Dust to Dust-Chapter 1It all started with a phone call, something so simple, not even I, the reigning cynic, could've predicted what would happen. Okay, maybe I could've. But it would've been a long shot, a stretch of the imagination, even in a world like ours. Either way, it happened, and so fast it blurred. Hi, I'm Nyx. I'm part of a gang. And this is my story, or, at least, part of it.Dust to Dust-Chapter 1
I was the third to wake up. I almost always was. Aida always woke up first, religiously. Most of the time, Deac was next to get up, but every now and then I would beat him to it. By the time I got up, coffee was already made, although God only knows how that radioact
Melting IceThe hand wrapped around her own was cold despite the warmth of the Japanese summer. The cherry trees surrounding them had long since lost their flowers, the green leaves providing shade as they strolled through the park. Satsuki batted at the strands of hair that had escaped her twist, black floating on a breeze scented with wisteria. Kenta lifted his own hand, cool metal over wires and gears, catching black thread that glimmered blue. His eyes, an empty gray-blue, watched the play of light and wind on her hair. She gave a scowl, just shy of a pout, batting his hand away as she reclipped her hair. Darn him and his puppy eyes, keeping her fromMelting Ice
Liberty Brown: Book 1 Chap. 1I hated my job. Hated it. Or, at least, I did right now. Most of the time, I loved it, but it was times like this that made me consider early retirement. Crouched behind a garbage can in a dark alley, getting covered in rain and who-the-hell-knows-what, ruining what was my favorite pair of boots. If it weren’t for the hefty paycheck I was getting, I would’ve told the client just where he could stick his proposition. Or I would’ve if I wanted to ruin my reputation as a professional investigator and part-time bodyguard. The back door creaked open to reveal a trio of obviously-drunken men. Two of them were big, bulky muscle-buildeLiberty Brown: Book 1 Chap. 1
GondolasThe sun broke over the tops of buildings, all timeless in style, from another era. The children raced around the courtyard, splashing in the ornate stone fountain decorated in gold and red tiles, their parents seated nearby on wood benches. Even Giuseppe, months away from entering his teens, was running around with the children, swinging Teresa in a circle. Teresa, cursed with clumsiness, tumbled off her unsteady feet to the ground. Almost instantly the little pink-haired girl began to cry, even as Giuseppe tried to calm her, a panicked look on his face. If anyone could manipulate the boy, it was his younger sister. Sela, just turned four butGondolas
| Hello, people, i am chelsea.although u would be surprised how few people really use my name. it is so common that at school, i no longer respond to it and i have almost too dang many to list. i am among a group of weird people although i am NEVER bored.(Just on crack) Shut up, Sela! Anyway, i am an author if all my deviations haven't established that and we were just graced with Sela's wonderful-cough, cough-presence.(What does THAT mean?) Nothing at all. (She means u're annoying Sela) Subtle Cadynce, really. anyway, i am undersized and larger than life. an oxymoron, non? |
Merry Christmas!
Joy
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I badly believe that everything that exist, everything that has done and have to come, has an aim. Everything is Inevitable. Even our own dreams are inevitable thoughts. Thinking like this, to breathe is a little bit easy and meaningful.
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I badly believe that everything that exist, everything that has done and have to come, has an aim. Everything is Inevitable. Even our own dreams are inevitable thoughts. Thinking like this, to breathe is a little bit easy and meaningful.
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只要笑一笑，没什麽大不了~
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t3h lunatik!
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Embrace your dreams. If you want to be a hero, you need to have dreams... and, whatever happens; protect your honor...
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Death: Nature's way of saying, "You're Fired!!"
Suicide: Man's way of telling Nature, "You can't fire me!! I quit!!"
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=°w°= Al is watchin' j00... And eatin' ur braincellz...
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Never knock on Death's door. Ring the doorbell and run away; Death hates that
What is funny, is that Aisaka is tiny, and wonderfully evil. Just like you!!
And sometime tomorrow, I'll give you a call and you can skitter over here to do flower stuff. And so you can meet Seraphim.
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Death: Nature's way of saying, "You're Fired!!"
Suicide: Man's way of telling Nature, "You can't fire me!! I quit!!"
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=°w°= Al is watchin' j00... And eatin' ur braincellz...
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