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[Inatae]

Zenya & Athena



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[DarkSilen]

Drizzt and Catti

[faraday]

Sophie{f}--------------Alec{m}

And to think, I was just the lowly girl who sold oranges....

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Fantasy has become Fact.

It's as if the curse had appeared from nowhere.

Nobody knows where it came from, or how it came to be.

All we know is that it's here, and won't be leaving anytime soon.

They're the living dead, or, as they are more commonly reffered to, "zombies". They're not exactly like they are in the stories, though. In the old tales my mother used to spin to me, they were evil flesh eating monsters. They limped around, moaning, searching for humans to prey on. But the ones- the "real" ones- they're really quite humble. Sure, they have hazy eyes, and pale flakey skin, but I don't think they crave human flesh.

The curse- it's not contaigious. You can't get it when you're living. When you're no longer living- that's another story. It's a 50/50 chance whether you'll be among the undead after death. When a family member dies, we pray for them not to come back. We wish for eternal peace for them. And... the undead are not repected. They are ignored. They're trash.

I never really payed attention to the pale figures in the shadows until... the incident.

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End of Part 1

Part 2

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His name was Alec. He was perfect in every way- from head to toe. From his warm blue eyes, to his sandy brown hair. He cared about me like nobody else in the world cared for anyone else. We were hoplessly in love. We were two puzzle pieces that fit together- and we would build the puzzle of life off of us. The two single puzzle pieces.

I met him in August- I was working at my orange stand. I didn't make much money, but it was enough to pay the rent on my small apartment every month. I treated him like I did all of my other customers...

..."Hello, good morning. Care to buy some oranges?" I greeted, brushing some golden hair out of my eyes. He smiled at me. I saw him nod. "Yeah, sure, two please." He was really quite handsome. I handed him his oranges, ad he walked away, until his image blurred into the landscape of the city...

...But he came back the next day. We talked a bit, he bought some oranges, and left. For about 3 weeks, he would come to my stand to talk to me, every day buying some oranges. We could really relate to each other. We had the same hobbies, pet peeves, ect. But one day, he stole my heart...

...Alec diverted his attention back to me, and our eyes locked. I watched as a smile crept onto his face. "Sophie." It was more of a comment than a question. "I really like you." He said, his face flushed. "I guess I could even say..." I leaned in closer to him, letting a smile creep onto my face as well. "I love you." ...

...And at that moment, I knew it. We would live happily forever after together. I found time to close the orange stand, and spend more time with him. Not 1 week later, we moved in together. It was funny, really, when I first went to his house. There were oranges everywhere. Turns out, he hated oranges. He hated them with a passion. But he came every day, not for the oranges, but for me. It was quite sweet, really. He ended up giving them all back.

We lived together for a year, adn I waited for the day. The day he would propose to me. It seemed like eons, but one day it came. It was the best and worst day of my life...

...I was forced to work at the orange stand today. It's not that I didn't like working at the stand, it was that I was away from Alec. I was counting profits, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around, to find Alec standing in the cobblestone, a navy blue box in his hand. It was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I watched, heart fluttering uncontrollably, as he kneeled on one knee, and opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring with an astonishing round orange jewel sitting in the middle. He blushed, and looked ashamed. "I didn't have enough to get a diamond ring, so I got this instead. It's Chalcedony Agate- I thought it looked like some of the oranges in the orange stand." He cooed softly, his deep blue eyes hinting urgency. "Sophie." His voice faltered. "Will you marry me?" That's when I saw the car barreling towards us...

End of part 2

Part 3

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...it's as if it came out of nowhere. It was a blue cadillac, with tinted windows. Everything was slowed down- I screamed Alec's name, alerting him of the car that was speeding towards us. He turned and saw it, but instead of ducking out of the way, he took me in his arms, and shoved me out of the way, and not a second too soon. As I was hurtling towards the alley, I watched in horror as Alec mouthed my name, while the car's bumper took the breath out of him. I couldn't watch the rest- but I could hear it all. Alec's screams of pain, his bones crunching underneath the weight of the car. As soon as the car's rumbles faded into the distance, I opened my eyes. There layed my lover- my beloved- crumpled in broken, lying in a pool of his own blood...

...the authorities told me he had a quick death. He died as soon as the bumper hit him- the force ruptured his heart. They had to pry me off of him, to preserve the crime scene- But I couldn't leave him. They brought my mother to help me leave him- she thought Alec was the kindest young man, and it pained even her to see his limp, trashed body in my arms...

..."Sophie." My mother cooed, stroking my hair. "It's time to let go of Alec now." Hot sticky tears ran down my face, the policemen waiting patiently outside the yellow tape that read "Police Crime Scene: Do Not Cross", the lights on their patrol cars flashing, flashing endlessly. "No." The simple word I had known since I was two, was the only one I could manage to say. I let my sticky fingers coated in Alec's blood sift through his sand brown hair, my eyes eating up every last detail on his face. There was a trickle of blood coming out of his nose and mouth- I took our time together for granted. And now he was gone... my mother took my arms that clasped him tight, and wrangled them off of him. I struggled and squirmed, trying to inch myself closer to my beloved. I heard the policemen take a sigh of relief as my mom dragged me out of the crime scene, kicking and screaming for Alec...

The image of his face is still alive in my head, along with the screams of terror that escaped his lips as he perished. It's as if it happened today- not 5 years ago. I was not allowed to go to his funeral- my mother feared I would act something like I did at the scene of his death... I watched his funeral from my window. The only cemetary was located on a hill a few miles away, but I could see it from my house. The top of the hill was dusted pink and black by rose petals and Alec's friends and family dressed in their mourning clothes. There was probably a pastor at the funeral too, blessing Alec's body and praying that he would be at rest forever. But for some reason... even though I wouldn't admit it to myself, I didn't wish eternal sleep for Alec. I wanted to grow old with Alec- even if that ment when he was not among the living. Not a few days after his funeral, I was working at the orange stand again...

...it was Monday, and not to many people were roaming around the town square where my fruit stand was located. The strange thing was- I wasn't focused on them today, I was focused on the flickers of movements in the shadows. The pasty white flesh- that's when I saw them. His eyes. His deep, beautiful eyes...

End of Part 3

Part 4

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They were grey, instead of the stunning blue I was used to, but I recognized them all the same. I choked on my breath, and began to jog shakily towards the shadows. I earned a few stares, not many of the living wanted to be seen near the shadows...

...the cobblestone didn't trip me up like it usually did, and it felt as if I were flying over the ground. When I drew nearer to the shadows, I saw just how many of the cursed were among us. In that small portion of space, I'd say there were a couple hundred moseying about, small whispers of words escaping their lips. Alec seemed a tad... different, when I approached him. It took him longer to see my advancing towards me, and his actions were delayed by a second or two. His hair was no longer sandy brown, but a dull color of grey. His body was bruised, and I could see the stains of blood on the corners of his mouth. He was wearing the clothes he was placed in for the funeral. His grey eyes looked down at me as I took his cold hand into mine. His eyes were not empty and hollow like the others. It was how I knew there was a small fraction left of him in the tattered body he was trapped in. I looked up at his blank face expectantly, my eyes frantic as I searched his face for any sign of emotion. I felt his fingers entwine slowly into mine, and his fingers fall into place on my ring. My beautiful ring... then I saw it. A small smile spread across his lips. "...Sophie."...

...At first, I didn't tell my parents. Every day from 1-3pm, I'd go into the shadows to see him. Sometimes it was hard to find him, but he would always be near my orange stand. Waiting. It seemed the other zombies were waiting too... it broke my heart their family friends and loved ones would never come for them. But I came for Alec. When I told my parents, they seemed disapointed, but we finally agreed I could sneak him back into his our house. It was illegal for the undead to dwell in any building, but I figured I could make an exception for Alec. After all, our love could withstand anything, even death itself...

...We were nestled in our bed, even though Alec had no need for sleep, he went to bed with me every night. It was difficult for him to speak, but he did anyways. I stroked the dark crevaces in his cheek bones with my right hand, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. I felt his jaw clench, and his dialated pupils strained to focus. "Sophie..." He purred softly, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "I will... love you... always." I felt my eyes brim with tears as I pulled him close to me. "As will I, Alec. As will I."...

"After all, our love could withstand anything, even death itself..."

-Sophie

.:Fin:.

[Lennie]

Sophie{f}--------------Alec{m}

And to think, I was just the lowly girl who sold oranges....
"After all, our love could withstand anything, even death itself..."

-Sophie

.:Fin:.

Beautiful story, I especially loved the sweet yet sorrowful ending.
Thank you for sharing. ^^

[faraday]

Sophie{f}--------------Alec{m}

And to think, I was just the lowly girl who sold oranges....
"After all, our love could withstand anything, even death itself..."

-Sophie

.:Fin:.

Beautiful story, I especially loved the sweet yet sorrowful ending.
Thank you for sharing. ^^

Why, thank you. I don't know how, but in some twisted way, it's vent art. I haven't had any close ones pass on, but my heart feels twisted as if someone has. :3

And, you're welcome<3

[antler apathy]

[center]Tasha [f] && Devon [m]


Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Mis-knowing, its all good
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
F***in' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re f***in' perfect to me

"God, Tasha. Stop cutting yourself..."
"Devon, Its a habit. Im sorry! I try to stop, but I cant stop."

Tasha pushed her face over her eyes, to cover herself crying. Devon knew when she was balling, so he gradually calmed her down. He wrapped his arms around her, and layed his head on her shoulder. "Its ok. Im here, everything is fine." He pulled himself away, to fix her hair. He looked into her eyes. He then said in a stern voice, "Its ok."
Tasha smiled and fixed her running makeup. "Im sorry for being this emotional. I just cant help it. Lets go to school."

They walked through the heavy front doors of Traybridge High. Tasha grabbed Devons hand, and held it tight. She then let go to not seem clingy.
"Oh, look. Its the EMO girl! Have any knives on ya'?" scowled Monica, the ringleader of the popular crowd. She was horrified, but boiling with anger. A tear rolled down Tasha's fragile, beautiful face. Devon stepped in. "Do you have anything other to do than hurt Tasha? This is ridiculous!" Monica stepped forward, with a prissy look on her face. "No, I dont. Now Get out of my way!" She pushed Devon to the ground, and punched Tasha so hard on her nose, she started to bleed. "You B*tch!"
Tasha ran, crying as hard as ever. Devon got up, wanting to get revenge on Monica, but knew he couldnt. He dashed after her, eventually catching up and holding Tasha back from going any further. She fought to go, but ending up crashing. Eyes gushing tears, and collapsed. "Why me? Why do I deserve this?" Devon was scared for her, but tried to show courage. "Tasha, calm down. Its ok. Lets go down to the nurse to get that nose of your help."

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A start. Should I continue this? ^^

Somewhat reminds me of girl in my grade, I think you should continue, I'm intrigued c;
And I like that you did with Tasha's hair.

[iPawki]

Everyone has such lovely stories x) <333 I would never be able to make such nice pairs and beautiful stories <3

Aureline [f] | Quence [m]

She was young; perhaps, in the eyes of the master, the one of the revels, she was eight or ten. Her appearance wasn't striking, though, oddly, she looked as though she had just stepped out of a fairy tale.

"This new one... she seems too happy."

He took a few long strides across the royal terrace to reach her, and stared down at her pointedly.

"You must be Aureline."

His voice was tart. No emotion slipped upon his face, and the young girl had done a good job keeping her cool too. She dipped her head at him with only with respect, as he could see that she possibly wanted to strangle him.

"I'll show you to your master. You will serve royalty... for some time. You will-"

She cut him off; it was only now that shock registered on her face.
"M-master?"

His eyes were slits now. The tall man was still staring at her, still cold and somber-faced. She tried to look away, but the surprise was overwhelming.

"Yes," He breathed, obviously irritated, "did you not know?"

"No one really tells me anything nowadays," She whispered, gently, softly. Nothing. They told me nothing.

By now the man in black was hesitating; the master of the revels allowed his shoulders to relax from their hunched position and told her, almost soothingly, "I presume you arrive from a rich family..."

"Yes."

"...but you see, after the... aah," He took a deep breath, "let us say, transactions, you were placed under our care, under the employment of a servant." He put up one finger to stop her from a long speech of protest.

"It was either your death, or your employment. Your family was happy to choose this job for you."

As she quietly settled down, the man let minutes pass without any words spoken. Finally, he told her, "Your master comes now. I will introduce you two." His voice had returned to the brisk, parch, and professional drag of words, letter after letter sounding monotone.

Her "master" wore a long white cape, yet it was drenched with red; and in the mess, she saw a fat letter Q shine brightly, a mahogany color beneath the shadows of the sun.

"The Q on your cape..." She gave an involuntarily shudder; Aureline had heard nasty stories about the Queen and hoped his cape was not related to her at all. The master seemed strangely large, she had never remembered meeting a girl like that.

"It stands for my name, Quence," He said icily, staring at her with cold, pudgy eyes.

Aureline stared at him with surprise- he was a boy. It took a little while to register; all the boys were she lived wore dull colors and would never be caught wearing such an ugly outfit.

The master of the revels, the tall man in the black suit, stared down at the two children uncomfortably. "Right, Quence. Bring her up and show her the servants' rooms." The young boy, around Aureline's age, glared at the man and ordered her to follow him, and so she did, already thinking of how much she would hate him over the time she would have to serve him.

She still didn't quite know how it had came so fast.
How had the blow been so hard?

She was confused at the very least, still alarmed by the man's words. Your family was happy to choose this job for you. Whatever had that meant?

[ink_dot]

@Selcouth
;A; Nononononono! I can't believe it! This is the SECOND time that I have missed the triplet story ;A; I love it Selcouth, every time you write, it makes my day, I love the depth in your stories, how realistic your characters are, everything about your storyies are amazing, and that must come from a pretty amazing person! i love the triplets, and I hope you keep on writing about them, but I can't wait to see what else you have in plan! Please, make a collection of your short stories, and publish it into a book <3
You are one of my favourite writers in the whole of CS, keep up the good work Selcouth, you deserve every scrap of praise and more
~Ink

[micah]

She only comes to me in my d r e a m s
So sleep becomes routine
It's not healthy, it's what makes you right
It's not healthy, it's what makes you

She only comes to me in my d.r.e.a.m.s
So sleep becomes addicting
It's not healthy, it's what makes you right
It's not healthy, it's what makes you

Hold her strings to haunt my dreams
It's not healthy, it's what makes you right
It's not healthy, it's what makes you
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SKSK~; The Deep End

[~Arerona~]

Queen Arerona ----------and ----------------------------------------the Rogue Zorro could their love really happen?