake, my day begins My gaze wanders as I pass through the door I pick a mask to wear today It fits me oh so well I walk, and talk I might pass you by Nothing seems out of place No you never question, you don't look beneath the...
Twisted lies and shattering dream - Echo
#1 of short stories this is a reaction to the vn "echo". i played through leo's route and got the "good ending". felt miserable and wanted to convey something through my writing.
Remember Me, My Love
#1 of short stories a short and somewhat somber story that had popped into my head. there is no real context or explanation for the situation, but just the thoughts running through one's head in a troublesome moment.
Never More
_ **Never More** _ _Night draws the warmth away_ _Leaving those beneath to sway_ _Music softly floating upon the breeze_ _Bodies as one dance upon a play_ _Every voice is unique if only to listen_ _To hear the words they speak from within...
Puppets
A short poem on the realities of the modern age. what fools we are, manipulated with ease. corrupted and controlled, spreading like a disease like a wind with ill intenet, the modern world spreads the modern virus.
Thoughts on chaos and order
Just some ramblings I had whilst having a doodle. The following word salad may not make much sense. This is merely a bunch of thoughts and stream of consciousness I had and has no scientific or philosophical value. Thinking about the...
still bull but im trying OwO
**_Azrael looked at the warped piano in front of him and felt sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned London with its great, grubby gates. It was a place that encouraged his...