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Into The NightmareInto The Nightmare
InuXKag one shot
"You never know what you have till you've lost it," -Alyson Noel
It was a perfect day. The air was clear and fresh, the sun was shining bright with no clouds in sight, and the birds and bees were flying around with no threat. All in all the day was exactly what Inuyasha needed; that and his wife, Kagome.
She had come back just six months prior and made his life absolutely complete. He had made every day count; loving her, being with her, spending almost every second with her. Something he had failed to do three years ago. She was his best friend and forever his.
However, today he would have to spend some time away from her slaying a demon a few miles east. It had been terrorizing neighboring villages and disrupting crops. The villagers weren't too happy and wanted it to stop. That was when Inuyasha and Miroku agreed to help.
He kissed her goodbye this morning staying that he would make it up to her tonight. This was resulted from a long 'awe' fro
All Around the Mulberry BushMokalo sighed despairingly and crossed her arms. She was sitting in her computer chair, her feet up on the desk, feeling both sad and bored. Things hadn't been going so well and she needed something to get her mind off her troubles.
Warm spring air was blowing gently into the room through the open window and birds chirped contently outside so Makalo leisurely stood and stretched.
“I suppose a walk can't hurt,” she mumbled to herself. She put on her shoes and grabbed a jacket just in case before heading outside for a quick walk. She walked towards the center of town, kicking the occasional rock, and trying to make herself feel better. Cars passed her unhurriedly and people milled around and past her, riding bikes, pushing baby carts, jogging, and she began to relax a bit.
She looked at the shops as she walked, window shopping, and at the crosswalk she waited at the light before crossing. The second she reached the other side of the street a few clouds covered the sun and she
Horror: Through the Looking Glass(WARNING: Strong themes involving death)
I had to say goodbye to her again today. I had to. It's been just like every other time so far. I watch the pain cross her features. I want to reach for her so badly but nothing seems to get through. It used to be really scary to watch her like this. I guess you get used to everything after a while no matter how painful it is.
I watch her make a slip knot and check it carefully. Her touch over the fabric is disturbingly gentle and warm. I want desperately to say something to her but I can't. All I can do is watch as she places the soft silk around her neck again. I want to scream at her but I know it won't do any good. She won't be able to hear me even if I do. It won't change anything at all.
I feel the cold air rush over me again as she opens the closet door and starts gathering clothing. It's like this every time but why can't I stop it! I feel sick and can taste bile rising into the back of my throat as she starts to carefully place the item
Strange dreamThis morning when I woke up, I had only been asleep for a few hours, I was still very tired, so I went back to sleep...and had quite a strange lucid dream...
My dream started with me standing in the middle of some town, in an estate filled with houses. I was standing in the middle of the road, some cars were parked outside a few of the houses but the whole place was quiet...too quiet. I looked around, it looked like it was evening time, the sky was dim, and the sun would be setting soon. None of the houses had their lights on. This town was completely empty. Not a single man, woman or child in sight. So I just stood there for a minute and looked ahead of me. Where the lines of houses ended, there was a small grassy patch, surrounded by trees. I took a few steps closer, and stood on the grass. Looking down I saw a square of dirt with no grass growing on it, and a large cardboard box with crude crayon drawings of sad looking children all over them, each one seemingly hol
The Devil, the Sinner, and the HypocriteIn my younger years, around the time when I was on my youth’s deathbed, I had a generous friend named Hanna. She was a slender creature, she was, and she wore the darkest clothes I have ever witnessed on a person. She was not the prettiest of creatures either, in fact she never smiled, and she always hid her face behind her autumn red hair. Hanna loved the snow. She had told me once that she thought death was beautiful because it meant there will be a new beginning.
I remembered asking her what she believed in, and she told me in a quiet whisper that she believed in nothing. She believed not in a God, heroes, or any of the things that is preach on a day to day basis. I suppose no one looked at her the same when the word slipped. I was the only one she told to, so when I went to tell what had happened, that it wasn’t my fault that she is now condemned for being an atheist, she simply nodded. There was no anger. There was nothing. I watched her fade into the crowd as if her e
Sunny (english)The couple was still in the room, in which the woman had brought their common child to the world. Right away, gave me the midwife that newborn child. I looked at it more closely. It was a girl. Bright skin, eyes still closed and she was still warmly, and in a healthy condition. She was perfect.
“They'll be surprised, when I doesn't show them the child”, said the midwife unsurely.
“Shall not disturb us further”, I though, and turned my back to her.
“Oh, ok then. What should I do?”, she asked me still with an uncertain voice.
“Go away! And let nobody come in here, no matter what you hear! You’ll stay also outside”, I reply.
I put the newborn now in the hands of the midwife, and took care that she didn’t go to the couple.
I took the scalpel, and hidden it behind my back. So I went to the apparently happy couple.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t we able to see our child?”, the man asked me easily outraged, whi
(TF2) He's a Monster"Kill him," that voice mumbled inside the BLU's messed up and static filled head. "kill him and make me proud."
'Hey, Scout, what 'appened in-... ...S-son, what are you doin' with that there knife...?' The BLU Engineer carefully spoke, watching as his team-mate approached him with a blank and emotionless stare, his eyes reading nothing but hate and a loathing to kill, and even a tint of red sparkled in them. The Texas man had made the great mistake in investigating the bone-chilling screams of their Solider and Demoman from the kitchen area, only to find the boy standing over them, clutching tightly at the butcher's knife with blood splattered all over the place. As soon as they met eye contact, Scout had slowly started to stalk him, the knife remaining at his side.
'...' He tilted his head as he stared at him, as if trying to think his words through. His eyes remained slightly red, but he clutched the bloodied knife tighter. "Do the same to him as you did to Solider a
His MollThe woman standing in front of the Don was small and unassuming. Her dark hair pinned back into a tight bun at the nape of her, and her thin, pale fingers grasper tightly at the edge of her blazer, an obvious nervous tick.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your busy schedule Sir, but I was in need of telling someone who might be able to help me." she said quietly, her voice soft, sweet and frightened.
"No need to apologize sweetheart,I'm always obliged to help a member of the family. So tell me, what's going on Louise?"
The woman, Louise, took a deep breath, a hand twitching up towards where her thick, black bangs hung over one of her eyes.
"I uh...I don't know how to say it..." she pushed her fringe out of her face to reveal a dark purpled bruise circled her pale blue eye, so swollen her eye itself was nearly swollen completely shut.
"Louise...What? What happened?" the Don's voice was angry, though not at Lou.
"I-I was late with supper, it wasn't quite finished when he came home and he got real
CREEPYPASTA: POODLE CUTIn the summer of 1996, the town of Newport Bay was struck by an odd and gristly phenomenon. Earlier that year, the employees of a small animal shelter had been found mauled and eaten, by what appeared to be a rather large animal. The location and severity of the wounds added to the already powerful feelings of dread, fear and paranoia the residents were experiencing. Being eaten alive is often thought to be one of the worst ways to go, and while everyone has their own opinions on the worst ways to die, no one really wants to dwell on this morbid topic for long. Those unfortunate enough to hear the news, or even worse; be at the scene and accidentally witness the bloody corpses as they were being dragged away by paramedics, were no different. It was said to have caused a lump to rise within their throats, and even the bravest of folks had grown sick and pale. But perhaps the mist unsettling fact of all, was that the animal responsible had never been found. Around the town, paranoia was
RD4 - Ashley's Crappy Rescue 13
Bursting into the camp, he yelled, "GRAB ALL OF OUR CRAP, WE'VE GOTTA MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE! Zombies are after me!" Luis woke with a start. "Whaddya do this time..." He asked, slightly drowsy. "I ACCIDENTALLY SNIPED ONE WHILE I WAS TARGET PRACTICING TO GET MY MIND OFF OF DESTROYING THINGS AND AAAAAAAGH" Leon choked as a zombie grabbed him from behind. Luis sat and watched his friend, laughing. God, was this Spaniard stupid. "Haha, Leon, I think that zombie likes you!"
"Are you having your 'evil issues' again?"
"Oh, OH! CRAP, LEON, THERE'S A ZOMBIE CHOKING YOU!"
Luis pulled out his gun and shot the zombie. Both Leon and the zombie fell to the ground, except Leon was breathing heavily and rubbing his neck. More zombies started appearing down the path by the time Leon recovered, but he recovered in about 10 seconds. These zombies were moving pretty fast. "Ugh, okay... LETS GO! DON'T FORGET THE STUPID PIZZA, LUIS! Ahem, ugh, okay. Good. NOW
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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