DeathDeath smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back
Don't Frear the ReaperSeasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain... we can be like they are
don't read or even think of it at nightHere i am. lying in my bed. pretending to be asleep. i woke up like 10 minutes ago from a scream downstears, it was my mothers. it scared the crap out of me. 1 minute later i heard something comming up the stairs. I closed my eyes by instinct. it opend my door. i saw IT it stood there in my doorway. i couldn't see it quite well but it diddn't look entirely human. it dragged my dead parrents into my room, and layed them in the middle. after thet it went back to my doorway. and there it stood, for like 5 minutes. then he walked to my parrents and cut one open. with the blood he wrote a message on the wall. but i couldn't read it, my eyes were not used to the darkness. when he was finnished he hid under my bed and waiten. then we are at the here and now, and i can almost read the message. in a few seconds i can read it... i start reading the message.. and now i am terrified. the message is "I know you are awake."
Just businessIt's already past midnight, and on the roof of a jewelry store, a red vixen - wearing a yellow-orange zip up bodysuit with a white stripe down the front and silver cuffs at the head, leg and arm holes and plus a pair of matching boots with white gloves - is using a special tool to cut out glass to cutting the sunroof of the store.Once she done making a hole big enough for her to pass through it, she pick a rope from the tool bag and throw it through the hole. She ties the end of the rope on a nail that she herself put and after certifies that the rope was tied firmly, she began climb down through it.Before stepping on the store floor, the smart vixen get what seems to be an ordinary TV remote, she pressed a button and nothing happen at first sight. The thief proceeds and finally stepped on the store floor, the alarm was deactivated successfully. Next, she headed into her target: the jewelries.She use the same tool she used before to cut up the sunroof to cut out the showcases and ta
Stone HeartedOver the years, Marissa worked harder than ever with her father. Quickly learning she had a natural talent for a bow and surpassed her whole pack. And at the age of ten her father had given the fox her own bow. It was now and would forever be her most prized possession and allows no one to touch it. But while she excelled with her bow the girl failed with any other type of fighting. Thanks to her father's training she could defend herself but just enough till she could flee. She was not bad at hand to hand combat but found it hard to fight with any kind of blade or spear since unlike her bow where she needed to stay still, she was forced to move to block and defend. This often made her drop her weapon and leave her open for attack.The girl was often sparring with her friends. Nothing extreme, just playing. Carter, Nike and Foster where her only male friends and her favorite to spar with. The females enjoyed cooking and talking too much for her. Though she was often defeated, they woul
Good against Evil“Get out of here! You are no longer welcome here traitor!” The girl yelled.“But I was so sweet to you. Lower your blade and you won't be hurt.” Kazu's voice was soothing.“Never! One step closer and I will be forced to attack!”“So be it then.”At his last word, Kazu stepped forward and raised his guns and took aim on the girl. After gathering her energy, Dakota released a ball of sparking energy at her opponent and rushed after it. With ease Kazu dogged it but was unable to shoot at the cat with her being so close. Swinging her sword was the first true move of the fight. Vanishing like he was knowing for, he suddenly appeared to Dakota's right, kicking her side before she could block. She slide a few feet across the ground and knew her side was going to bruise horribly. Ignoring the pain, her rage too strong, she got to her feet and used her sword to block each bullet Kazu shot at the girl causing a strange ringing noise with each shot.
HTTS-RP AmeBel Ghost 2 <HTTS--Belarus>While Alfred was still fumbling for his glass, Natalya snatched the mirror and dashed to the closet, huddling slightly. She gazed into the mirror, seeing her old self. She looked the same as she kind of remembered, her memory had been fading lately. Natalya then angled the mirror down to her gash, and she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. It was pretty terrible. (gore warning!!) Jagged flesh was hanging out, as well as an intestine or two. She dropped the mirror and gulped, putting her insides back inside of her, where they were supposed to be. She curled up, letting herself be visible as she cried. Who cares if some human saw her, she would terrify them pretty well. <HTTS-America>After finally finding his glasses in the tangle of covers and pillows he slid off the bed and began to rummage for the mirror. He started to panic a little upon not finding it, he tore the bed apart gett
Loving you 22"what?" Heinz ask."Teardrop by Massive Attack." Perry replied."oh. Pinky do you always speak Spanish?" Phineas ask."sí señor, desde que era apenas un cachorro! (yes sir, ever since I was just a pup!)" Pinky replied."hey! que no hablan español. Inglés por favor. Estoy demasiado cansado para seguir traduciendo. (hey! they do not speak Spanish. English only please. I am way too tired to keep translating.)" Perry mumbled."Perry? you speak Spanish?" Phineas ask."yup and Heinz is helping me with German." Perry replied. "it's not going to well. I tried to say 'lovely day' and I ended up saying 'stupid bug'." Perry added."first time in years somebody other than my brother called me a bug." Heinz joked."I said sorry!" Perry exclaimed."really? cause all I heard was Lo siento! soy así lo siento! (i'm sorry! i'm so so sorry!)" Heinz replied."your Spanish is a little rusty hombre (man). your German accent makes it sound like your saying something weird." Pinky rep
Walking with HeroesDakota jolted awake, screaming. She rubbed at her face to wipe away blood that was not there. Dean meowed from the end of her bed. He had fallen asleep some time during the night. Dakota did not want to be here. She had to get away. Springing from her bed as her roommate woke from her scream just a moment before, the cat left without a word. She did not care what she looked like, she had to get away from the terror that would not leave her. Through the tears she let her feet carry her somewhere safe or so she hoped.Not able to walk any farther, the cat's legs gave way and she dropped to her knees. Resting her forehead of the floor, the girl cried all she had. Why must this be so hard? The war was over. The nightmare was gone. Yet she still saw his face when she slept. His voice was still clear as a bell. It was enough to drive her mad. She just wanted to be happy. Was it truly so much to ask? Maybe she was asking for too much. She had friends, was safe and had someone who loved her. M
Ghost Story, rough draft rp<HTTS-America>It had been a few days since he'd went into the old Braginski mansion, he had no idea what he'd done when he took the hand mirror with him. He didn't even know why he took the stupid thing. Just that when he picked it up, he couldn't put it down. But since that day the world felt a little different. The empty home didn't feel quite so empty... but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. He found himself carrying the hand mirror around with him a lot... what was it that was so fascinating about this thing? He put it down to make some coffee. He needed to get some work done, The mansion was bout to be torn down and a few ladies from the historical society had begged him to see if he could save it for them.<HTTS--Belarus>Natalya had just been minding her own business in her home, staying invisible as usual. Not like many people came anyways. Whatever. She was reminiscing about when she used to play cards with her siblings in the parlor when she felt a tugging a
HTTS-RP AmeBel Ghost 3<HTTS--Belarus>While Alfred was still fumbling for his glass, Natalya snatched the mirror and dashed to the closet, huddling slightly. She gazed into the mirror, seeing her old self. She looked the same as she kind of remembered, her memory had been fading lately. Natalya then angled the mirror down to her gash, and she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. It was pretty terrible. (gore warning!!) Jagged flesh was hanging out, as well as an intestine or two. She dropped the mirror and gulped, putting her insides back inside of her, where they were supposed to be. She curled up, letting herself be visible as she cried. Who cares if some human saw her, she would terrify them pretty well. <HTTS-America>After finally finding his glasses in the tangle of covers and pillows he slid off the bed and began to rummage for the mirror. He started to panic a little upon not finding it, he tore the bed apart getting a little m
Evil?You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain