There's a single table in a large pitch black room. On one side are four people all suddenly there for unknown reasons. The sound of rocking is heard from one chair.
???: WHY IN BLOODY FUCK AM I TIED TO A FUCKIN' CHAIR?!
???: I heard you were a wil
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“Closed until further notice…”
Alice’s expression shattered. Closed? But the way into Wonderland was never closed! Heart hammering against her rib cage, she closed the distance between herself and the grotesquely twisted and gnarled trunk of the tree
[Bare with me as I edit this, I'm sure there's a lot to be fixed.]
Ashton leads his daughter deeper and deeper into the old ruins of the Warlord Army Headquarters. Mai cautiously follows behind him as memories of her childhood begin to rekindle them
Credits: Jett & Amir | Slight content warning. PG-13 maybe??
No Sonno Cafe~Early evening
"I know what I'm asking," Ceres argued back with a red-headed male that sat across from her in a loveseat. Her dainty fingers pulled her leg up to cross over
In A Place Called Nahar'u Kishori
Lives John Matthew Tehrror!
A Vampire!!
Of The Black Dagger Brotherhood!!
Brother to the Queen of the race, son to Darius of Marklon
In This Realm Kougar has become more than just a Thief.
She is John Matthew Tehrror's M
The War
In ancient lands, lived a horse and a stag.
They were sworn enemies by birth, equal in strength and size. The horse had an idea, and asked man to aid him in war against the stag.
The horse was victorious, but was chained to man forever.
What
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You will notice a new section on this page now, titled "Music embed here".
***Note, placing a general YouTube URL here
Even the dull light from the sunset was giving Malory a splitting headache as she walked to the liquor store. It was only a mile and a half from her house, and she knew she was in no state to drive. Over the past three days, Malory had gone on a bend
FLASH FICTION ENTRIES
1. THE LANDLORD
He stopped, all eight of his eyes scanning the horizon. Filled with self-satisfaction, he took an eight-legged stance upon the bookshelf he had ascended like a mountaintop. Bristled forelegs raised, a silve
Malory miiiight have made a mistake.
But how could she have left the little creature out there on its own, just the perfect food for any goblin walking by?
It was a sitting duck. Literally.
It had been a rather slow week for Malory. Little work, not i
Minutes away from the past event we stopped at Sara’s home. Her apartment was located in some old building the place was filled with some small animals called insects and other humans. We climbed up through the wooden stairs to the 5 floor. Her door
||Made in collaboration with Virian, all credit is shared with him equally.||
Sleeping soundly in her borrowed bedroom, with the glowing necklace still drapped over her neck, Malory had gone to bed thinking that she'd be able to get a full night
When i first opened my eyes all i could see was red. I was completely naked and creator or my father like you human said had blown his brains out with a gun. His body was laying down on top of his desk and the blood filled almost every corner of that
"So you've seriously never been, before?
Have you roller-skated at least..?"
Nikokas questioned as he walked along. The sidewalk not taking them too far from his own side of the city, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat where the cold cou
||This is just what the title entails, some more information on Malory, since I don't want my page to be super long or cluttered. More will be added to this as needed.||
In middle and high school, Malory spent most of her free time fencing and alone.
We have to remember that she was a real person.
The Huntress is a vigilante operating out of Gotham City, and a member of the Batman Family. She is also a devout Catholic, and is very in touch with her Italian heritage. Her career is i
She had decided that there was nothing better than riding a motorcycle at night. The feeling of the wind in your hair, the purr of the bike under your gloves… It was like a special language that was kept between machine and rider alone. The faster yo
Smack!
Good god, if Malory had a dime for every time she had heard that, she would be rich. And if she had a dime for every time she had felt that...well, she'd probably have the same amount of money. Going to bars was fun--Malory loved drinking as mu
