"How did you find the test?" Lucy muttered.
"Hmm?" Peyton looked up. She'd been doodling on her desk, but now she turned to her friend, sitting next to her in the wide amphitheatre for teaching lessons at Washington State University. "Oh, it was simple. I studied all last night."
Lucy nodded, but didn't say anything about how she felt.
"Okay," their biology professor, Mr Hunter, said as he descended the stairs, tests in hand. "When I finish grading these, I will give you updated marks for this course. Right now, however" He reached his desk and replaced the tests with another pile of papers. "This is the class list, by grade. You wil
Desmond sat against one of the back wheels of the van, knees curled up to his chest, staring out at the forest. The trees were changing coloursred, orange, yellow, and brown mixed with the light green of the immature deciduous trees and the dark of the permanently-green evergreens. America. His country. He was home at last.
But someone was missing, wasn't she? Desmond frowned. He'd killed Lucy, hadn't he? All he could remember was some ghostly being telling him he was going to be late for her funeral...
A sharp pain exploded behind his eyes. Desmond squeezed his eyelids shut and rested his forehead on the knees of his jeans, moaning s
T e Dus y Cact s and The Jukebox by FlurryFlameDancer, literature
Literature
T e Dus y Cact s and The Jukebox
T e Dus y Cact s
The outside of the building is in terrible condition. The bricks are in need of replacing, paint is peeling off everywhere, the windows are grimy and translucent, and letters are missing from the sign that once said "The Dusty Cactus", but now reads "T e Dus y Cact s". You consider passing it by but the building is surrounded by the Mojave Desert, and you don't know the next time you'll see a restaurant in the middle of nowhere.
Hesitantly, you enter, a small hope in your heart that perhaps the outside of this diner is just in need of repairs, and maybe the inside is more inviting. These hopes fly out the door as soon as th
Fate's Cruel Hand by FlurryFlameDancer, literature
Literature
Fate's Cruel Hand
WARNING: Contains strong language and incest.
"You... you never loved me?"
"You are my sister. Nothing more."
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Painful memories kept replaying themselves in her mind. Lucrezia closed her eyes, trying to block them out, trying to forget what had happened to her brother - her lover. And yet, she could never forget. She could feel it - Cesare's child, her child... it was growing inside of her.
It was a stupid thing they had done, their one-night stand. Lucrezia knew it was a bad idea from the moment it had started... and yet, she did nothing to stop him. Having
"The Farm. It wasn't much of one was it? Not a proper farm. We grew some food. I don't remember any animals though. Maybe a few dogs."
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"Okay, that's enough for today. Class dismissed."
Desmond yawned and looked at the clock, his young brain taking a few seconds to process what the placement of the hands meant. It was 3:00. He brightened; usually his father kept the class a lot later than this, sometimes until five or six. He stretched in his chair and glared once more at the history on the board before shoving his books inside his desk, heading for the door wi
Ezio opened his eyes to an empty bed. Instinct brought his brain into panic.
"Sofia?" he cried, bolting upright and wincing as his back protested.
"Ezio!" A call came from down the hall just before Sofia ran into the room, her hair in a bun. "What is it?"
Ezio breathed out, then coughed once and smiled sheepishly. "I, uh... I thought you'd disappeared."
His wife laughed. "Oh Ezio, you need to stop worrying so much." She came and sat on the edge of the bed, placing a delicate hand on his face. "Do you know what day it is?"
Ezio's brow furrowed. "It's my birthday."
Sofia brightened. "Yes! Now lay back down..." Her hand moved to his chest
"How did you find the test?" Lucy muttered.
"Hmm?" Peyton looked up. She'd been doodling on her desk, but now she turned to her friend, sitting next to her in the wide amphitheatre for teaching lessons at Washington State University. "Oh, it was simple. I studied all last night."
Lucy nodded, but didn't say anything about how she felt.
"Okay," their biology professor, Mr Hunter, said as he descended the stairs, tests in hand. "When I finish grading these, I will give you updated marks for this course. Right now, however" He reached his desk and replaced the tests with another pile of papers. "This is the class list, by grade. You wil
Desmond sat against one of the back wheels of the van, knees curled up to his chest, staring out at the forest. The trees were changing coloursred, orange, yellow, and brown mixed with the light green of the immature deciduous trees and the dark of the permanently-green evergreens. America. His country. He was home at last.
But someone was missing, wasn't she? Desmond frowned. He'd killed Lucy, hadn't he? All he could remember was some ghostly being telling him he was going to be late for her funeral...
A sharp pain exploded behind his eyes. Desmond squeezed his eyelids shut and rested his forehead on the knees of his jeans, moaning s
T e Dus y Cact s and The Jukebox by FlurryFlameDancer, literature
Literature
T e Dus y Cact s and The Jukebox
T e Dus y Cact s
The outside of the building is in terrible condition. The bricks are in need of replacing, paint is peeling off everywhere, the windows are grimy and translucent, and letters are missing from the sign that once said "The Dusty Cactus", but now reads "T e Dus y Cact s". You consider passing it by but the building is surrounded by the Mojave Desert, and you don't know the next time you'll see a restaurant in the middle of nowhere.
Hesitantly, you enter, a small hope in your heart that perhaps the outside of this diner is just in need of repairs, and maybe the inside is more inviting. These hopes fly out the door as soon as th
Fate's Cruel Hand by FlurryFlameDancer, literature
Literature
Fate's Cruel Hand
WARNING: Contains strong language and incest.
"You... you never loved me?"
"You are my sister. Nothing more."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Painful memories kept replaying themselves in her mind. Lucrezia closed her eyes, trying to block them out, trying to forget what had happened to her brother - her lover. And yet, she could never forget. She could feel it - Cesare's child, her child... it was growing inside of her.
It was a stupid thing they had done, their one-night stand. Lucrezia knew it was a bad idea from the moment it had started... and yet, she did nothing to stop him. Having
"The Farm. It wasn't much of one was it? Not a proper farm. We grew some food. I don't remember any animals though. Maybe a few dogs."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Okay, that's enough for today. Class dismissed."
Desmond yawned and looked at the clock, his young brain taking a few seconds to process what the placement of the hands meant. It was 3:00. He brightened; usually his father kept the class a lot later than this, sometimes until five or six. He stretched in his chair and glared once more at the history on the board before shoving his books inside his desk, heading for the door wi
Ezio opened his eyes to an empty bed. Instinct brought his brain into panic.
"Sofia?" he cried, bolting upright and wincing as his back protested.
"Ezio!" A call came from down the hall just before Sofia ran into the room, her hair in a bun. "What is it?"
Ezio breathed out, then coughed once and smiled sheepishly. "I, uh... I thought you'd disappeared."
His wife laughed. "Oh Ezio, you need to stop worrying so much." She came and sat on the edge of the bed, placing a delicate hand on his face. "Do you know what day it is?"
Ezio's brow furrowed. "It's my birthday."
Sofia brightened. "Yes! Now lay back down..." Her hand moved to his chest
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BECAUSE I'M BORED
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yo Loonie~ Just dropping by to say hi and ask if I can post this /amazing/ creepypasta-like thing that you wrote on Elo's page on the creepypasta wiki? warriors.wikia.com/wiki/User:.…
Ok, I know it was a long time ago, but I commented on one of your amazing deviations...and it wasn't a very polite comment... I really want to say sorry for my idiotic actions. It is a beautiful work of art, and I went and degraded it with a harsh comment. ._. please forgive me, I am extremely sorry. I should have never been so cruel.