AwkardOddOne

Have you heard of the merry swine fae, sparkle as stars in the gloom of the night. Fair in to beating heart of the lone.  Cold and blistered as these twine.  Charmed eyes of diamonds that cut bone. Whiskey lulls they sing through the cold nights. Drumming wars against bated flight.  To the sky, to the land, we the merry men define. Share to the queen, Clarissa DeVon Thorn, band of the merry folk of all, legend and truth. Today not of our own.  To whom by the grove, here lies. Merry we once were, shadows tomorrow, not by gloom by thy fate.  Oh merry merry folk, once in peace. Scatter ash snow to we drown. Oh merry

Deep into the frost, lay a village in the grasp of death and low candle row bents through the scarred stone paths. One of the livery buildings was a worn tavern fill with all walks of life. Burning wood in the pits roam with stale mead drunks and salted roasted meats. Clambers of the casual hush voices linger in the air, while a lone flute entertainer, with the humming snowfall winded outside. To how lively the rest of the tavern was, there in a off way from it all was a lone hooded figure that twiddle a jewel dagger that stabbed their food. The quick stab to a piece of bread match to the front doors crammed open like lighting and shutting ju

She gasped. Her body shook back into the awaken world clouded thick in smoke, ash, burning timber. Body rivered in pain has she found her grounds to rise. Looking to the lands of once lush green, blaze under heavy flames. Her home gone. Her people murdered. While she was alone. In a bind to remain cold, reached for her fallen blade that was impale into a lengthy and robust grouse ragged fang creature, rotten flesh by the flames and passing hot summer hours fading into twilight. The dull steel gave weight to be more clearly minded. Another gasp in pain from the thundering ache running up and down her spine, she rises to her feet regardless. H

Lucious: (I don't remember the nights being so cold.) Ashlynn: (I got an extra blanket. Want it?) Lucious: (What about you?) Ashlynn: (We... we could share!) Lucious: (Won't you get sick either way?) Ashlynn: (You're cold doesn't work like that. Weirdo. Come on.) Lucious: (Okay...) Ashlynn: (Hey, are you alright?) Lucious: (Y-yeah. Just thinking.) Ashlynn: (Careful. You might overheat, Lulu.) Lucious: (Stop. Just sit. I don't want to get cold.) Ashlynn: (Fine. You're a pushy bear, you know that. Better?) Lucious: (Yeah. Oh! Look!) Ashlynn: (Cool! A shooting star!) Lucious: (Should we make a wish?) Ashlynn: (Like for what? I don

Geranium "I must say, Miss. Charlie, I'm impress on your wills about this. Rook to knight." Hesediel said, mindful in his words while he straighten out his office. The usual picture fixing and book shuffling. "Just doing what a boss should do and keep an eye on her employees. Even the most behaved ones." "Do I still count as that?" Charlie gives a tinkle of laughter, eyeing her next move with a kind smile in place. Letting the silence roll between them. Neither adding more to it, as they carried onward. She finds herself tapping a finger on her chin, thinking, puzzled in debating her next move. Leaving with her Bishop in the open. "You'r

Fuchsia "You really love flowers don't ya, handsome?" Angel asked one day when finding Hesediel taking care a large assortment of floret resting at a center table in the maze courted library. Looking up from his book now and then in catching Hesediel pluck off dead leaves. "Maybe not at first. But it was something I grew to enjoy." Hesediel answered, while tapping on the petals to glint on sudden moisture. The holy one looked over his shoulder when hearing the spider groan. Snapping his book closed in slow forming frustration. He was about to speak again but Angel cut in beforehand. "You have been hanging out with Al too much, stop." Hes

Columbine An obstruction of pain course in the room. Barely a muffled grunt broke through when lighting fast smacks broke through the silence. A bundten of cruor splattered on the floor, cover once grizzled hued dyed in nebulan ink thick as the body it rattled from, continued to be struck. Until an echoing snap broke through. The body scratching downward on the wall to the floor with a careless heavy thud. "Enough." Ordered a gravely voice of a fair and large man dress in silvers and gold suit-line, confident steps neared the slouching body with an unamused face, while roughly grabbing the wild hair of the other, tilting to where another th

Today is like any other day. My own little routine that plays by the numbers. I keep it simple and once leave anything out of place. Nothing can be out of place. I wake up. I get ready for the day. Greet my family. Go on my stroll with my brother Leo, whom comes along now and then. I know know deep he doesn't want to. But for his well mind, I let him tag along. Freshen up at home and go to work. It's all simple and it's enough. Even if others disagree. Danielle: Come on, girl! Just come out with us just this once. I promise it will be the last. Ash: You said that last week. And the week befor that. And the week even before- Kami: Oh god.

Wild Hyacinth Autumn fields remain restlessly for the upcoming winter in the mortal world. Far from the main roads, deep in the helms of a small cemetery lost in the humid tolls of Louisiana. A lone figure wandered through the rows, dips, and paths. Wary when a few humans were in view, little animals following nature's warnings for a low winter. Winds spiking now and then, in caution whispers that the lone figure used to map out the cemetery. Coming to a stop when the winds pushed the figure towards a faded scripted flatplate. The figures brushed dead leaves and sticken moss to read what could be seen. Letting a sigh edge out, standing tall