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The Snake CharmerI've kissed many snakes in my lifetime and I've enjoyed kissing them more than any man.
My first kiss came from a fat old auntie snake named Parvati. She was a six foot long queen cobra, plump and silver-black. Kissing a cobra is a bit like being struck by lightning and surviving. You feel the deadly energy pulsing under those cool snake lips as you brush your face against theirs. But a venomous snake’s life is all about restraint – when to use its poison to kill prey or protect itself and when to hold back, bluff or run away.
They demand the same patience and self-control from you, the snake-charmer. If you give them that respe
Slayers Project - Ch 13 Human Ephriam could not wipe away the grin plastered to his face. Being around her made him feel more human than he had felt in four hundred years. He didn't fear the rising sun, she made him want to flirt with death if it meant seeing her for just a few minutes longer. He made it to his basement hideout with only seconds to spare. Amidst the dust and decay, he suddenly wished for a companion. Someone in which he could divulge his giddy crush on the mortal slayer. He felt too wound up for sleep but his preternatural nature took over and it wasn't long before he was dreaming impatiently of midnight picnics and a hazel-green eyed goddess.
Shadow Prey - Part 5Part of the Awakening: Fractured Memories Series
Shadow Prey - Part 5
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Astral shouted.
“Officially, you are only visiting with your grandfather. It would be strange if you arrived at the city armed. Seth will be serving as your escort. It’s time that you learned to trust someone with your life. Let him do his job and everything will work out, you’ll see.” There was doubt in her Master’s eyes.
“You can trust me to take you to the capital,” Seth said, the hint of a question lingering just a moment longer.
“That’s not the point,” Astr
ultimo amoreultimo amore prologue
for how many days has it been for me to be sleeping in my own bed without knowing the time went on its own.
without having me there.
without having me in those time of present, past or even the future without my decisions to think or decide.
just kept on sleeping like a sleepy beauty, carelessly without knowing when my life will end by doing nothing.
the time is clicking, as my early days are disappearing each day, each time.
how long did i close my eyes so easily and ignore the surroundings of my people?
Chapter 1: The Birth.Chapter 1: The Birth.
There is a popular false belief that personality is an exclusive privilege of the human race. In some parts of the world, in certain minds the arrogance reaches out to include only people that look and think like them while clumping others into stereotypical caricatures devoid of individuality: Christians and atheists, conservatives and liberals, blacks and whites, men and women, young people and old people. Like day and night they are defined in comparison, in opposition to the other, while often missing the amazing details, the parsley ornaments in that black, the velvety texture, the silvery designs on that white, th
Werewolf's bite chapter two At the cafateria,i got my tray and go to a table.Other lad's are mocking me of what i do.I fell dissapointment,desgrace,pathatic,unseatled,like I dont belong here.In a table with my bud,zack."hey,you gonna eat that?"zack pointed at the burgur,asking if he can have it.before the question is reveal,i'de clech my fingers to the bugur and bite part of it.the juice in the meat flung like a slauter,chew like a mad man ,then spit at a girl's face without notice.
"AHHH!!"she sceam,"run of you life! hes spreading germs!!"other joke and laugh,every lass join him.I paused ,hearing their snickers rushing down my ear."urgh!,you fat head!!!" the girl
Creatures of the Night, Heed my Words: Chapter 5Shadlock was laying stomach, he wasn’t like that before, legs straight going off the couch and touching the sparsely decorated side table. His arms were folded under his head, his eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. If he wasn’t one of them I would give his companionship a thought. “I have the stuff to bind your wounds,” I say uneasily, I’ve never been close to one of them before. There was a soft groan and a pleasured sighed. I moved closer to him, his eyes flickered behind his closed lids. He’s dreaming, I would have guessed that they didn’t dream; let alone sleep.
I took the final step to get over to the couch, my hands hovered over the pale expanse of flesh; sprinkled with new cuts and old scars. A soft noise caught me off guard, it had a slight whistle to it and ended in
It will all work out
At this point I no longer know how true that is mainly because I've forgotten how long I've had to tell myself this. The lie of yesterday is the void I feel right now. I'm more childish than I would ever care to admit, imagination has been my lifeline. Lies have left me empty but it feels better then fear.
All of life is a risk. No matter how many lines you cast, no matter how many verses you write, you may never catch. You could spend a lifetime drifting through sea, the sun your only companion and never find a sanctuary. Your haven may always be in Europe while you're trying to find it in New York. You may
A Demon's Confession 2Dear Someone... Again....
It's been three weeks since my last entry, and I believe that maybe, just maybe....
I believe my sister has been tracking me.
Her scent floods this town's air and I feel like I'm drowning in my old life's memories. My tarot cards and Althea's bright smile... I'd know her scent anywhere. If I did not reek of blood and death, I would smell exactly like her, after all. We are twins.
This town is bustling with festival activites and I'm trying hard to keep from going on another rampage. The screaming men and women grate on my nerves and I can hardly stand it....
I miss Althea.
Some part of me, most likely the demon
Risen, FAFD Book 2 Chapter 2Aris awoke early the next day. She frowns at the sunlight streaming in from a cracked window. Sunlight, the rise of God. She sighs.
“What’s wrong sweet cheeks? Hate sunlight? You a vamp or something? Or is it that whole
“God is rising” crap angels praise and sing about?”
“We didn’t sing about it.”
“Pah-thet-ic. Forget it him kid.”
“Let me guess, he was like a second father to you when you died at an early age.”
“Spill the beans.”
“Modern human expressionism 101. Sp
Aboard the Leviathan
“The Ark is still in pursuit!”
“That’s it we’re going down!”
“No! If we crash they WILL follow!”
“General on deck!”
Beelzebub and Asmodeus stood at attention, leaving the lower ranking Divine to steer their crippled vessel as General Lucifer Morningstar limped through the doorway, his lover Lilith supporting him. The usurper was pale and shaking, his pitch black wings dragging helplessly behind him, their bones shattered.
“Why did we pull out of lightspeed Colonels?” he asked in a breathy voice.
“Sir!” Beelzebub replied,
Alone and ColdAlone and Cold
Alone and cold, Dripping and wet
So close to death, but not there yet
People walk past, people look down
They tut, they sigh and others just frown
How did she get here? Why did nobody care?
She had nothing and noone, yet nobody shared
No money, no shelter, no food and no aid
All she had was old and decayed
This be the trauma of a person alone
No money, no family, no love and no home...
By Nadine Reading
Power Calling Blurb"Magic isn't black nor white... but the with however, she must choose."
- Lilian O'Quinn (Conner's Mother)
A young with, her life, her choices, her future. Every choice changes our path and what will change for Morgan Blaire?
Morgan is a seventeen year old witch and the daughter of high coven leader Isabella Blaire. This young girl is smart, powerful and zealous to reach her aims from her birthright to finding love. She leads what seems a normalish life, discounting the magic... but that's what's normal to her.
Shes's on the fast track to becoming the most powerful witch of her generation and fulfilling her mother's every ideal.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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