Blood: Recounting the Dream by SparkzInsanity, literature
Literature
Blood: Recounting the Dream
Alright, you showed up. You had the guts to come, now lets hope you can just follow this through.
The warehouse smells of old, dry wood and the tension that floats through the air. This moment. This is what you have inexplicably waited on for so long. It dwells deep within you in the darkness of your soul. The longing and needing after all this time has finally, gradually come to an end now. It's funny though, this longing was more of an incoherent one waiting to be awoken. Quite the opposite of most longings. But, when the opportunity arose you knew that you had to seize this moment without a doubtful flicker in the back of your mind.
"Are
The weaver Lace Jabot was sitting in a room made out of massive black stone and stared at a book resting in his lap. There were enough torches around to shed sufficient light for reading, but still he didn't lift the cover. The book was bound in dark brown leather and didn't show any letters or symbols on the outside.
One of the torches began to flicker and a gust of wind swept through the room, even though the door was closed and there were no windows, only lots and lots of bookshelves around. The wind swirled and condensed into a blue robe, which entirely covered the person wearing it. Lace stared at the visitor, intrigued by the golden orn
Some days I can’t even get out of bed
So I lay there in the shadows with the voices in my head
And they torment me with memories and things I had to choose
Somehow it ended up no matter what it is I lose
But I put on my best smile and nobody can tell
I’m not as happy as I seem, in fact, I’m doing well
I stare myself down in the mirror and thought I’d at least try
To make it through another day I tell another lie
I’m alright…
That’s exactly what I’ll say if anybody asks
I’m alright; I’m okay with living life behind these masks
Nobody has to worry because I’m obviously faking
Someone Special by ILuvVegeTarbleTrunks, literature
Literature
Someone Special
Hatarakou and I went to a swimming pool today. Looking at various of people playing in the water, a swimmer caught my eyes. I pointed at him so that Hatarakou will know what I'm going to talk about.
"That man can swim well. Do you think he can be someone special soon?" I asked him. Simply smiling happily.
"I don't know," he answered short. Watching the man swimming.
"Do you want to be a special person?" I think he wanted to be one. Everyone wants to be special!
"It's not like I can be one," he answered while drinking a cold drink in his hand. He seems to have less spirit than usual. I wanted to cheer him up!
"That's not true! You're spec
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 25 by gamera68, literature
Literature
R+V: A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot Ch. 25
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 25 "Autumn Carnival" (Omake)
Based upon Characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: the real Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono
Rated T.
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Comedy / Drama / Romance
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
All previous chapters can be found here: http://gamera68.deviantart.com/gallery/37385961
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A/N: As of this writing, this story has over 40,500 views, since December 10t
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar. by Invoking, literature
Literature
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.
There’s constantly something wrong with me
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old