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Camp Avalon: Prologue"Come on Kat, we don't want to be late."
That would be my friend, Natalie, or as I tend to call her Nat. The rest of our friends know us as the "at" girls. "Yo where are the "Ats" at?" or " "Ats" get over here!", we'd here it whenever we were together. She was running ahead of me down the corridor. Her long blond braids swaying as she ran, the beads on the ends clinking together. I just walked along at an even pace, I wasn't going to be late, my appointment wasn't for another ten minutes. So just where were the two of us headed off to? To a job interview. Well I was, Nat basically had the job in the bag since she worked there last summer, and therefore apparently according to Nat so did I. I had a job for the last 2 summers at a little video store, but at some point in the last three months the guy that owned it passed away and then the store closed. Nat had the bright idea that I should get a job with her.
I walked into the small office just as Nat was sh
A Chance At Love: Chapter 10There was a bright light that I couldn't turn away from, and wild flowers, a lovely fregrence of fresh jasmine, daises, roses, and… and an overlaying scent of leather and spices. Christien's sent. I smiles at the recognition of the memory, and then I frowned. Great now I'm dreaming about him too, that's just what I needed.
I tried to role over but my limbs felt heavy. I felt around and didn't really feel anything. Was I dead? Did something happen? I couldn't feel the sheets around me, but then as I moved my head my nose brushed against my arm and I felt fabric. I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids and look at my arm in front of my face. It took me a second to recognize what it was, my arm was wrapped I gose. It took me a second and then I moaned, I remembered why there was gose on my arms, and why I felt so dizzy. I might have well have been dead.
The long day of tests after test, and when I thought that it was over, th
A Chance At Love: Chapter 9"I'll see your five dollars and raise you another five." Allen said dropping some chips in the center of the table onto the pile.
"I'm out." Matt said tossing his cards down on the table. "Personally I think your bluffing." He said leaning back in his chair.
"Same here" said Vachon "I call."
Allen showed his hand face up for everyone to see. Three eights and a pair of fours.
"Damn he wasn't bluffing all I have is a pair of threes." He said holding out his cards. "How about you Chris?"
I slowly spread my cards out on the table in front of me, and as I did their eyes grew wide. I had a hearts royal flush.
"Damn it that's the fifth time you've won tonight" Matt said staring dumbfounded at my cards as I pick up my winnings.
"Must mean only one thing." Vachon said looking at me. "You'
Long AgoThrough out the days of the past few years, the hardships that my Aunt Vivian and I have endured have increased. For you see we practice the old ways. The ways of the Fay. For you see we are priestess, healers, knowledge seekers, and leader. Or rather my people once were. We spend a lot of our time gathering herbs during the summer. For during the winter is when we spend a lot of time heal the sick of the villages around us.
We treat mainly those of the villagers and farmers on the outskirts of the villages. We don't tend to those of the higher archy of the villages because they don't believe that we do well. They think that since we're not Christian, we're evil sorceresses who plan on cursing their villages. This is not true in the least bit. We do what we do for the greater good of others. Now we tend only to those who seek our help.
The year is 1202 of the Christian lord God. It's the five and twentieth day of January and the hour is a little past midnight. I couldn't slee
Sleeping Beauty 2003: ComatoseOnce not so long ago there was a young girl, Bella, who was beautiful and smart. She could have any guy she wanted for a boyfriend and she had all of them chasing after her. But she didn't like any of the boys at her school. So she went dateless for her high school years and went to the prom that way to. In collage she had the attention of the guys again and it was making some of the girls very jealous. None more then head cheerleader, Mel. Her boyfriend would turn his head whenever Bella came near, and it pissed Mel off to no end.
One day Bella had stopped off after her classes at the local coffeehouse. As usual the place was packed with students getting their fix of coffee. She got her normal French Vanilla Cappuccino and headed for the back to see if she could get a seat, unfortunately there wasn't. The cool spring air had sent most of the students indoor. But outside there were a few tables that were not occupied so she headed there. Sitting
Tears of the Night
In the shadows of a downtown high-rise, a predator slinks. Crawling like a cat searching for pray. That's what she was doing. Staking. Hunting. She had followed him from the night club where they had danced. Passionately.
There was something about him that made whatever blood was in her boil. Not pain, but pleasure. There was something about this man that was different then the rest.
She loved humans, their life, their blood, their short fleeting years. Everything that basically made them human. The things she, a vampire was not.
She watched them, studying their life. The only life she clearly remembered was her un-dead one, the centuries of night. Her life before her birth to darkness was little more then a dream.
She missed it, missed the light. But soon she would see it again. Once a millennia old she would be able to walk into the light once again without fear of final death. A millennia
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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