tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86743248565562261712011-10-20T21:08:32.060-05:00Gathering of stories that roam my mindEver Metahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488990037903573384noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674324856556226171.post-6783151666446106992010-11-03T19:40:00.003-05:002010-11-03T20:24:01.007-05:00

The quiet rattling of bones as the skeletal monster moved brazenly in the room, crashing into the walls and pillars. Axel stayed hidden in the shadows of the door, too afraid to move and call attention to himself, the beast's maw coated in the blood of his companions. His usually clean and cut black suit disheveled and marked with the red, sickly substance. It took all his willpower to not barf

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Where am I? Simple question, or should be anyway. Better question, what am I?Human? No, I was sometime ago. Animal? No, they are born from parents. Monster? No, I don't think I'm that horrible looking. Alien? No, I was born on earth. Me? Why not. I don't have anything else left. But what is 'me'? I can't even pronounce my name anymore, not that I remember it. Heh, I'm thinking in sounds that

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Ouch. Huh? Oh, right... ow.... dang. Wh-right. I shouldn't have tried, but it was too entertaining. All my work turn back into my face, heh. Where is Carily, did she make a deal? Maybe she's finally bored with me... huh. Two backstabbing broads, back to back no less. Day after day, taking her around, showing her the area and where to go. I shouldn't have began teaching her how to fight or

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Crap, crap, crap. I've thought about it, always looked at the possibility, looked at the extent at which I wanted to hurt myself, but dang it all, it still fricking exceeds everything I imagined. I wanted to have fur afterwards, shifting if possible, white if not. I wanted paws and claws, I wanted to kill something. But dang it, not like this. The twisting of my muscles, the ripping of my

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The sun creeps out from behind the snow-capped, onyx mountains. As the rays pierce through into a city, small to large, wood to metal, doors open as people rush through, some momentarily blinded by the bright rays. The people greet and pass each other in search of their own destination. Some in a rush and others in a calm stroll, everyone's breath adds to the fog engulfing the city. Children hide

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Another job, another day. Running through the alleys from thugs, searching for my little money case. Oh where, oh where, are you, you little kitty. Man, powerful people just have all kinds of strange fetishes, the object of desire, not the dirty stuff, well not this time. This time's a little kitty... which I'm starting to doubt is very accurate description, considering the massive collections of

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Carily has strange and spiteful tricks. We got away from Sola at her nest, vicious eaters, bones and weapons everywhere. Brought, well, dragged her to my second hide-away, bad idea. It's too dark, why? Because I'm chased, don't need people looking in. She opens the windows and lets the scorching sun blaze in. It's so messy, why don't you clean up? Because I never have people here, besides me

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It wasn't a bad day when the police chased me, I'm a thief, I'm used to it. It wasn't a bad day when my targets started shooting at me, I can kill, so it's only fair. It wasn't a bad day when I was trapped in a dead-end, I've gotten out of worse. It WAS a bad day when I realized my target today wasn't an object, but a person, so I've upgraded from thief to would-be kidnapper. Now, why was it a

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