All the Times She Ran Away - Part 1 D1In the middle of the night a front door opened, spilling light and sound out onto the street. The light that fell on the pavement is a soft yellow; light cast by a bulb that has hung in the hall for numberless years. It has not once needed changing, and never has it plunged that small room into darkness. Its glow is warm and welcoming, and all those that pass by would assume that that house contains a happy family. A safe place to call home for all those who dwell within.But the sound that shatters through the lonely street that night would certainly alter a passer-by's opinion of that house. The shout of a man, the scream of a girl, the cry of a woman. An argument has broken out again, accompanied by the smash of yet another piece of crockery. The neighbours pull their windows shut, trying to convince themselves that it's the wind that's sending shivers up their spines rather than the sound of sorrow that is escaping the house down the street.The sounds build up, a crescendo of voic
The Unforgiving, Ch 10, A Trap Out of ShadowsChapter 10, A Trap Out of ShadowsThere were 3 main forces, or threats that the team were focused on.1. Eggman and his robots: He had started these attacks, and it was almost certain that he was after whatever Amy possessed, he was the number one threat right now and it was imperative that the team knew his objective and that he is stopped as soon as possible.2. Scrouge and his gang/aka the Suppression Squad: Seeing as Eggman was involved in all this, there was a strong possibility that Scourge was involved as well, and if he is, he would have a strong interest in the weapon. As a border-line psychopath he was a strong threat, and a dangerous one.3. The new dark force: This threat was unknown, but it was indeed dangerous, and as they had just recently appeared, there was no doubt that they had a strong link between them and Amy's weapon.The team had spit up into two teams, one to target Eggman, another to target Scrouge and the Suppression Squad.Shadow, Tails, Knuckles, Ro
Roses in the WindHis wind stirs the petalsOr the dewdrop-strewn rosesHer flowers dance on his breezeWashing the air in color and fragranceHe is wild and free, no master to guide his pathShe; delicate and rooted, yet resilient and strongTwo sides of a coinTwo halves of a wholeWithout her rose petalsHis wind has no color or lifeWithout his windHer rose petals can't danceHe is freedomShe is rootsHe gives her reason to break free of her rootsShe gives him his roots and a purpose
Kate (day-dreamer)Kate paints her nails teal with black speckles because she says they remind her of egg shells left to warm themselves in the summer sun.(I tell her I've never seen a teal egg but she tut-tut's at me and presses our lips to the pages of an old book until our tongues are tattooed over by words from a dead poet's mouth.) Kate cuts her own hair with scissors she found rusting in an old, waterlogged box in her grand-father's attic.(I tell her rust doesn't cut, only bruises, but she rolls her faded eyes like dice and tells me that's nice but I shouldn't believe everything I read.) Kate uses honey and paper bark to wash her face because she says it's all made of star-stuff and she likes to touch the night sky.(I tell her it doesn't equate to the same thing but Kate is a believer and my soft words don't change her.)
passion is a sinA faith-healerA sermonA misunderstanding A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit No virgin motherjust passion as a godlets the writers get it wrong
Guiltywe sit in the pale half-light; summer dies around us. you reach over and pluck the cigarette from my fingers, inhale like it's the last time. and maybe it is.the jury is out there somewhere, preparing to sleep on their choice. we both know that you may not come home tomorrow, but neither of us are willing to say it out loud.smoke curls in the air between us; I pretend not to notice when your body begins to tremble. when you begin to cry, I tell myself you've rubbed ash into your eye.
To Painter.I cannot paint butI too am careful with mylights, darks, and blood reds.
Breeder Part OneBreederPart OneThe facility was known for selling out a variety of healthy, beautiful, fertile, and exotic colored Breeders. Even Eliza has to admit that the reputation is well earned as she walks by the numerous displays of Breeding Drachs. Many of the humanoid beings flare their frills to her, each display habitat giving a decent job of showing their personality and abilities. She watches as one, a male in a display made to appear as a small glade, flares his frills and runs his hands upon the grass causing it to erupt into a multitude of brightly colored flowers. She simply smiles at the youth before continuing.Her own Drach, a large male with tanned skin and black and grey scales with a body that made even other alpha Drachs jealous named Sable, lets out a rumble as they listen to the owner of the facility. He is in an overly expensive looking outfit of golds and purples that clash horribly with his drown hair and green eyes but show just how much he made from breeding his stock
Descending into the DarknessDarkThe deepest darknessWandering further than you likeEerie whispersScreamsBeings that pursue youEvil breeding within the wallsWarningsSirens blaring in your headBlood steadily staining your handsMemories flooding back to youHatredHow could you do that?How are you the true source...Of all this evil?Before you lose your mindYou decide to take the drinkA drink in which you will forget.
.son of pride and lustyou let go of your inner lion.