For The Love of Saint Nick by WriterAnonymous, literature
Literature
For The Love of Saint Nick
You know the old saying, What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? You do? Good. Don't ever listen to something that was made famous by a guy with a name like Nietzsche. Because last Christmas Eve, I was very, very close to dying myself, and I most certainly do not feel stronger. In fact, if anything, I feel scared shitless. The source of my fear?
Her name is Megumi. She's beautiful... too beautiful to be real, almost, but she somehow is. Platinum blonde hair that could easily rival moon beams and eyes-- oh, those eyes-- forged from pure jade. She has a body like a rock star, in my opinion anyway. Not one of those tooth pick thin girls you s
Andromeda.
Moire.
Andromeda Moire.
He let his pencil do the talking, watching his own messy handwriting form the letters that formed the name on the paper beside him. Her pen strokes were curved and maybe even elegant. This was the precise reason that Jaro enjoyed the Peer-editing that they went through every other day in English.
What's in a name, anyway? He wondered to himself, calling back some buried memory from Mythology class. Like the majority of her family, she had been named after a constellation. Vaguely, Mrs. Dame's voice repeated how the brightest star in the constellation was Alpheratz. The star that was also referred to as "
Jaro's smile had always been an object of fascination to Andromeda. It wasn't like she hadn't seen plenty of vampires smiling before; she'd lived in a neighborhood with several kind vampires. There was a drastic difference between their smiles, and his. There had been sincere effort in those people to try and not seem dangerous, but no matter what, her heart always beat a bit with the adrenaline that fear pushed through her veins.
With him, her heart did beat more quickly. With excitement.
When he would socialize in school, she would watch with some form of subtle intent. The curve of his pearly white fangs as he laughed, barely shielded by
Andromeda sat on the ragged couch of Jaro's single-story home. On the same couch as him. Across the hall, in the kitchen, there was the occasional clinking of glass. His twin was putting away dishes, humming the basics of a song that had just come out from a human pop singer. The same thing she had hummed for the past two days. It was, in fact, starting to get on his nerves.
But he wasn't concerned with that. He was concerned with the witch sitting on his couch, a small paperback book in her hands. She leaned against the arm of the green fabric-bound piece of furniture, eyes scanning each page intently. His senses picked up on her heartbeat,
High Tides.:Preface:. by WriterAnonymous, literature
Literature
High Tides.:Preface:.
High Tides, Preface.
" This is where you will be living from now on." The tall, straight-postured woman opened another wooden door. The room beyond it seemed to be, like the rest of the castle, forged almost entirely from stone. Against the far right wall was a plain four-poster bed with dark red drapes. Scattered about was a small dresser, a nightstand and another table with a ceramic washbasin on it, cloth hanging from the side. " After you've finished the tasks for the day, you will return and remain here unless called upon by any of your superiors."
Moryn clutched his small leather bag closer as he looked up at the woman, then around t
Walking on Glass.:Preview:. by WriterAnonymous, literature
Literature
Walking on Glass.:Preview:.
In the beginning, there was only the Goddess, Mother Earth. Her body was the calm bubbling brooks of the forests and the thrashing oceans, the rolling plains and jagged cliffs. She was the warmth of life, but at the same time, the frost of death. The trees whispered Her name lovingly and the sky stretched over Her with its only wish to protect Her. Peace was Her maiden name.
In the beginning, all was silent.
She soon grew restless. In Her heart, an unknown feeling stole Her happiness - sorrow. Her world was empty the silence made Her uneasy and lonely.
In the beginning, She created life. From Her own essence, She brought forth the fi
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Techno Favourite photographer: James Murphy Operating System: Compaq LapTop! :3 MP3 player of choice: iNinja Favourite cartoon character: Deidara Personal Quote: " Procrastination? ...eh, I'll look it up later."
It has been a very, very long time. Too long, in fact. And I know you all missed me, mwa ha ha. I'm back to write stories and do stupid things again.
Does anyone even keep track of me? xD I don't rightly know! But regardless, I'm here!
-Love, Kitty!
PS;; I'm still taking suggestions haha.
LOL. I finally got to play the second game! IT WAS SEXY.
I've found a newly forged hate for Chargers and Jockeys. And is it me, or did the tanks get easier to kill? o_o
Probably just me. LOL. I love Ellis. xD I was having so much fun. Way too much.
ANYWAY. Poison Powder, I've decided, is going to go up here. Not just the preview; I'll be taking that down. I'm going to put the whole thing up on dA. It's almost five pages, now. Fun.
As for that Elite!Fic I mentioned in the past journal entry, it's a little bit done. My distaste for Whitney is expressed on and off.. Seriously. Her and her f*cking cow. WHY?
I was kind of mad that her Miltank
Know what problem I'm having today?
I CAN'T BEAT THE ELITE FOUR. Yes, I've actually been paying alot of attention to SoulSilver(I'd been kind of ignoring it for awhile) and I guess my Pokemon were just really low-leveled when I got to Indigo Plateau this time. Because I've never had that problem. All you die-hard Pokemon fans understand, right? Usually the Elite Four only takes one or two tries... BUT FIVE? REALLY?
I hate Lance. With all my heart. And Match requested another Poke-yaoi story, with a Johto-Elite pairing of my choice. GUESS WHO'S NOT GOING TO BE IN IT.
That's right. Lance. And his fucking level 50 Dragonite.
It's probably go