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[JunJou Romantica]

Another story, sense my stories are short...
On the small forest planet of Brackenwood lives a wild thing with wicked horns and glowing eyes.

The people are all gone, and in a world of innocent animals he is a cruel opportunist, whose godlike speed
over land grants him the abilitiy to avoid danger, create mischief and evade consequences for his actions.

But where did he come from, this fleck of spite in an abandoned paradise?
Who is this peace-shattering scourge of the forest?

He is the last of the Dashkin, but in the rough language of wild creatures, he is known only as Bitey.



His earliest memories are little more than brief, flickering images of calamity.
Horned people. Flying people. Giant people and darkness.

In a more vivid memory he wakes in a quiet, softly glowing chamber.
Little creatures with wide, curious eyes regard him and he, them.

His dreams are filled with recollections of lonely wanderings under sweeping skies, nights bright and deep.
Musical breezes and whispering woods.

For a brief time in his infancy he was adopted and cared for by a pair of morrugs.
Cruelly, but naturally they abandoned him after producing offspring of their own.

Confused, vulnerable and utterly alone, he discovered quite by accident his inherent gift for swiftness.
As time passed, his talent for escaping trouble became a favourite means of causing it.



An intelligent and emotional being in a world of animals, the solitude, the sadness and bitterness
have corrupted his view of life. Without any true parental figure to each him the meaning of kindness and mercy,
Bitey is full of contempt and because of his speed, considers himself superior to all who cross his path.

Despite his loathing for others, Bitey's cruelty masks an intense loneliness. All around him
he sees animals in the comfort of their kin and deep down inside, he yearns for the same.

But he is the last of his kind.

[Vaan]

Hmm... dunno if you'll like this or not. Wrote it a while ago for English class.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does. One o’clock, fifty-five minutes and twelve seconds. The clock whispers to me as I sit in the doctor's office. Its voice just barely reaches my ears, drowned out by the loud ticks and tocks. The delicate points of the clock's fingers capture my attention again and again. I raise a finger and point at the clock's face, which is staring straight back at me. I whisper under the noise. "Do you hear what the clock is telling us? Do you, doc?"

"Ah. Yes," he smiles. "I can hear it perfectly." The doctor squints for a split second, adjusting his collar in what seems to be a slight case of nervousness. He glances at the clock, before returning his watchful gaze to me. I know well enough that he can't hear what the clock is saying. No one does. They never take the time to listen to what it has to say, even if it's yelling and screaming, telling us to do this, that and the other.

I peer around the room, where there are tables and chairs set up all around like homeless, uncared for men seated around a fire. White coats everything I see, creating nothing but a cold, sterile vastness. I shiver a little; I never liked white.

The doctor watches me. He places a watch in a basket over a stack of crisp, clean manila folders. My eyes look at the strap of the watch dangling from the edge of the basket. It’s white too, even its hands. This one doesn’t speak to me. It must be tired. He removes a book and opens it to a page where one of the coloured tabs sticks out of the otherwise straight and thick book. His fingers, as sharp as the clock's, run down along the paper, scanning for something I could not care for if I tried. My eyelids feel heavy. The clock's talking can be really boring.

Three minutes and fifty-two seconds later, I'm still in the office. The music that the doctor puts on is always very loud and it hurts my head. But the clocks quickly change that and they start to fight to be heard over the music. Now, I only hear the clocks' constant chattering with each other. They echo from across the room, only to hear their own voices as the answer. The watch has awoken too, it hums drearily; tired…

He continues to watch me in deliberate silence, but I cannot tell. The unrestful clocks’ screams shroud anything the doctor would have been keen to say. I do not care for what he wishes to mention. He will fade in time.

My attention snaps to him as he approaches the clock, gently lifting it from its perch and placing it beneath his desk. Its ticking fades, until silence. I watch him, a renewed attention to his jugular now apparent. He seems smug, proud to have gained my attention, albeit focused more upon his neck rather than the words he spat.

“As I was saying, we’ve decided to move you to a new ward. We believe your progre…..” I want my clock back. I miss the ticks… the tocks… I hear it scream to me, begging me for freedom. Its monotonous cries ring out from the obscure darkness beneath the desk.

I can’t stop. Why would I? It needs help – freedom from the darkness. I grab the first thing I can grasp – a wooden chair to the right of me. Before I know it, he’s on the floor, writhing in pain amongst the wooden splinters of my deceased weapon. I move to my hands, believing them to be equally as efficient for attacking.

Two o'clock, five minutes, and 34 seconds: I’m in a room like no other in which I have ever been before. The icy padding cushions are soft to the touch, like pillows. The clocks sent me to this land of disturbed. There's no clocks anywhere in sight, but I can still hear the faint humming of their song. In the end, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does.

[Satiine]

Here's a story I wrote about one of my deersserts, Khira (featuring my other beloved deerssert, Viktoria):

“Khira! Can you come to my place after school? I’ve got something so cool to show you.”
Khira lifted her head from her drawing to glance at her friend, tossing her hair away from her eyes. “I wish I could, but my mom told me to come home as soon as possible, a guest is coming over.”
“Oh, too bad. Maybe another day!” her friend said.
Nodding, Khira tucked her drawing away. “I’d love to.”
“Great, see you later!” Swapping jokes with another deerssert, Khira’s friend left.
A soft sigh escaped Khira as the room quieted down. There were lots of times when she loved the loud, busy bustle of a crowd and the casual, spirited banter, but today wasn't exactly one of those days. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was the pressing mystery and suspense of who the guest was. Or rather, the secret hopes Khira had of who it was. She hadn't confided in anyone yet, the chances were practically nonexistent.
“Hey!” a voice exclaimed.
Khira snapped around, finding herself face-to-face with her friend Viktoria. "Whoa there, you scared me!"
"Sorry," Viktoria said. "Got anything you're doing this afternoon?"
At the mention of this afternoon, Khira tightened up again. "Yeah. My mom said a guest was coming over."
"Any idea who?" Viktoria asked, idly playing with the string of pink pearls around her neck.
“My mom never told me,” Khira said truthfully, then stopped before blurting out. “Though I might have a faint idea, but it’s really unlikely…”
The two deersserts made their way out of the room. “Who do you think it is?” Viktoria asked.
Khira paused again, fidgeting awkwardly. Indecision tugged and pulled within her. After a moment, the side insisting that telling the truth was better won. “Well… I submitted a painting of mine to an art competition. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try, and it was fun to do the painting.” Khira took a deep breath. “They said that the winner would be visited shortly before the results were officially announced, and the results are being announced tomorrow. I don’t think it is though, it couldn’t-”
“Oh, I’m positive you won!” Viktoria interrupted. “You’re the best artist around, how could you not?”
“There are lots of other great artists.” Khira shook her head. “I’m just dreaming, my painting was good but not nearly good enough to win.”
Viktoria stopped. “Don’t be ridiculous, Khi. I’m positive that you won, you’ll see when you get home today." She glanced at a nearby clock. "Oh, I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow as a newly proclaimed competition winner!”
Before Khira could protest at all, Viktoria had left, dissolving into the crowd.
She's got so much confidence in me, Khira thought. I wish I didn't have to let her down, but I truly don't believe I won.
-----------XOXO-----------
The moment Khira stepped into her home, Kazi, her adopted kitten, came scampering towards her, wearing a miffed expression on her face and a purple and blue bow around her neck. Laughing, Khira scooped Kazi up. "Hey there, you little rascal," she said fondly. "Did Mom try to pretty you up? You hate that bow, don't you?"
"Yes, she does." Khira looked up to see her mother, who was beaming for an unknown reason. "But now, Khira, I'd like you to meet our special guest." She stepped to a side, and a stag smiled brightly at Khira.
"I don't know you…" Khira said slowly. Realizing how rude she sounded, she hurriedly corrected herself. "I'm sorry, I mean, could I get your name?"
He laughed. "Not a problem. I'm the representative of the art museum you submitted your painting to. I'm happy to announce that you were chosen as the winner!"
"Oh," Khira said. "Oh!" She felt like her heart was lifting up with a thrilling speed, carrying all her hopes and dreams to reality. "I… I'm so privileged to have won. I really can't believe it, I just…"
Khira's mother's smile grew wider, if that could even be possible. "Quite an exciting shock, isn't it? Let's get to the dining room and discuss everything where we can sit."
Khira paused before she entered the dining room and looked at her mother. "Mom," she said, her eyes shining. "Thank you so much for supporting me, and for… just everything. I love you."
"I love you too," her mother responded softly. "Dreams do come true, don't they?"

This character does not belong to me, but here's a story I wrote about a Fern Puff --
"Gianna! Hey, Gianna!"
A small brown fern puff timidly raised her head to see who it was. After realizing that it was not one of her friends calling her and that it was in fact, the opposite of a friend, the fern puff - Gianna - quickly turned away.
"Look!" The voice called out again. "She's running away. Finally, she understands that her ideas are stupid! Run, Gianna, run! Nobody likes you." Laughter rang out.
At one point, Gianna would have dared to straighten herself and say something back. But as time went on, she wondered why she bothered. Sometimes, what they said was true. Her father had disappeared when she was young, and maybe - maybe it was like the other fern puffs said, that he didn't want Gianna and that he'd left because of her. And yes, maybe her ideas of journeying out of the deep forest were "idiotic" or "seed-brained". The fern puffs stayed in the deep forest, where they were never bothered, and lived in peace. Gianna often fantasized living somewhere where the sun was not filtered by many layers of leaves, of a place where the air was clean and fresh. "Ridiculous" was what the other fern puffs said.
She was tugged back to reality by the harsh cries of the other fern puffs her age. "Gianna, let's go journey out in the sun! Yay, it'll be so fun, we'll all get killed! That's what you want, right? For the fern puff community to get hunted down!" someone jeered.
"Yeah, no wonder your father hated you. You're really stupid, Gianna. You know that?" someone else chimed in.
Another fern puff giggled. "Gianna the seed-brain, Gianna the seed-brain!" she chanted. "The one that nobody wants!"
"Maybe she should leave. Leave so everyone else is happier!"
Gianna felt her heart sinking and twisting more and more with every taunt. "Stop it," she managed softly. The other fern puffs didn't seem to hear her. "Gianna, the seed-brain, Gianna the seed-brain..."
"Stop it," Gianna whispered again. Then, as mocking laughter broke out again, she turned and fled back to her mother, the only fern puff left who cared for her.
"Mom!" she wailed as she scampered up the tree trunk. Tears were brimming in her eyes, she couldn't stop them. It hurt. They wanted it to hurt.
"Gianna, is it them again?" her mother murmured, stroking Gianna with her tail.
Gianna only nodded and burrowed against her mother, closing her sapphire-blue eyes and wishing that she didn't exist.
"Gi, don't worry. Don't listen to them. Block them out, hold your head high. Because they don't matter, angel. None of their opinions matter. They say it because they're jealous."
"Why would anyone be jealous of me?" Gianna mumbled.
"Why wouldn't they?" her mother asked gently. "I'm telling you, chase your dreams. Face your fears. Let them know they have to stop. Be confident. Because you matter, Gi. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. You're the sweetest, brightest, fern puff that I know..."
Her mother's soft voice coaxed Gianna into a restless sleep that gradually deepened, until she... found herself in a bright glade. The grass rustled under her feet, and when she looked up, the sky was blue, bluer than she ever imagined could be possible. And the blue... matched the eyes of the fern puff looking warmly at her. "Gianna, my daughter," he said.
"Father?" Gianna gasped in disbelief.
"Yes, it's me." He chuckled.
Gianna's heart soared, then plummeted. "Why did you leave?" she asked accusingly.
Her father - could it really be her father? He shared the same markings as her, and the same eyes... - frowned. "I didn't want to. I wish I could have stayed with you. But life planned differently, and now I watch you from above."
"You watch me get bullied." Gianna summarized her life.
"I watch you grow. I watch you improve. I watch those fern puffs try to bring you down." Her father's eyes hardened at the mention of "those fern puffs". "Some may have been broken long before now. But Gianna, you've held strong. And keep holding strong. Chase your dreams. Face your fears..." He was fading away, along with the beautiful glade. "...I love you..."
For a while, Gianna slept peacefully. When she woke up in the morning, she bounced to her feet with determination. She would chase her dreams. She would face her fears. And she would not be brought down ever again.

"Ohh, Gianna! Gianna the seed-brain!" A collection of young fern puffs sneered at her from a branch above.
"Hello, Autumn," Gianna said brightly, smiling at the fern puff directly above her.
Autumn looked slightly disoriented. "What do you mean, seed-brain?" she asked.
Gianna began walking in the opposite direction, her head held high and her tail aloft. "I mean that it's a great morning for me, and I mean that I hope you have a great morning too!"
Silence greeted her.
"Seed-brain, seed-brain-" someone began to chant, but Autumn cut him off with an odd tone to her voice. "Stop it- I mean, let's go do something else."
And from that day on, Gianna was never bullied again. In fact, Autumn became one of her closest friends, and one day, the two of them found the glade where Gianna's father had appeared to her. Her scars from the hate shown to her were there, on her heart. But she forgot, forgave, and lived her life.

Aaand… I hope I'm not being annoying with too much writing at this point, but one of my commissioned poems for a JBD tryout:

Solitude
can be a wonderful place.
Away from the agitation of others,
I can be free,
and I can be me.
Where my word is law
without a struggle.
Sometimes I don't know
what good will come out of
a social life.
After all,
I can't say I'm patient,
and I won't lie
that I'm easygoing.
Being a leader isn't as easy
as you think.
Manipulation, persuasion,
an iron will, and dominance
are key.
My secrets are mine to keep,
to hold close,
to never reveal.
That lesson I learned
young, and I'll never
forget.

[Beaniebunny]

Mother told me not to worry about the new railroad but of course I just couldn`t help myself, it was large. Unlike anything I could even imagine and stunk, there were loads of people with bags and just waiting for the signal to get on. The smoke burned my eyes and made it hard to breath but mother told me I would get used to it. I was wearing my best dress and had on my nice hat to match, I had packed a lot of my things but Papa told me I wouldn`t be able to bring everything. So, here I stood papa and mother standing on ether side of me as we waited, the dawn slowly creeping up on us and shining the sun straight into my eyes, but I felt great. Nervous dreadfully nervous, packed together next to our neighbors the Crackets but I still felt great the nervousness must come from the excitement also brewing inside of my very being, I looked around wide eyed as suddenly we were called to be let on. Mr.Creaner Cracket made a joke about Indians attacking us on the way to our new home but I shrugged it off, he always tried to send mother and his daughters into a fright. I held up my dress as I board the train, father got the suit cases on and we all got our own seat in first class.
After a while all of us were on board and the train gave a few whistles before slowly moving forward, I glanced back into the middle class section and there were more then two to each seat, but they all looked happy and excited besides a few older gentlemen who seemed a little, I dare say, up tight. After a long while I was bored already a couple of men have pulled out cards to play and some women chose to watch, I looked out the window and sighed completely and utterly already done with this long ride. Papa said it would take a few months till we get to where we would be going, it is the end of fall. I sit alone watching the leaves fall and float in the wind, shivering from the chill. Mother wraps a blanket around me and we still move forward. The hours bled into days and day into weeks. I never felt so disconnected I felt like I was in a bad dream, afraid to tell someone but not so as to ignore it but face the dream directly. It was getting so cold, the fist snowfall hit us and slowed the train down to a stop. The staff then picked out a choice few middle and lower class gentle men to go help dig it out, I counted thirty seven went out but when they came back on to train only a stern thirty five came back.
I herd rumors of Indians outside so I gave a peek out the window and to my surprise there were quite a few, they looked angry and were riding horses along the track. Mother made me go back to sleep so I don`t know what was to happen of them but I imagine they must have left.It`s been about a month since we boarded the train and I can`t help to think this isn`t as nice as papa has promised it, I haven`t showered in days and food was always a problem, whenever the train made a stop was the only time we could buy more food or even just stretch our legs. The winter was harsh and many fell ill we have had a few who will never reach the new place.Although the train still moves taking us closer and closer to the new home. Papa said that he will make a lot of money for us but i`m still not sure if it was really worth this dreadfully long ride. The tracks seemed endless and I just wanted to run alongside the train, to be free for even a little while. But we wait still and I can`t help but cry because I could eat but always feel hunger deep in my belly I hope we get there soon.
The train stopped, needed repairs the staff had told us. The snow had long gone but the icy wind and bitter cold remained. I sat shivering as I watched passengers get off to help staff do certain things with repairs. It was unfair and I told papa but he told me to shoosh it and take a nap. I`ve been napping and being bored out of my mind the whole time and it perturbs me he would suggest for me to nap some more. I stood up and walked up and down the aisle until told to sit down. I miss being able to walk where I please and not being able to breath fresh air. As soon as I got off this train I will run, despite what mother says, I will run a lot and no one would be able to stop me.
I have had a cough for a while, illness isn`t rare on this train but it is good we have less then two weeks left, we all celebrated and well the rest of the ride was pretty smooth. There were still a lot of sick people but we were now in as they call it the "Wild West." We still aren`t at our stop yet but we are really close all through the journey I was bored or just sleepy and homesick but now I was excited. Less then a days time I was told, less then a day and I can get off and run around, just breath in the air of my new home. The whole rest of the train ride I was a ball of energy and could hardly sleep, papa made sure our bags were in order and mama spent time brushing out my hair. Finally the train stopped and let out one last whistle to signal it`s last stop, people poured out of the train and me being one of them. I stood still, taking in my new surroundings before smiling and taking a leap into the air. I hope papa was right about our new home, hopefully it was worth that dreadful train ride. [i have another story coming]

[Kaniyaru]

Where all the Socks went
Did you ever wonder why you are always missing one sock? But not only one, to be exact, you miss hundreds of socks. They just diasappeared one day. Did you wonder where they went? Let me explain...

Let's start with the beginning, the start of a sock's journey. If you buy new socks, your wear them of course. You run around with them, maybe with or without shoes, and after some time they get dirty.
Then you've got to wash them. And because we are modern people, we put our socks into the washer. And then we put it on and just walk away. And this is, whre the disappearing starts.
As soon as the washer is put on, a little portal begins to open at the back of it. In the beginning, it's small and nothing goes through it. Then it grows bigger, and after some time it stops growing. It's a portal to an other dimension, and it sucks in your socks. But always only one of each pair.
It's not possible to explain why it does that, but i can explain why it only sucks in socks and not your shirts, pants or the washer itself. It's simple:
The socks are the only thing in the washer that have the right volumic mass to go through the protal. It might not sound very logical, but it's true. Every sock has the same volumic mass.

Okay, now your sock is on the other side. But couldn't it just go back the way it came? The answere is no, unfortunately the portal only works in one direction but not the other way around. So you won't see your sock again. Ever.
You may want to wash your favourite socky by hand from now on.

Monster in my closet
There is a monster in my closet!" The little boys face was wet from his tears. He was only four years old, still just a little kid.

"Don't worry, darling." the mother said. "I'm sure it's nothing."

The little boy started to cry again.

"There is a monster! I swear, i saw it!" He couldn't believe the mother wouldn't at least check. Didn't she see how scared her son was?

"Go back to sleep." she said instead of checking the closet. "It's late, you should be asleep long ago."

But the boy was still crying.

"I don't want to!" he cried. "I'm scared of the monster!"

"You must have been dreaming. There are no monsters in closets." She said with a calm voice.

"It will eat me." the boy said and tears dropped down to the ground.

"Do what your mother says." the father mumbled with his fife in his mouth.

The boy walked back to his room. Why won't they listen to him? He looked over to the closet. The door was open, just a bit. He crawled back in his bed and hided under the blanket.

Anger filled his little heart. Anger at his parents. Don't they care about their son?

If the monster comes out, he thought, i hope it eats them first!

meh i hope you like them :T

[Alindrik]

When I try to trade you ( Nuregami) it says that the requested user does not exist.
What do I do?

[.the slayer]

Right well this is the start of my brand new story, and part of the first chapter. Please don't steal anyone!

Matt in Mah

Chapter 1
The golden cat approached the boat wearily, uncertain of his destiny and his fate. He was tired from his travels-he had been walking non-stop for at least two hours already-and when he saw the great ship docked at the harbour he imagined the cool breeze on his fur, the silence of the lower decks compared to the hustle and bustle of the upper decks. He yawned loudly, his fangs sparkling in the sun's opaque rays. Gaining confidence, he strolled up the gangplank and onto the ship.
No one noticed him, as he had expected, apart from a young girl of about 4 or 5. Her hair shone golden and her eyes glistened blue. She looked sleepily at him, and they regarded each other half-hardheartedly. He was a little subdued from the heat of the day and the amount he had walked, so he quickly lost interest in the human girl and wandered down a short flight of stairs to the kitchen. Although he had never been on a ship before, the realms of Mah had taught him all he needed to know. He trotted through the kitchens, down a longer flight of stairs and into a store room. There were sacks of corn and flour-supplies being taken to Egypt-which looked comfortable, and he stepped delicately onto the largest, padding it down before curling up in a ball. He was asleep within minutes, and soon he was within the realms of Mah, the World of Dreams.
"So, you found the boat, huh?" said a cheeky voice, "Well done, congrats. You are doing well. Your next task will become clear when the moon is full, but for now you are needed in the Waking World. So awaken, good kitten, and I will see you soon-very soon!”
Matt, the golden cat, awoke with a start. His eyes were wide, his fur pricked in fear. He had visited Mah many times before, and he knew the calm voice too-it was Kaal, his Mah guide-but he knew Kaal’s warnings always meant danger. His last warning had resulted in the scratch under his left eye; an enemy tribe had tried to take over his clan, the Skit clan, and Kaal had tried to warn him. He had been young and weak then, but he thought himself to be stronger and braver now, although Kaal may have had something to say about that claim.
Since he could remember, he had been taught that Kaal was his superior and that he should always listen to him. They had said he was a wise spirit of Mah, blessed with the responsibility of being Matt’s guardian and guide. Eventually, they said, you will join him as a permanent resident in Mah, guiding and protecting a young Skit kitten like himself and introducing them to the World of Dreams.
Kaal was more than his guardian; he was also his closest friend. Yes, he had had other friends when he was very young, but after he had reached the age of 1 year it was his fate to go on a long journey to The Sacred Land of Cats, renamed Egypt by the humans. He would only be allowed to return to his clan if he gained the blessing of Bast, the cat goddess worshipped by the Ancient Egyptians. Then he would have a choice: return to his clan to start a family or continuing to travel until he settled in a new clan to start a family there instead.
The creaking of a human walking amidst the sacks startled Matt, and he leaped off his sack and into a dark, shadowy corner of the room. His heart pounded; he had been trained to despise humans and their petty existence. Although the different tribes had many different views on certain delicate subjects, they shared the same opinion of humans: they were puny weaklings and did not deserve the title of dominant race. Matt had been taught to share these views to, and for the most part he abided by the strict rules regarding the humans. However, sometimes he was curious and he would think about them and their unusual ways. He realised now they were only weak because nature was not their ally.
Matt had taken the Human Oath on the morning before he left the clan:
“I, Matt of Kit Clan, hereby declare that I shall never be owned.
I promise I shall stay loyal to my clan no matter what clan I am a resident of.
I swear that I shall never reside in the home of a human, no matter how desperate I am.
I swear to belong to no one, only myself and my clan.
I swear I shall never join forces with a human.
I promise to swear by every word in this oath.”
It was tradition, although Matt wasn’t pleased by the promises he had made. They could result in some seriously sticky situations...
As the human retreated from the store room, Matt crept away. He went lower and lower into the boat until he found a deserted, dark and damp room. It may have been a little uncomfortable, but it felt like home. He lay there until late into the night, remembering his old home and how safe he felt there, amidst so many cats the same as him. They all had black-rimmed eyes and golden fur, with a long tail and large, pointed ears to match. He was silky-smooth, but when he got cross he puffed up his fur and spiked up his tail; everyone said he looked very menacing and some of the kittens cowered away from him when his father told him to practise.
When the boat was eerily quiet and the seagulls outside could no longer be heard, Matt slunk quietly up the stairs until he was out in the coal-black night, with the sound of the waves lapping against the boat’s prow. During the day, he had hardly heard rippling waves, but the otherwise-silent night illuminated the placid noise and made it seem violent and vicious. The scent of human beings lurked in every corner like ghosts, waiting for their bodies to return to them in the waking hours. Matt felt uneasy in the presence of so many smells.
He padded silently to the prow, where the empty ocean stretched out before him. His home in Greece seemed a long way away now, and his final destination was near; he could sense it. He could not determine how long he had been asleep-sometimes he was in Mah for minutes, but sometimes it was days-and now he was beginning to fear what awaited him when he left the comfort of the ferry. He didn’t know what to expect; he only hoped it was Egypt, home of cats, as at least then his surroundings may accept him and there would be other cats...he hoped. If not, he was destined to die of dehydration, or just go mad from exhaustion.
When he had left his home, he had felt nervous. When he caught sight of the ferry, he felt braver, stronger-like this was what he was meant to do. But all of a sudden, uncertainty slunk from his subconscious, making his fur spike up and his tail swish.
His uncertainty was only enlarged when he stepped off the boat. He was greeted by scorching sands and people with machines moving boxes and crates. It was loud, to say the least, and Matt felt intimidated by everyone and everything.

[Snowtater]

The shadows grew faster as she ran. They covered the field ahead surrounding her in pitch black. Then the growls came followed by pair after pair of vicious red eyes. Katy Amberly was scared to death they were coming and they wouldn't give up. She looked around for something to climb. But it was a field there was just grass. The eyes caved in she saw the leader, he was a black dog with a scar running down his face. He stepped forward a menacing smile on his face. He was mad and Katy knew why.

She turned around and ran there was no where to hide, no where to go. The shadows surrounded her more dogs followed. All with red eyes all under the black dog's power. Katy tripped over a root where there were roots there were trees! She looked up to see a big red wood tree. Quickly she started climbing knowing the black dog would wait till she came down. She had no choice. She got to a big thick branch and decided to take a rest.

Howls of fury came from below, more dogs gathered. Their red eyes glowing in the moonlight. Their thick, knotted fur darkening as the shadows flowed over. Only the black dog was left sitting, and watching. He knew Katy would come down some time, there was no food, no water.

Katy looked up a strange figure popped out above her. She took a closer look to find it was a baby raccoon. Watching patiently. Relieved Katy fell back into the tree, tired and lonely she fell asleep. That night she replayed what she did to make the dogs mad.

She was out exploring in the forest when she came across some blackberries. She gathered some in her backpack and started heading the way she came. A black dog started growling at her his menacing red eyes forced her to turn around. She started running, the black dog made a lunge at grabbing her but cut a hole in her backpack instead. Her knife popped out and cut the dog giving him a scar. Howling a dropped backwards giving Katy a head start. She dropped her back pack knowing it would be extra weight and headed for the field.

(Sorry it's a bit long :3)

[Skeleton-Clique]

I love writing, this is a story I have been working on


Chapter One


"HAHAHAHAHA" Aspen ( The Butter Goddess Fairy ) laughed as she used a magical potion to turn her roomate Megan ( Ghost ) into a fat version of her.
" I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!" Megan yelled at her whiled chasing her through the house.
"What will Bob ( Megans husband; Vampire with a blue mustache ) say when he sees me like this?!?!?!?!? we just got engaged 2 days ago! What if he calls off the wedding?" Megan was furious and wanted to slap Aspen right accrost the face.
"Oh come on, it was just a prank. Lighten up. It'll wear off in a few days." Aspen struggled saying as she was giggling so much.
"I'm going to Kisha's ( The local fairy potions store Owner ). Hopefully there is a simple potion that will undo this." Megan walked past Aspen, stomping.
"Are you taking the Jeep?" Aspen asked.
"No, i'll take the LLAMA ( A machine that can telepot you to other LLAMA's ) its much quicker than driving. "Remember, we can only use it ten times a day. We already used it eight times today." Aspen reminded her.
"Dont worry, it's already 9:30 I dont think we'll need it after this." Megan replied.
Megan walked outside and entered the LLAMA and was instantly teleported to Kisha's Potion Brewery Shop.
"Hey Megam, what brings you here today?" Kisha asked, restocking the shelves not noticing Megan was fat.
"Um.. Take a look." Megan replied.
"Woa! what happened to you?" Kisha exclaimed.
"Well, Aspen thought it would be funny to prank me by putting a potion to make me fat in my coffee. Do you have a potion or spell that would undo that or one that turnes me back to normal, or makes me skinny again?" Megan franticially told her.
"Woa woa woa. Calm down Megan. I'll see if I have any Undo-O in the back." Kisha said in a calming tone. Kisha unlocked the back door to the storage and walked toards the "U" labled file cabinet. She opened the cabinet, and found the Undo-O section. There wasn't any left in stock. She walked back towards Megan.
"I'm sorry Megan, but we dont have any left. Its very hard to get in stock and we wont get any in stock untill December."
"WHAT? December? Thats two monts!" Megan paced back and forth furiously. "Ok, ok, I remember Aspen telling me it would wear off in a few days." Megan said getting more excited.
"Well... That can be true in some cases. If it doesnt wear off by wednesday, come over to my house and I can see if I can undo it myself." Megan sighs, and starts walking back to the LLAMA.
"Well, thanks anyways Kisha. I'll call you on Tuesday night." Megan entered the LLAMA and was instantly teleported back to her house. As Megan walked upstairs, her dog Anastasia nuzzled against her leg, sensing that something was wrong.
"Oh, Hi Anastasia. How is it my sweet girl?" Anastasia barked at Megan, in a calming dog tone.
"Hey Megan." Aspen said from her bedroom.
"Oh. Hey Aspen. Hows Britany?" Megan asked.
"She's fine. I think she'll have her puppies on Wednesday." Aspen replied
"Speaking of Wednesday, Kisha said that if this doesnt wear off by Tuesday, to call her and to go see her on Wednesday and she will try to undo this stupid potion. They were all out of Undo-O."Megan told Aspen as she was entering the bathroom to brush her teeth for the night.
"Thats good. Hey, I'm sorry about the coffee and the potion. I was just trying to be funny. I'll pay for everything from Kisha." Aspen told her in a soft tone.
"No, no its ok. I can pay for it. Like you said you were just trying to be funny." Megan insisted.
"No. I'll pay. Theres nothing you can do to stop me. Dont even try." Aspen said in a slightly mean tone.
"Alright, alright." Megan said as she was putting toothpaste on her toothbrush.




Chapter 2

Megan woke up to the oh so smokey smell of bacon. She woke up yawning, she put on her robe, made her bed and hobbled down the stairs.
"Morning sleepy head." Aspen greeted Megan as she was frying bacon and scrambling eggs for breakfast.
"Why are you up so early? And why are you making breakfast? I usually just go get some breakfast burritos from Freddy ( The owner of the local breakfast diner.).
Megan asked curiously.
"Well, I felt bad about yesterday and I wanted to make it up to you." Aspen replied in a sorry tone.
"Aspen, I told you, I'm fine. I'm sure this will all wear off by Tuesday."
"But what will happen when you go to work? Are ou going to call in sick?" Aspen asked in a curious tone.
"CRAP! I didnt even think of that! I better call right now!" Megan said as she was running back upstairs to grab her cellphone

[burgurs]

I am taking my usual stroll through the forest that surrounds my home. Poco and I love to listen to the birds around dusk so it is always late when we head out. This night the forest is different. I see no signs of the rabbits or the hawks that are normally out, but I just brush it off thinking that it is autumn and they are starting to move on for the winter.
All of a sudden Poco hears something in the distance and runs off in that direction to investigate. I figure it is just a squirrel and call him back. Then I hear him cry and frantically run off in that direction. I find him standing still, paralyzed with fear. The birds have gone completely silent. I see no sign of what scared him but I have no intention of sticking around to find out. I scoop him up in my arms and dash back to the trail, not slowing down until I get home.
I make it back home exhausted and out of breath but safe, or so I believe. I go inside and release the stunned dog. I bolt the door closed and go to do the same to the door in the back. As I pass through the den I get the surprise of my life to find someone sitting on my couch.
He says, “Oh, your back! Did you enjoy you’re your walk?”
I look him up and down taking notice of his flowing blond hair, strikingly pale skin, brilliant violet eyes that seem to glow, and his extended canine teeth. His face is both beautiful and frightening.
He stands up and walks toward me. I can see he is dressed very well in a dark velvet coat with delicate hand carved buttons. He carries himself with a certain arrogance. His eyes seem to hold my gaze and upon closer inspection I can see that one is a deeper purple that the other.
“You are correct my dear,” he says as if he can read my thoughts.
“Allow me introduce myself. I am Lestat De Lioncourt.” he says. “I am here to give you the choice I never had.”
He come forward an places his hand on my cheek and i feel a shiver run through my body. He is freezing cold even though its at least seventy degrees inside. I realized why he seemed familiar. He was a vampire. I see him smiling an I know he is reading my mind again.


I'm still working on this one.