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srazar:

srazar:

L E T’ S   N O T   U N D E R E S T I M A T E   M I S S   W H I T E

Bang!

The man hit the floor with a sickening sound. He was gasping for air as he clutched his chest where his heart was.

‘Wh- Who… are you?’ he asked, pale with fear.

Linda smiled sweetly as she crouched down next to his head, tucking her dress underneath her knees. She pulled out a small mirror and fixed the smeared lipstick on her face.

She looked at him again and shot him.

‘Let just say… I’m your worst nightmare dressed like a daydream.’

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srazar:

srazar:

S L E E P I N G   D E A T H

Maleficent threw another powerful bolt of silver lightning. The force made Aurora hit the cold cobblestone wall behind her with a weak groan of pain. A high pitched cackle filled the air. It was full of no remorse, no guilt, no happiness. 

‘Oh, foolish girl! You think you’ll beat me? What do you think of this?’ Maleficent hit her with a bolt of red fire.

Aurora spat out a tooth and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. She snarled.

‘Go. To. Hell.’

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Some angst for reasons from MW

srazar:

srazar:

‘Perhaps… Perhaps if I give myself up—’

‘Don’t you dare,’ he said firmly, even though tears spilled from his eyes. ‘You’re important, to me, to Barbra, to… to everyone!’

‘I know my worth… I know I’m important… But from all those many people, there are many important, too. One life should not waste all of those other’s who are important…’

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alessia-writes-stuff:

NaNo Excerpts Day 6

I anger Sloth with not-fluff

*Nano excerpts are entirely unedited*

Word count: 247

“I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.” Alex swayed against Everett hard enough to make him lose a step

“Oh shut up.”

“You won!”

“I did.” His face turned a bit more pink. “But I mean there weren’t that many entries so-” A hand snatched the back of his collar, this time fully taking his balance. The force sent him crashing against the other, left him no choice but to grab on to his shirt to keep from falling. “Are you trying to kill me?” Everett shouted, trying to ignore the burning of his face in the freezing cold.

“Why are you trying to ruin a perfectly good accomplishment?” Alex raised an eyebrow. Close. There was not nearly enough room between them as there should be and Everett, Everett’s hands were still cawing onto his friend’s shirt.

“I- Uh.” He scrambled to move away, to put some distance between them, but Alex held him there, waiting for an answer. Everett’s eyes went everywhere but his friends face. Alex’s, though, burned a hole right through him, watched from there still far too close proximity. He had to realize how awkward this was, right right? Except, how would he know? It’s not like Alex saw him that way, he probably didn’t even consider…

But then he was pushed back, freed from his hold. “Just, stop putting down everything you do for once, yeah?”

Oddly, Alex wouldn’t look at him when he said it.

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It was the first day of school, a day which I had awaited for so long. Morbid curiosity inspired me to get there early, so I could meet each child as they entered the classroom. No, I’m not a sociable extrovert. But I am fascinated with mortality, and my vision allows me to sense the aura of death, which always makes for interesting interactions with others. For a kid my age, most of the children I meet glow a vibrant green, with years to come ahead of them. Occasionally I’ll see somebody tinted with yellow, hinting an early death of natural causes. But it’s very rarely that I’ll see a red, a beautiful, deep, blood-red … a violent murder or suicide. And that’s the most interesting, in my opinion.

As my new classmates began to arrive, I picked out three crimson shadows out of the four students. An unusually high rate. “Is high school really that bad?” I thought to myself, smirking at them. But as more and more reds spilled into the classroom, I began to grow concerned. All of these young teenagers, about to die a spectacular death? “Suicide rates are the highest among high school and college students” I reasoned with myself, still slightly unsettled. But as the last few kids sprinkled in, their auras slowly deepening with the passage of time, I was more disturbed. That’s when I caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window. Now overcome with fear, I attempted to grab my backpack and make a run with it, but just as I was about to exit my seat, the door handle turned once again.

And in walked the teacher, grinning and glowing a sickly green.

[tagging @cheshireinunderland for some reason]

Is that reason because I like creepy stuff?

Ethereal

ruins-of-gold:

ruins-of-gold:

@katabasiss you asked for this, bud. (thanks for helping me understand what half of this meant lmao)

Prompt:

kinda wanna write a book about someone who slowly falls in love with a old, god. Slipping into the forest at night for kisses that drip off the skin like liquid gold. Some ethereal beast, some celestial wraith, pressing dead hymnals into tissue-paper skin like there’s no better offering – not gold, not blood, not myrrh – than the sacrifice of your worshipful love. Your quiet love which you tuck into the pages of your favourite book, nestled next to the fading bookmark. Your quiet love which brings this time-touch Un-thing to pause. Brings peace to the cosmos themselves

Thanks @the-real-rg!!!

Long post ahead, put on your seat-belts, y’all are in for a ride.

Also all the characters (and some of the ideas) in this are made up by my monstrous imagination 😀

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So I’m writing a “short” story about a mortal and immortal and

ruins-of-gold:

this is how it’s going:

Maybe it was the way the moon shone when they met. Perhaps it was the thrill of doing something you were not supposed to. She did not know, but she knew that she loved it. Every moment. When they would meet under the canopy of dark trees that reached the sky like a shadow of a horrible beast, when the moon and stars would shine brighter than ever when their lips met, in kisses gentle and warm, like being dipped in a pool of gold. Like a beautifully wistful dream many thought of to be a nightmare.

It was too late for Eiddwen to say that she wasn’t in love. It happened long ago; just when their eyes met.

It was likely that a young girl walking into the forest late during the night was dangerous, but she cared not for danger, her heart was alight with desire for adventure, for excitement, for love. She knew it was impossible to find love in such little time, but knowing did not decide what you were to do if you had a free spirit and a strong will. The villagers did not call her ‘wild’ for no reason. It was the desire that made her her. It was the desire that led to adventures; desire that led to trouble; desire that led to love.

@katabasiss thank you (and also not) for inspiring this and helping me find the prompt.

Sort of spoiler from SD but with no context.

ruins-of-gold:

‘If you are to kill me,’ he began, ‘kill me softly.’

Her stare hardened, hands clutching the ivory sword until her knuckles turned white. He looks into her eyes and realizes the chances of that happening are slim.

‘Please…’

Something in her eyes flickered. Something that made them soften, and suddenly she sucked in a deep breath. 

A single tear ran down her cheek, and he thought she would agree to his final wish. She dropped the sword and a loud clang echoed in the cold marble ball room; it was much different than the sounds of terror and screams coming from outside. The sounds were somewhat distant, but that did not matter. They were still there.

A loud and horrible sound of skin ripping came from the place where his heart was. A drop of crimson fell on the white marble floor. His heart had been ripped out.

‘Why don’t you say that to my father, you coward?’

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