Wings.
Bloody feathers.
Broken little angel
Cast down from heaven,
You've forgotten how to fly.
Yearning to return to the light
But unable to pick yourself up again,
You wander the earth alone, little lost angel.
Your once bright wings trail behind you, twisted and dull.
All is not lost, though it seems bleak.
Heal and learn to live once more.
You can still sing without wings.
You need not give in
To darkness and despair.
Time heals all,
Even broken
Wings.
Ed was a bologna sandwich that was left in a dorm fridge for entirely too long.
As far as the standard fridge timeline was concerned, too long was when a food changed colors and began to rot in the back. Entirely too long was when the food in question turned several different colors, began to rot, ceased to rot, and began evolving. Way entirely too long was when the food began forming its own complex social structure and unique form of government, but that's another story all together.
One night, the owner of Ed's home did not close the door to the refrigerator all of the way, and the heavy door swung open while he was asleep. Ed, who by no
Save the Best for Last by SteveTheWaffle, literature
Literature
Save the Best for Last
Blood shone darkly on the leather couch, staining the once beige carpet around the body, the clothes.
Clyde was dead. He was laying in his own blood in the living room and it reeked of death and waste, and there was a glass fallen on the floor beside him and-
"I saved you for last, Karen."
She turned to face the speaker, heart racing.
Sophia smiled weakly, pushed her hair behind an ear with one blood-smeared hand. Her lavender blouse was stained, cotton sticking wetly to her skin.
"I-I'm calling the cops."
"They won't get here in time."
Karen glanced down and saw the knife in Sophia's hand. She watched her friend warily, ready
"Anna."
Hair on the back of my neck stands on end, stiff gait as I hurry away. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it! Don't answer, don't acknowledge that you even heard it.
My mind races slowly. I can't think. Thoughts are happening, but I can't reach them.
"Anna."
I freeze, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Oh God, not again. Oh God, not again! Oh God-
Red and brown and rust, the colors of dried blood and so much raw meat. It has no hair, no clothes, I doubt even skin! It grins ghoulishly. It may be shaped like a man, but there's no way that thing was ever human. Is it some sort of ghoul, then? It can't be real, can't be more than jus
Wings.
Bloody feathers.
Broken little angel
Cast down from heaven,
You've forgotten how to fly.
Yearning to return to the light
But unable to pick yourself up again,
You wander the earth alone, little lost angel.
Your once bright wings trail behind you, twisted and dull.
All is not lost, though it seems bleak.
Heal and learn to live once more.
You can still sing without wings.
You need not give in
To darkness and despair.
Time heals all,
Even broken
Wings.
Ed was a bologna sandwich that was left in a dorm fridge for entirely too long.
As far as the standard fridge timeline was concerned, too long was when a food changed colors and began to rot in the back. Entirely too long was when the food in question turned several different colors, began to rot, ceased to rot, and began evolving. Way entirely too long was when the food began forming its own complex social structure and unique form of government, but that's another story all together.
One night, the owner of Ed's home did not close the door to the refrigerator all of the way, and the heavy door swung open while he was asleep. Ed, who by no
Save the Best for Last by SteveTheWaffle, literature
Literature
Save the Best for Last
Blood shone darkly on the leather couch, staining the once beige carpet around the body, the clothes.
Clyde was dead. He was laying in his own blood in the living room and it reeked of death and waste, and there was a glass fallen on the floor beside him and-
"I saved you for last, Karen."
She turned to face the speaker, heart racing.
Sophia smiled weakly, pushed her hair behind an ear with one blood-smeared hand. Her lavender blouse was stained, cotton sticking wetly to her skin.
"I-I'm calling the cops."
"They won't get here in time."
Karen glanced down and saw the knife in Sophia's hand. She watched her friend warily, ready
"Anna."
Hair on the back of my neck stands on end, stiff gait as I hurry away. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it! Don't answer, don't acknowledge that you even heard it.
My mind races slowly. I can't think. Thoughts are happening, but I can't reach them.
"Anna."
I freeze, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Oh God, not again. Oh God, not again! Oh God-
Red and brown and rust, the colors of dried blood and so much raw meat. It has no hair, no clothes, I doubt even skin! It grins ghoulishly. It may be shaped like a man, but there's no way that thing was ever human. Is it some sort of ghoul, then? It can't be real, can't be more than jus
Current Residence: Somewhere Shell of choice: Shelly dearest, duh! Wallpaper of choice: The kind that stays on the wall =/ Skin of choice: Mine! It burns, but it's miiiine, my preciousssss! >.0 Favourite cartoon character: Gir! Personal Quote: Pretend you know what you're doing, maybe it'll work.
I decided to start a tumblr to post a story on. I'm trying to get audience participation and have people suggest what should happen next. Maybe this will go somewhere, maybe it won't.
I might post the story on here later.
Anyways, my tumblr is http://ghotiandchips.tumblr.com Go check it out if you're interested.
Anywho, added because ~AmdVinci (https://www.deviantart.com/amdvinci) asked, here's more.
Gabriel (no last name at the moment)
1. Gabriel is a vampire.
2. He has telepathy and can speak to people in their minds or read their minds.
3. Gabe is a fashion designer. Yep, he has great fashion sense.
4. He is the only one who calls Christopher by his full name instead of Chris.
5. He may be a bit of a hypocrite at times, but he really cares about Chris in his own way. It just doesn't make sense when he yells at Chris for letting vampires bite him and then he bites Chris -.-;
6. Chris's daughter, Marie? Yeah, Gabriel absolutely adores her.
7. Gabriel is able t
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1. Post 10 facts about your character
2. Tag 10 other characters.
3. Post their names with the creator avatars.
4. No tag back
Well, Grasshopper wants me to do my character Lee. At least I'm pretty sure it's Lee, as I think that's the only one I've talked about recently who changes genders xp
1. Lee is a "changeling", a hybrid between a human and a race of shapeshifters that call themselves the "kin".
2. Lee was created by me writing something at 1AM or something crazy like that and looking back at it after some sleep and wondering what was going on.
3. Lee is a shapeshifter going through an identity