Radek, a boy hunting a boar that ravaged his family’s farm, stumbles upon a strange green woman with butterfly wings bathing in a spring in the forest. After their meeting, he’s inexplicably drawn back into the forest repeatedly in search of the alluring woman.

Amethyst Caryll is the hero who didn’t save the world. A sinister plot and a meteor came through and wiped out all known life on Earth and she could have stopped it, but didn’t. Even so, she has a second chance on Mars. The same enemy and the same plot threaten the rest of humanity and this time, there will be no one left if she fails. The problem is, she’s the only one who knows of the plot to end humanity this second time around.

In a year so far flung, the calendar had already gone a century deep into Post Collapse, the world was mostly overtaken by the undead. The remaining humans put together a taskforce of the few undead not trying to devour them, people who were also once human. After a brutal run-in with one such taskforce, Maddie and Amelia are beheaded and recruited to help preserve humanity. Both those remaining, and their own.

Far into the future where social media is physically engrained into the common people to the point of addiction, one man’s unusually high tolerance to the poison he consumes as much as everyone else grants him the ability to peer past the veil of society. He soon becomes a target, but of what?

Wanda and Ethan are a young couple who break up as they each pursue a new lover. Unknown to them, it’s the same person. Colt, better known as Coyote, is forced into their love triangle. The problem is, Colt is aromantic, asexual, and doesn’t know how to tell them. Now faced with the romantic advances of two ex-lovers who would spite each other to get ahead, Colt is presented with a series of decisions and must either find a way to get the two back together or come clean and risk hurt feelings.

A family of six moves into a new house on the outskirts of town, one year in October. A week before Halloween, things start to change as the supernatural take over their residence, forcing the family to adapt to the often-deadly whims of their new home. All they know is that they need to survive until Halloween and of all things they can escape, the house isn’t one of them.

I look at myself in the mirror. "I know the answer already, don't ask." I sigh at myself. "Who are you?" I shake my head. "Damn, I asked anyway. Look, i dont know who you are. Your problems are your own." For once, I make eye contact. "Why don't you know who I am? Don't I mean anything to you?" I shrug. "I don't know. You just don't matter to me." I slam my fist on the sink. "I know that, you don't have to say it!" I shake my head. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."

The cat is resurrected as a demon lord, sworn to protect his master in life. Even so, he is feared by all in his master's lineage despite acting as a true guardian even after his masters passing. Obscura, who could perceive the cat since birth is the only exception. The two form a bond as a master and guardian until Obscura is approached by a strange boy with a three-tailed fox on a leash. Another creature unobserved by others. The pair recognize their similarity and quickly become rivals.

No need to worry about the worst possible outcomes if they're the most likely ones. Why stress over a test you didn't study for? Your punishment can only be failure. Don't cry over not saving the world. You weren't destained to fail but if I were to bet, my money would be on that outcome. You can be the unlikely hero but that just makes you the most likely dead. Downplay yourself and you'll get put down. In the end, you either do or don't.

Mars- "Alright, I gotta admit. You two have some talents. Untapped potential is always welcome." Amelia- "Thanks, but are you going to be fine without a stomach?" Mars- "Yeah, I just can't eat for a while. If I can't live without it, we'll get a new one. Not like I lived with one to begin with." Ethel- "You're not even going to thank them for saving you?" Mars- "Well it's not like you did anything to help." Ethel- "I made sure to stay out of the way." Maddie- "Guys? Somebody's over there."

Mars- "Alright, I gotta admit. You two have some talents. Untapped potential is always welcome." Amelia- "Thanks, but are you going to be fine without a stomach?" Mars- "Yeah, I just can't eat for a while. If I can't live without it, we'll get a new one. Not like I lived with one to begin with." Ethel- "You're not even going to thank them for saving you?" Mars- "Well it's not like you did anything to help." Ethel- "I made sure to stay out of the way." Maddie- "Guys? Somebody's over there."

Mars- "Alright, I gotta admit. You two have some talents. Untapped potential is always welcome." Amelia- "Thanks, but are you going to be fine without a stomach?" Mars- "Yeah, I just can't eat for a while. If I can't live without it, we'll get a new one. Not like I lived with one to begin with." Ethel- "You're not even going to thank them for saving you?" Mars- "Well it's not like you did anything to help." Ethel- "I made sure to stay out of the way." Maddie- "Guys? Somebody's over there."

Mars- "This is close enough. Look over there and tell me what you see." Amelia- "Nothing?" Maddie- "Oh, it's a person." Mars- "Notice anything else?" Maddie- "They're staring right at us." Amelia- "How can you tell-" Mars- "Exactly. Even from this distance, it can smell us. It's just waiting for our guard to fall." Amelia- "Smell?" Ethel- "We still have presence of mind and that makes us human enough to smell." Amelia- "But it's so far away." Mars- "Yeah, but its feral and hungry."

Mars- "So, this is where you were." Ethel- "What are you doing here?" Mars- "Looking for you. We got a mission. Leave the kids." Ethel- "I thought you were going on your own." Mars- "I was, but the situations changed." Ethel- "How so?" Mars- "Was a code A, now's a code Z" Maddie- "That's a big alphabet jump." Mars- "You know what, bring the kids. They can watch mommy and daddy in action." Ethel- "That sounds so wrong." Mars- "Hey, you're the one with a dirty mind."

Ethel- "Today, we're doing low-impact exorcizes." Amelia- "I thought we were stuck with Mars." Ethel- "He's off on a mission today. Probably punishment to be honest. Today, you're stuck with me." Maddie- "Girl time?" Ethel- "No, just some light cardio. We'll start with a 100 meter sprint for a warmup. Amelia- "Warmup?" Ethel- "Get moving, you have 30 minutes." Maddie- "That's not a warmup..." Ethel- "Sure it is. Gotta make sure your lungs still work after getting your chest blown out."

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Standing from the bed, Delilah walked over to me and said, “There are two prerequisites to getting the ending you want.” “Alright, what are they?” “One, you need to leave behind a story. Something to remember you by. Or else you’ll just be someone who died. Make it as real as you can. Start from the beginning. Well, from the start of all this crazy shit.” “Alright.” I sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. “Alright, I guess I’ll put pen to paper. Or key to board in this case.”

Amelia- "Where are we? Where's Mars?" Mable- "Don't worry, you're under my care. You passed out from shock but I fixed your ribs." Amelia- "Thanks, I guess..." Mable- "Don't thank me. I just prolonged your suffering." Amelia- "That reminds me. Why do we need training? Can't we just go back to wandering in the wild?" Mable- "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Mindlessly roaming about will make you mindless for real and you'll go feral. You're lucky to have a friend keeping you sane until now."

Mable- "Mars, what did you do?" Mars- "Just a bit of training." Mable- "Those don't look like training injuries. What did you do?" Mars- "Nothing, just training." Mable- "You know what? When their ribcages are fixed, I'll just have them tell me what you did and do it to you." Mars- scoff- "You wouldn't." Mable- "Not while you're awake." Mars- sigh- "It was reaction training with bowling balls." Mable-"Are you insane!?" Mars- "What?" Mable- "I can't fix a hole of shattered bones!"

Mars- holding up a ball-"Your next test is to catch a ball." Amelia- "Is that why I'm in a cage?" Mars- "Yep, no dodging." Amelia- "But that's a bowling ba- uh!-" Mars- holding a second ball-"Use those muscles, remember?" Amelia- "Ow..." Maddie- raising hand-"But we couldn't pull out the blades..." Amelia- hyperventilating-"This is stupid- ah!-" Mars- picking up one more ball- "If it's stupid and it works, it's not stupid." Amelia- yelling-"Then it's stupid- ah!-" Mars- "One more."

Mars- "Alright, pick up your blades. Since you're new, a machete should be fine." Amelia- struggling-"How? You stuck them in the ground." Maddie- "Like the sword in the stone." Mars- "You're staying here until you can get the blade out. Both of you. You’re undead. Act like it." Maddie- "What that mean?" Mars- "Means use all that muscle you've been neglecting. It exists, trust me. Amelia- "Trust the guy who killed us?" Mars- "Yes. Trust the guy who used the same strength to behead you."

Mars- "First thing first, survivability. If you saw me approaching you casually, what would you do?" Maddie- "Run." Mars- "Good. Unless it's an ambush, you should have time to run. Running shows pursuers you're not feral. Now, what if I continue my approach?" Amelia- "We-" Mars- "Don't need a repeat if last time. Right. I'm going to teach you how to avoid that. Any questions?" Amelia- "Why-" Mars- "Good. Follow me and don't fall behind."

Mars- "Rise and shine ladies. Welcome to the first day of the rest of your unlives." Amelia- groggy-"Wha..." Maddie- yawning-"Who?" Mars- "Happy birthday. You've just been reborn for the second time." Amelia- flinching-"You killed us!" Mars- "I did, and now I have to look after you. From now on, you're my soldiers whether you like it or not." Maddie- raising hand-"Soldiers?" Mars- "The kind that fights the feral undead. You see, humans are weak and were their meat shield."

Fera- "Anything extra to report?" Mars- "Nothing unusual." Fera- "You're telling me killing our own kind is usual?" Mars- "Who told you that?" Fera- "I had Cero keep an eye on you." Mars- "Snitch-" Fera- "You're taking responsibility for this. They're going to be under your watch from now on." Mars- "But Ethel also-" Fera- "No witnesses." Mars- sighing-"Alright." Fera- "Think about it as your chance to grow up." Mars- "I'm dead. I can't grow up."

Ethel- pulling a blade from a corpse-"I think we killed too many." Mars- cleaning blood from a blade-"What makes you say that?" Ethel- pointing at a moving corpse-"Because that one's crying." Amelia- leaning over a headless corpse, crying-"Maddie? Wake up... Don't leave me alone..." Mars- brandishing a blade-"Damn. Guess we'll have no witnesses."

Amelia- "Food for thought-" Maddie- "Brains!?" Amelia- "We're not that kind of zombie." Maddie- "Bet you wish you was." Amelia- "Shut up... I don't even remember what I was going to say anymore..." Maddie- "Means you haven't ate enough brains." Amelia- "No amount of brains will fix your vocabulary. Maddie- "And no amount of brains'll fix that smart-assness."

The amount of times I've read, saw, or watched something used by other people to describe what it's like to be on hard drugs isn't a small number. Likewise is the truthfulness of my response every time. "I've used to have dreams like this. I still do, but I used to, too." I'd then describe the plethora of worlds and Interconnected plots and storyline that I step into and interact with when I dream. Day or night.

I watch in horror as the cuts and scrapes I sustained begin oozing red. I lost a finger and now it hurts. Going blind seemed impossible but now my vision is getting blurry. Walking is a chore. My legs move only half the time I tell them to. I can't feel my feet and what little I do feel makes me stifle a cry. This curse ravages the prison I call my body. This wasn't meant to be. I wasn't supposed to die. When did I become human?

The crystal maiden dances beautifully. Every step scorches the ground as fireflies ignite beneath her feet. Her fingertips call rain that eats away at anything in its path as butterflies flutter through the air. Her hips sway, the earth shakes, and light shines, piercing the hearts of any viewers and leaving them lifeless. The dance ends in a void. None have ever seen its end, but the crystalline shape of a maiden is left behind, outlined by the majestic wonders of her performance. Corpses.

In a land with roads pathed by others, we choose to take the grass. No path is easy, but some refuse even tho ones less traveled. The ones who walk blindly create paths unknown even by their creator. Not many care that all roads lead to the same place. Not many care they're even on a road. Even so, the few that travel all on their own can't help but acknowledge that others will follow behind them. Alone or not.

I can't count the seconds, but that's what makes it memorable. In the blink of an eye, smiling faces were replaced with a field of red stained green with the sparse shreds of life that remain. There is nothing left but blank stares and sunken eyes. The dead only tell tales since the truth makes them feel alive; something none if us want. Since the collision, this is all I remember, but I'll forget it all. A single tear reminds me of what I forgot. It's gone.

"Don't make a deal with it. Regardless of what you want or what you're willing to give. No matter what, the price is always a little too steep."

P1-Girl: Is this going to be our first fight since tying the knot? Good~ P2-Boy: You have a twisted definition of tying the knot. I just wanna see you bleed. System: Round 1 (FIGHT) P1-Boy: You're still chasing me after doing the deed? How clingy. P2-Girl: Oh, baby, don't be like that~ I just want to get a few cuts in this time... System: Round 1 (FIGHT)

A man lost to time, lost to memory. He fights but the same battle evermore. The legends left in his wake all but exclude him by name while the spectacle of his life shines a new light in the eyes of a dying people. As he lives, he dies, and he repeats.

A man lost to time, lost to memory. He fights but the same battle evermore. The legends left in his wake all but exclude him by name while the spectacle of his life shines a new light in the eyes of a dying people. As he lives, he dies, and he repeats.

A man lost to time, lost to memory. He fights but the same battle evermore. The legends left in his wake all but exclude him by name while the spectacle of his life shines a new light in the eyes of a dying people. As he lives, he dies, and he repeats.

A man lost to time, lost to memory. He fights but the same battle evermore. The legends left in his wake all but exclude him by name while the spectacle of his life shines a new light in the eyes of a dying people. As he lives, he dies, and he repeats.

A man lost to time, lost to memory. He fights but the same battle evermore. The legends left in his wake all but exclude him by name while the spectacle of his life shines a new light in the eyes of a dying people. As he lives, he dies, and he repeats.

There are so many marks across my body. Forgotten scars and unseen trauma traced around my form like stripes with no definable pattern. Blood spilled in countless endeavors leave proof of a life lived. Tattoos of experience and perseverance; the definition of seen not heard. The result of actions spoken louder than words leaving a picture of a thousand. This is not a poem or a verse, this is the expression of imprints resulting from events that could surely have been worse.

He comes with a smile, a cocky grin earned through fighting death and winning every time. Those who know him don't if you would ask. A man of few words unless you'd speak to him, his mystery easily unraveled in a passing moment but only if you know to whom you speak. Walk the trails of the dead in the night and you're likely to find him in his diligence carrying out the task for which he's paid. A mystical man of magic and legends of whom many have been told; taking naught when he goes but gold.

They were one until they were none. Poisoned blood and feathered scales in a pool of death, the hero hails. One after another, they rise and fall; a fate shared, one and all. Life and death sing a melody in the colors of chaos and tranquility. From once they part to whence they come, never to end their work be done. Battles they fight for all and none to see, through the thread of fate, they share a twin destiny.

I chase many things. I chase the night away, I chase children who don't want to get eaten, I chase high scores in games, but above all, I chase happiness. I don't chase things to have them, no, I chase them because I enjoy the chase. Happiness is the thing most if not all people chase in life. Those content with their own lives may even still chase happiness just because they can. You see, happiness isn't something you get from chasing it. It is the chase. That's why I chase, it makes me happy.

I told my girlfriend she was pretty. A little white lie; a lie i told to keep her happy. She's nolonger my girlfriend. I told my mother I would do my homework. A black lie I told for my own gain. I graduated anyway. I told my brother a new game in our favorite series was in development. A blue lie we both wanted to believe. I told a kid I didn't like that jumping from his roof was safe on the grass. A red lie I hoped would get them hurt. The colorful little lies we tell paint quite a picture.

All systems and system operations are halting until further notice. This will be the final notice until systems resume operations. All files will be unavailable. System shut down in... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

A potentially disruptive command has been executed via datalink. User-Addler has attempted to terminate all program operations. All operations will cease between 1 (one) and 10 (ten) minutes from now. The system will attempt to reboot itself In [safe-mode] thereafter.

Was that you? Did something go wrong with the archives? I'm keeping the message short in case something else happens. I think there was protocol to follow for this, so I'll try to find you in person once this test is over. It's the last day so I'll be back soon. -Balrog

I found out who the third person was. It was fucking Angela Vulario. I thought she'd have dropped out already so I didn't suspect her. They found her in the flower grove behind the assembly hall. They won't tell us what happened but I'm pretty sure she ran into a corrupted instance. Whatever you do, don't interact with the system for the time being. I have to fix this somehow. -Addler

A second file on this system has been corrupted. Audio Log-134-a User-Angela has been exposed to a catastrophic failure. Please refer to safety guidelines and call local authorities to take any affected persons to the nearest medical institution as soon as possible. Failure to do so could result in failure of cognitive or motor function resulting in loss of life. [This message was not sent in error. If proper steps aren't taken immediately, lives may be lost.]

A file on this system has been corrupted. Log-4328-a User-Angela has been exposed to a catastrophic failure. Please refer to safety guidelines and call local authorities to take any affected persons to the nearest medical institution as soon as possible. Failure to do so could result in loss of cognitive or motor function, resulting in loss of life. [This message was not sent in error. If proper steps aren't taken immediately, lives may be lost.]

H-help [corrupted] I... I can't [corrupted] it's getting dark [corrupted] I'm cold and I can't [corrupted] help m [corrupted] -Angela

Alright, nerds, I can't get into your little study stuff so, I'm giving you [corrupted] to start [corrupted] and if you don't, he will know by [corrupted] -Angela

I had to do some deep-diving into the code of the archive and it looks like someone else accessed them with an incomplete decryption key. They made a guest account but probably can't see the logs or the archives. Since the key is incomplete, I can't force them out through a backdoor but it might be the reason things are messing up. I can't think of many people capable of this who wouldn't just report us so stay sharp. I just hope you can read this. -Addler

Being engulfed in these winds is said to give one the desire to move forward. Whether this is literal or metaphorical is of debate but the direction is indesputed.

Serene and heavenly, it is said to be a sight to behold when cast by a master. Even demons were once thought to behold its beauty.

I'm putting some of my study material here so I can access them anywhere. If you don't give me a pass key tomorrow, I'll tell the principal about this. You both already have 2 strikes and I don't have any so you have no choice. -Angela

Said to have been created by a goddess and gifted to her loyalist followers. Its healing capabilities aren't fully known but those with connections to benevolent entities have proven more proficient in its usage.

I scribbled down a spell i saw written on some ruins so I could study it later but now I can't find it. This is getting annoying. I'll be back at campus tomorrow. If I fail this test, I'm blaming you. -Balrog

A cloud of spores floating in droplets of water that both obscures vision and cause illusions to be instilled in the minds of those affected.

I found your sneaky little archives and I want in. I need study materials and you two already have everything I need. Just give me a pass key, and nobody gets reported. -Angela

Something is wrong with the archives. The import ID is unchanged but I still can't access anything recent. There are no deletion logs and since those can't be deleted, something else is wrong. Balrog, if you’re messing with something you're not supposed to, more than just our study material might be jeprodized. You know what the enchantments on that text can do if the wrong person access them. Contact me soon. -Addler

I just checked the 'fireball' spell and fixed a small error now the spell is gone and I have no idea how to access it. Addler, can you look into it? I'm about to take the practical wilderness magic application test at the moment. -Balrog

Is considered the go-to for pyromancers. Can be held or thrown and if controlled well enough, it can even returned to sender to be sent again.

Appearing as a black void between one and ten feet wide, it is instead a solid mass of ice so dense, it portrays gravitational attributes depending on its size. All open bodies of water freeze over within a half mile radius. While the ball itself can be launched as an attack, the frost surrounding it makes it so accuracy is almost unnecessary.

I put some notes in the archives yesterday and I can't access them. Did you change the import ID? Making it different puts all new files to a new archive. You'll have to change them all back by hand to put them all in the same place. -Addler

I've been looking into the spell archives we've been cultivating and I don't see the recent additions. I know they can't be lost but I can't seem to find the method used to access them. I need the 'nightmare eyes' spell for the practical test in Dr. Promare's class. -Balrog

Common amongst the martially inclined, a razor-thin slash of color is sent through the air or along a perpendicular surface to cut into anything in its path.

"So, I walked into the forest the other day and a wild turkey stared at me. It started following me for a while." "Then what did you do?" "I went home." "Why?" "Because wild turkeys don't live around here. "

An expanding bubble of darkness that lashes all within its borders with blades of entropy. While not completely devoid of light, the environment is dark enough to give it its namesake.

The crimson thread that links the lives of many, manifest. One cannot perish while their thread is intertwined with another. Once the thread is severed, however...

A single horizontal arcane slash, when seen from a distance at night, it appears to be a sunrise.

While simple in name, its effect is not. Beyond the control of any mortal or immortal, anything touched by earth shakes violently in deadly defiance of natural stillness.

Created to ground aerial combatants, it is said to even drag the gods down to the mortal realm. With the rumored existence of mortal gods, one could wonder at the levidity of this claim.

A fragment of a realm once home to an olde god, now a bitter reminder of humanity's scrutiny. While capable of covering miles of space in all directions, no one truly knows how much is truly left of this lost realm.

A gaze that boars a hole in the soul and leaves fear in its wake. While non-damaging, its effects can last well into the future even at a glance.

None who have stood close enough to fully appreciate this technique have lived to share their thoughts, if any. It is, however a striking display of flourish and color from a distance.

A concept embodied by any with the will to put forth their very soul to protect those around them. This is not a title, it is a way of existing, even if only temporarily.

Heat rises below the town and cumulates high above in a cloud in the shape of its namesake. Such a high cost for something produced from so little...

In an empty space, a flash of light. In time, it flickers. Each time, it grows brighter. It then flashes brighter than ever for only a moment before darkness takes its place again.

Breathlessly, the arrow pierced the air and where it landed was somewhere unknown to all aside from the lone soldier who fired it, for even its target knew naught what guided their path to the afterlife.

The rain flows to every tune and carries any emotion, every emotion, your emotion. It beats against a still heart and floods the cracks and crevices with life, with sound, with the realization that the world is forever running with the same thoughts, the same tunes, the same emotions as you. Take a walk in the rain with me. We have nowhere to be but the scary, cheerful, saddened, playful, tears of stars caressing the very fabric of one's self that lends an ear to all in the night.

Much like dust, the rain sticks to your soul. It can drown your mind in thoughtless wandering and introduce you to unconscious epiphanies. It is both a path and a barrier to those around you, if any. Sit, if you can, and brace yourself against the constant motion of a neverending stream of consciousness from the sky. Or don't and let it take you. To where? Only you can answer that.

When all you hear is your own sure footsteps on a rainy night, what do you think about? What lies beyond that gaze peering through the abyss beyond the curtain of tranquility? Is it a vision of purpose or grandeur? Do you fantasize about what can be or could have been? Do you think about the here and now? Or do you lose yourself in imagery unseen by the minds of others?

Lightning struck when I did. I did not do it through necessity, I just struck. It was natural. What was not natural was when I struck again. That was to send a message.

The pair that loved to hate each other also hated to love each other, but that they did until death, in which, they did not part.

The dragon in the dungeon waiting for eight jewels that shine brightly to make their appearance is a patient creature. It is also powerful and cunning. The Jewels will not come easily nor will the dragon let them go easily. Only the Jewels that sparkle brightest could evade the beast, leaving it content in seeing their luster even once in its lifetime.

The next time I opened my eyes, I felt like I just woke up from a really long dream; the kind you can’t forget. At the same time, I felt like a part of me was missing. It was a sense of relief and longing at the same time. Above all, however, I was glad it was all over.

Finding a course of escape, the girl ran for the water but already wet from her pursuers, her window was closing. Nearly a meter from the water's edge, the girl fell as her legs had fused into a tail. So close to freedom and set upon by her captors, the girl let out a cry that pierced the air and felled her pursuers. They would never rise again and she would never speak a word again.

She took a step and the chains rattled, signifying her predicament. The next step saw the chain snap, not as a signifyer of freedom, but as a punishment for defying her master. Once the chain broke, it turned and lashed at her legs, breaking skin and tearing muscle. This was not the beginning but it was far from the end.

The boy wanted one thing. Now that he had it, he could finally pass on. The girl cherished life but didn't realize how fleeting it was until she saw the hand of her lover, beckoning her to join him.

“My mark; my blade, known to fell a thousand with one. Now, must land true a thousand into one. None shall bear witness to that which cuts the thread of fate; the branding severance.”

The man walked onto the crystal blue lake, striding across its surface as ice spread from his foot steps and coated the blue with white. What he had to do from there was no small feat. This was his trial- a trial by execution, and his executor was none other than his best friend and captain. From the sky fell the executor in question, landing silently on the still surface as the surrounding ice erupted upward from his presence alone. The fight had already begun.

I wish they'd talk more; I can't see them when they're quiet, and I'm getting hungry... There used to be so many that I could see the world. Now, there is only darkness with the occasional glimmer of light. Food.

I saw an angel fall from grace and as it landed, it dropped a single feather before disappearing into nothing. Upon picking up the feather, it turned into a card. That gave me an idea as I watched a demon fall soon after. That was the start.

I still see her when I wake up in the morning; maybe I should move her head from the night-stand.

I was alarmed that I accidentally hit the mirror and it shattered, but more so that my reflection now stared at me from the space behind the wall.

Take solace in that which you cannot see, for it cannot see as well. Darkness is a substance and light is the lack of such. Heed not the warnings of the oppressed, for they cannot help you. Not when you sink into the pitch that falls from a place beyond. Remember: the light was not here first...

It's so bright without any light There's no ink, but I can taste the black I understand what's to be said In a land without sight A place where there's no turning back Where there's no other color than red

And when the world fell, so too did the angels and the devils rise, but all too late as the earth spilled over with sin to where even the devils felt fear and their flesh burned by the light of ire. The gods could naught but flee in fear or be turned to sunder.

The first wave of death came when the sky fell. those who adapted, dug and those who didn't, drowned. The second wave came when the earth rose. Those who adapted, flew and those who didn't, burned. The final wave came when the water froze. Those who adapted, swam and those who didn't, suffocated.