Wings. -6-
"I'm heading to bed, goodnight." Aubrey called to her grandmother from the stairs. "Night." She said from the living room.
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"I'm heading to bed, goodnight." Aubrey called to her grandmother from the stairs. "Night." She said from the living room.
"They're beautiful." Aubrey said, still feeling the feathers on Derek's wings. He closed his eyes, slowly relaxing at the soothing feeling of her touch. "They, are a burden." He said.
Part 1 Julie moved into her new house in the roughest part of town, where prostitutes work on every corner and there are drug dealers selling brown.
It's called miracle drug, but don't let the title deceive you;D. I'm not the best at writing (stories) but here goes nothing.
Date Added: 2013-01-13. Please leave feedback using form at the end of the story. Intro: Who is being played with here. Trying to decide whether to extend this very short short story.
The essence of the story is the relationship between these three siblings their parents were killed when they were younger by a Demon as it turns out they are descendents of a line of Druids that...
Claire screamed. So did Astrid. Noel dramatically collapsed on the ground. The cold was already getting under my skin.
CHAPTER 1 Temari stumbled into her one bedroom apartment, bone tired. She had worked for eight hours, and eight hours too many.
The listless shrubs run by as the water flows behind it, easing its way backwards as the shrubs hurry before it. I watched as they did so.
This is one of my all-time favourite books.
Some Royals were lucky. All they got were strangely shaped pupils, or pointed ears, or fangs. But not me. Wherever I went, people always stared at me. Even other Royals.
A normal job would be nice,' Neyl thought to himself as he rifled through the chest of drawers. Idly, he wondered if it could be called a job at all. He came to the decision that it could.
‘See you next week,’ one of the guards rumbled, as they tossed Thayne out onto the cobbled street where he collapsed in a heap.
Chapter one (Part one of three) - The other side of the Mirror When I was little my mother use to tell me a story, it was a story she had been told when she was a small child, living on the...
Glistening, diamond drops of rain cascaded through the chaotic heavens. Wicked, onyx knifes flickered in the assassins lethal grasp. Wet, raven black hair clung to icy, porcelain flesh.
“To lock in hate, to lock out love, rage I must create, revenge I must think of.” - a witch's words for a spell of revenge.
They say the first taste of the substance is always the best. ----------------------------- I ran back to my dorm and into the un-suite I had to myself.
I reached behind to make sure the pack was zipped on one side. I felt Avel's furry head and knew he got in safely. My wings, stretched out 11 feet, caught the wind and pulled me upwards.
"No Alex, it's not what you think it is!" I tried to explain. I looked back to find Alex's angry face looking straight at me. I immediately avoided eye contact, looking to the side.
So it's been about a month since I posted the first part of I am night. Thanks for all the feedback and keep it coming. Here's part 2. Chapter two: Call me night. "You, must be Zara.
As soon as I'd finished the first bag, Peter pressed another into my hand. I took it happily, feeling hungrier than I'd expected, and drained it quickly.
You pass a girl in the street. She's young, maybe 15 or so, and you think you see a light. You double take. Yes, there is a light, on her stomach. Even through her jacket and top.
It was tough to come up with more, but PAH. I did it.
He walks into the light from the shadow of night, fists clenched tight. "Let her go" he reasons in the softest tone of confidence as he stands a mammoth task for any man to overcome.