BF: Bridled FuryThis is my singing message
I hope it finds you well
You're invited to a fanfic
'cause I think you're really 'tastic!
No need to bring a gift
Being there will be enough
Special events mean having fun with friends
Not getting lots of stuff
It won't be the same without you
So I hope that you say yes
So, please, oh please comment
And come, and be our guest!
Not Jozan, Not ReallyI am the Cleric.
The one who gives his time to heal.
Mending the hearts of those around me.
Patching the souls of the weary.
Easing the brunt of pain life causes.
I do it because I care.
Not because I want to be loved.
Bot because I want fame.
Not because I want fortune.
I don't even care if you remember my name.
Just remember that I will be there for you.
Five steps behind you.
In case you fall ill.
Three steps behind you.
In case you are hurt.
A step behind you.
In case you need me.
When you have no will to walk.
It is my duty to help anyone I can.
Because I care.
Because I lo-
It's a lonely job.
But I love... Doing it.
I don't remember"I shall be taking that."
He didn't listen. He plunged his hand into my chest.
I watched, stunned.
He reached around.
It felt weird.
He pulled out. In his hand was a shard.
A bright blue shard of crystal.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"What did you take?"
I fell to the dirt. The hole closed.
He looked at it. At me.
I was tired.
I was really tired.
"The only piece that makes you human."
"It will repair itself. But you will become a monster."
"A rare breed."
"A monster with a heart..."
I was tireder.
Don't Run From MeIt's a hidden power, and nothing more.
A chain that binds.
A claw that grabs.
A maw that snares.
A force that holds.
This is what I have.
This is what I bare.
This is what I use.
From the mind comes the order.
To end a struggle.
From the hand comes the attack.
Forth it shoots.
To the victim.
Quick but sure.
From the soul comes the need.
A longing to be heard.
A want for another.
A cry for control.
From Oblivion forged;
From Sin shaped;
With Virtue controlled;
It is the chain.
I bare it alone.
All nine of me.
Dining with Angels"Look at him. Disgusting."
I took a bite of the honey-roasted ham. It was delicious, sent back with little more than a bite or two taken away from it.
"He loves it! How can anyone be that evil?"
I adjust my silent headphones. Apparently, someone out front in the restaurant proper ordered this and promptly choked on two huge bites. It happens two or three times a year, a Gluttony type of person comes in here and orders more than they can chew and gets hauled off to the hospital. Happens at every food establishment in this country, so it's not that big of a deal.
"He doesn't know..."
"Oh of course he knows-"
My fangs dived into the meat and tore away another chunk. It was quickly shredded to pieces and sent down my gullet.
"Look at how he enjoys it."
Of course I enjoy it. I make minimum wage and have rent. This is the most delicious thing I've eaten all year. When this sort of thing happens, we either share it or toss it. For some reason, I was given the whole thing. By Lucy, no l
Edmund MontegueCirca 2014
The desert winds blow by, kicking up errant sand as a lone cloaked figure traverses the wastelands. The sun glares overhead at him, wanting nothing more than to bake him alive.
The figure stops. He has wandered into a town. A small desert town, with sun bleached colors and buffered walls all around.
There were people there, of course. A mish-match of everything; the yellows and pales from Sakkaku, browns from Fintaar, whites of Delmin, and two or three darker Crestin natives. It was a pioneer town if he ever saw one, anyone and everyone who wanted to join into a new civilization jumped the wagon. And it looked to be doing just fine.
He trudged forward, down the wide dirt road. The town appeared to be little more than an extended street, with "houses" on either side. It was an amusing detail for him at least.
He eventually found the tavern.
It seemed that every man in the town was in that room at once. It was a cacophony of languages, mostly English and Japanese, but a
2nd -Or- K and E First SummerToday was pretty slow. I opened my locker and withdrew my jacket and bag. Kenny's sick, so I had no one to talk to until lunch rolled around. The vice-heads of the student council weren't really that fun either. Ms. Class Rep was heatedly arguing with Dexter about budgets or something.
I have a feeling this day is just going to drag on even further when I get home. Maybe I should get more friends...
"Oh my god! Are you Eddy?"
A sudden voice snaps me out of my reverie. I turned and found a bespectacled girl standing behind me. She had pale white skin, messy and somehow still straight blond hair, and an oversized t-shirt featuring some anime character. On her face was a undeniably ecstatic grin and wide eyes. Her outward appearance screamed otaku.
I didn't think we had any around here.
"Yeah." I answered. I shut my locker and leaned against it. "I am."
She almost squealed at me. I grimaced and grunted. This girl better not turn a boring day into a bad day. She seems like the kind who cou
K and E: First NightMy eyes opened at the sound of my alarm clock I blinked a couple of times and sat up. I reached across my bed and slapped annoying awakening apparatus into silence.
I got out of bed and prepared for the coming day with slow, mechanical motions.
Ten minutes passed, and I realized I was fully dressed and walking out the door with backpack in hand.
The experience left no lasting impression on my psyche whatsoever, leaving me confused for a second. I just sighed and closed my bedroom door on my way out.
I felt so numb. At least, that's what I thought deep down, under all of the... Other things that I wasn't so familiar with.
Much like my morning and my trek to school, the entire day seemed to whisk by, leaving me behind, muddled and disoriented.
All while thinking about him. Kenny. All I could think about was Kenny; our friendship, his innocence, how sorry I was. I couldn't recall much of anything else.
The only reason I could think with enough coherence to contemplate this matter was