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You were always the kind of girl who kept her nose in her books. You never really liked to be social in fact the only time you were was when you met the author of one of them. And today was no different. Just hanging out in your snuggie on your couch reading another book called ‘Where have they gone now?’ when someone had knocked on your front door.

You waited a little to see if anyone else in your family would answer it but no one showed so you got up and walked towards the door. Then saw the most breath taking man ever, he looked as if he popped right out of the pages fro

Nyapokalypse

Nyapokalypse

The small town of Seacliff in the year 2400:

Day 9 after the catastrophe:

Rumor goes through the internet that aliens have arrived on earth. Supposedly it all started with a meteorite crashing into a beach on an island.

What's more, people whisper about a shadowy organization having taken camp on said island. An organization pretty similar to Area 51, conducting various top secret experiments, including human experiments.

Apparently, after securing the meteorite, they had locked the discoverer of it into a chamber, together with his discovery.

Bits of information had leaked out over the net: The stone in the chamber had bee

Moving In GT“Howard…” Mrs. Cheren let out a worried sigh as the car pulled to a stop. “Is he meeting us here?”

It was sunny out. 75 degrees out and no children were outside. The sun was setting beautifully, casting its last rays upon the deserted sidewalks and empty yards.

“Moooom?” came a loud voice from the backseat.

Mrs. Cheren turned and smiled patiently at her son. “Yes, Matt?”

Matthias Thurgood Cheren made a slight pouty face- his beautiful brown skinned face crumpled up with uneasiness. “Are we here?”

“What does it look like?” snapped his sister. She rolled her eye

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The Ring of the doorbell was answered by a young woman dressed only in worn black tee that fell past her thighs, her short brown hair and matching eyes smiled as she looked at the younger man at the door, a surprised look in the new arrival's face, Ryan. Ryan was a pretty average guy, black hair, brown eyes, normal everyday clothes.

"Why are you a girl?" Ryan commented as he stepped inside.

Nick shrugged, "I go back to work tomorrow, and they still expect me to be a girl."

Ryan gave a wry smile, "I think you like turning into a girl," he said dropping into an office chair opposite a computer desk.

Nick smiled cryptically, "

Hope Among the Rain (Meganium Vore)It was a dark and stormy day in the city. Everything was gray and gloomy, and everything was smothered beneath the heavy rain. The black clouds stretched as far as the eye could see, and they showed no signs of relenting. The sun was completely blotted out, so it almost appeared as if it were night. Not many folks were out in this weather, and the ones that were wore dark rain cloaks that concealed every part of them, making them appear as nothing more than passing ghosts among the downpour. The people’s attitudes were affected by the rain. When the sun was shining, everyone would be cheerful and happy, but during the harsh season

SUICHI SHORT

SUICHI SHORT

By Yomero.

In their quest to know more about Meronii’s mysterious gloves, Suichiro along with the Tashi and the slave maiden camped near the shore of a river. After a renovating dinner, the group sat back and rested around the fire.

“Tomorrow we will arrive at the mansion at noon.” Suichiro stated. “But we need to begin our journey early.”

Sitting over a rock, Tashi interrupted the fighter while drinking from a small dish. “Why is so important for you going with this lord?”

“Meronii was her slave. He must be responsible of leaving her like this.” Suichiro responded.

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APH Philippines: The Stranger from the Countryside

WARNING: Swearing words are used in this work. This world is set in an alternate universe. Because I made this on a whim last December, this may not make any sense. If you do find anything offensive, please tell me immediately.

“Hello!”

I look up to see some complete stranger staring right at me way too closely.

“Wha-?!”

I sat right up, shocking her. It was a good thing she has decent reflexes. A few seconds later… “Woah! Easy there, things would’ve turned out bad, you know?” she laughingly said.

A vein popped in my head, “Says the one who appeared out of nowhere.”

She paused

Dark Wings teaserScreams were coming from every direction, blood now discoloring the once emerald shaded grass. There was no hope left here anymore. The world of Aria, home of the Angels, was now a dying planet. Aria was teaching its residence the repercussion of soiling ones thoughts with false defamation. The verdicts seemed fair, for what they judged was deceitful from the very beginning.

But the blood, oh God, the blood, there was so much of it. Splattered all across the grounds, the shadowy aura of the one with dark wings suffocated the area, making the scene even more offensive.

TGB: Sonic Youth

Paw pads weren't meant for stones, sticks, or bones... That was Otter's assertion of the day as he stretched his four legs and rose up at his usual early time. At least this day's events wouldn't require him to stick around the rocky Air camp. The ginger-and-white Guard wasn't scheduled today at his usual post along the western border of Air Tribe territory. Instead, one of the elder Tribal cats had requested that Otter provide supervision (and, if need be, protection) for two of his fellow ex-iles as they frolicked around the camp or explored the neutral lands. The two had appeared to be the youngest amongst the Air Tribers, from what Otter could recall of them, and the sienna-splashed shorthair had hoped to sleep in a bit later than usual in case the bundles of energy and youth were to tire him out as he accompanied them. Otter's whiskers twitched a bit as he shook off the grogginess

Knight of Fire Breath: the Dragons' BloodlineYou were staring at the moon, listening to the sound of the old clock near you. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. As the minutes were passing by, you thought you were gonna give up waiting, but the hope was still present in your heart.

Some time after midnight, you raised your head and opened the window to let the flying creature enter.
He quickly turned back into a troll, careful to not make any noises when he put his bare feet on the ground. You closed the window, and greeted him with a kiss.

"Hello, Kankri.

"Hi, Meulin."

Your secret matesprit was a dragon. He had the ability to switch between this form and a troll one. As all the dragons, howeve

The White Mage's Awakening - Aaron's StoryI walked through a swirling vortex of blue fog so thick that I couldn’t even see the ground I was walking on or my hands in front of my face. But onwards I stumbled, batting the vapour away, trying to find my way. But the mist was like an animal, surrounding me on all sides, trying to pen me in. I felt cold and alone, all the time knowing I simply had to get through.

Then I heard her crying out. An unseen voice; desperate and frightened, and very, very faint. It didn’t matter which way I ran, I simply couldn’t get closer to her.

“Aaron!” the voice called out to me. “Aaron, if you can hear me I

GentleGentle

His kind eyes are the color of melted copper. His bare chest glistens with tiny diamonds of sweat which reflect the sun's unforgiving rays.

He wears a pair of casual sport shorts- they are bright red, and baggy- I can see his navy blue boxers poking out, brushing against his abdomen.

His hair is messy, his square jaw covered with a new generation of facial hair. His massive hands rest at his sides, his great fingers clutching his shorts.

"You need somethin?" He asks in a casual tone. He smiles kindly and crosses his thick arms across his naked chest, looking me up and down.

I bite my chapped lip and shake
My head, feeling the swea

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     Why is it so chilly in here, she thought groggily as she regained consciousness.  Did Dirk leave the window open again?
     "Oh, you're up.  Pity.  I  wanted to wake you myself."
     The sound of that oily voice snapped Daphne back to reality.  As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, it quickly became obvious where she was.
    "It can't be!" cried the Princess, horrified by the sight of  Malthius approaching her with a hot poker.  "Dirk rescued me!  I was safe at home!"
     "Look around you, my dear,"  chuckled the sadistic Count. "Do you really think you've been rescued?"
     Daphne let out a sob of despair.  It was true.  The rescue, her reunion with her husband, family, and friends; all of it had been a dream.
     "Unfortunately,  I was a little too…enthusiastic…with the whip.  I'm afraid I'll have to cauterize your wounded soles to stop the bleeding."
      Before she could protest, Malthius touched the poker to the bloody bottoms of her feet.  It was the most intense, burning pain she had ever experienced!
      "AAAIIIIEEEEE!"
      Suddenly, Malthius looked oddly worried.
     "Daphne!  It's okay!," he cried and began to gently shake her by the shoulder.
     "OH MY GOOOD! IT BURNS!"
     "DAPHNE……

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     "…..WAKE UP!"
     Daphne's eyes flew open.  She was no longer in the Count's torture chamber, but her own bed.  And, of course, it wasn't Malthius leaning over her, looking at her with such concern.
     "Daphne, are you okay?"
     She sat up, covered in sweat.
     "I had the nightmare again, Dirk."
     "I know.  That's why I  woke you," he sighed, putting his arm around her.
     "I'm a real pain to sleep with these days, aren't I?"
     Dirk looked into her eyes.
     "No you're not, Daphne.  We'll get through this."
     "You're going to look for him again tomorrow, aren't you?," she asked as she began drifting back to sleep.
     "Yes, of course."
     "Just remember," she began dreamily, "you're not a murderer…"  and she drifted off.
     He knew what she meant.  They had had several conversations about this subject before.  She wanted him to bring in Malthius alive to show that good was stronger than evil.  Her father, however, gave him license to kill the son of a bitch on sight, which was his own instinct.  Looking back on the events of the last few weeks made it very hard to follow his wife's advice.  He held her close as he tried to get back to sleep himself, ready to face nightmares of his own.

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A little look into the aftermath, before I write chapter 8.

~bladedge24 Jan 27, 2011

poor girl. to have been what she was threw and does not want the guy dead. she is a pure soul. but i am not bound by any word and i would kill the guy for what he did if i see him.

~mcbain755 Jan 27, 2011

It's not so much that she doesn't want Malthius dead, she doesn't want Dirk to kill him in cold blood. She's more worried about Dirk than anything.

~bladedge24 Jan 27, 2011

how is it in cold blood with what he did.

~mcbain755 Jan 27, 2011

Good question. I'm not saying I agree with her. Certainly Dirk and the King don't.

~bladedge24 Jan 27, 2011

maybe she worries if he kills him something bad will happen to him.

~mcbain755 Jan 27, 2011

If Dirk killed him in a fight, she wouldn't have a problem. She just doesn't want him to act as an executioner or do anything that would violate his own code of honor.

~bladedge24 Jan 27, 2011

true.

~dg2001 Jan 22, 2011

Great! Dreams are always a good resource for side stories or "what if...." Nicely written.

~mcbain755 Jan 22, 2011

Thanks! I just found myself writing this last night. I thought it would be a nice bridge between the last two chapters and a good setup for the follow-up story.

~dg2001 Jan 22, 2011

It's clear her feet have suffered a lot indeed! Having them tortured has been such a traumatizing experience to her.

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