|I HAVE A FACE!|
Better than Valentine's chocolatesLevy sighed for what felt like, and probably was, the millionth time that day. She lifted her head from her old book, its pages yellowed and wrinkled with age, and looked out the window. The large, fluffy clouds that had masked the blue sky all day were finally releasing fat flakes of snow that were now collecting on the ground, but not yet covering it. Levy snuggled down farther into the corner of her couch, the only surface in her cramped apartment that was not covered in books.Better than Valentine's chocolates by superpopcorn101
Today was February the fourteenth. Valentine's Day. Levy had gone to the guild, just like any other day, in high spirits, giddy with excitement for the day. All that week she had been working on intricate valentines to give to her friends today. Everyone was exchanging valentines, declaring love, mostly in a joking way, and picking out people to be their valentine when she arrived. Levy was happy to join in the fun and gave all her valentines away. All but one. No matter how hard Levy looked she couldn't find
In my perfect worldAlex had his hands in his pockets as he walked along. The dirt beneath his feet was black and infertile with many cracks full of lava rivers and ravines. The smell of brimstone hung in the burning dry air and the sound of agonized screeching was inescapable. Demons similar to Alex flew up above on flaming wings and fought each other for no reason. Alex didn't join in these activities, he had no desire to fight or fly, despite the demonic wings folded on his back. His pointed tail flicked lazily back and forth in time with every footstep.In my perfect world by superpopcorn101
How did Alex end up in hell? He couldn't tell you. He remembered nothing of his old life, though he was certain for some reason that he had had a life before this eternal torture. However Alex had a feeling that he deserved this. If he was here now that must mean he was a bad person, why else would he be so ruthlessly punished?
Alex remembered a lot of things, but none of them made sense. The cluster of memories was near impossible to untangle, just a
The circle won't be broken"Booker, are you ready to start?" Elizabeth asked quietly, peeping out between the curtains at the gathered mass. She glanced back at Booker who was taking his place at the edge of their so called stage, resting his guitar on his lap.The circle won't be broken by superpopcorn101
"Yeah," he muttered, strumming his instrument lightly.
Elizabeth smiled and went to work pulling the curtains back. There was polite applause as the two on stage were revealed. She took a deep breathe, feeling the wind gently run its fingers through her hair. They had picked an excellent spot to set up. Tall yellow grass stretched across a meadow just outside of town with the occasional tree that broke forth, tall and strong from the earth, each bearing juicy ripe apricots.
Elizabeth closed her eyes waiting for her cue. To her left she could hear Booker start up the slow tune on his guitar of Will The Circle Be Unbroken. The she began her song. The familiar notes flowed easily from her rosy lips, gliding gently over the grass to caress the ears of the gat
Frozen creeks lead to warm meetingsFrozen creeks lead to warm meetingsFrozen creeks lead to warm meetings by superpopcorn101
You quietly walk along the snow covered path. December has just begun and the first signs of snow have arrived. So far only a light dusting has made it to the ground, but it's cold enough to freeze hell over.
Of course you thought this was a perfect time to go on a walk in the park. You always did like walks in nature. Especially when it was so beautiful outside. The dead trees, their leaves fallen long ago, and their branches covered in snow and frost, looked beautiful all clumped together to form an orderly replica of nature.
You hunch your shoulders and bury your face in the scarf around your neck. It sure is cold out. You start to question if this was really the best idea. Even in your puffy coat and warm hat, you fear you might freeze.
You feel a change in the ground as you pass from the smooth concrete path to the wooden bridge that arched over a creek. Normally the creek flowed and it was a nice place to hang out during the summer. But with wi
Darkness had a talent for swallowing entire cities back then. Fought by candles, flickering flames scared away the monsters that surely lurked behind the curtain of onyx that descended upon streets that bustled in the daylight hours. Only a certain few actually roamed about at this time of night. Everyone else was tucked away in their beds, dreaming peacefully, or rolling fitfully through nightmares. Not even the dogs barked this late at night.
Those who dared to disturb the quiet that settled over Jerusalem were few and far between and whispered their necessary conversations, as if speaking at a normal volume would shatter the veil of silence.
Guards patroled, surely, and the clanking of their armour sounded almost like tinkling bells in the dark. It was quite nearly a lullabye for those who were awake to hear it. An expected sound, that if it ever stopped, would result in a restless night. However, most of those lovely men had taken to any particular corner of stone to lean and drift