COVT - Claudia Complex by MoonSpider95, literature
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COVT - Claudia Complex
Cecile McMillan died years ago, or at least that's what it feels like sometimes. I don't think I can ever forgive Dorian for what those dreams did to my brother. Making me of all people torture him. My death was bad enough. Why did he have to endure it? Why can't my turning be the worst thing he had to deal with? Joss can't stand mom and dad anymore. I can't either, to tell the truth. That's why I went away with Patty, because she's like how mom used to be. But, what Joss doesn't realize is that he is just as broken.
When he was being trained as a Slayer, they broke his spirit. But those dreams using my image broke him mind and soul. I can s
High school had never given me a sense of ideal appearance or a moment of having all eyes on me in a gorgeous, one-of-a-kind outfit. Now, within my dorm, in front of my mirror, I finally have a use for make-up. Disguised as someone else, I feel sensational at last.
Anime, horror, and academics had never melted together so perfectly before my eyes. The characters that some writer brought into this world, with my envious idolization, can be brought forth with the right amount of fake blood and wigs. L from Death Note. Grell from Black Butler. Prince Baka from Level E. Maybe combine looks a bit? L’s hair with Jeff the Killer’s Chels
Miscellaneous Poetry III by MoonSpider95, literature
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Miscellaneous Poetry III
“Moving Forward”
Music in each beat
With five small dancers
To hold upright
All that sways above
In an unconscious state.
A course outer coating
Will either pass over each obstruction
Or add aching rudiments to your days.
Either way
Each beat will be a routine risk.
“Reflex”
A jab to your face,
To your stomach,
To your chest,
To push you further away.
A simple bend and fold
To be my ultimate defense.
I don’t want to hurt you
But what else to do when provoked?
“Openness”
When something smells off
You adjust soon enough.
To keep you closed,
So much taste is lost.
You are needed
Doppelgangers are a part of the hidden history natures mixes with the supernatural. It is said that meeting your own doppelganger is an omen for misfortune or death. Abraham Lincoln is one of the few famous enough to note such an account. It is said that while he was running for his second term, he rested uneasily one night; he saw his own double from the mirror, standing at the other side of the room, watching with a sickly expression. His wife knew what this meant. As we all know, he never finished his second term in office.
Unique and disturbing examples of historical doubles followed in the young lady’s presentation. However, Jan
Stranger
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Only a breath of air escaped the young woman's throat. She could have been drunk for all he knew, though she didn't smell of alcohol, only the sweet scent of a perfume he could never hope to know, as he took her in his arms and held her steady while her blood flowed past the unnaturally long incisors and down the creature's gullet. By the time he finished, the girl was unconscious and her body was left completely vulnerable; what was the man to do but lay her down, allow her to recuperate? The trashcans lined along the alleyway served as a hospital bed for the bystander to regain her energy. He constantly thoght of apolog
Miscellaneous Poetry II by MoonSpider95, literature
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Miscellaneous Poetry II
Home
~~~~~
I see a pristine,
organized classroom,
a lived-in but neat
dorm room,
and lush green
surroundings
with
modest buildings
to learn in.
I hear daily chatter,
a helpful voice
full of concern,
and a teacher's
guiding lectures
to lead me to
the future.
I remember a
broken home,
a loving family,
and a smell that
wouldn't quite
go away.
I remember
money
being the biggest
concern
and the rumors,
pointing and mocking
of high school adults
knowing when one is
different.
I remember
when that used to
matter.
Where I Am From
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am from a dingy green house
that had turned white with age
Ranger Roleplay Part 14 - And Fight They Shall by MoonSpider95, literature
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Ranger Roleplay Part 14 - And Fight They Shall
Fai kept the letter to himself, politely plucking it out of Zero's hands, allowing Edward and Tamaki to read from behind him.
"W-what...?" Tamaki was nearly in tears again. "Surely there is a safer way to entertain our audience..."
Edward could not hide his excitment. "Finally! A part of this show that I can get behind!"
Dark has given up his search for the phantom and rested his arm on the shrimp's head, though said shorty was steaming from the indignity. The theif was pleased by this news too. He called back to Spirit, who was using a cell phone to plead with his daughter.
"Hey Spirit, you wanna come see this?"
"Maka, I'm sorry~! I kno
What skill with your hand you do lightly draw,
connecting lines to form dazzling dreams,
without being able to make a flaw.
Sparks fly in your magic, persistant eyes,
creating a new world in your image,
with confidence that reaches new highs.
Your efforts always seem unrewarded,
the public turning a cold, blind eye,
with nothing to keep your ego fed.
But what dif'rent message is seen in scribes?
Nothing but a meaningless textbook here.
A school's reading has no creative vibes.
A generation that does not read out,
only wants to see words in the pictures,
though there are those who read Poe's works about.
Though literature can on
Death Note/Corpse Party Chat: A Virtual Ritual by MoonSpider95, literature
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Death Note/Corpse Party Chat: A Virtual Ritual
Strawberry101: L
PotatoChipluver: Light Yagami
GameBoy: Matt
ChocolateBear: Mello
Domino7: Near
Matsui: Matsuda
GirlintheRedDress: Sachiko Shinozaki
OneBloodyEye: Yuki Kanno
NightNurse: Yoshie Shinozaki
BlackJacket17: Yoshiki Kishinuma
SchoolgirlBFF: Naomi Nakashima
GirlintheRedDress logged on
Strawberry101 logged on
PotatoChipluver logged on
Matsui logged on
PotatoChipluver: Matsuda, what the hell are you looking up on the computer?
Strawberry101: Don't you have enough porn to look at, Light?
Matsui: Ugh, you guys! It's something cool I found cuz of Misa. ^_^ You know how one of her friends liked to make occult videos? Well,
2013 Writing Tmt III: Power of the Mind by MoonSpider95, literature
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2013 Writing Tmt III: Power of the Mind
Merlin's Illusionary Summer Camp
It seemed ironic to use a supposedly real wizard's name for a camp of beings without true magic, perhaps even dishonorable. Illusions were only illusions, after all. But there was no cheesy Lass Vegas magic either. The students admitted there were truly gifted magicians.
Contrary to its name, the magicians were not always illusionists either. Some practitioners studied wicca, alchemy, or voodoo. These actual manifestations of magic were included in the cirriculum to appeal to a wider audience. Such a kindly name to gathering had, too. It was not so much a summer camp as it was an instructionary institution.