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A Memory of IvoryLong, graceful fingers nimbly released her chocolate locks from her loose bun. Her hair unraveled down her back in soft curls as the pins that had held her tresses captive dropped to the floor. Her skin glowed with the same purity as fresh snow. Her eyes shone hazel, two orbs of forgiveness, encased in soft, feather like eyelashes. Her vibrant red lips contrasted intensely against her ivory skin, looking like plump, ripe fruit, tempting to be tasted.A Memory of Ivory by ~SkyBlueTattoo
Everything about her was soft, and kind. Her neck was long, and it swooped down elegantly to meet her shoulders and chest with an unearthly grace. Her arms were comforting, and her hands tenderl
Esrydil - Chapter One: AmaraTheir voices scream inside my skull, echoing through my mind, groaning and begging. I fall to the ground, sucking in mouthfuls of dirt with my gasping breath. Their screeches hurt me. I can hear their pleas. My fingernails dig into my skull as they beg for freedom, an escape from the torment of this place, but there's nothing I can do, except chant, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," letting the empty words echo through the silence. They're all begging me for an escape, but I can't help them. I can only save one life this night, one small voice among this multitude of suffering children. It's one or nothing, and I've made my choice.Esrydil - Chapter One: Amara by ~kschneider
Not that my heart i
The Cat From Nowhere: wipIt was winter outside, Chistmas Eve falling snow gently to the soft ground.The Cat From Nowhere: wip by ~Sasukesadork
The bartender wore an old faded santa hat, but the spirit was lost in the cold eyes of apostles and saints staring down upon the people inhabiting the small place. The bar had once been a church; the pews were gone, as well as the steeple, but the stained glass still towered above, holy figures staring down from a higher place. A few pieces of a whole man sat solemnly on a raised platform where a priest may once have preached, riding an old opaque bass threw some minor piece that never seemed to end.
The bartender looked up from the glass he was polishing, his old
The TamingThe TamingThe Taming by ~lunastar
By Laura Barton
A paw lifted up, but quickly fell back into its own print in the ground's dust. Instead of pushing the animal forward, the large paws and legs held the young she-creature firmly in place. Fear bristled fur, hackles raising high over a tense form whose golden eyes watched the other tentatively.
Folded ears lay flat on a lowered head that looked one way, then the other. The ways were clear, wide open and inviting. She could clearly see the tree line, a place of towering safety, what would normally only be a short lope away. Yet, in that moment, it seemed to be getting farther and farther away e
Not Perfect"It's not perfect, but it's mine."- Tim Minchin, Not PerfectNot Perfect by ~chislarina
The dusty old piano is still looking strong, still standing even though it is topped heavily with books and boxes. I know that I could never be able to stand so proud without the weights, let alone with them. This piano, my piano, is a hero to me just for being around.
For days it has been open constantly, with a small pile of sheet music on the stand, ready to get played. And I do play that music- every time I pass by it.
Every piece I play remains embedded in my fingers, it is them that make it so easy to remember music I played once before and then did not play for years. But
EmotionEmotion by ~Luna-Stella
My name is Joy. I have no "age" or substance as humans do, for the people of my domain find it best not to disturb one another with appearance. However, I don't mind, I can see the others just fine. Human terms are to simple and primitive to describe it, but somehow, all of us here can sense each other in ways not even the best scientists could ponder.
I'm headed for a meeting with the others, or, rather, a Confliction. It's what we are called upon at random intervals at a specific sun placement. There's a human word for it, but I'm no expert in humans, to tell you straight. Still, none of that bothers me. I walk around with a… What is
Ch.1 ScatteredJune 1st 1955 USS MidwayCh.1 Scattered by !DarkProxy
"It's about damned time the Navy did its job." Nathan said looking at the map of the ocean around England.
"Why don't you show some respect the Spanish had three hundred and fifty submarines? How the hell do you think they held the blockade so damn long?" Manuel said slamming his helmet on the table.
"Alright people shut your mouths and listen up I don't give a god's damned about your opinions of anything we're doing here." Sergeant Henderson said to the squad of army rangers.
"You got to be kidding me were being lead into a fight by a damned jig a boo!" Mitch said to Nathan in a low tone.
"Is there a proble
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