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Shattered Hearts: Part X
By Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Of Subconscious Memories and Swift Messages
Everything was black. He stood there, barely able to see even at arm's length. Not a single sound permeated the deafening silence; he wanted to speak, but somehow, he didn't want to interrupt that haunting solitude...he stayed rooted to the spot, half-waiting for something to happen, to jerk him out of this dark void...
"Take the sword, Alex."
The voice came out of the blue, breaking the reticence and echoing throughout the queer dark place. It was a very familiar voice, one he had always known for as long as he could remember...
"Hold it...like this..."
He blinked, and before him appeared a broadsword with a gilded, jeweled hilt. It was bright, glowing, and for a few moments Alex blinked the spots of light out of his eyes, rubbing them and letting them adjust till he could focus normally on the sword that had just appeared out of nowhere. Like the voice, the weapo
For Cara: That GirlShe saw them last night on the bay.
They had been walking together, fingers entwined, laughing, smiling, pointing up at the round ivory moon and its entourage of tiny twinkling stars. They were talking, but she had been too far off to hear them clearly, or for them to see her.
The blond, yellow Usul, clad in an off-white shirt, red vest and long, light brown breeches had been plodding along the beach in brown boots, hands in pockets. He had adjusted the red band he wore around his head as a cool sea breeze blew past and toyed with his long hair. But of course, he wasn't alone.
She had watched the yellow Cybunny more closely - she was also a blonde, but her hair was of a much darker shade. Her black tunic rivaled the black of the night sky, and was bordered with gold and silver threads that faintly glimmered from a distance. Underneath it she wore a long-sleeved, lacy white blouse. Her hair was a lot freer than her companion's, but she didn't mind the wind's attention at all. Instead, s
Shattered ChristmasShattered Christmas
Of Father-Son Relationships and Pink Gift Boxes
Based on Shattered Hearts by Cruzerchic123 and PurpleDameKat
Hope you like your gift. Merry Christmas.
It had taken him an entire hour combing through all the decent jewelry stalls at the nearest marketplace beside Meri Acres Farm, and despite the mingling smells of strange perfumes, unripe, ripe or overripe fruit and vegetables, different aromas of food, and unmentionables, he had found the perfect gift for his friend, a beautiful Aisha dancer from The Dazzling, a traveling troupe of gypsies.
It was a gem amongst stones, a flower amongst dried grass...
And it was so hard to find something pretty for someone as pretty as Kakirusha Monroe.
After writing on the square, pale pink card, he glanced again at the message he wrote. It was concise - a little too concise, the white Eyrie admitted to himself with a sigh. But fancy, flowery language just wasn'
For Gav: You ThinkYeah, of course you do. You think, therefore you are. Haha. XD
Merry Christmas, and may Greenpeace recruit you for its marine mammal-saving force.
You think I hate your guts
And I love bossing you around
You think I'd like to see
Your face smashed into the ground
You think that in my spare time
I think of many ways to prank you
Well, I think you've gone crazy...
On second thought, sometimes I do.
You think I simply take pleasure
In seeing you suffer and whine
Or whenever you get in trouble
For putting a toe out of line.
But you want to know what I think?
I think that there's much more to that.
Maybe you'll just stare at me after this
And ask over and over, "What?"
Because I've been really blessed
With a great friend like you
This time, I'm not putting you on
I swear by my heart it's true.
When I feel really down and lost
Wading through my broken dreams
You shine the light onto my path
Making anything dark gleam.
Sometimes I just want to rant
And tear the world to shreds
Daughter of the Sword: Part 17Daughter of the Sword: Chapter 17
By: Kat, the dame of purple XD
Thaline sat up, gasping for air. She looked down and saw that she was in an infirmary tunic instead of her gown, which she found out was hung neatly on a nearby chair. She was neatly tucked into a bed at the infirmary, which was three-quarters full instead of lying on the floor after a faint.
The page had a horrible dream, where she met her father's old flame, found out that she was Chardis's adoptive mother, and could only watch as Chardis disappeared into the darkness, which ended up consuming Thaline. Unfortunately, it was quite close to what she had experienced last night.
Squinting out the window just beside her bed, she could see that it was morning - probably late morning, from the way it looked. She nearly jumped when a shadow was cast over her and blocked the sunlight.
"Ah, good, you're awake."
A red Techo with a lopsided golden winged circlet was beside her bed, and he looked as though he'd seen much bett
For Lin: Chat Room Take 2Oh, for the love of anime sweatdrop smileys, here you go, and happy birthday, Lin. It's the thought that counts. XD
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BladedBlueGen: I was supposed to be in my pyjamas, ready to blow out that stupid little candle and finally go to bed after everyone's favorite captain and my favorite little right-hand man gave me a good walloping in our last mock duel. In fact, I can still feel that sore spot on my back where he dumped me on the floor and made all the ladies-in-waiting sigh and swoon at how freaking macho and strong and awesome he is. Apparently my back's not the only sore spot now...even my ego's smartin' like heck.
But noooooo, you just HAD to invite me. And you know I can't turn down invites from my dearest lil' sis.
Lady_Lioness: Younger sibs have power that older sibs can never hope to have in their entire lives, Jeran. An
My FaultMy Fault
Rated: PG for slight language and (attempted) suicide
"He was mugged. By three heavily armed men. Around five minutes after eight in the evening."
"They took his cell phone, his wallet, and his schoolbag. They would've taken his life too if it weren't for the security guards hearing the brawl. He got everything back, too, and they're finally behind bars."
"What's his name again?"
"Oh, he goes to that state university down the road...Sandstone College...
"Adrian Northwood. Third year. B.S. Psychology course, isn't it? Bachelor of Science?"
"He was badly wounded...he broke his left arm, sprained his left ankle, and he was covered in bruises and cuts, including one particularly nasty stab wound in the right arm. Would've been killed instantly if it weren't for those security guards alerting the police on duty nearby."
"Who was with him?"
"Wait, it's Lily! She got my text message! Lily! Adrian - "
* * *
"Will he be all right?"
Daughter of the Sword: Part 16
Daughter of the Sword: Chapter 16
By: She-who-procrastinates-like-whoa like KAT
The Terraflare residence was unusually quiet that evening, probably because Rohane and Talinia had gone to the castle for the annual Discovery of Meridell party, and of course, Thaline was already in the castle for her knight training, and she was already allowed to participate. Now it was only eleven-year-old Alexandrion and nine-year-old Suzana who remained, lounging about in the living room under the watchful eye of their aunt, Arlene Darkfire.
"I'm booooooored," whined Suze, who was perched on the couch. Every now and then there was a flash of green light as the green Blumaroo transformed into whatever came into her mind. Alex nearly screamed in fright as he saw Jeran sitting beside him in a blue robe with turquoise-bordered sleeves and hem over a green dress and slippers in a violent shade of magenta, with pink diamonds dangling from his ears and a silver hoop on his tail.
"Quit shapeshifting li
...Meridell Chat Room?NOTES: This is in no way connected to DotS or any other story. I just wrote this for the heck of it.
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SunsetKnightess: If you want Chardis's screenname, I don't even know if she's allowed to chat with us.
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hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
My love, my desireMy love,
the reason that I thrive.
mean nothing when you are by my side.
is turned upside down and grows still.
their rhythm flowing into one.
the reason that I live.
everything I do is for you.
My heart's pride and joy,
my soul's very core,
it is you only I adore.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
You Don't KnowYou Don't Know
You don't know why this girl smiles
When she catches your eye
You don't know why her heart beats
When you return the grin
You don't know why she trembles
When you draw close to her
You don't know why she giggles
Or knots her hands together
Like some nervous waif
When you're around
You don't know why that girl stutters
When she speaks to you
You don't know why she suddenly lights up
When she sees you around
You don't know why her heart leaps faster
When you stop for some conversation
You don't know why she is smiling
And always happy to find you, even
When you simply stand there
Like some superstar in her dreams
You don't know why.
You don't know.
I'm in love with you.
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