Contest 5: Short Story on a mythical creature of your choice.

[Mairead]

Shannon, that is gorgeous! :) I actually said the "just miss me until tomorrow" bit out loud because it was stunning. :)

[Katie.R]

Shannon wrote: "Kathleen Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under the covers lays a ..."

Thank you, I can see that there are some typos in it unfortunately, but nice to hear that you liked it!

And your story was amazing! :)

[Katryne]

Kathleen Rose wrote: "I think parental guidance :)"

Thanks!

[Shannon]

Mairead wrote: "Shannon, that is gorgeous! :) I actually said the "just miss me until tomorrow" bit out loud because it was stunning. :)"

Aw, Thank you very much. I have to head off and read the stories I missed from last night. Thanks again.

[Shannon]

Kathleen Rose wrote: "Shannon wrote: "Kathleen Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under th..."

There are also typos in mine, helps if you do a proof read before you post, but I too, am glad you liked it.

[Shannon]

Mairead wrote: "Aw, Thanks Rose. Love your story, it's so interesting. :) I like that it's broken up too, like bite-sized chunks.
I wish I had more than a 1000 words to write about Gale and Alexis. I was going t..."

I like that idea. You should do it.

[Shannon]

Wings

I stood looking out the old wooden back door towards the ocean, every wave accepting each new droplet of rain, it was cold but I didn't care. Pulling the robe closer to my heart from around my shoulders, I knew that today was the first of many more wet days and nights. The air had a thickness to it that almost left it feeling hard against your throat as you took in each mouthful. The heat of the sun, no longer hot enough alone to keep your body warm, no longer shining and allowing me more days outside.

Feeling wretched with longing for a person I could not touch, things left unsaid and stories never to be told. I headed back into the hall. The night before had seemed so wonderful and full of hope. He knew. He knew how I felt and wanted to feel those things with me. If only it were that simple. If only I was able to keep my lips together and not speak of things that were impossible. Not tell him that my heart was always to be his. If only it were to be... Possible. The rain was hitting the tin roof as though it were showering small rocks and left a small hum rise up around the house.

To help my melancholy feelings dive deeper into a pool of lost hope, I noticed the computer. A picture of my sister and I covered the desktop. I had not seen her in five years. She was wearing her favourite cream dress that sat just so upon her slender shoulders and slid straight down her hips. She looked amazing, and always did. I was in my typical strapless black cocktail dress and we were laughing, one arm each over the others shoulder. I missed her. I had abandoned her. I sat down and pondered the events of my life and how they had led me here. Alone. Alone and in love. In love with a man who should not know I was the one who loved him.

I felt the tears well up and let them fall onto the keyboard. There was nothing I could do now but take back what I had said and undo the one thing that could bring me happiness. I could not risk telling him, I had all ready said too much. I could not loose him to this, the way I lost my sister. Ironic that the tears, were so much like the rain, falling heavier against the window, keeping me inside locked and trapped within my own home, keeping my secret safe within these dry brick walls. A secret I never wanted to keep.

Removing the robe I wiped my tear streaked cheeks and headed for the door, there was something to loose and I was sick of not fighting for it, with the removal of every item of clothing I thought back to where all this started and could not help but smile, a welcome to my somber thoughts. For the first time since the change I was not going to stand around and feel sorry for myself, hiding from the wet and dwelling on the past. He is my something to fight for.

Opening the Bolted door released a clap of thunder, I stepped out on to the patio and could already feel my skin starting to bubble, the storm was building and the air was like ice against my changing body. There wasn't much time. I ran towards the cliff face across the red earth, turning my bare feet deep red as the bloody mud clung, welcoming each drop of rain like the last, I needed it. Reaching the edge, I jumped.

I saw the lights from the corner of my eye and whirled, I know he saw me. I could feel it. Watching his car below, him sitting inside, I waited. The door opened only a fraction, he hesitated, he got out. Nervously I waited. Raising his head to the skies, looking into my eyes. I wanted to go to him. I wanted to explain, if only there were time now. I had made my choice and now I had to abide by it. Closing my eyes I turned towards the clouds, towards the rain, and flew. I didn't turn back when I heard him scream my name, I was relieved, he had said it and I was holding onto hope that he would want to know. When the time was right I would tell him everything, but for right now, he would have to wait.




Nervously, I walked towards the house I grew up in. The surroundings had hardly changed. A long green lawn leading toward a large brick building, all of the trimmings were on show. Fountain before the entrance, creating a personal round-about within the gravel driveway. My bare feet across the lawn only supplying my nervousness with reassurance, I should have thought this through.

"No!" I said to myself. I wanted this more than anything else I have ever known. Outcast or not, I would go about it via the "right" avenues. They would find out anyway, I knew that much for certain. For too long I have sat alone with nothing but my pictures and my thoughts. I will embrace this new chapter and do what needs to be done. As frightening as it may be.

Walking towards the Large wooden doors that almost looked like two peering eyes from a distance, I noticed the front window was already occupied with a figure. Someones shape I was unable to recognise. Startled! The doors are opened. No one is available to greet me. The entrance way as extravagant as the front yard. Late 1800's decor was the main interior theme and looked as cliche', as I remembered from my childhood.

I made my way upstairs to freshen up. My mother wouldn't see me in the state I was currently in and I imagine something would be ready for me to "slip-on". Before entering my room, I made my way to hers. Five years is a long time to go without speaking to a sister. Wondering if she would be there, reaching for the handle.

"Um.. What are you doing, Sofia?", Amy stood in the hallway beside my old room. She looked like a young woman, no longer the young girl I remembered. In shock and unable to muster the words quickly enough. Before me stood a sister I had missed and longed for since leaving. Tears started to fill my eyes, taking a step towards Amy revealed that she was already crying.

"It's ok.... Just get changed and I will see you down stairs", Nodding in agreement she opened my door and I stepped in. "Sofia", She sniffled and I turned to face her once again. "It's good to have you back". With that the door was closed and I was once again, alone.

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A short while later and better presented, making my way towards the main lounge, wearing an old sunday dress and black cardigan swearing within myself for not bringing more comfortable clothing options. Anxiously awaiting the next conversations and hoping that I was given the floor to simply blurt out my information and my intentions before doubting them and running away.

Upon entering the lounge I found it empty along with the back patio and kitchen, the dinning room was bare aside from a note on the table.

"Sofia,

I am glad you are here. I imagine you have dire reasons for returning and I understand you would want to talk things through.

I will be home before dinner as I have prior arrangements, Rainy season as you are aware requires some attention. Amy should be back before you finish

reading this and has some important information for you. Your father isn't here as she will explain.

Talk soon,

Lidia".



... Placing the note back, I headed for the door. This was a mistake, coming here.

Thunder clapped outside and before I even reached the hall. Hearing the loud whirling of winds beaten up between wings and then.... She was there. My mother, Lidia, stood blocking my exit.

"We need to talk before you even think of leaving", the sinister tone as strong in the flesh as it is on paper. The only thing I could think was...

I had made a mistake.

There is another one guys and gals. Just for fun, and to change my theme a little from the Mermaid/Merman storyline.
Hope you enjoy it.

[Shannon]

Mairead wrote: "I decided to write another for funzies :)

Half-light.


Shafts of light bled through the gaps in the blind; the sunlight illuminated everything in its path. Including the face of a girl who was ..."

Another GREAT! story. I am loving this challenge, being able to read these short stories is great.

[Shannon]

Kathleen Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under the covers lays a girl, her eyes are clo..."

Very good! Romantically haunting. You are a lovely writer.

[Katryne]

The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, everything that made him special to me in the past. He was just so alive, you couldn't help being drawn to him.

Once upon a time, we were laughing together. We were in love, the one with a capital L. And one day, just like that, everything ended. Because I died.

It was a car accident. I wanted to save a cat walking on the street. I thought I was quick enough to do it before a car came but I wasn't.
Stupid cat who still got hit.
Stupid driver who didn't see us in time.
Stupid me who died for nothing...

So here I am now, watching the guy I'm in love with, laughing like I never existed at all. If you think I'm here because I'm a pathetic lost soul who can't go to paradise because I still have things to do in the living world, you're mistaken. I'm here to collect his soul, like the reaper I became.

I died trying to save a soul and now to be alive again I have to take them. Ironic, isn't it? I made that pact with Death to be with him and now he'll die before I came back to life. Death is a bitch, isn't she?

Or I could save him, but the price is high. A soul for a soul. Mine or his. In the end, what does it matter? We couldn't be together, not anymore. What choice am I supposed to make? So here I am, watching him with his friends, not thinking about me at all, the girl he was in love with. As I looked at him, something caught my attention; a cat. Walking on the street. He saw it too and he wasn't laughing anymore. Stunned, I watched him as he tried to save the cat, not seeing the car coming closer and closer...

***

I saved him. Of course I did. I couldn't have done otherwise. So I'm still dead and a reaper. No happilly ever after for us. Only death for me, life for him and another soul to take...

END

***Sorry if it's really bad! I just wanted to try because yours were really really awesome!!!***

[Mairead]

Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, everything that made..."

That was really good, I loved the idea and the ending was brilliant! :)

[Mairead]

Shannon, that's amazing! :)

[Katie.R]

Shannon wrote: "Kathleen Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under the covers lays a ..."

Thanks :)!
Next time, I am so going to do that!

[Thomara]

Purpose

Cara stared at the boy and with awestruck wonder the boy stared back. "Why do you say you love me," he asked her.
Cara laughed as she looked into the boys gray eyes, "that's a stupid question. You can't always choose who you fall in love with." She set her elbows on the table, that was all that separated her and Tevin.
"Yes and yet you know what I am," He says with sad eyes. Tevin looks around and then allows his form to change. His gray eyes turn a bright red and his blonde hair grows and turns white. His ears turn into soft wolf ears and his nail and teeth all grow to be sharp and dangerous. Just as quickly as he changes into his true form as a demon he changes just as quickly back to his hidden self.
"Yes, but I love you for who are, not what you are," She says with a smile. He smiles brightly at her and nods. Cara reaches over and softly pats his head. "Good boy," she laughs.
Tevin smiles and allows the tension to slip off his shoulders. "If that had been anyone else, but you to do that," he said pulling her hand off his head and just holding it. "I would have ripped them to shreds." She sat there with a bright smile as she stared at the boy. It never ceased to surprise him how he could say comments like that and not scare her off.
Though he had searched many years for a purpose in this world, Cara had been the only one to pull him out of his darkness. For years all he had done was kill humans to feel a sense of fulfillment. Cara had saved him from that terrible time.

THREE YEARS BEFORE

Tevin walked down the streets of Ashgrove City, as he began to plan his next attack. 'This time it would be a young maiden once more,' he thought to himself.
Suddenly his chance came. A beautiful young girl came walking down the empty street. The girls had long curly red hair and eyes that shone a lovely light green. She was the perfect prey. Tevin let his body transform as he changed to his true form.
The girl never looked over at him until he was right in front of her. When he took another step forward she looked into his red eyes with the warmth within her own. "Do you intent to kill me she asked the demon with no fear in her voice."
Tevin nodded, "Why do you not look at me with fear."
"It is, because I feel no fear towards you. I see loneliness within you and I see pain and sorrow." Cara stared into Tevin's red eyes.
"Are you a priestess," Tevin asked her.
The girl laughed, "That's an old term, but I guess thats what you could call me." The young girl paused for a moment before she began to speak once more, "My name is Cara. What is yours?"
"Tevin," He answered.

PRESENT DAY

Cara once again stared into Tevin's eyes with warmth. "I still don't understand what really stopped me from killing you that night. I had murdered many women before you, but something about you stopped me," He told her. Tevin lifted his hand and brushed a lock of hair from her face.
"You wouldn't have been able to kill me even if you wanted to," She smiled at Tevin.
Tevin smiled and before she could even blink, he was standing over her with his hand on her shoulders. "You sure about that," he laughed.
She set her hand on his chest and looked up at him, "Yeah." She pushed, with what seemed like more strength than a normal human could conjure up and Tevin fell backwards landing a few feet back. She got up from her seat and walked to where he laid.
Tevin got up and looked down at her. He bent down and laid a small kiss on her lips. "Yeah your right you would kick my butt." She smiled and laid her head on Tevin's chest. Tevin would never know how she could stand to be near him after he had killed so many people in his past, but he did know that he loved this girl.
"Tevin, I love you and nothing will change that, not your past nor what you may do in the future," She told him before she placed a small kiss on his cheek. She seemed so young campared to himself and yet she had such wise and loving words.
Cara had saved him with a simple look and she had given him purpose with that simple look. She still used her spirtal power for good, while keeping it all a secret from the world.

[Thomara]

Sorry if its not very good im in a really bad writers block uhg!

[Katie.R]

Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, everything that made..."

Wow, I totally loved the ending, it`s like when i sees the cat, he remember her! Like all comes back at some point, or am I totally one the wrong path?

[Katie.R]

Thomara wrote: "Sorry if its not very good im in a really bad writers block uhg!"

I liked it, It was sweet :)

And I totally loved this one!

"Yes, but I love you for who are, not what you are," She says with a smile.

[Thomara]

Thanks Kathleen Rose it means alot and yeah i do too i hope that one day my stories will become influential and full of amazing quotes lol.

[Shannon]

Thomara wrote: "Sorry if its not very good im in a really bad writers block uhg!"

Lovely. I really enjoyed it. I like how you included a little back story in the middle so we were able to know their history.

[Shannon]

Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, everything that made..."

Very good. You linked a little similarity between your characters and the 'Cat' which I liked.

[Shannon]

Mairead wrote: "Shannon, that's amazing! :)"

Thank you. It's an older story I had written a little while ago, just fixed up a little bit. I am always a little self conscious about what I write. Mainly because I have only really started writing about a year ago. I appreciate your feedback, it's nice to have somewhere to tell your stories, good/bad, and have people comment so positively towards them.

[Shannon]

Thomara wrote: "Thanks Kathleen Rose it means alot and yeah i do too i hope that one day my stories will become influential and full of amazing quotes lol."

A good dream to have. :)

[Katryne]

Kathleen Rose wrote: "Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, ever..."

No that's right, he remembers her when he sees the cat!!!! Thanks a lot!!!!!!! XD

[Katryne]

Mairead wrote: "Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, ever..."

Thank you! :)

[Katryne]

Shannon wrote: "Katryne wrote: "The Choice.

He was laughing with his friends. An arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. I couldn't stop looking at him, at his charming smile, his beautil brown hair, his eyes, ever..."

Thanks! I thought it was a good idea to make him died for the same reason as her after he remembered her...

[Katryne]

Mairead wrote: "The tides that change:


The waves wash over my feet and the ebb and flow of memories fills me, just like Gale’s love filled me all those years ago.
I never believed in the mystical, the magical o..."

I love it so much!!!!!!!!!!

[Katryne]

Mairead wrote: "I decided to write another for funzies :)

Half-light.


Shafts of light bled through the gaps in the blind; the sunlight illuminated everything in its path. Including the face of a girl who was ..."

That's so cute!! You're really good!

[Katryne]

Kathleen Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under the covers lays a girl, her eyes are clo..."

Amazing story! so sweet and sad...

[Katryne]

Shannon wrote: "Mystical

The nights full-moon shone above the ocean. Awakening the water and rolling waves with the glistening resemblance of shimmering diamonds.
I missed the water and the way it encompassed my ..."

Wow! Just WOW!!!!! It's beautiful!!! XD

[Katryne]

Thomara wrote: "Purpose

Cara stared at the boy and with awestruck wonder the boy stared back. "Why do you say you love me," he asked her.
Cara laughed as she looked into the boys gray eyes, "that's a stupid ..."

I love it! It's cute :) I like the fact that you write how they met, that's cool!

[Shannon]

Katryne wrote: "Shannon wrote: "Mystical

The nights full-moon shone above the ocean. Awakening the water and rolling waves with the glistening resemblance of shimmering diamonds.
I missed the water and the way it..."

Oh! Thats lovely. Thank you for saying so. (makes me all giddy inside)

[Katie.R]

I am thinking to go over it and undo the typos, because when I read it again I just want to die a little!

Well, you can`t blame me, I am from Norway after all :)

[Amanda]

Counterplay:

Fisgael has never had much to think about. In fact, he hardly thinks at all. Up to recently, a life of an Elf merely consisted of parties with glorious music and abundant amounts of sumptuous food, using their magic to reawaken the dying earth, rummaging through old text to study old legends for knowledge and his personal favorite; singing old lost hymns and dancing next to the water.

Yes, Fisgael never had a care or worry in the world. Up until his father was brutally attacked in the forest of a thousand eyes, the very forest where the Elven children ran with the deer and danced with the wind in their hair. His father was just an ordinary Elf, who mainly took care of the books in the library and prevented them from letting the passing time ruin their pages. Yet on that fateful day, gloom rushed through Sol like fire spreading through oil. Elves could feel it in their spirit when disaster struck, as it happened ever so rarely. His father’s body was mangled and destroyed neck down with no flesh left, leaving only his head intact. An Elf’s blood and bones were silver, and puddles of gleaming silver streamed from the body like a river running its course. Problem was how did anyone find the forest? The Elves were secluded from the world and mind their own cares; they never bothered anyone nor spoke to strangers outside their clan; they also never knew death, not for a few thousand years.

The sun’s warm glow reached his skin and tingled in his pores. An Elf could never go too long without sunlight and Fisgael was no different. He sat on the porch of his balcony made of white marble and silver railings and took a long deep breath, taking in the sweet and floral scent of the thousand year old trees and flowers. Even the air itself in Sol was magical, with the songs of magic weaving through it, giving all the Elves a sense of peace and undoubted joy. A tear rolled out of his eye as he pressed his lips together and exhaled.

“Father…” Fisgael whispered and watched the golden fallen leaves rustle with the wind.

His hands found the pocket of his royal blue silk pants woven with gold stitching and fished out his jade green flute and begun to whistle a tune of grievance into it. Birds of paradise sang along with the sad song, wolves howled and within a few moments all Elves dwelling in the tiny forest city of Sol was joining voices as they sang to the sky, their voices like liquid honey floating through the cooling wind and into the trees eventually resounding in the heavens. It wasn’t long before the tune ended and Fisgael was left alone with his own grievances, he clutched at his chest and trembled with sadness. His heart felt heavy yet empty at the same time.

“We have finally received results from the divination with the tree spirits.” A soft voice entered the room.
Fisgael whipped his head back and saw Rayna standing next to his daybed. She looked beautiful as usual, wearing a cream chiffon-silk long sleeved dress adorned with ocean pearls that reflected the golden ornaments on his mantel.

Her luscious white-blonde hair cascaded down to her small waist, her green eyes hiding behind those long lashes piercing bold and comforting at the same time. Rayna’s presence brought a small comfort to his soul, although the pain brought on by the loss of his father led him not to appreciate it fully.

“Humans infiltrated the woods, armed with modern weapons. The spirits saw your father’s life essence leave his body but the weapons were too fast for them to protect him. The trees wept as the humans scavenged your father’s blood and flesh and they ran out saying someone or something called Siva is going to have a feast. We suspect they are serving vampires.” Rayna explained with a small voice as she strolled towards Fisgael and put her hand on his shoulder.

Rage poured through his body like acid as he felt his fingers curl into a ball and a rumble in his chest. Humans and vampires was all the information he needed. A plan formed in his mind as he paced back and forth, avoiding eye contact with Rayna as she looked on him precariously.

“I shall go after them,” Fisgael spoke with confidence in his voice. “They savaged my father. I will not rest until justice is brought upon them.”
He looked her in the eye and held her gaze, unable to discern the emotions coursing through her face.

Fisgael didn’t know if this was a good idea but gone were the days where the bougainvillea flowers were his only problem. He didn’t care if he was making a mistake, or if any Elf will stop him, he was going after his father’s murderers. Even the word ‘murderers’ disgusted him. With this plan, he felt like his soul awakened and was brimming with purpose.

“Don’t try to stop me; I will not heed your words.” He stated fiercely hoping his sharp blue eyes will scare off any repercussions that might evolve from his decision.

Rayna pursed her lips, her eyes twinkled and gave him a small smile.

“Who says I’m stopping you? I am coming with.” She retorted melodiously and smacked him playfully on his cheek as she turned around and sauntered away, leaving a trail of confusion in her trail.

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About 900 words!

[Flameholly161, the biggest dimitri fan in the world <3]

Mairead wrote: "Dimitrilover/TeamDimka/Mrs.Belikov wrote: "DID SOMEONE SAY THE NAME PEETA??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????"

I did! I LOVE HIM!!!!"

OMG SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Shannon]

Amanda wrote: "Counterplay:

Fisgael has never had much to think about. In fact, he hardly thinks at all. Up to recently, a life of an Elf merely consisted of parties with glorious music and abundant amounts of ..."

Wonderful! You deserve the crown with writing like that.
Do you think you might continue with the story? It would be lovely to follow their adventures that lead to seeking the revenge of Fisgael's Father.

Again, Such a great story. You have wonderful writing skills.

[Amanda]

Shannon wrote: "Amanda wrote: "Counterplay:

Fisgael has never had much to think about. In fact, he hardly thinks at all. Up to recently, a life of an Elf merely consisted of parties with glorious music and abund..."

Wow, thank you for the wonderful compliment! I am so flattered. :) The story definitely needs some tweaking though I would love to continue it!

[Shannon]

Keep me posted as to when/If you do a next chapter. You're welcome.

[Katryne]

Amanda wrote: "Counterplay:

Fisgael has never had much to think about. In fact, he hardly thinks at all. Up to recently, a life of an Elf merely consisted of parties with glorious music and abundant amounts of ..."

WOW!!! That's really nice!!! XD

[Stephanie]

where do we send in the story; just post it on here?

[Bree]

my story is kinda like over 1000 words hahahaha :/ lol i would love to share it with you guys but the rule says cant be over 1000 words damn hahahaha :(

[Amanda]

Katryne wrote: "Amanda wrote: "Counterplay:

Fisgael has never had much to think about. In fact, he hardly thinks at all. Up to recently, a life of an Elf merely consisted of parties with glorious music and abund..."

Thanks!! :) That makes me so happy!

[Shannon]

Not long now for the big reveal. :)

[Flameholly161, the biggest dimitri fan in the world <3]

im not entering

[Mairead]

*bites nails* it's a tough contest. Should be interesting though. Anyone could take it :)

[[deleted user]]

Identity Crisis

I always feel so cold, the inside of me. I don't mean metaphorically, I mean really, like my organs always feel really cold. Okay, well maybe that's because I refuse to drink blood. . . I know if I don't, I'll probably die, but I'm just afraid that all of my old, human feelings will go away. . . .
I never wanted this. I never wanted to be some monster from the gates of hell, I just wanted to be a normal girl who has cravings for chocolate, instead of blood. I've met some other “people” like me, and they've reassured me nothing would change but I can't believe them. What if I'm different? Maybe I'm some weird prophet that when I drink blood, I'll become this human demising fiend!
God, this is all just too complicated. . . Sometimes, I just wish I could end it all and just kill myself. Which is much easier said than done. From the very beginning, all I've been trying to do is end myself and this thing I've become. I just don't see the point of living anymore if I have to kill others just to survive.
And yes, I know it's a “ dog eat dog world”, but still. I don't want to have to stoop to the literal sense of the phrase.
I've tried jumping from skyscrapers, cliffs, and bridges, and nothing happens, I don't even break a bone. I've also tried drowning, decapitation, lighting myself on fire, and even putting a stake through my heart! But nothing works.
As of now, I have no clue what I am, other than the fact that I have a constant desire for blood. And even though I've never drank any blood, I can just feel it. My body craves for the thing that once filled it. I disgust myself. . .

Walking down the sidewalk, I can smell all of the warm humans around me and I can almost feel as their hearts pump the liquid back and forth through out their body. I don't know how, but I'm able to control myself and continue walking on.
I'm looking for this shop Iven, a fairy, told me about. When I had first awakened, he there standing protectively over me (fairies are a lot bigger than you'd think), waiting for me to wake up so he could take me to a safe haven where I could live out my new life. Unsurprisingly, we became friends, you could even say best friends. So the other day, I had confided in him about how I was unsure what I was, after all of my um suicide attempt. He wasn't very happy about that part. Iven though, told me about this shop that was owned by a few warlocks. He had said that they'd be able to figure out what I was.
So here I am now, walking down the human filled streets, looking for a little shop called
“ Augusto's Magic Emporium” . Cheesy, right? I could care less about the name though, I just want to know what in the world I am. To be honest, it's one the worst feelings you could ever feel, not knowing who you are. And I know, teenagers are always complaining and using it as an excuse that they don't know who they are, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's just horrible, not knowing what species you are.
But that's why I'm taking this risk of walking out into the human world. So that then, I'll know how to protect every human from me.
“Hello, anyone home?” I yelled as I walked into an empty room, through a chiming door. “Is this a bad time. . . or am I just talking to myself?” I really hope I'm not talking to myself, I don't want to add crazy to my growing list of flaws.
Great, no answer. I began to head back to the door, but a silent hand grabbed my shoulder before I could. And even though I'm a blood thirsty monster, I still screamed.
“Oh my Hazelwood, I am so sorry!” Chuckled a tall teenage boy. Really? He's laughing at me? I really hope he knows he's lucky I have self control, because if I didn't I would totally put my claw, fingernail things to work.. . . . I am really bad at this whole vicious monster thing.
“Don't you know it's not polite to laugh at brooding people? And did you just say hazelwood?” I asked, not even bothering to make a good first impression. Not only is he rude, but he's strange.
“Heh, sorry it's a sorcerer thing.” He said, as he brushed his fingers nervously through his hair.
`Wait, did he just say he's a sorcerer? I thought things like us were supposed to keep what we are a secret, for all he knows, I could be a human.
Holding out his hand he said, “How rude of me, my name is Devon, and I believe I can help you.”
“Hold on for a second, not only did you just say you were a sorcerer but now you know what's wrong with me? Either your incredibly stupid or crazy. Take your pick.”
And there he goes, laughing at me once again. At least he has a nice smile, or I'd feel really inclined right now to punch him.
Still laughing, he replied, “Don't worry, I can smell you and your definitely not human. Humans smell like iron and dust, and you smell sweet, like flowers. However, I don't think I've ever smelled anything quite like you.”
Yup, he's definitely crazy. “So um do you know what I am? Because you must already know that's why I'm here, to find out what I am.” Hopefully, he's the smart kind of crazy.
Rubbing his stubbly chin, he murmured, “How peculiar. . .”
“Um hello, are you going to answer me?” You know, this guy is really starting to tick me off.
“Oh yes sorry, but I must say, it find it very strange that you're not bursting into flames.” He said, as if nothing was odd with that statement at all.
“Burst into flames? Really, how much weirder can I get? You know, I'm really starting to regret coming here, because I could of really lived without knowing that. All I want is a simple answer but can I get one? No!” And then that's when it happened. . . my hand caught on fire, or well it created fire. . . It's hard to say what happened.
“Amazing. . .” It's annoying how he finds everything quite so fascinating. “Your so much different from your brethren, you actually seem to posses control. . . “
“Oh my gosh,” I yelled with increasing fury, “ If you don't tell me what I am in the next five seconds, I swear to. . . whatever I'm supposed to swear to now, that I'll light you on fire with my very own hand!”
Taking a slow, and gentle step forward, he placed his hands and my shoulders, whispering softly, “First, I need you to calm down, okay? I apologize for not being straightforward, but I promise you, that I'll tell you the minute you calm down. Now can you do that for me? Just clear your mind of every bad though, and think of nothing but breathing in and out, okay?”
I didn't exactly appreciate being talked to like a five year old, but I did what he said. Slowly, but surely, my hand became. . . .not on fire. . . that's going to take a while to get used to.
Smiling at me, he said,” Your a demon of the sixth realm. I've never met a demon as high up as you, but I've met quite a few demons, mostly of the second realm. You are very rare, indeed.”
“I was not expecting that. . . . . “ That's all I could manage to say, because I didn't really know what to say. . .

[Bluegravity]

Synchron- To Hear the Chime of the Bangles

My bare feet slap the dense sand-soil, running through the close alleys of chipped mud bricks and narrow walkways of waist-high brick fences. My breath hisses quietly in and out, in time with my donned wrist bangles, the small bells at my ankles whispering to my feet. I listen for the more distant sound of people, using these voices of jubilation as my guide, hoping to reach the main road before they pass by. The bells at my feet hum as I quicken my pace, my bangles urging me forward. I am of my thirteenth cycle, with our Alta Principe and one day King, also known as the Fei Konig, being within his sixteenth cycle is in his five cycle solstis. Once a cycle for five cycles on the coming of his birth, the selection occurs in which every girl-child from stripling to equaled age participates as it has always been and is to ever be done as the Superi command: Five cycles after the stripling thirteen cycles since the coming of his birth, each Alta Principe must give the Superi their fate if so they choose it, and for five cycles every ten cycles later that they do not themselves find a lifemate.
As truths are, in a time before time, our original Alta Principe, the first of Our Nation's line, became smitten by the girl-child of a Superi he found dancing around and over the lone Banyan tree on the thirteenth cycle of the coming of his birth, and wooed her with a bangle until the disk was hushed and it's husk fell to be reborn once more. As a girl-child of the Superi, she could only stay one span each cycle, if she chose. Out of interest, and against all truths, she continued to return. The Alta Principe, unable to see anyone but her, his true love, wooed her every span on the coming of his age for five cycles, each time giving her a bangle or chained ankle bell. When the end of the fifth cycle's span neared, the husk froze within the sky, the wind staled, and all life ceased to thrum as the voices of the Superi echoed into the frozen land. In exchange for their girl-child's hand, for their love was pure, they may be together in exchange for the time given them outside of time. One gift would be of a first son for every generation, so long as upon the thirteenth cycle of the coming of his birth, called the five cycles solstis, the girls of this land upon which he shall build his Reich or kingdom shall pick from the earth at their meeting area, a set of bangles and chain ankle bells which will react to the Sceptor of Rule if said fates are intertwined. The second gift was of time- past, present, and future as well as both birth and death, for now the disk and its husk can be seen in the sky at once.
My balla, or cloth that covers the hair spins out behind me, teased by the speed of my trundling feet. I am of the youngest, and therefore stationed further to the back of the procession while the elder girl-children lead, having walked this already thrice before. The procession reaches the apex at which the road abruptly turns left, and is my only hope for joining unnoticed. I weave through the crowd as the girls begin to turn; dart out of the well-wishers, filling my space within a ray of the disk and try to gain my breath. I had little time to coif, thus had left my hair as a ball at the base of my neck- little for the wind to muss. I wipe at the cooling liquid on my body, listening to the hesitant jingles of my fellows.
To honor the Superi and history, we circle the original Banyan tree, dancing in the original steps of worship to the Superi as did their girl-child. We circle the tree once more, taking our stations to greet the Sceptor of Rule. Each girl steps forward, hardly caressing the sceptor's head before being ushered past to rest in the shade of the Banyan tree. My hands and feet tingle, almost vibrating as I near after each girl. I glance to the Palanquin holding our Alta Principe and the smaller Stilta if a girl is chosen. Cool heats my skin. The disk too bright; too dark.
I am wrenched forward, and hit the girl to the fore with my shoulder. I pull back, the girl barely looking back long enough to glare at me before returning her attention. We step forward once more with two girls ahead of me and three still left behind. I lose my footing on the sparce blades at my feet and am swept forward once more, this time unable to stop the momentum as my hands are wrenched out and together, the backs of my feet rubbing against the land as they also are pulled inevitably forward. My wrists close around the neck of the Sceptor, my hands poised on the large dark head as I try to regain my balance. The bangles seem to glare bright in this frozen darkness, time stopping momentarily before the sound of an altruistic hiccup balances the scales once more and the land is righted.
I do not remember being bathed, being dressed, nor how I came to the main viewing room. What I do remember is the cool metal of the bangles and chain ankle bells fastened unto my death upon me. I do remember the smells of the various incenses perfuming the room; remember that I am now a part of history, with a fate of incomprehensible magnitude, in the same room as the Alta Principe. My Alta Principe. And I must wonder what the future has planned for our lives because only in times of need or boredom do the Superi deign to stop time or intertwine fate.

[Bluegravity]

Rose wrote: "The Ghost Of You

You can hear the rain drumming on the window, the wind that is blows against the window, the trees that is slams against the window. Under the covers lays a girl, her eyes are clo..."

YOu really had a good hold on the emotions displayed in your story, grammatical errors and whatnot aside- read the whole thing- entranced.

[Bluegravity]

Mairead wrote: "I decided to write another for funzies :)

Half-light.


Shafts of light bled through the gaps in the blind; the sunlight illuminated everything in its path. Including the face of a girl who was ..."

Kinda bittersweet- would be a good (really good) beginning to an actual book as well (wink wink eye eye nod nod)

[Bluegravity]

Mairead wrote: "The tides that change:


The waves wash over my feet and the ebb and flow of memories fills me, just like Gale’s love filled me all those years ago.
I never believed in the mystical, the magical o..."

Gotta love a merman. Gotta love a story about a merman. And how lovely.... Scandalous.... And a nice spin on only having the one day to decide :3

[Mairead]

Thanks Bluegravity :) I actually thought about making both of them books...or at least fleshing them out. Your story is epic! :D I really liked it.