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I'll most likely read teh story if it doesn't have yaoi... but anyone else will read if this style works if I don't get to read it.

I hope this works for everyone.

Summary: Kimiko Anenokiji is a number 5 demon hunter, and she's up there with the top officials. When she finds a boy crying in the alley and takes him to the exorcism place, her life changes forever. But for the better or worst is soon to be found out...

Extra tadbit about the summary: I don't think there's much more to say about the summary...

Preview: Speeding through the streets, Kimiko seemed to sense some intense demonic energy. It quickened her heart beat to the point that it became immensely uncomfortable for Kimiko. She had to change her route. Something this strong could not be avoided and it was her duty, as a number five demon hunter, to bring any demons and threats to attention and get them properly executed.

Her senses led her to a dark, abandoned alley. The ground was wet with what could be either rain or urine, but you couldn’t be sure about things like that in alley like this one. Kimiko climbed off her motorcycle gradually, turning the engine off and leaning it against the alley wall. This was a neighborhood of poverty and daily thievery and most people would have to be out of their minds to leave an advanced model motorcycle leaning against a wall, but there was no way your average thief could get away from a demon hunter.

Kimiko kept walking and walking until she finally reached a boy lying on his stomach, coughing up something that looked like blood and crying silent tears. Kimiko’s sense instantly stopped when she kneeled beside him; that could only mean that this was her source; that this helpless, dying young man was an intense demon. She couldn’t believe it, but business was business. Kimiko grabbed hold of the same spear used to kill the last demon and started to stab him in the back. The boy started talking, coughing up small amounts of blood as he spoke.

“I made daddy mad...end of the world...daddy’s mad.”

(Sorry Probably not the best preview)

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2310086/1/

I hope you somewhat like it. And there is definately no Yaoi.

Summary: Cassie has never made a mistake. Miss perfection in a nutshell. That was until the Transylvania case. She thinks that no one knows her secret, but someone out there knows what she did...and they want revenge.

Extra tadbit about the summary: I always suck at summing up this story, and I have to admit the number of words looks intimidating. It is around 1/5 complete, and needs severe editing, but I wanted to get the story out first.

Preview: Cassandra lowered herself to the pavement, avoiding the blows of the thin bull whip that could easily slice her in half if at the correct speed. Commando crawled a few meters forwards, the texture of the floor aggravating her elbows. The street was almost pitch black, except for the flashlight that had been hit out of her hand minutes before.

She let out a deafening wail as the thin strip of leather beat her lower back. Tears obscured her vision for a split second.

The silver cross round her neck was now across on the other side of the road, and she found herself crawling frantically towards it and wrapping it round her wrist. She felt slight embarrassment at that, being so sentimental over a piece of jewellery. But it had more than just sentimental value, it had kept her safe and aided her physiologically. The monster was eyeing her movements suspiciously, concerned that she was about to try and pull something off.

Cassie rolled quickly, avoiding a blow to the head from the creature’s free hand. She looked at the monster from an upside down point of view, and saw it had not stopped spinning the whip when it had stuck its arm out.

It let of an ear piercing scream of pain, and Cassie gagged at the red sticky liquid that spurted all over her face. She wiped the blood out of her eyes, and the creature took that split second to throw is dismembered arm at her.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2296928/1/

Not my greatest of works I have to admit.

The story is not about literal knights... as in medieval England. It is called Knights because they are guardians or protectors.

Summary: Two teens in love, but neither know of eachother's love. They are both going to end up on adventure of their lifetime. The adventure would take their emotions places they never thought it would go. The legend of Miracle Knights begins.

The story is actually about more than two people... it has about 5 dfferent teens who are the mian characters. The story takes place in a place called 'Knight Island' which is a new place that is owned by France. The story starts off with two main charcters and lowly moves to more. It is full of romance and as teh story goes on, more suspesne. Comedy... action/adventure...drama... evrythign is involved in this story. It is somewhat deep once the story takes its chance t shine and slowly, it reveals everyone's true personality. Full of surprises.. and full of character developemtnt. Sadly, I haven't got many chapters doen yet but i do know exactly how the story will go.

Preview:

Catsy, once again, felt dreary as she turned to left, then to the right, and all around. 'The Dark Knights are close by!' The tiny ruby red cat ears started twitching and then poked out a little more. She put her hand over her cat ears and started to look around to see if anyone saw them come out. Kari looked and noticed she put her hand over head and thought she mustn’t like the music.

Ken began to sing the next verse and the music stopped and the microphone began to stop working so did like he was trained when things go wrong sing acapella, which sounded prettier that then with the music except some people couldn’t really hear him.

They’re here! They’re here! No! It can’t be! Too much power! How did they get this strong? Catsy felt the ground under her start moving then slowly it became a strong earth quake. Catsy jumped to higher ground and knocked Ken off the stage and told him to run with her. She turned around and saw the saw the school building falling to the ground and then she looked to the innocent Kari, who looked like she was being grabbed by some gravel that was shaped like a huge hand. After she was grabbed, she saw the man in her dream standing on top of it, with his face full of triumph like he was proud of what was going on. Ken looked at Catsy and could’ve faintly sworn that he saw her glow before he saw every body disappear before his very eyes.

She jumped from where she just put him and ran towards the man over the hand. Ken noticing that she wasn’t next to him anymore, ran towards her without thinking about the consequence only about she could get hurt. They ground was coming up and splitting apart only on the school grounds, nowhere else.

The man noticed Ken and smiled a demonic smile and Ken nearly froze when he looked at his smile and those eyes… he had never seen someone like him. Black wings came out the man’s back and began to spread out wide as he yelled:” Trauma of the Dark Knight of Despair!” A large black creature came out on both sides of his wings and joined together and soon had bat wings. It had red eyes that showed despair, pain, hurt, and its body was strong with it’s arms full of muscles. It flew towards Ken in lightning speedgoing right through his body and Ken fell to the ground, unconscious as the ground tried to take his eat his body and swallow him up.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2062182/1/

I hope you like it. please read and review.

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Story: Dark Knight: Haji Escuro Espirito

For the story 'Dark Knight: Haji Escuro Espirito' it is a part of Miracle kNights that bases only one character and that is Haji. Before Haji becomes who he is on Miracle kNigts, this story explains who he was and how he became who he is now.

It is much more darker than Miracle kNights and stays more on the supernatural side along with tragedy. It is sad in nature but veyr interestign to read.

Summary: All who looked upon him saw him as a perfect boy with no problems. His problems were greater than the average. After the death of someone very near to him, he becomes someone that he never dreamed of becoming. he becomes just as his name, a 'dark Spirit.'

Haji has always been different from eevryone... with beauty that no one could truly describe, and powers that hmans can never have. His story is full of twist and many things that everyone would need to learn about him as the story goes on. Why are his parents so cold towards him? Is everything as simple as it seems.

he has always had one love: Julissa. When Julissa is supposedly killed teh Knight of Light, a guardian that is supposed to be good, he would became the knight of darknesss and will give up on anything as long as he coud kill him.

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Haji opened his door slightly to make sure no one was outside his door because his father always came up every time he tried to sneak out the house. No one was out there! He walked like a wolf trying to stalk it’s prey by staying quiet and making no noises as he walked down the stairs. Once he got done to the last couple of steps, he saw a couple of his cousins, the teenagers, walking in loudly and talking about the basketball game that just happened.

They gave him a deadly glare as if they had saw demon before their very eyes and that glaring could kill it. Haji gave them a even worse glare as he hopped the stairs down, knowing that now they know he is down there.

They all gave a fake smile and spoke happily as if they really though about him, saying: "YO! Haji, what’s up… we haven’t talked since, well, forever! Dang, you’ve changed, I bet the girls LOVE you!” They said the last part trying to pretend that they were proud of him too bad their faces showed that they weren‘t proud that ‘girls loved him.’

Haji smiled and waved goodbye saying that he had to do something important. His cousins laughed and kept on calling him foolish and stupid to believe anyone would like him as soon as they door closed and kept on saying his own parents didn’t even care for him.

Haji laughed to himself because he knew exactly what they were doing inside and because he was the one who had them fooled. After realizing that he had got out the house, Haji ran his fastest to a park of where a special person should be waiting for him. He knew that once he left, his cousins would tell his parents that he left, they would come after him because they would know whom he was going to see.

He got to the park out of breath but if someone else ran as much as he did, they would’ve died out of exhaustion. He walked for awhile looking for her… and then he found her. Julissa was her name, and because she had that name, it was one of the most beautiful names he had ever heard or seen anyone with, it was like the scent of roses in the morning. She had long brown hair that went down to the middle of her back, and brown eyes that could light up the night sky. She looked like a young Jennifer Lopez but prettier. She didn’t see him as she was under a small light pole reading a book.

Haji noticed she didn’t notice him and decided to sneak up on her. He jumped on top of a tree and leaped silently like a sniper trying to sneak on it’s prey, and then landed silently behind her. He stood there for a moment and thought about whether he should scare her, surprise, or anything. He decided to just surprise her as happiness entered into his eyes and along with sneakiness. As he put his hands over her mouth while speaking to her in a whisper:” Guess who… you know you should be more aware of who’s around you because I could’ve easily been somebody else-” he smiled a genuine smile which she always thought was sexy.

She turned around with a smile on her face as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips as a blush appeared on her face and his. She then uttered out in a voice barely above a whisper as she flattered him:” I can do that because I know I got you to protect me." She put her hand in his hair and started ruffling it up causing some bangs to appear on his face which he just allowed to happen with a face of pure happiness appeared on his face. She was the only person that could make him feel that; he loved her with all his heart and soul, he would give his life for her if it ever came down to that.

The park was very close to the ocean so they could hear the ocean waves hitting the shore as they walked together hand in hand while she leaned her head on him smiling.

Suddenly they saw six balls of lights staring back at them after they walked for 15 minutes. The balls of lights seemed to be making the noise of a motorcycle’s engine, which was exactly what the balls of light happened to be coming from.

Julissa frowned and closed her eyes because the light was so bright; Haji, on instinct, got into a fighting stance.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Haji Escuro Espirito! How luck are we to find you here!” yelled out a boy with long black dyed hair going down to his shoulders with some of the strangest color contacts. Haji walked closer with no fear within him to see whom he was talking to. He recognized the boy as being someone that he had trusted best friend. He was a punker and a pale one at that; he had a long face and was what you called straight up ugly. His mama couldn’t have found that face to be as nice looking face; he had a ring on his chin and a couple of earrings in his right ear. He wore an open vest showing his rough body that could only belong to a person in the 11th and or 12th grade or happened to be in the wrestling team; he had no sleeves showing that he had a large tattoo of a dragon running down his arms. He took off his vest and revealed a chain hanging off his black pants in which he grabbed with his right hand and used the other to wrap with around his fist.

Another boy was much younger than the last with sky blue eyes that would pierce through someone’s soul, he was very handsome and looked like a rich white kid who wanted to prove he was bad, though he didn’t dress like one. He wore baggy pants and muscle shirt though he wasn’t all that muscular, he was more skinny than muscular but nonetheless he wore because he thought he was buff because of his stomach muscles. He, too, had a weapon but Haji couldn’t comprehend what it was but he knew it looked similar to a gun but it was much too wide to be one. He picked it up from the side of his motorcycle.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2080360/1/

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The ther story is an AU of my story Miracle knights./

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Uhm. I have to do some edititing to my stories before I actually update them because my writing has improved since the time that I have updated them. But, otherwise, it is really good.. takes me a long time to update though.

Summary: King Lucifer's security on the throne is rocked when he learns his own son Tobias is invovled in a plot to overthrow him. Not to mention the rebels who were banished...in a desperate attempt to save a friend from being executed, they all travel back to their village and meet others along the way.

There's also a little random dialogue before and after each chapter for humor purposes.

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“You are all accused of plotting a rebellion against me,” the king sneered, a triumphant grin on his marred features.

“It’s all lies,” a voice hissed. Everyone looked around not knowing who had spoken. The king waved off the interruption and continued,

“One of you will be sentenced to death.” He glanced over and Denya felt a shiver run down her spine. “And one of you has committed treason beyond the punishments given for treason.” Here he glanced at Denya again. He continued, “The rest of you,” he growled, “will be sentenced with treason and banished to a place outside these walls.”

“A public execution?” Cairn grimaced. “How thoughtful….”

“Since you seem to be looking forward to it, you’ll be the one to die.” King Lucifer stated. He glared once more at all of them, stopping a little too long on Denya, before sweeping up the stairs and locking them all in. They could hear him giving explicit instructions to the palace guard.

Outside the king’s quarters Perrin Al’Thor stood. He was becoming increasingly tense and had a foreboding feeling growing in his mind. He had waited nearly four hours and finally a guard came out and ushered him in. He bowed to his king and waited.

King Lucifer looked up and said, “As you know several of my subjects have been arrested for treason.” He glanced at one of his most trusted. “One of them, Erie, killed the executioner. Until I find another one worthy for the job, you are to take the position.” He grinned and added, “Now leave. You have an early execution tomorrow, one Cairn of Noble House.”

This was the second time he’d seen the king. Only one thought ran through his mind, ‘Great. I have to execute Cairn because my friends were stupid enough to be arrested. I wonder who the hell was stupid enough to give us away.’

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2317919/3/

Summary: Aida was an explorer from the isolated country of Casus, sent out to see the outside world. Before she left, she broke a mirror. Seven years of bad luck and a once in a lifetime opportunity. What could possibly go right? Rated for future safety (Rated T)

Extra tadbit about the summary: Casus was completely isolated from the outside world after a prince broke a roomful of mirrors centuries ago. His sister repaired them and now they can send out explorers once every seven years. Aida and her six teammates were sent out the day after she broke a mirror.

Preview: “I have recently spoken to Hamelin here, a servant in this castle. He brought me the most interesting news... and the most interesting object I have ever seen. He found this tossed into the garden outside the castle.” Perin gestured at two men behind him, who carried to the front, where everyone could see it, the broken mirror, haphazardly repaired.

It looked as if someone had taken some of the animal glue that they used in the palaces and workplaces and put it on the edges of each piece. It must have taken hours for them to attach it all, not to mention fit it together.

“It seems that Hamelin is following in the footsteps of my ancestor, who repaired the mirror broken by her brother. The question is, who plays the brother?”

There was a silence. This was the point where I should be confessing, but I couldn’t. It wasn’t that I was afraid, I wasn’t. I was just too nauseous to speak. And my previous reasoning still applied.

“Casus’ luck has been altered since the incident I spoke of,” announced the king. “The unfortunate person who has broken this has not only cursed himself for the next seven years. A cook has cursed the kitchens. A stableboy has cursed the stables. Just as the prince cursed the kingdom, it will be worse if the culprit is a leader or in line to become one.”

That didn’t exactly apply. My mind was still on the previous statement. 'Not only cursed herself... an explorer has cursed the expedition...'

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2330380/1/

Summary:The story of an alternate world in which humans have total power over all other creatures. They take creatures from their parents at birth, and teach them to be slaves so the creatures know no different. But when one female shapeshifter realizes the concept of the system, she decides to do all in her power to overcome one aspect of it; the aspect of it that is most precious to her. Presently this story is a very rough draft, and I'm learning more about it as I go along. Only have the first chapter up presently though

Preview:Caeylia glared at the small crowd of creatures one at a time, silently ordering each and every one of them to shut up. Not a single one listened. They were so absorbed in their own conversations that they hadn't even seen her. She felt the skin covering her back ripple slightly, a telltale sign that she had lost control,again. The tips for her beautiful brown mane began turning a sparkling white, and she let out a low husky growl.

The room became silent as most everyone's attention shifted from their own conversations to Caeylia. Aiden, who had been the first to hear her growl, set down his mirror, and hurried over to the high platform that Caeylia was standing on. He placed his hands on her now furry shoulders and rubbed them gently.

“Deep breaths, Cae , deep breaths,” he whispered softly in her ear, “Stay in control.” By now all twenty-four and a half pairs of eyes were staring intently at Caeylia, watching her every move. Gradually,with Aiden's help, the fur disappeared and Caeylia's hair returned to it's natural color. Taking advantage of the continued silence, Caeylia began talking. Aiden took one last look at Caeylia and went back to his seat; once again gazing into the depths of the mirror

“How many of you have already seen seventeen winters?” Caeylia questioned. Seven members of the crowd raised their hands

“How many moons till you've completed you eighteenth year?

“Seven,” said one short, delicately built Faery.

“Three,” another said.

“My eighteenth birthday is exactly two moons from now, and Aiden's is in a fortnight,”she informed them. “As was Damien's,” she added softly, more to herself than anyone else. She blinked away the wetness building up in her eyes.

“Tell me what you all plan to do when we leave. And all of you who are also reaching your eighteenth birthday, do you plan to accept your fate blindly, as those before you have done?” Everyone remained silent, unsure of what she was suggesting. Caeylia sighed: she had been expecting a more enthusiastic response.

“All those who don't want to be subject to eternal bondage come to the forest behind the school seven nights from now. Be there as the sun disappears from the sky, we will not wait for you.”

“You may leave,” she said, stepping down from the platform and heading towards Aiden.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2367306/1/

Summary: Stephanie Bishop lives a hard life; her family is falling apart and she seems to be the only one who isn't messed up. She can't hold on for much longer and needs help. But her friends can't help very well; she doesn't show them her weakness. The only one who can help is Brooks. He's a nice young man who just graduated. He has a spunky personality, lots of talent and is very brave. Did I mention he's a 5 inch tall fairy?

Well being a fairy just makes him all the better a friend. And with him around, Stephanie's life starts to look a bit brighter until disaster strikes. And disaster's name is Brigeeta and Charles.

Extra tadbit summary: This story is going to be really great. It has romance (later on) action/adventure mystery and humor. Please read and review!

Preview: “How has school been?” Stephanie asked.

Skyler shrugged. “Alright, my grades are pretty much on average…”

“No, not your school work, I mean school life. You know, social life. Any new friends, sports you like, girlfriends?” she said giving Skyler a playful shove.

Skyler wasn’t fazed. “Nope. No girlfriends, not really any friends. Sports…? I kind of missed the tryouts.”

“Oh, sorry. What sport were you interested in?”

Skyler shrugged. “I kind of liked lacrosse.”

“Have you ever played it?”

Skyler shrugged. “Not really.”

“Any other sports you’re interested in?”

Skyler made a thinking face then went back to pallid. “Not really.”

Stephanie put her hand to her mouth, giggling. Skyler raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s so funny?” he questioned.

Stephanie looked up at him. “Nothing really. It’s just that that time you responded, you didn’t shrug your shoulders.”

“Oh heh.” Skyler said weakly laughing.

“I just find it funny how you shrug all the time. Why do you?”

Skyler shrugged. “Dunno.”

Stephanie laughed.

“Heh heh.” Skyler laughed.

“Oh Skyler, there’s nothing wrong with your shrugging.” Stephanie assured. “Go ahead and keep on shrugging. If it makes me laugh, you should do it.”

“Yeah,” Skyler asked smiling. He shrugged.

“Hee hee hee!” Stephanie laughed.

She’s so happy, Skyler thought. But she hurts. Her life at home is hard. That’s why she wants me to make her laugh, why she smiles so much around her friends; she wants to be happy at times.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2374202/1/

PS: The only reason I put this part in for the preview is because it's one of the good parts I've written. So far I only have two chapters. But I'm really quick with them especially now that I don't have to worry about school so much any more. And there is no yaoi or whatever it's called however you spell it.

Title: The Fire Weilder

Summary: Seventy years ago, Fire Weilders lived in peace with society. But when that bond is broken by recklessness, the fire weilders loose all their fire weilding power and are told it will be returned to them when the heir to a fire weilder recieves it at the age of sixteen. But before he comes, the fire weilders are attacked and hunted down by those who wish to wipe them out for good. In an attempt to get rid of fire weilders, a new type of soldier is made; Black Ninjas, the new threat to humanity. Black ninjas are as strong as fifteen men and undefeatable, and merciless. So why does Beth help one out cast black ninja, Tarmen? Well he says he's on their side (that's believable) and also, there's something about him that makes him different from all the other black ninjas?

Extra tadbit summary: The land is being threatened by th black ninjas who are always in search of the forgotten rumored fire weilder. But when Jacob and Beth find one out cast ninja, they realize that this guy isn't who he says he is...and that's a good thing.

Preview: “Come on, Beth!” Jacob persisted. “We don’t have time for this.”

“We have to wait for him.” Beth insisted. “He saved us.”

“Well it’s because of him that we’re in this fix anyway.” Jacob told her.

“At least he’s fixing it.”

“If you ask me I think it’s best if we just stay away from__” Jacob was interrupted as a black ninja landed between them having jumped down from several flights of stairs.

The three of them gasped.

“It’s okay. It’s me.” Tarmen told them.

Beth sighed with relief. “Good.”

“How do we know it’s really you?” Jacob questioned suspiciously.

“Because I recognized his voice.” Beth told him.

“Well I guess that’s good enough for me.” Jacob said sarcastically.

Tarmen looked up and saw more black ninjas jumping down from the stairs.

“Lets go!” he exclaimed. He started running down the stairs and was quickly followed by Jacob, Beth and their father. As the ninjas landed on the stairs they quickly started after them. Tarmen stopped, letting the three run past him and faced the ninjas prepared to fight.

Seeing him stop, Beth looked back at him also stopping.

“Tarmen!” she exclaimed rushing back to help him.

“No, Beth!” Jacob called to her in annoyance.

link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2355934/1/

Summary: Around 600 BC, some crazy ** happened. 2650 years later, the sole survivor of the crazy ** sparks some more crazy **. The psychic underground starts to be revealed by nosey governments. The underground fights back (who can say World War 4?). Things get worse. Deaths within the underground spark fear and paranoia which can not match the genocide of the non-psychics. The supernatural forces spiral away into chaos. Something is coming, and before it is resisted, it may be to late to stop it.

Extra *tidbit summary: Oh, it's the apocalypse. Did I forget to mention that?

Preview (a super short one):

Trixnaka rolled her eyes. "Do you always have to be so cryptic?"

Yahweh could only smile with a shrug. His reply didn't come for a few more seconds. "If I wasn't cryptic, someone might understand me."

I don't know the number of my story, nor how to find it. Just click on my name next to this post and find it there.

Summary: High School is an ocean with too many sharks and not nearly enough dolphins.

Preview: You never remember why you despise school until you have to return. Then all the reasons come flooding back in a torrential downpour, drowning you into a sea of what you once knew, what you once detested with a burning, scorching—sizzling hot passion.

Basil Bixler hated school more than the average student, and the memories of pain crashed down on him ruthlessly, drowning him in twice as deep of water. Salty, muddy, contaminated ocean water filled with too many sharks and not nearly enough dolphins.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2389929/1/

Summary: There were infinite combinations of personalities and characteristics, but only a selected few crossed our lives. Before my return to the frontlines, I had this one question – who was I destined to meet on this particular journey?

Preview: “I’m currently unavailable. Could you buy me a pack of tampons? It’s urgent. I’ll meet you here at ten.”

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“Do you know who I am? Are you expecting me to run your personal errands?” First impressions count and my opinion of her were not high.

URL: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2387494/1/

- Thank you.

Summary: you must have stumbled upon my journal by accident...well let me tell you something, you can call me Anna the annoyed teenager. Anna's thoughts while staying at the Psychiatric Ward, while recovering from her suicide attempt. please r&r!

Extra tadbit about the summary: Ok so Suicide isn't a happy topic to discuss, but basically this is a humor story and meet Anna the sarcastic teenager that you would enjoy to relate to.

Preview: From Chapter 1:

"I think this hospital got to be the weirdest one I have been too. Let me tell you this is my third attempt. I don’t know why I can die. The first time, I slit my wrists; I told my parents it was an accident. The second time, I forced myself the fall down the stairs. Once again I told my parents an accident. Each time I just had been to an emergency room of a hospital but never on suicide watch. This time was different, I thought by taking an overdose on medication pills (pain reliever, and other medication) that I could truly be gone. But no! I just became unconscious, and I guess my mother couldn’t wake me up to go to school.

I hate school. But that’s another topic.

I have to go back to why I hate this place.

First the walls are painted white. Boring old white. Where I can see each cracks on the wall, especially in my walls. I counted 57 cracks on the ceiling.

Second of all, my room is really small, and I hate small spaces, and I especially hate being in a space, where the room has to be locked at night. I like sleeping at home with the door open, so then if there is a fire, I could escape easily.

Third of all, everyone here scares me. No I might be suicidal but I am still sane. There’s this one polyester kind of girl, who keeps talking to herself. Reminds me of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Very creepy. Anyway I tried talking to her. Apparently my doctor’s name is Doctor Suzanne Allan, and told me to call her Susan. Why I don’t know. Well my doctor told me that I might be lonely (You think?!?) and try talking to people here."

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2404140/1/

here's a direct link: Recovering Suicidal Teenage Journal

Enjoy and please let me know how to improve! =]

Summary: I had a crush on a vampire, though I was no mortal myself. My lecturer was a bounty hunter. I was the world's feared enemy. Yet, these were but a slice of all the illusions of me.

Preview: Joseph had his eyes fixed on the charming elegant lady. Consumed by the beauty in front of his eyes, Joseph had missed the essence of the appeal. She had walked on in her white high heels with ease as though the ground was dry. Her hands were by her silk-white skirt without the need to guard the rain with an umbrella. Alerted to Terrence’s call, she halted for a moment.

Averting to him, she responded, “Sorry?”

Terrence caught up to her, holding his umbrella over her. “It’s raining. How can you walk around like that?”

She looked at her arms and body. “You sure?” Brushing her long light-pink hair, she continued, “Thanks anyway.”

“Hey!” Terrence burst out as she began to walk off. He hastily traced up to her. “Do you know what you’re saying?” As they both stood in silence, Terrence’s vision had caught her white halterneck and skirt. He became dumbfounded as he had thought she would have been completely soaked in the current weather. As she left him to ponder, his umbrella fell loose from his hand to the ground and rain was allowed to attack openly. Those passing by continued their path, unaware of what had transpired.

Snapping out of his own trance, Joseph rushed up to shield an already soaked Terrence from further damage.

“What were you doing there? You’re all wet now.”

“Joseph…didn’t you see?”

“See what?”

“That lady just then…”

“Yeah I did. She was hot man!”

“Not that. She’s completely dry, but look at how heavy the rain is. She’s not even holding an umbrella either. I…must…be dreaming.”

Z Illusions

Summary: This constitutes a couple flash fictions I wrote in 2005, hence the title. Can't go much into detail here due to the acute brevity of the content, but people have told me it's very mysterious, strange, and unique, like nothing they've ever read on FictionPress.

Extra tadbit about the summary: The piece as a whole is under 500 words, so it will be no loss of time if you're disappointed.

Preview: The titles and opening lines of each respective flash fic:

A Narrative

The sky expired as the life of day seeped away, devolving slowly into the night. The howler monkeys hushed and the scarlet ibis rushed, flying out of sight.

A Descriptive

In the time of sunset post, a beacon welcoming pristine ambience, yet shunning fellow man. Creeping crawlies slither aloof while humble toads croak. A breaching branch strokes and the wind speaks forsooth.

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2373189/1/

Summary: A young Devil named Tessar is terrified one night as his city is destroyed, and his best friend killed. He learns that this is the wwork of the Sin named wrath, and broken and alone, finds himself lost in his own hollow self. By now he has been rescued, but still the struggle within rages. How can he move on with these things in mind? Is there more to it than he was led to believe? What can he do to help himself, and what relationships will blossom from this chaos?

...*POP* crap, i had a brain fart. sorry if i screwed anything up, but yeah, there it is. oh yeah, sorry, it's a yaoi. XD please leaves reviews if you read it. Reviews let me not die inside.

Fires. Red hot and devastating. Tessar could feel it's heat radiating even from afar, licking and lapping at his skin almost as if they were beckoning to him, calling for him to leap into their fiery hold. He almost wanted to, after what he had seen, he wanted to jump into the fires. The blue color of his fearful eyes were misty with tears as he stretched his gaze over the ruins that were once his city, his home, the stone and steel foundations that had once held up the proud and stately buildings now razed and bent to the ground, swallowed by the mighty flames below.

The scent was revolting to the boy's senses; he could feel his stomach tighten and constrict. Burning flesh, blood, and vomit all rolled into one was enough to deplete the conscious and have it succumb to darkness waiting. He wished his would already go out and have the darkness take him into it's safe hold, taking him away, far far away from this horrible nightmare. The long awaiting tears at last trickled down his dirty cheeks, the silvery wet lines cleaning away whatever they could manage. He could still see the bodies burning in the dense flames, hear the screams of those who burned but were not dead. They were so close; he wondered why he couldn't see them. What a horrible thing to think, he thought to himself. He certainly didn't want to see them. His nausea grew. With a deep moan he fell against the bricks of a fallen wall, their warmed faces seeping through his olive green polyester jacket. The fur of the hood tickled his jaw.

Shale laid nearby. He could see him still, the glazed scarlet eyes still glued to him, holding on to the desperation that had once had them wet haunting in the still features. It wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't on him, chilling him to the soul. He hated himself for running away when Shale had called for him to stand by his side and fight, leaving his best friend -- his brother -- behind to die. The screams were disturbing, gargles and wheezes as the phantom toyed with him, taking what it wanted, relocating what limb it felt necessary to whatever place in Shale's body seemed most suitable. The wicked laughter still bounced around in his head. What was that thing, he began to wonder as he stared out into the burning destruction. It had moved so fast he didn't even get to catch a glimpse of it.

" There you are!"

wew! That's from Volume one, first chapter. It's ok, i suppose. I'm my own worst critic!

Summary: Has a book ever made you really angry? Well you don't know what that's really like, until you buy the book I did. The one that takes you to some other world, and keeps ** you off while there. I hate that thing. By the way... Here's my story for you.

Extra: Well, I got this idea from my writer's group. We were talking about autobiographies, and how they have to exaggerate to make them entertaining. And I thought, 'what if it wasn't exaggeration?' So my Storyteller was born. She (Adrienne) is one of my favorite people to write of, because her personality is absolutely insane, in so many ways. Plus she's in denial about being in love, so that's always fun.

Preview: Glancing at my English teacher Mr. Lundic’s classroom clock, I bit my lip slightly. There were only twenty-eight minutes to go. I was seated comfortably on top of my desk, legs swinging back and forth, listening to my three best friends argue back and forth about what the best part of that night was going to be. Oh right, I need to tell you about what was going on that night.

Every year, my school’s sophomore class went camping in the Arcadi Forest (5) on the last day of school. There were plenty of stories about the forest- hauntings, phaeries, and various other mythical creatures. A student was elected each year by the student body to lead a tour through part of the forest, telling stories about different areas, and only lanterns were allowed on the walk. This year, of course, it was the descendant of the founders who was chosen. I will not say I didn’t see it coming, because that would be a lie. I don’t lie (6).

“What do you think will be the best part?”

I blinked as Carina-Lynne Shan addressed me (7), forcing me to join in the conversation. Drawing in a deep breath, which I used a moment later to sigh slowly, I reached out a hand to flick her on the nose. A grin spread over my face. “Well, obviously I think the best part will be the marshmallows. White. Soft. Delicious. And best of all, fattening.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Mickey Jerrick spoke up almost immediately. There was a definite crease to his forehead at the moment, and his blue eyes were narrowed. But only slightly. It wasn’t like he was angry or anything. Back then, I don’t think Mickey even knew the definition of the word angry. “No. The best part is definitely going to be your tour, and the storytelling I know you’ll do around the campfire.”

It was Rose Wicker, my unhealthily petite blonde friend, who chose to speak next. “And what, pray tell, makes you think she’ll be telling stories around the campfire?”

Mickey’s eyes widened. “I want her to. So she will, because she’s madly in love with me.”

I snorted- I couldn’t help it. Mickey? Oh, sure. Even if I had wanted him (8), which I didn’t (9), I wouldn’t have dared to act on it. Rose had had the biggest crush on him since around first grade, and it eventually progressed into love (10) What sort of friend goes for their best friend’s love interest like that? Right, right, the crappy sort. I keep saying really dumb things here, don’t I? And to think it’s my autobiography.

“Mickey, I think Adrienne just said something along the lines of, ‘Hon’, I will only go for you when not only are you the last man on this planet, but the last organism on this planet other than me who is alive.” Carina noted. She was constantly taking sounds and translating them into sentences. It was her thing. Like telling stories was mine.

5 That is of course part of the gorgeous wilderness I mentioned a few paragraphs back.

6 Please see the last two sentences of footnote two.

7 She also slapped me in the face with her overly long brunette hair, which she did a lot. Now stop laughing, take your eyes back up there, and keep reading.

8 In any way, shape, or form.

9 Again- in any way, shape, or form.

10 If anyone cares, I won’t be saying this anytime later- those two are married now.

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2482409/1/The_Storyteller

Title: City of Demons

Summary: In the future, our world is taken over by demons. Humans live in fear for they don't know when they will attacked. Humans, even with the latest of technoligy can't beat them. It seems like we are going to lose. Can we win?

Preview: Conan moved his Meck towards a ruined building. “Maybe it’s hiding in a building. It’s a common tactic. Used by...” He never got to finish that sentence, for the snake demon rushed at him, right from the alleyway Conan was at before. It was missing almost a fourth of it’s body. Blood gushing out. It rammed at Conan’s Mecka, but directed itself at the cockpit. The Mecka started overloading, Conan started sweating profusely. Was this it? Was he going to die? Ayame, hastily shot her weapon at the demon, but was almost entirely missing. Only a few rounds were able to hit it. By then, though, it was too late. Conan’s whole Metal Mecka was starting to move wildly, the controls disabled. He was unable to control his suit.

Ayame ran towards him, but Conan yelled over the intercom. “Stay back. It’s gonna blow.” The suit had sparks of electricity flying around. The snake demon bashed it’s head into the cockpit once more, causing the entire suit to explode. While it smoked, the demon cocked it’s position over to the girl. She gasped as the thing roared.

She braced herself for impact. For her to die like her team. She closed her eyes and awaited the demon to crash into her Mecka suit. All she heard was an explosion. She reopened her eyes. She wasn’t dead? She looked around. “What the... who the... how?” She was in amazement.

If you are wondering. A Meck is what their giant robot suits are called. I don't think I mentioned the giant robot suits before, did I. Nope. This is an action story, possibly other Genres shown.

Url: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2539474/1/City_of_demons

Yeah, that's it. Please read. Please enjoy.

Title: The War to End all Wars

Summary: There's a murder on the loose. But with global crime rates at their highest in human history, mass hysteria spreading by the minute, and paranormal phenomena occuring worldwide, who has time to hunt him, or it, down?

Preview:

What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expected generally happens. – Benjamin Disraeli (1804 – 1881)

The sky was skewed a cold, dullish gray on this gloomy Sunday morning. The faded rays of light peeked through the shudders and into a small apartment room, like warm hands reaching in to wake their children, but that job had already been taken. A loud ringing snapped through Damien’s ears, an obnoxious tone that instantly jolted him from his deep slumber, normally he would have hit the snooze, maybe twice, thrice, hell he’d do it ten times, but today, today was different. Today was the day the world ended.

Damien sat up, tired green eyes flowing about the room as if they were electronic scanners, and there was no Dante in sight. He sighed to himself, groping for some object to provide leverage so he could stand, his legs were stiff as wood, but they’d warm up soon. He slowly erected himself until he was standing upright. He’d take a shower today, after all, it wasn’t every day life as you know it comes to an end.

He approached the bathroom door, his heart sunken unlike usual, and twisted the knob until he heard the comforting plop of it moving from his way.

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Dante turned abruptly to the noise, his face already a light pinkish color, Damien had just walked in on him in the bathroom.

“AHHHH!!” Dante screamed.

Damien just stood there, smiling, “dude, you’re wearing pants, it’s not like it’s a big deal…”

Dante’s pink lightened up, and he cocked his head. “But my shirt…”

“Who cares? It’s not like you have boobs or anything.”

Dante looked down, he definitely didn’t have boobs. It was just so Dante to be shy even about his upper body.

“Well…can I take my shower or what?” Damien quickly changed the subject.

“Hm? Oh-oh yeah.” And the black haired boy left the room, hearing the bath faucet spit out warm rushing water.

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The humor was over, now, with the two outside, everything colored in black and white, the scene was manically depressing. People were crying on the streets, others looting stores, and still more groveling along the roads. Everything seemed so slow, so barren and desolate. It was like in a matter of days, the entire world had gone into a deep driven melancholy, and you could swear you could hear the wind crying. You could swear that even if the world didn’t end when that clock hit midnight, it’d still be over, because there was no longer any order without the firm government society had grown so used to.

So the cars passed by, burning their last bits of oil, and the lights flickered on and off across the windswept highway, it was like a horror movie playing in Dante’s mind. “I don’t like this Damien.”

“No one does.” Came his coldly toned reply, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that this would be the last day anyone lived, the last day he lived. There was so much he hadn’t done, so much he’d wished to accomplish in life, and now it was all stripped away from him in cold blood, despite all the blood, sweat, and tears he had shed to get this far. All his life, he had worked for something so pointless, because it would never come to be.

The car slowed to a stop, its black doors opening and shutting in one quick motion as the two depressed boys walked out, moving towards the shop, not truly knowing if there was any reason to work anymore. Today, Damien would spend it all with Dante, and if Dante wanted to work, Damien would help.

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Business was slow, the end of time wasn’t all too appetizing, and the two sullen boys, sat there, waiting, and waiting, as the time passed by. And with each passing second, anxiety grew, on and on, it went, and hours passed by with increased velocity, and then the first two customer’s of the day walked in, expected or not, and it was a quarter until eleven.

“Hey.” Came the customer’s voice, it was Nataliah, gloomy as well, her eyes rimmed with small bags that symbolized her fatigue.

The second was Joey, and though he looked the same, his eyes showed the slightest bit of worry, and so the four began their quiet talk over a some ice cream.

“Look, guys, it might not seem to fun, but everyone’s heading to the big clock downtown tonight…”

“And you want us to come with you and count down the end of our lives?” Damien finished sarcastically.

“Pretty much.” Joey yawned, stretching his arms out and pulling one around Nataliah’s shoulder, she smiled at the slightest bit of a growl that came from Dante’s throat.

“W-well, I-I guess w-we should go, w-we don’t have anything better to do…”Dante fumbled out quietly.

Nataliah sighed, he wasn’t so strong today, maybe she had just driven his hormones mad the day before, this brought a smirk to her lips, and she wondered what would happen if she did it again, ten fold, she’d have to try it some day. “So…you coming or not?”

“Yeah sure…you Dante?”

“Uhuh.”

“Okay then.” Joey groaned. “We’ll all take a ride in my big ** beast of a truck.”

Dante rolled his eyes.

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The truck came to a halt, Dante, Damien, and Nataliah hopping off the back while Joey slammed open his door. “We’re here.” He yelled out, sending a small warning glance at Dante to make sure he hadn’t done anything on the ride while he wasn’t looking.

The street was dimly lit, but the crowd was amazing. So many people stood before the large clock tower, thousands maybe more just sitting there and waiting. Dante sighed, look like they’d be conforming into the common crowd.

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The four waited amongst the crowd, quietly eying the hands turn and turn, slowly until they’d hit their final destination.

It was eleven fifty five now, and it was odd how knowing that they only had five minutes to live didn’t send them screaming, well that’s how it seemed. But on the inside, they probably were, all of them. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. The hand dwindled onward, a slow mocking rhythm building up the energy, building and building until it would culminate into one mighty blowout. Their hearts began to speed up and up, out of control and with each passing second more anxiety, more, more , and more. It was like a parasite that would feed on them until it got what it wanted, and what it wanted was death. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. The hands beat by, one minute left.

It was here the cries broke out, a silent sob amongst each and every member of the crowd, until it seemed the entire universe was flooding in tears, and those who did not shed, had there’s retinas burned onto the clock.

5…

Blood began to pump

4…

The adrenaline rushed in

3…

Pounding heart and fidgeting fingertips

2…

Eyes trembling, lips quivering

1…

Tears bracing against the rims, breath taking itself back, and each and every spine running cold, time seemed to stop for one whole minute and then…

0…

Link: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2486200/1/The_War_to_End_All_Wars

Side Notes: The story is one of my first, so it's kinda rough, it started out poorly made, but i would say as i gained experience it got better and better, please give it a chance. Also, it's a sort of late bloomer, and what i mean by that is it takes a while to get started up, it's kinda slow for a while, and then about a third through the story the action starts up. (which, as of now, it hasn't reached that point) Oh, and sorry for the long preview.

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