|It's always nice to have points.. I'm actually keeping points to someday adopt a Griffsnuff character|
AlwaysRowan looked up as his mother poked her head into his room, holding an envelope in one hand. Wordlessly, she set it on his dresser before pulling her head back and closing the door behind her.Always by duchessaLaura
The young man listened intently, waiting for her footsteps to recede before taking the envelope in his hands.
His name and address was written in her chicken-scratch script, and in the top corner, was her own name and address, smudged by what looked to be drops of water.
Picking up a small sword-like letter opener - a gift from her - Rowan slicked open the letter, and a piece of parchment fell to the bed.
A sweet scent, fruity, almost like peaches, filled he air, and Rowan breathed in sharply. It was Cahlia's favorite perfume.
He gingerly picked up the letter, unfolding it.
The writing was thin, and there were places where the slanting letters were blurred, as if she had been crying.
Once you told me that it didn't seem right to say goodbye...
I thought I'd have to - I th
BloodMy hands shook as the phone rang once, twice, and a third time.Blood by duchessaLaura
Cahlia always answered her phone on the second ring. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the brick, my strength draining from my body, as if stolen by the cold against my back.
There was a click, and I immediately straightened.
My voice cracked slightly, relief radiating through it.
There was a moment, a silent heartbeat, before a horrifyingly familiar tone cut through the static.
“Cahlia can’t come to the phone right now.”
I felt my body stiffen, and I nearly choked. “Jack!”
My horror was replaced by a surge of fear for the girl I loved and of outrage towards /him/.
“If you hurt her, Jack, I swear to Good…”
I could imagine Jack, crouched over her form, lower face and jaw dripping the blood that he so obsessively consumed, eyes completely dark.
“Calm down. Your girlfriends alive.”
For a moment, I didn’t believe him. The want, the n
I'm an artist, a writer, a singer. |
I am many things, insane included.
I have my moments of biting sarcasm, though you can always count on me to listen and give advice.
I like taxidermy, and I am studying to be a zoo keeper. I am a Christian who believes that Jesus died for my sins, but that Nature has a higher meaning.
I love the outdoors.
Books are my life, and my friends mean the world to me, as do my characters and my family.
I am feline-minded, feline-hearted: I identify strongly with Snow Leopard.
Who am I, you ask?
I am simply me.
You may not like it, you may want me to change...
But I won't.
Take it or leave it, darling, what you see is what you get.
No questions asked.