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Blue SolsticeWhen the first true snow of winter came, the years lessons came to a close. Hundreds of wealthy children, and many times more of their families loyal servants loaded into ornate carriages and left. They went to see their families over the cold winter months, they would be back on the first day of spring to begin their next year of lessons at the mages academy, located on the mages guild grounds in the corrupt city of Iacet.
Many of the guild mages stayed, the seer of this guilds chapter rarely left his tower room, the brooding and bald chancellor of the academy likewise stayed. A few servants, and most of the local guild members lived in the tower year round. The masters and mistresses from the four elemental students dorms locked their doors and left to live in the city as soon as their last students had left.
Amalie was the only student to remain behind. She had no carriage waiting to take her home, and not enough money to afford a place in the city with coal to last the winter
Blue SyrupThese were the times he dreaded the most.
Wind howled against the stonework. Snow bombarded the roof, hammering on it night and day in an unending siege. He could feel the weight of millions of frozen droplets pressing down from above him.
As he sat on his chair he could hear the protest of glass and mortar as ice crept inside every crack and tried to pry the building apart. A draft sent a shiver down his spine.
He tossed another branch on the already roaring fire, he pulled his fur cloak a little tighter around him, the hood tickling his brow.
The figure absently sipped his hot cider, oblivious to the taste as he worried about one thing after another. One hand scratched at his head where it itched from his weeks of nervous scratching, it had stopped hurting days ago.
He muttered reassurances to himself, this was a mages guild filled with trained practitioners of the most ancient arts, they would not let this place fall to a mere season. Besides this academy, where potential new mages
Blue SilkAmalie wandered the school yard, avoiding any groups of students she saw. The three girls that had attacked her the day before were nowhere to be seen, Amalie circled her favourite spot, checking to make sure. The cool breeze of autumn felt good on her bruises, but she was soon chilled, her robes were in ruins and provided little warmth, she took a moment to chance into the spare students robe Master Zahid had given her. At t last Amalie settled into place and began her meditation once more, just as she had yesterday when she had heard the voice.
She sat and concentrated for hours, but she could not hear it. After a long while Amalie gave up, she had missed her chance to listen to the voice, it seemed like it had stopped. Amalie was sad, the woman had sounded in distress, and for all the abuses Amalie had endured these past few months, she was still a kind hearted girl.
She tried to listen to the voice for a while longer, but, as dinner time approached her will wavered. The voice was g
Blue TaleWhen Amalie woke from her healing sleep, her muscles were stiff, her eye was black, and numerous cuts strained her skin as she sat up.
Zahid snored in his chair, still sleeping off whatever drink he had imbibed, the clay jug empty on the floor beside him.
Amalie gingerly got out of bed and walked over to his workbench where he had been crafting an intricate little carriage out of precious metals.
It was on it's side, the lifelike coachman had fallen out, his whip snapped in half. The horses had come loose from their bridles and one door was bent on it's hinge. The little bell tinkled as Amalie set it upright.
Amalie was surprised to find that the bridles were designed to come off, and the horses legs ran on a tiny clockwork so that they could really prance as each leg was moved. The wheels spun, the bell sang, and the coachman's arm moved. Amalie peered inside to see satin couches with a tiny lantern hanging inside. The whole carriage and horses was not much longer than her arm, the ti
Blue BellAmalie lay on the ground, her cheek resting on the cold, damp dirt as her heart thundered in her veins.
She struggled to hear the voice over her own rushing blood.
Amalie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus the sounds of her body, and the world about her away.
Students laughed, and shouted, their feet stomping around her head, the teacher was muttering to himself, the wind was stirring in many directions at once causing a ruckus of leaves and creaking branches. But beneath it all was a voice, a strange voice straining, yearning to be heard.
Amalie stood up and walked purposefully to her favourite place, the teacher wouldn't care that there was still an hour left in lessons, he barely noticed her when she was there.
Amalie settled beneath her preferred tree in the yard, far from everyone else, her Blue Jay bird came to the lowest branch to watch her. It seemed to know she wanted space, and silence, it was such an intelligent little bird.
Amalie set herself in a meditation position
Blue RoutineThe days fell into an unsteady routine for young Amalie.
Amalies weekends were spent in diligent study under master smith Zahid, he gave her books to read, plans to study and plenty of hard work shoveling coals and moving red hot metal about. Amalie ended each day exhausted, burned, and yet satisfied at having done something productive and meaningful. Amalie enjoyed her weekends for the most part, mostly because the rest of her time was spent in misery.
Five days of every seven, Amalie spent utterly alone.
At first Amalie tried to make friends, she introduced herself to other girls as they gossiped about each other or spoke of boys. But they would just ignore her, she tried again and again until finally the girls would leave as one, or turn and stare her down until she left them.
The boys were no nicer, when she tried to befriend them they laughed, they called her names, and they insulted her lowborn status. Amalie learned to stop trying, and so they stopped paying attention to her. Wh
Blue NailThe smithy was an inferno.
Every kiln, pit and furnace was ablaze. Zahid, master blacksmith moved with a slow grace, he never hurried yet he seemed to be everywhere at once. Everywhere short rods of iron heated awaiting their turn on the anvil. A table filled with rough horseshoe blanks sat cooling beside the barrel that would eventually hold them all. Several ceramic pots of iron bubbled away, the sand moulds ready to receive the refined metal and form it into rods.
“Today Amalie you learn what it means to work”. He said, timing his words to the pauses in his strikes as he hammered a rod flat.
“I'm going to make horseshoes and swords?” She asked.
“Not just yet. You cannot work the metal until you have learned what the metal is.” He said as he quenched the now flattened pole in a barrel of water.
“Isn't metal metal?” She asked him as steam billowed towards the open door.
“Iron can be as brittle as glass, as dependable as the sun, ma
Blue FeatherAmalie was woken from the monsters in her nightmares by the ringing of Geralds bell. She quickly woke and dressed, making sure to tuck her red hair under her headscarf, ready for her next class. Amalie had no idea what to expect from the class, it was called channelling so she had high hopes that this class would have actual magic in it not just history lessons and breathing exercises. As usual Chancy hovered around Amalie making certain she didn't interfere with the other students, Amalie was slowly learning how to ignore her presence and her murderous glares.
Chancy pulled Amalie aside and explained to her were channelling class was, then she checked Amalies black headscarf to see if any errant strands of foul red hair were peeking out.
“After the class ends you will be expected to study in the yard until supper, I don't want you here bothering the other students and interrupting their work. Understand? Stay outside and don't make trouble or I will give you the switch.” T
Blue CaneAmalie woke to a terrible pounding on her half door. She crawled from her straw mat and fumbled in the dark to open the latch. Gerald's boot nearly collided with her face.
As soon as the door was open a wrapped bundle was thrown at her.
“Your things. Don't be late for class. And wear that headscarf to cover your shame girl.” He said before ringing his morning bell, signalling breakfast.
Amalie quickly lit her candle and opened the grey bundle. Inside was a thin book, a note with some numbers and names on it, and an old ink pen and powder. The scarf smelled of Chancy's cheap perfume. Amalie hastily donned her grey robe, wrapped her hair as best she could in the grey headscarf that had held the items and scurried out for breakfast.
Today Amalie did not mind being alone in a corner of the table, the other childrens indifference to her was forgotten, she ate her fill and did her best not to bounce from her chair with excitement. As the children filed out and the servants began
MGM Gate 1 (Part 11)
Being a reporter, a lot of cops knew Mary Fertile. She was in and out of the police station, either in trouble or, reporting or getting news about something her company wanted to broadcast.
At hearing the helicopter approaching from the sky, Hanz as well as the others started to peer down the hall at the front lot. They saw the fire and sulfur shimmering upon the posted flares guiding the helicopter down to their destined area. The helicopters main rotor was blowing debris up like a gloomy cloud, the smoke was even rolling into the interior of the zoo. The only thing they could see at this point was paramedics brisk walking across this, polluted somber sunset'ish scene, that seemed to vibe its own genre of horror and depression.
"I want to know who's in charge here!" declared Officer Haast.
"I am," Lucas answered.
"Okay, good, answer the first... question," Haast told him intimidatingly.
"Where is this animal?"
"It was a lion, about three years old. Somebody must have taken
6 girls/ 5 worlds: Partie 3: les deux boulets-du coter de Feuille-
Feuille: bon maintenant il faut que je trouve le cerveau....*appel Tweanie sur son téléphone*
hey Tweanie! C'est dans quel salle le cerveau déjà?
Tweanie: bah on voit que t'y a jouer au jeu --' bref, le cerveau est dans le casier du prof pédophile et le casier se trouve dans la salle où on rencontre Ayaka, la fangirl du pédo...et
Feuille: ok merci à plus! *coupe le téléphone*
-du coter de Tweanie-
Tweanie: mais j'avais pas fini t'as pas la clé enfoirée!!! en plus, c'est pas tout de suite faut d'abord libéré le gros moche qui est coincer dans un casier...bon, je vais aller chercher cette tête moi, ah ouai mais je dois être pleine de sang pour que ça marche...putain j'ai besoin de kiara! pourquoi on s'est séparé en faite? ...
-du coter de feuille-
Feuille: *entre dans la salle* alors! ce casier...
Ayaka: hey Feuille tu arrive au bon moment!
Cat Взгляд напротив.
На часах уже полночь. Унялись привычные звуки городского быта: не гудит кран, замолкли многочисленные соседские дети. Ночник заливае
Running Out of Time Chapter 8
Aline sighed as Dean drove the Impala over to the Morton House. It had been a few weeks since Sam found out about her deal and the fact that she was a half-demon (he figured it out on his own a week later when she attempted to perform an exorcism).
Grand Funk's “We're an American Band” was playing on the radio.
She looked out the window staring at nothing in particular before spotting a light from a flashlight that looked to be aimed at the chain link fence in front of the house. “Hey, I think I see someone!” she stated, pointing at the fence.
Sam pulled out a flashlight of his own as Dean slowed the car to a crawl. He aimed the light at the fence. Aline stuck her head out the open window and looked around, making sure to look at the fence. The light had disappeared.
“Weird,” she muttered as they drove out of sight of the fence. “I coulda swore I saw someone.”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kind
The Curse of the Diaper pt.13The Curse of the Diaper pt.13
The three babies awoke groggily in the hot-pink nursery. Toys that had been thrown about and played with lay sprawled and dead across the room. It seemed the only thing that was alive in the room was a figure standing at the front of the room. Her cute, curly blonde hair ran just past her shoulders and "Rosie" was now sporting a rather tight tube top to show off her marvellous assets, and a pair of stunning shorts. Her makeup was done flawlessly, complementing her eyes, mouth and complexion to the extremes. It was a shame her perfume was drowned out by the smell of overused diapers. But nothing could get her down. Today was the day.
The three: Lucy, Mai and Josephine, limply turned their heads from their large cots to see Rosie.
'Once we've conducted a little diapey change, I have something to show you.'
Rosie waved her hands and a grand door appeared behind her. A twisted, golden vine patterned its way about
6 girls/ 5 worlds: Partie 2: c'est deja la bordelZombarlex: Onigawa-qui? .w.
Evaly: c'est le *fait des guillemet avec ses doigts* "président du conseil des élèves" dans Misao
Feuille: *commence à rire* ahahahah c'est con! XD
Les autres filles: ? .w.
Feuille: *continue de rire* c'est fou! on fait toute le même rêve ! xD
Kiara: je suis pas vraiment sûr que ce soit un rêve...
Feuille: hein? .w.
Evaly: c'est vrai que c'est vachement réaliste...
Tweanie: *touche l'épaule d'Onigawara* je comfirme, ce type est réel -w-
Helyria: donc je récapitule...on était entrée par effraction dans une école, on a ouvert un putain de livre hanté et maintenant on est dans un Rpg d'horreur japonnais ?! O_o
Zombarlex: mais ça n'a pas de sens ! *regarde Kiara* mignonne ta petite jupette on dirait un uniforme comme dans les animés ...
Kiara: merci mais je porte pas de....*regarde ses vêtement* AAAAAH!!!
Evaly: *regarde toute les filles* o-on a les uniformes de l'
Running Out of Time Chapter 7Two Months Left
Aline was alone with Sam two days after her last nightmare in their motel room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Aline was looking in books while listening to music, one headphone hanging loosely just in case the youngest Winchester found something. Dean, on the other hand, was interrogating the witnesses, friends, and relatives of the victims.
“Aline,” she heard Sam state, causing the brunette to pause her music and look up from the book.
“Yeah?” she answered. “You found something, Sammy?”
He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What do you want, then?” she sighed as she closed the book, keeping her finger where she she had stopped reading. “I just want to find out what's causing this and get this case over with.”
Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “It's about when you went driving. And your nightmares.”
Aline froze and looked away from him. S
PitchThe woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
May 23, 2007
I rarely feel emotion.
It’s funny how that simpleton downtown refused to come to an adventure; he’d usually mix up his words when invited because he’d get more excited than the host. That cheerful beggar never really understood the things that lie ahead of his acts. But that time he made me feel annoyed, like orange and pink (they don’t mix well now, do they?). It’s as if coming with me was a bad idea. Nevertheless, I didn’t push after the first invitation. I guess I’m pretty straightforward to talk with. So I just shrugged him off and continued on my way,convincing myself that I could just bring something, or someone else.
That was the first and only time I ever thought of bringing another with me to the woods since I’m always comfortable going there alone. Maybe because I felt lonely.
One NightAs I lie in bed, the nightlight casting long shadows across the walls, I can't help being scared.
I hear a fierce prairie storm approaching, thundering hooves upon the warm spring air. Then the rain starts. Huge battering rams against the windows; echoing with each pounding strike.
Streaks of lightning burn across the sky incinerating the air above our house, their light blinding me through tightly closed lids.
Serpents and spiders leap at me from the momentary blackness after each bolt of lightning before my vision returns. Branches sway in the howling, snarling wind, crashing against the house; relentlessly, unceasingly they hammer away at the siding, frail protection from what lurks outside.
But it isn't the demonic storm outside, Mother Nature's raw fury, no; it is what lurks in the dark inside that I fear most.
The closet door creaks open with each gust of raging wind, the power dims and the nightlight flickers, then winks out. Suddenly all is dark, the silence is deafening as flo
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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