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Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 13

Kagekao sat on the roof of the house. Time had passed, and he was all healed and doing well again. There were still a few minor aches and pains, but they would go away in time.

It was the late afternoon, so the sky was filled with color as the sun prepared to drop below the horizon. The clouds appeared pink and orange, the sky was streaked with red and yellow, and the sun was a large orange sphere; it was the type of scene and color scheme that made one feel warm and content.

Kage gazed out at the sky, unaware of what was about to happen next. To him, it was just another normal day. Sun rose, sun set, everyone is alright.

Luckily for KForgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 134 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Epiphanies and alike.The moments when you realise something so raw and real, it triggers an emotional train of thought, new to you. It is like waking up, in your waking life, from a dream segment you thought to be as true as anything else; due to perception. Respect and value it's importance, for it is who you were and what's real–– challenged by experience. Reality splits into what you saw, and what you see, what you felt, and what you feel, what you knew, and what you know.

You hear yourself speak, and your own words, cause speculation, interest and satisfaction. Knowledge shows you a path, that always was, but was never tapped into; by you- the owEpiphanies and alike.5 hours ago in Philosophical

The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.

At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them iThe Secret5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Confusion of the MindLet's end this the way it started
(Begin again and start anew)
Lost, confused and brokenhearted
(Forget everything and just undo)
Feelings so used up and discarded
(Stop to think, don't misconstrue)
Unimportant and disregarded.
(Your vision is fragile and askew)

Living life with endless grief
(Focus on the good, life moves on)
Filled with lies and disbelief
(Tomorrow starts a brand new dawn)
Suffering from what lies deep beneath
(For the future has not yet been drawn)
Strangled by a hateful wreath
(Follow throuConfusion of the Mind7 hours ago in Free Verse

Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife prologueJeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife.

Your pov –
Even as a young child, I’d always been attracted towards the strange, the creepy and the paranormal, which explains why I stayed up late reading Creepypasta stories. One that caught my eye the most was the one about a “Jeff the Killer”; I found myself trawling through numerous pages to find out more about him. The fact that he kills who he wants to is strangely admirable. I can’t find anything else about Jeff for now, plus I’m bored out of my mind, it’s late and I’m feeling a little queasy, so I might as well go to bed.

Jeff’s pov –
Hahaaa!Jeff X Reader: Love Is A Bloody Knife prologue4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145Une pluie d’hiver
sur les dunes
scalpées

A winter rain
on the scalped
dunes

Frantz, mai / may 2013Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 1454 hours ago in Free Verse

Captured- Chapter 8 (Final)

I awoke after god knows how long as something cold and damp was placed on my forehead. My first thought was;
God, that feels good.
Slowly my senses sharpened and fuzzy voices tickled my hearing.
“He’ll be okay. Right Splendy?” I knew that voice instantly as Offender’s.
“He’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” Splendor?
“He better be. Or I will-” He raised his voice only to have Splendor shush him.
“Quiet, he’s still resting.”
I twitch and my vision comes back to me. I expected to see a white ceiling stretched out above me. To my surprise and glee I saw trees and bluCaptured- Chapter 8 (Final)7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Candy Coated Lies5 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 5Lost
Jeff the Killer X Reader
Chapter 5
A/N : Here's chapter 5, as promised! I enjoy all your feedback so much that I'll try my hardest to make this story the best one yet! Thank you all so much! Watch out for strong language by the way! Enjoy! ^-^
Guide : (y/n)=your name, (y/l)=your last name, (e/c)=eye color, (h/c)=hair color, (f/c)= favorite color.(Insert ???) shall also be included.
Age : 18
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You managed to reach the dining room to only stop in the doorway and gasp.Wow! This is a really big dining room! You haven't seen a dining room this big since you went to some after party at (Insert name of school)'s prom! "Wooooow!" you couldn't help but whisper, looking around with your wide (e/c) eyes.
"Do you like it?" came a echoing, demonic voice, snapping you out of your fantasizes and making you look at a very tall creature with paper white skin, no face, very long arms, and wearing a black busine(Jeff the KillerXReader) LOST chp 55 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

SleepLights like stars in
a dark night. The city sleeps its
empty lonely rest.Sleep4 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

SandEverything to gain,
And nothing to lose-
Yet why do I feel,
As if I'm tossed to the wind?

Throw care to the wind,
Let it whittle away,
When I lose what I gained,
My life will be like sand.

Once a stone,
Strong but alone;
Time and time again,
I break myself
To stand slightly longer.

I am blown by the winds of time,
Washed away by the sea of my self,
Broken by the bindings of my being:

I was like stone
But now,
I am sand.Sand3 hours ago in Free Verse

--Senkensha Kyou--

general info

full name: 凶, 先見者 (Kyou, Senkensha; Bad Luck, Seer)
epithet: 語り部 [さん] (Goribu[-san], The Storyteller)
age:
59 part I
62 part II
date of birth: 23rd December
gender: female
zodiac sign: Capricorn
blood type: A
family:
mother | Youma
father | ?
siblings | Takayuki, Yahei and Monban
husband | Yūsei
kid(s) | Mune

personal info

personality: gentle, humorous, patient, slightly crazy, wise, analytical, mysterious
Senkensha's a person with a lot of secrets. She supports the cliché of a typical Kyou-Clanmember with her all her character traits.
Some of her deeds aren't--Senkensha Kyou--5 hours ago in Profiles

One More NightYou were the one who stole my heart
Swore that we would never part
Now times have changed and you turned away
But here I lay waiting day by day

Twisted fate of our future denied
You said you loved me, now you say you lied
My hearts been torn, my soul so confused
My emotions were castoff and simply used

It’s just one more night of pain
Your love for me all truths in vain
But still I wait here
Waiting for you
Can’t you see I’m in love with you?

Time moves on and you found another
We’re still friends as I bleed and suffer
Trapped in this nightmare you have me in
Will I be set free, will I ever love new again

One More Night7 hours ago in Free Verse

Our SongI had to let you go.

When I think back on the decision I can still feel the pain inside. I remember your brilliance, your presence always around me. For the longest time you had been an indelible part of my soul that I had resolved to never let go. To me, you were the most beautiful soul I could ever encounter, ever hope to hold against.

Your gleaming blonde hair, those penetrating blue eyes; I remember them well. Though we were as different as the night and the day, I loved you so. When we were young we used to play together without a care in the world, without the need of words or thoughts. Just purity in its essence, and a tender care soOur Song6 hours ago in Short Stories

InhaleSweet release, go figure
Cross my heart and pull the trigger
Feel that heartbeat with regrettable rage
Time heals not all but nothing with age
Indebt and in-depth with unthinkable sorrow
Today's pain will end but there's always tomorrow.
For time to fester in filth and compliance
Can't trust the heart with unsteady reliance
Bad thoughts can stay and steal and scar
With wounds and few words that go so far
Wait till I heal, inhale and then
Tear it down, and scream again.Inhale8 hours ago in Free Verse

Shot in the Dark||FiveSylvia gripped his shirt as he stood, trying to follow the direction of his gaze. She was greatly impressed that a human would know about something other than their own territory. It almost made her feel stupid that she didn't recall ever hearing some of the terms he'd used. Swallowing, she nodded.
"One step closer," she murmured. "Where exactly are we going?"
"There's a lake not too far from here. Has some caves that could be worth a shot." Seeming to remember she could talk, Jonathan tilted his head down to face her while Cliff grumbled a complaint about having to drive when they had practically just arrived.
"I know where you're talking about," Sylvia replied immediately, grinning and glad to not be completely clueless for once. "I visited there once, but it was too far away to look around. I had been meaning to go back . . . Those caves looked so tempting to explore." Her eyes shined with excitement as she blocked out the thought that they were still looking for something thaShot in the Dark||Five7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

A British Chicken in New YorkWalking down the street one day
I saw a chicken in a tree
Wearing a black-felt bowler
And spectacles.

"I say, chicken, what are you doing?"
To which he calmly replied, "Hello sir! Fine day, fiiinneee day! I am watching butterflies for the duck."
"Oh, I see. Of course, of course." Then, "Ahm, pardon me, chicken-"
"Please, call me Andrew."
"Right! Andrew. Umm...do you happen to have the sports page?"
With some fluttering of feathers, Andrew tossed the sports section down to me.

He said, "I see that Manchester lost their rugby match last evening. Bloody rout by the opposing team."
"Hm, yes. Ah, chic-"
"Andrew."
"Quite right, old chap. Andrew..A British Chicken in New York1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

PnF: Kroniki Swiata Wynurzonego part 2 Cała siódemka stała wpatrując się w fioletowo-oką ze zdumieniem.
- Jak to mamy znaleźć Świątynię Światła w Krainie Słońca? - odezwał się Ferb, przerywając głuchą ciszę.
- Tak - odparła Alice kiwając głową. - I to natychmiast - dodała podnosząc się z łóżka i ruszając ku drzwiom.
Kiedy jednak dostrzegła, że pozostali nie ruszyli się z miejsca, zapytała.
- Nie wierzycie mi?
- To nie jest tak, że ci nie wierzymy - zaczął powoli Phineas. - CPnF: Kroniki Swiata Wynurzonego part 27 hours ago in Short Stories

PrisonTrapped in this shell;
this piece of rotting meat.
let the blade cut me.Prison4 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

There is a tale weaving In theThere is a tale weaving
In the inns of old lands
And it speaks of men
The dauntless of their clans

Of times when suns
And moons failed to shine
And beasts that swallowed
Stars that rose high

There were seas, a deep blue
With caverns, crystal clear
And the songs of sirens
Brought sailors to their lair

The story tells of
Wolves that roamed homes
And giants, one-eyed
Turning gladiators to loam

Tombs that lay cracked
Lonesome in the hills
While raiders sold remnants
Of kings and their frills

A peak that touched
The sky in its mirth
And a pit that boiled
With the rage of the earth

By old illusions
The fog was unwelcome
Until the day a queThere is a tale weaving In the7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Morita OC SheetInformation

Name: Mayuri Morita
Alias: ----
True Age: 237
Visual Age: Early twenties
Gender: Female
Status: Active
Squad: Division 10
Rank: Fukutaicho
Other Groups: Shinigami Women Association
Personality
Ambition: To keep her family healthy and happy.
Hobbies: Shodō (calligraphy), Kyūdō (archery), Shōgi ("general`s chess"), Pachinko, Collecting Kokeshi Dolls
Dislikes: Boredom, Monotonous Work, Vanilla, Insects
At the first glance, Mori can be called a typical japanese woman: calm and pleasant, she prefers to keep distance from people that aren`t in her "friend" or "family" list. Surrounded by the aura of politeness, she usually makes a good impreMorita OC Sheet2 hours ago in Profiles

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