I'm married to Dracula -sample-Looking up at The Witch, she looked ragged and worn. Nearly half her face had dissolved away and left the biggest splotch of blood and puss Justen had ever seen. And a good portion of her left arm was withering away as well. The crosses' holy magic had eaten away at the evil that was her flesh and it was so bad on her arm Justen saw a sliver of bone sticking out. As gross as it looked Justen did not pay much mind to it, and jumped up to hit The Witch with his whip. Flying through the air, flinging the whip around frantically, he managed a couple of random slashes to her, and she released another round of homing energy balls. But Justen skippe
Literary Sample: I'm Dating Dracula-Chapter 32-When Dracula noticed that Liz had not called in almost 4 weeks, he became suspicious. About a month ago, Liz had stopped calling him abruptly. Though he may hardly have returned any of her phone calls, he still would check to see if she had called anyway. It wasn't something he could ignore. But roughly a week after his and Liz's 1 year anniversary, she just stopped calling, and he hadn't received a single message from her since. This worried Dracula to some level. He thought perhaps she had given up on calling everyday, or even all together, knowing how little her phone calls got returned. Maybe she was mad at him. Eventually D
The Eagle and the RavenAn excerpt from Isobel Chapman's journal.A poem about Haytham Kenway...A gentle wisp from feathered wingHe stood before me as a manMy breadth and balance hung stillDistant bells spoke my wordsThen silence was our speechGracefully down he swiftsInto my quiet worldStrength and will were his eyesLost in them, I find myselfChasing his flightHis never ending soarTo plains of truthAnd skies of JusticeIf I could soar that highNever bound to the groundLow hanging wingsSoot unseen by the blackReflections blue from the streets belowPerched in a window's worldLeft a wandering mindTo wonder where the Eagle goesWhen he is beyond
So in LimboHere comes a happy tuneFeathered in it's bloomFrowned upon by the Master's furyOf order and depraved gloryA flicker sparked in a dampened eyeBalancing a rush and a lieTo bring me down into the darkLeaving stained strawberry marksDevoured in the coilsCovered in screaming boilsWades water of a dying raceBurning the flesh of my faceAnd now I stand before the kingdomBegging for the freedomFrom this hollow placeOf discord and disgraceStep into the lighteningConfront the honored frighteningShadows creep into my spineSevering bones and linesTo reveal the secrets from the voidThat they have consumed and destr
In my ClosetIn my closetLurks a monsterWith brown eyesBrown hairAnd brown skinWho is a little too tallAnd a little too thinIn my closetHangs many skeletonsSome goodSome badSome missingSome of them are cryingSome of them are kissingIn my closetThere is a meadowWith white flowers A blue sky And treesClouds in bright sunshineAnd a soft cool breezeIn my closetBurns a forestWith red flamesBlack smokeAnd orange heatThere is nowhere to runAnd nothing is completeIn my closetFloats a museWith a fair gazeSoft whispersAnd tempered mindTo help me open and seeThe world when I am blind
Chun Li's Apprentice: 1Lily Constantine was so excited, for the day she had been waiting for had finally come. She had come to a great turning point in her martial arts training.For the past two years Lily had been training under a great fighter named Chun Li. And her master, Chun Li, had finally deemed her training one third complete. Normally the two year mark meant a quarter of training complete, if that, especially for a foreigner. Lily had been brought to China by her father at 15 and a half. Mr. Constantine was a Canadian citizen who worked for an international bureau specializing in catching international criminals and terrorists. This organization was c
Chun Li's Apprentice: 2Lily was thrown into a prison cell rather forcefully as she yelled for her innocence."It wasn't me, I swear! I didn't kill that guy! Someone else did! Please, you have to believe me!!" She yelled through the bars. But the police ignored her and grumbled something in Chinese that Lily could not understand. "Please! Wait! I didn't do it!!"But she was still ignored."You keep yellin' and they're only going to come back to spray mace in your eyes...or beat you." A very American voice came from behind Lily.She turned around, startled, to see a muscular Caucasian blond man in a white and off-black striped prison suit, and cuffs and chain
Chun Li's Apprentice: 3Lily and Cody sat in silence for hours after that. Nothing happened at all until a police officer came up to the cell and began speaking in Chinese to Lily. She understood enough to know she had visitor. When Lily stood up she saw who her visitor was and became both relieved and frightened. It was her master, Chun Li."Master! Thank God you're here!" Lily said.But Chun Li did not look as happy as Lily. She put a hand up for Lily to be quiet."I can't believe this." Chun Li said shaking her head. "I taught you the art of Senpuken because I thought you could handle the responsibility of having such power. And then you go and murder an innoc
Chun Li's Apprentice: 4They had been running for about 30 minutes, with only a few seconds of rest here and there. Finally, neither Lily nor Cody could run anymore and they wound up collapsing in the middle of the woods. Cody slouched up against a tree and Lily did the same with a rock. The two were so out of breath they took a full 10 minutes to fully catch their breathing. Silence fell over them again and it stayed that way for another 10 minutes. But then, all of a sudden, Cody got up from his seat on the ground and began walking off. Lily was confused and shouted after him. "Hey! Wait!" Where are you going?" Cody stopped and looked back. "What? I'm out
Strength and Hunger -TES5 Skyrim Dawnguard-PrologueThe moon hadn't been this bright in a long time. Secunda lay low in the distance but Masser bulged out in front like it was swollen with blood...sweet, delicious, silky blood. I was already feeling it again. The Hunger. And Masser's red tint only made me think of it more, want it more. Though stuck in my ways, I ignored the rumble my stomach yelled at me and clenched my eyes tight, trying to imagine things were the way they were before. Before...I was a vampire.The breeze blew by and shifted the stiff plants to rattle against their deadness. Serana was always so sad that her and her mother's garden had withered and decayed away in
Strength and Hunger -TES5 Skyrim Dawnguard-Chapter 1: Falling70 years earlier......It drained passively, pooling up around the black back of those infernal creatures. I would eventually grow fond of them, but at the time I violently stabbed my sword into a Death Hound's muscle spazzing neck, and soon it was more still then the rocks around us. It swirled about my feet and I looked at it with disgust. Oh what a foreign substance it was to me then. Though I lived and breathed with it everyday of my life. The Blood...Sticky, red, thick, fowl blood. It tasted like Corundum and smelled like Iron. It was splashed everywhere as we all had just slashed our way through a few
Strength and Hunger -TES5 Skyrim Dawnguard-Chapter 2: A Visit Over DueGoosebumps waved up and down my skin. A singular flake of fluffy frigid snow plopped happily on my nose. It sent the chills rippling through my spine...but it felt good. It always did. At least it always did now. Cold had become one of my greatest companions. A silent friend. But a comforting one...More specks of pure innocent white fluttered down around us. The snow always fell so gracefully in these mountains of Haafingar. It was seemingly a magickal dusting of the faint crystal foils that came from the cloudy sky. The wind was light and feathery. And it toyed with Serana's hair. Her luscious, dark, exquisit
Strength and Hunger -TES5 Skyrim Dawnguard-Chatper 3: SlideThe air between us was still, frozen, hung in stasis, as we trudged up the Druadach Mountains. It was daunting, taunting...haunting me. Not even was it the physical air. Atmospheric conditions stretched between me and my daughter but it was clouding, greying, and seethed a set of teeth. I could almost see the storm swirling in the few feet of distance we had with each other. It was barely visible. Though it was growing, growing and swelling. It fed my anxiety, that parasitic feeling that leeched from my insides. I didn't want to fight with Lunia. It was all déjà vu. Almost a mirrored mimic of my own brannigan feu
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