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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."
In a Heartbeat (Reel's story, part 1)"Reel!" A shriek filled the air.
Reel's whole body was frozen with shock. His wide eyes were fixed on the human before him, it's huge hands reaching down to grab him, it's dark laughter, the long bindings it held in the other hand.
"Reel!" The voice sounded again.
The serval glanced back at the golden-furred caracal, who was standing a few tail-lengths away, looking as frightened as he felt. His vision blurred, and he felt the world swaying beneath his feet as the human grabbed his scruff. He hung from it's grip, powerless and weak, as it carried him back to the open door from the caravan.
His eyes flew open, and the male serval scrambled to his feet, the fur along his hackles raised. He turned around rapidly, meeting the dark gray eyes of Nei. She was worried, Reel could tell, despite the gentle, calm look in her eyes.
It was still dark in their little cage, and nothing was amiss. Ever since that night he got taken away from his home, he hadn't been able to sleep that m
Bowsers Pet (RP)Bowser woke up in his castle. As he ate breakfast he saw a tiny person. What does he do.
Rules: You can either be bowser or the tiny person. If you choose to be a tiny person you can be a mario character or your oc. If you choose to be bowser you can do whatever you want with me besides cv and sex (cock vore = cv). Butt crush is fine.
Giantess' KitchenYou woke up in a gigantic kitchen. You hear stomping. What do you do?
Choices of giantess:
Rules: as the name suggests this is a giantess rp so no gender switch forbthe macro is allowed. Switching of roles is tgough. This is mainly a vore rp
The Genie of the lamp part 2With the Sudan Maximillian Acorn back to the throne but not knowing how this happened, his daughter, Princess Sally, was gladly to answer his questions. “When I first hear about this story, I thought it was just that, a story.” The Sudan commented as he walking around the Genie Fiona, analyzing her. He, his daughter and the Genie were inside the Sudan's chamber, with door locked and the windows covered. “But after seeing with my own eyes...I will keep my mind open more often.” He stopped in front of the Genie, who was not even a little intimidated by his presence. “Tell me, Fiona, right? If I wish for something, would you grant it?”
“No. At least not until Sally uses her last two wishes.” Fiona replied
“But I don’t wanna waste my wishes for nothing. If something bad like this happens again? I could wish to Fiona to fix everything again.” Sally explained. This time, she was no longer wearing those old rags; she was wearin
Suicidal Screams 1A girl sat in her room, in tears. Ear buds dangled from her ears blaring: Mama.. We all go to hell.. Mama we all go to hell.. I'm writing this this letter and wishing you well, Mama we all go to hell... She took a shaken breath and walked out of her room and down the hall. Home alone she sat on the couch bellow the crucifix her mother had gotten blessed by the bishop. She closed her eyes remembering the fight last night. "You are Catholic and you will stay that way. No matter if you don't agree with what our church preaches!"
She reached for the crucifix and tore it off the wall. She walked to the kitchen grabbing a kitchen knife. She grabbed ducktape and fastened the knife to the top of the crucifix then wrote across the tape in sharpie " Mama.. we all go to hell." She walked back to the couch and sat. Then drove the knife into her chest.
Mama.. We All...Go to hell..
Giant attack rpYou were walking in the city when you here stomping and you see a young giant. WHat do you do.
Choice of species:
Choices of purpose for attack:
Rules: The giant can only be male, hence name and must be under 17. Since the giants are under 17 there is limited sexual themes. Switching is aloud. Have fun
The Genie of the lamp part 3That night in Arabia, with everyone sleeping, the Sudan was sleeping in his chamber, the genie was sleeping in her lamp and the Princess was sleeping in her comfortable bed with silk curtain covering it. Sally was dreaming of herself flying out the palace to see the world, a dream she has often, but may never come true, because of her father, who wants her to stay in the palace and, finally, get married with a beautiful and respected prince.
The Princess wake up in the middle of the night and see the moonlight lighting up over her balcony. She gets up, yawn and stretch herself out a bit and walks toward the balcony. Sally look up for the moon being slowly covered by the moving clouds, next, she look down for her people's houses.
The Princess turns around, walk toward her bed and take out under the pillow, the lamp. She stopped for a moment to gaze into the genie's home and thought with herself. “Should I really do this? What if something happen and I need these wishes?” She
Transformers: Animated - Chapter 21I expected Blitzwing to wake up in pain, but to my surprise, he woke up as if he'd just woken from a nap and was ready to take on the day.
Well, maybe not like that. That's too cheerful.
I can't even describe how fast I threw my arms around him when he sat up, forcing back any tears that threatened to show themselves. When he returned the embrace, he felt as strong as ever, his arms secured around me in a protective manner. It felt good to have his arms around me again, to see him online and well.
As I helped him sit up, I immediately began rambling on about how much it hurt to know he had been out of my life for three months, telling him about my recent trip to the Autobot base to retrieve the AllSpark key, which was now on the floor.
"Onix--" He started, but I kept rambling on.
"Onix!" He raised his voice enough to grasp my attention, my voice trailing off. He slowly brought up his right servo and placed it carefully on my cheek in a similar manner to when he'd showed up as an appari
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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