Writing?
OutragedOkay, maybe I've written two pages. If I'm lucky.
I really need to get back into it.
~A-Chels
scripto ergo sum.Glassglade Haven
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Thirteen KeysThe wind whipping the dust along the barren ground held the dry, scorching heat of the air filling the plane. The dimension was trapped in stasis, its only form of life the Keeper of the Keys, who maintained endless vigil in his cyclical patrol of the realm. The Keeper could easily have been a ghost (were there anyone around to name him as one) save his obvious ability to carry the key ring of his title. Still, his physicality was questionable; it was quite possible the key ring was as ghostly as he was, and the keys hanging from it little more than impressions of their former selves.Thirteen Keys
It was
by ~A-Chels
Salt LungHypnotic flashings of the tail torpedoing her through the water caused those around to pause, unsure of her destination but knowing it to be perhaps more important than anything they might need done before the night turned the waters black. The speed she was pushing herself to attain told them as much, the determined look on her face solidified the conclusion.Salt Lung
There was something unnerving about the motions of that tail, the colouring of the hair and dorsal fin which trailed down her back to meet its root at her waist. The young woman appeared to disappear if she was gazed at from the wrong angle; her scales
by ~A-Chels
No More New BeginningsOne - IsabelleNo More New Beginnings
“…and of course, by then I was late for work, because Heaven forbid any punishment I try to hand out actually stick.” The woman took a deep drink from her cup of coffee, her listener sighing as she waited for the diatribe to continue. Listening to the mundane troubles of her customers wasn’t exactly Isabelle’s favourite way to spend her evening, but it was blustery out and a Wednesday besides, giving her little else to do. And of course, welcoming the grieving of almost-but-not-quite middle aged house wives was one of the ways she’d stayed in business h
by ~A-Chels
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Speak to your inner child.Cheer up, dearie. Everything'll work out in the end. It always has, hasn't it?Speak to your inner child.
You needn't worry about everything so much. I mean, looking back, nothing ever really seems as bad as it was back then. Wouldn't you say?
Changes in priority. That's all it is, you know. Whoever said that they knew what they were doing until afterwards, anyway?
It'll all be over soon. And then, you can do whatever the hell you want. Oh, it shall be grand.
A restless mind with a vengeance.
I promise that they'll be treated as fairly as I have been.
by ~lovedtoday
SadistYour screams make me smile My blade at your throat The Sadist inside me Thinks it's a joke Do you like it? My plaything My toy? As I make you cry My heart sings with joy For here is release Is power Is life Look at it there Isn't it lovely The blood pooled around As you pant and beg For mercy for life Your screams soothe my soul You're mine for all time The vow was made Later I'll feel bad Later I may cry But for now I'll just smile For now You will dieSadist
by ~Ddzgrl
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