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Red Moon
Three Part One Shot

PART ONE

Screams ring throughout the air, piercing it like a million little needles each sharper than any knife, any sword that could be crafted by man. It surrounds me, not like a blanket or a warm embrace but how my own blood may. Everywhere. No matter how hard I try, how badly I pray, no matter how loud my voice rises into the abyss it does not go away. It worsens.

"Stop!" I shriek, my hands gripping for something, anything that may ease this pain, or at least brace me, "Stop this now!"

I feel his soft breath at my ear as a hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear, "Please, just bear with it a little lRed Moon1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Creepypasta- Little Red RabbitI'm what you might call a Pokemon fanatic. I have what must be a million cards (no doubles), many figurines and plushies and I own or have owned all of the games at some point or another. I've owned and trained every Pokemon available, even the event exclusive ones thanks to a lot of bribing. Well, all except two. One very, very simple Pokemon that isn't uncommon in Eterna forest, and its evolution.
Buneary and Loppuny.
Those two Pokemon are my favourites ever, but whenever I encounter Buneary it either faints, knocks out all my Pokemon or I run out of Pokeballs. The darn thing hates my guts, and I have no idea why. And of course, the only Creepypasta- Little Red Rabbit2 years ago in Short Stories

Strangled Red There are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don't these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.
I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage tStrangled Red2 years ago in Short Stories

Red RuinsIt's 1964 or 65 or 95 or 2005. Dates don't matter anyway. What matters is what happened and why it happened and how it is now.

I can't remember the date but I'm wearing a red sundress and I'm in love with the way it flows. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe I was always in love with the idea of things or the idea of people instead of actual things or actual people.

So I'm wearing my red sundress and I'm six years old. I'm six years old but I feel like I'm forty and I'm having tea with my mother. 'How are you?' She says and this is where I learned how to lie. 'I love you.' She says and this is where I learned how other people lie. I watched heRed Ruins3 years ago in Short Stories

Red Riding HoodThe true story of Red Riding Hood (no "Little") is actually quite frightening.

Many years ago, travel through the forest could be very dangerous. Even a short journey of a mile or so could be perilous, as many dangers threatened travelers. These dangers included wild animals and thieves, and in some areas, the darker denizens of the unnatural world.

It happened that there was a palace owned by a great landlord whose land included a large forest. The prince of this manor loved to give parties, and invited all of the nobles of the area to attend. There was one family that had a particularly beautiful young daughter who was favored by the prinRed Riding Hood7 years ago in Fantasy

Red Moon Part II

Red Moon
Three Part One Shot

PART TWO

All my life I've been surrounded by the impossible. My parents were murdered, my home burned and I was taken from any hope of regaining my life back. But in that darkness, being on that cold pedestal of 'glory' as they called it, I cried for a way out. Any way out, any thread to clutch and climb. That thread, was my butler, my demon, Sebastian Michaelis.

I can remember the day perfectly, too well if you ask me. The cold smell of the dank ritual room can filter through my nose at any time, the dried blood permanently scared into the stone table, the screams of the deceased engraved in each left mark fRed Moon Part II1 year ago in Short Stories

Final Dance - Red And Black

Spoiler alert, for those not done with season 2. C:

Summary: "Goodbye, Grell-san."
"Wha...Sebas-chan I can't..."

"I can't say goodbye yet."

~Grell and Sebastian's Farewell~

Grell slammed the letter onto the small, oak table.

"!...!!... no...it...can't be..."

William raised an eyebrow seeing Grell reading a different letter next to Ciel's memoir card.

"What is it? So the demons left London. You shouldn't even bother with- !! ...Idiot. Can't you accept anything?"

Grell had vanished. He quickly ran across rooftops, not desperately but he had a concerned look on his face. One that yFinal Dance - Red And Black3 years ago in Short Stories

red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.

We throw away half of our refrigerator each week – meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.

Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.

At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.

I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.

Hearing "I love you" for the first timered leaves and Robert Frost.7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

EnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hats

EnglandxReader~ Red Jackets and Fluffy hats

Arthur POV

Oh tourists, how I hate you. Just because you are making stupid faces and ridiculous poses does not mean I am going to budge for you. You will never, ever, in a million years make this man move. But no, you don't listen, you keep trying like the idiots you are. You stick your tongues out and make silly noises; you jump up and down as if you were in aerobics, and then get so discouraged wondering how I could possibly not laugh at it.

As if their annoying antics weren't enough, the sun also decided to be a complete wanker. It was the middle of July and I am wearing a heavy red jacket, blEnglandxReader: Red jackets and fluffy hats9 months ago in Short Stories

BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the otBroken2 years ago in Short Stories

Red Moon III

Something in darkness, I don't quite know what has always captivated me. Perhaps it's something I was reborn from or something I brag on having risen from. I know I love the feel of it surrounding me, the thrill of a scare of never truly knowing what encompasses my entire being. My soul.

My soul, he says its pure, 'holy' almost. Such high praise to receive, such a disgrace coming from a demon but as if any of that matters anymore. That damned piece of me has haunted me as my only bargaining tool my only true value. I know this, he doesn't need to pretend any longer, I am a demon and I understand. I was human once, I had been ready to die onRed Moon III1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters

Hetalia vs Cleverbot- America

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Hetalia. Or any of the characters used in this. Or Cleverbot.
WARNING: This has hints of USUK.
(A/n: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating for a while. I've decided that I will update all of my fanfics/stories
every Saturday, okay? This way, I can have some sort of deadline, which will help me to update faster.
Anyway, now it's America's turn to visit the Cleverbot.)

User: AMERICA HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDDD
Cleverbot: No. You did not win. You're trying to cheat now. I won, you lost. Admit it.
User: WHAT? I'M A HERO AND HEROES DON'T CHEAT! D:
Cleverbot: You are good.
User: OF COURSEHetalia vs Cleverbot- America2 years ago in Short Stories

A Guide to OCTsOriginal Character Tournaments are all over deviantart and keep growing in popularity, but not everyone knows what they are or how to participate in them. Since they're hosted by individuals and not actually affiliated with the website itself, there are no guides available to help explain how they work. Hopefully, this FAQ will be helpful to anyone looking to get involved in OCTs.

What is an OCT?

OCTs, or "Original Character Tournaments" are contests held here on deviantart in which you can pit your original characters against other people's characters in a comic-style battle-royale. To put it simply, it's aA Guide to OCTs4 years ago in Academic Essays

The Painter : The RedThe Painter: The Red by L. Vera

       In a different world and in a different time there was a war. The citizens that survived called it The War of Colors and as the Red Queen took town after town she sent her painter to claim her new land. Her painter was an outcast from her army. He was once a decorated soldier but was no longer any use to the Queen. He now served only one purpose, painting.
       "Kids, stay inside," a mother calls to her children.
       "Mom, what kind of car is…"
       The Painter : The Red3 years ago in Short Stories

Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek

The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted ‘Sarge’s ship’ over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captain’s chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second sRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek5 years ago in Science Fiction

Police!Spain X Reader RED POLICE

Today, you finally had a day off, no more work and some time for you to relax and take a taste of the good life. You decided to pay a visit to some shops, but unlucky, nothing got your attention. Sure the clothes and shoes were cute, but not exaclly your style. After two hours of walking non-stop you took a break at a coffee shop. You took a seat at a table outside. It was very sunny and hot outside. Your favorite type of weather. What you didn't noticed was a mysterious guy stalking you. He was eyeing your purse and when you closed your eyes for some seconds, he run towards you and grabbed your purse in fast move. You opened your eyes and yPolice!Spain X Reader RED POLICE5 months ago in Short Stories

red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street light
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.

Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.

Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stoppered snow7 years ago in General

Pokemon Creepypasta Red's LoveI was different than most of the pokemon fans I have seen. I got into pokemon around the time of Heartgold and Soulsilver. Soulsilver was a surprise Christmas present that I got one year. I started playing it and I couldn't stop! That is, until Pokemon Black and White came out. I was ecstatic when I heard all about the new game. When I got pokemon black, I instantly dropped Soulsilver and got started on the new game. I all of it! Everything was way better than Soulsilver, and I even got a crush on the character, N. I used to have a crush on Red, but everything I had done on Soulsilver seemed to vanish, except my love of the pokemon I had in tPokemon Creepypasta Red's Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

CreepyPasta- The HackI've always been a fan of the Pokemon games. I remember getting into the cards as a kid, and from there I went to the show, and finally, the games. And even though I got rid of my cards long ago, and I haven't watched the show in years, when the new games come out, I'm always excited to try them out and spend days playing them. And every once in a while, I go back to my old games for a nostalgia trip. Call me childish, but something about those old games keeps calling me back for more, no matter how many times I play through them.

The problem is that my Pokemon blue version can't save anymore. Whether it's a dead internal battery or just a wCreepyPasta- The Hack2 years ago in Short Stories

Creepypasta - RedIt's an endless loop.

I don't mind it so much, I guess. I've gotten to know the different terrains really well, and I always loved exploring. It's what I always wanted to do, after all, this journey. Maybe I should be thankful that even when it ends, I get to do it over again. When you choose your starter, and release them for the first time, the look of trust and love in their eyes... Well, even jaded as I've become, it's the one thing that never fails to melt my heart. Maybe I'm lucky. Not everyone gets to live out their dream over and over again.

"I love you, mom."
"All boys dream of traveling. It said so on TV."

There are good parts. Creepypasta - Red2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Red Dragons - MA Dissertation8 months ago in Academic Essays

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