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DIS: The Dark Crystal FableOnce upon a time, there was no magic in the kingdom. But one day, a wizard came and mystified many of the kingdom's residents. The wizard claimed that anyone could have magic powers, all they had to do was create a potion that would grant the drinker far more powerful magic than the wizard had. Soon enough, nearly everyone was searching for the potion's recipe so they too could wield magic.
Two sisters went out to find the potion's recipe. The two sisters, Theodora and Evanora by name, quickly found the recipe and made the potion together.
“When we have magic powers, we will use them to help others.” Evanora told her sister before they drank the potion for the first time.
“I agree.” Theodora nodded.
But the potion did not work right away. The wizard failed to tell anyone that the potion was like a medicine; you had to keep using it in order for magic powers to develop. So the two sister continued to drink the potion for three long years. Then one day, Theodora w
AU DiSThe nights they spent alone were indescribable. They danced under sheets that have seen better days, and they uttered more confessions then they would at church. She loved to hear his heart beat to the changes of their dancing, and he would give anything to keep her warmth with him always. They both yearned for the pleasure to last a little bit longer before they collapsed into each other's arms from exhaustion.
The last time would always feel like the first; rewarding, but still pleasantly awkward. Would it always be like this?
From the window a shadow looked at them. He didn't try to hide, and there was no real need. He was a shadow, literally and figuratively, everyone knew he was there but did nothing to prevent him. As he watched, hatred grew in his already hardened heart. How could she...? Sure, she and him were meant to release the shadow within, but the shadow knew that she really belonged with it instead. Why else could she have been the one to free him?
She belonged with the
Can't Just Be a DreamEvery night I have the same dream.
There is a girl, who is like me but... different. She does things that I would not do. She befriends the crowds I really do not want to be a part of. But yet, she still acts like I do and would react to certain things I would. This can't just be a dream... can it?
Every day I pass out.
I dream, of sorts, while out. There is a girl, she is like me, but not the same. She does things I would not do if you forced me to. She hides along the fringes in parties and refuses to talk unless spoken to. She insists on doing 'good' things instead of living life to its fullest. And yet, this goody-two-shoes still acts like me when she feels the need. This can't just be a dream... can it?
Christmas MeaningsOur Christmas trees represent the following;
The evergreen for his undying love, so long as we ask.
The wood for the cross he died and the manger he was born.
The lights for the light he has shown to us.
The star to let us know he was here.
The presents to remind us of his gift to us.
Everything has meaning, if you want to give it one.
The best meanings given are the ones we form ourselves.
Because it comes from the heart.
And, in truth;
Isn't that why we are here?
HowlHe meant to punish her. But it only made beasts out of them.
He tied her to a makeshift cot, naked, to promote the feeling of shame. Quite honestly, she did think that he was going to hurt her. He was naked to. Why, he wasn't quite sure, perhaps to show that he had shame for what she had done. Then he snaked around her body, a proposed 'you belong with me' move in the making. As he grazed in between her legs, a sudden euphoric reaction hit inside of her that her lips leeched onto his and refused to let go. Too quickly, the leeches became poison, and somehow her ties where loosened. Her hands free, she dig her nails into his back like an animal clawing itself in. The sense of euphoria grew stronger, the two only stopping when human fatigue set in.
They slept through the night without interruption, so that the next day he departed with little regret. But whenever they entered the same room during the day, their bodies could sense the other, even without them looking at each other. It was
No Cure for Magic LostHe was beginning to feel nothing again as his skin became wood and his eyes dimmed to black. He hated how upset she was, holding him like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. No matter what she tried, it was all useless. The powers she was once known to have were gone now. He saw her only as a girl now, a scared girl who didn't want to lose her friend. Whoever she reminded him of wasn't there anymore. Fairy Nilambari, where have you gone?
She was trying to hold back her tears. She had tried everything she knew, and then made up some things to see if it worked. Nothing did. Nothing would. He was going to leave her soon, she could feel it. He would leave her almost like her neighbor-grandfather had done... it would be just as painful too.
The magic was gone, and there was no cure to bring it back. He faded away from her and made her alone again.
This KeyI have this little key,
But I do not know where it goes.
The bow shows a house,
With little yellow diamonds for windows.
I have this little key,
It is very old if you ask me.
There is only one house,
There is only one that may have that shaped house.
I know this little key,
It does not belong to me.
It belongs to Eva Ghastly,
From the mansion Barkley.
I gave this little key,
To my new friend Evangeline.
It was hers, and not for me.
I liked to spy on her quite keen.
I kept this little key,
It now belongs to me.
'Keep it' said Eva,
'So you may spy on me whenever'
So I have this little key,
It is shared between Eva and me.
I come see her everyday for tea,
And talk about how I found that key!
More Human Than BotDear Jonathan,
I wasn't born this way. Not completely at least.
When I was born, I had a very weak spine. Instead of the traditional brace, I was given a more robotic attachment. 'It would grow with her' the doctors said. The robotic spine extended to the outer bone of my shoulder blades; like a spaghetti strap. It curves all the way down to the lower breast where it would curl back into the brace.
When I was seven, I cracked the lower part of my skull, so the doctors 'extended' my robotic spine to the lower base and some of my head. Then at thirteen, we had found out that my eyes could not produce tears or my mouth produce saliva. So that was added on as well, my eye piece connected to the base of my head. Which in turn, graced along the lower part of my jaw to where the mouth piece situated (a small strip in the middle of the lower lip, then the complete upper lip).
Finally, at eighteen, I had been in a terrible car accident that completely severed my left leg. My original robotic sp
No Story to Tell... YetMy name is Kari Cheyenne, and I'm famous. Well... not 'famous' like a model or an actor or an athlete. No, it's a whole hell of a lot more complicated than that. WAY more complicated.
I was a part of one of the most disputed court cases dealing with child authority transfer in the history of my county. Shame I can't remember it though.
I was only a few years old when my family home burned to the ground, taking my parents and brother. I don't remember any of them now. Somehow, I survived the blaze with a memento of the life I lost; my stuffed rabbit. Kinda like American McGee's Alice, no? Except I haven't lost my mind to a world that never existed but still did. At least, I hope I haven't... yet.
There was another person, during the time, who wanted to claim my parental rights of sorts. She was my brother's girlfriend, or so she claimed. She said that my parents had agreed with her verbally that if anything happened to them, then she would be my new legal guardian. The downside to this
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Death Battle: Travis Touchdown vs Jack Cayman
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Varrigan City, Jefferson Island
The monochromatic city of Varrigan was once more in a state of...bizarrely enough, organized chaos. This year's DeathWatch games had started off with a bang, and quite a bang it was. While it was difficult to repair from the damage caused during the last games and was a pain to look for new sponsors and organizers, but in the end, it was done. And the games were once more going and providing blood-soaked entertainment to all.
Jack Cayman stood in the middle of an empty street, leaning on a wall and smoking a freshly lit cigar. It was quite surprising to see the reigning DeathWatch champion be so relaxed...especially considering the fact that he was surrounded by an ocean of mutilated corpses, all victims of a chainsaw to
The Black Witch of Arson County"She's a witch." the town whispered behind her back. But was there any proof?
Her mother's handmaiden had reported a normal birth; nothing out of norm as far as she could tell. Her school teachers agree that she was a fairy good student; if something happened with the youth, everyone would assume it was her though even if evidence was stacked up denying it. Her doctor has decided that she comes in twice a year; once for getting sick, and once for a check up. The bank manager has told that she pays her bills in cash with whatever she can; she holds no job because no one would hire her.
Babies never see her, but it is because their parents lock them in their houses. The children adore her, and visits if they are able. Teenagers ransack her, and then apologize if she catches them. Adults fear her, and seldom let their children out. The elderly laugh as such notions toward a woman, but they still are skeptical.
There is no proof for them to say what they say. They torture a poor woman who
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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