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newNani was driving off to work one day, her mind not on the road ahead, voices swirling around her mind. Her car screeched dreadfully as she stopped. She stepped out and ran around to see the dent, but as she was more concerned at what caused it. There lied a beaten body of a man and she held in her urge to cry out. Quickly as to not waste any time she carefully tried to pick him up, or drag him, into her car. After a few tries she panted and managed. She whimpered at the blood all over him and tried him up. Nani ran into the other side and drove off to the nearest hospital.
Couldn't Resist"No waay," Nani was breathless as she looked at her best friend. "Tracy... you're... an angel?" She asked, watching the bright light fade away from the female. She looked up at her.
"Yes," Tracy spoke softly to her, gathering her in her arms. "I'm sorry 've been keping it from you Nani." She spoke against the flesh of her neck.
"Tracy..." Nani whispered, petting Tracy's soft black hair.
"My real name's Tristen," Tracy told her, lightly kissing her neck. She gulped, kissing her neck a little harder. "and I'm- I'm a boy." She nearly choked. "I'm so sorry," Tracy, no, Tristen cried. "I love you." He told her, gathering her in his arms. Nani looked up at Tristen, and she grabbed his face softly.
"Tra- Tristen, I- I-" She stuttered.
"You don't have to love me, Nani-" Tristen spoke to her, but was immediately interrupted with a
"Oh thank God!"
"CUT!!" The director yelled, pissed off.
Two and The Same Ch. 9Chapter 9
I slept in an abandoned house at the edge of the village. The sun was setting and I awoke aching. Six more days. I thought to myself, stretching. I walked out of the house, and through the shadows. The village seemed tense, and more vigilant. I left my things in the house, since no one would go in there. I yawned, and greeted my best friend, the moon. I didn't dare transform into the wolf again, people were still on the lookout for me. In that form, anyway. After half a damn day asleep, I walked around the village. The shops were closed, so that was a tough break. I didn't feel like causing anymore trouble... yet.
I came across a pond, and spotted small goldfish swimming along the edge. Little tadpoles, and a few adult frogs. I grabbed a stick, and crouched down, poking the chubbiest frog. It blinked, then expanded its gland, and hopped along. The stick was long, so I didn't have to move; I poked it again.
I needed to take my mind off things. Like, why were all these deaths o
They sat there and waited. Finally they spotted their target. With a rustle of the wind, they vanished.
"Let's go." A black-haired girl commanded. The black-haired boy nodded, the girl withdrew a sword from its sheath. She leapt at the enemies; with a quick reaction of her wrist, she managed to slice the guys' throat. The girl watched as he struggled to breathe any last precious moments of air, but at the rate he was bleeding, that wasn't possible. The enemy hit the floor, the puddle of blood soon became a pool. With a heart as dark as a pitch black whirlpool, and a heart ice cold, she left without saying a word.
"Not a word." The girl commanded the black-haired boy, harshly. Her voice, quiet and feminine, but commanding and harsh. He didn't dare disobey her; just simply held her hand. The girl shook, so he carried her away. She looked over his shoulder, watching something, then shuddered. "Hurry up." She whispered.
It was quiet, Luc was on a business trip,
Bad RomanceBad Romance- Lady Gaga
Crawling on the floor, she leaned against the wall, her brown eyes misty, and her hair everywhere. The look suited her, she smiled, knowing he was watching. She got up, and pounded on the wall, on the mirror.
He smiled, sitting on his red satin chair. His assistant bowed down to his ear and asked something. He nodded, and waited. He muttered, and watched as she was dragged in. She was pushed in, her moves still, but graceful. She was covered in one of his fur coats. She strutted to him, dropping the fur coat on the way, revealing black lace lingerie. "I hate fur." She commented, her heels making small clicking sounds on the white marble floors. She sat on his lap, his hand trailed down her leg, and back to her cheek. He chuckled, and went for a kiss, but she kissed his hand instead. "I want your love, but all your love is revenge."
"A bad romance." He said, his nails digging into her flesh.
"Caught in a bad romance." She repeated, her black hair partially coverin
Adventures of Rayne SaitoThe Adventures of Rayne Saito!
A small, black-haired boy crawled to a white-haired woman on the floor. The woman opened her hands, and showed her face. "Peek-a-boo!!" She yelled, giggling. The small boy clapped his hands, and laughed. The woman tickled his belly. "Choochie-choochie-coo!!" She tickled him, nibling his fingers. The baby smiled and giggled.
"I thought you said you didn't like kids, Nani." A man said, leaning against the door. His hair somewhat in his face.
"I love MY kid." Nani said, and lifted the boy up. "Come on, Matsu! Join in!" She said, handing him the child. Matsumeda smiled, and kissed his son's forehead. The small boy blinked, and giggled, pulling his hair. Matsumeda yelped in pain.
"Nani, help me!" He yelled, pulling the boy away from his face. "He's got me!"
"Come on! Let go of daddy!" Nani said, and yipped when the boy grabbed her hair with one of his hands. He now had both his parents' hair. "Owwie!" Nani cried, trying to free herself from her kids' grasp. Sh
Vesper Meets HarmonyWork, school, work, school. Dream of romance while traveling to one or the other, because that was the only time for it.
It’s not that Vesper considered dating or any kind of social life to be less important than her job and studies; on the contrary, too many lonely nights in her dorm, hugging a body pillow and dreaming of her arms wrapped around someone, had left the foxgirl faunus wondering if she placed too much emphasis on love and was setting herself up for disappointment as reality didn’t live up to her expectations.
It was just that there was so little time and so much else to take care of. She needed the job at the bakery to pay tuition and living expenses, and she needed school to learn about business and the culinary arts so that one day she could run her own bakery. And they both required huge chunks of her day, Vesper being kept so busy that at times it felt like entire weeks were vanishing; Vesper would wake up on Thursday, her only day when she didn’t ha
StrelaV melancholii dešťových kapek stékajících po zadním okně jedoucího auta vzpomínám na radost narozeninových dnů mého dětství. S nostalgií zoufale natahuju ruce po své ztracené nevinnosti. Škaredím se jako malé dítě a nejradši bych se zašprajcoval, začal dupat a vyvádět. Namísto toho si to v sobě pěkně podusím, jak to děláme skoro všichni, jak to po sobě navzájem chcete. Budu skrývat pocity, nejusilovněji pocit bezpráví, že právě zbabělci chtějí, abych ty pocity skrýval, a jsou v příliš velké přesile. Bojí se totiž svých pocitů a druzí by jim mohli svou otevřeností a upřímností při
Revenge of the Diamond: Chapter 5"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! God d*mnit Rosie! Wake up!!" I shoot forward in my bed and knock heads with Icee. She falls backwards and I shut my eyes tight, rubbing my hand against my head and I groan.
"Ooooooww!" Icee groans. I put on my glasses and shake my head. At that moment Velvet pokes her head into the room.
"Icee, I said to wake her up, not... you bonked heads didn't you?" Velvet says, fighting back a grin.
"Ugh, you have a hard head." Icee and I say at the same time. I climb out of bed and help her up.
"C'mon you two, or we're gonna be late." Velvet says, handing me my sword, which I strap across my back.
"Late for what?" I ask, handing Icee her bow.
"For parkour practice." Icee says, taking the bow. My eyes light up.
"Parkour!!??" I yell. They nod their heads and before they can say anything else, I shoot out of the room.
I run past the villagers and everyone else in the kingdom/ army base as I head towards the parkour course. From what I've heard
Something awful. (Part 3)I'm so very, very sorry that this part has taken so long for me to put up. I know there are only a very few people who are following this story, but I love you all.
I've recently been doing a lot of non-DeviantArt work including working on scripts for a friend's comedy sketch show. I've been writing my own short comedy pieces as-well as editing other people's scripts and it's been really time consuming.
But here we go, here's the 3rd part of 'Something Awful'. I really am falling so much more and more in love with this story as I write it.
The Character of Milo started off as just some kid who I could do horrible stuff to, but I have come to cherish him so much.
I don't know if you saw my last journal post, but I'm planning on putting a lot of these novellas together and then sending them out on Lulu to hopefully earn some money. Therefore any feedback will be much appreciated.
My good Mate Lethus1 has given me some awesome feedback on the first part, as-well as the prequel 'Number 93'
Derroga Story pt1 It was another cool evening in Derroga, the horizon stricken with a single billowing pillar of black smoke which the wind blew across the sky. The nearby village was under attack, making it the second attack within two days of the first. However, these attacks are becoming more common nowadays -- I witnessed another attack on the poor villagers almost the other day. And although at this time they have prepared themselves to retaliate, it’s sad to say that their preparations only delayed their suffering. The scrambling screaming, the trotting of the frenzied horses and the chewing of the sparks on the wooden houses have started to become a necessity for these events, and if one of these things did not happen, I’m only further tempted to come closer to these villages to see what is keeping the sounds. If only my curiosity did not tempt me so on this evening, on this day, I would have never been within blades reach of danger.
I am, what villagers and others alike
Matthew SierraMatthew "Matsumeda" Sierra- is a regular shape shifting demon. He was adopted by Akane and Derek Sierra. He doesn't know who his parents are. Like his family, he's a live-in servant for the king and his family. His job was assigned to be Nani's caretaker. He's only a few months older than her. He acts like he hates her, but is secretly in love. When they were both children, he told her that he loved her. He's sensitive, and a bit of a loner, at times.
Hair: long black hair that covers his eyes
Profession: Nani's caretaker/ her servant
Identifying Marks: tattoo on his neck
of a unkown symbol
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