A shadowy figure bolted through the alley. Old wrappers and garbage crunched under his dirty sneakers. He splashed through a filthy puddle that hopefully had water in it. If it were day, one would see the puddle tinged red. Blood from his shoes.
Other than the normal sounds of the city at night--An argument here, a car alarm there--the only sounds were the slap-smack of his shoes on the ground and the man's terrified panting. A shot from a pistol, fired right behind him. The bullet missed, embedding itself into the brick wall. The man screamed and ran faster. Behind him a woman sprinted, desperate to catch up. Fury had taken over her. She ig
Morty lay on his back, looking up at the starry expanse of sky. Or he would be, if he wasn't in a tent. Fading in and out of the medicine-induced delirium, visions fluttered past him. Ghosts of his past wavered in and out of his view, superimposed on the blank dark canvas of the tent wall. Morty closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, though the visions still haunted him. And one in particular...
In Tobeem, it was always cold. The sun never shone. The grass never grew. For ten months of the year, the world was locked in white snow and ice. For the other two months, one could drown in slush and mud. It was a hard world. The soft and weak cou
Inside Mark Leon's head... by Mikeywolf, literature
Literature
Inside Mark Leon's head...
Ahh, it's good to be back in Laria Castle. Even with someone, it's never fun when you're away from home. Especially when you're spying on a hostile foreign secret society. Full of thieves, assassins, and other...Unsavory fellows. And you have almost no lead. And you have to infiltrate this place to uncover multiple assassination plots on your government. And report the information. And get out alive and intact. Without anyone on your trail.
Isn't spying fun?
But yeah, after about four months or so, Maia and I finally got back. Nearly died too. Of course, the Fly (That's me, because I'm so good at sneaking around and getting information) and
A regular summer day, like any other. Two boys, somewhere between the ages of twelve and fifteen, and their dog, walking through the forest. The two boys were identical twins. The same face, the same coarse black hair, the same brown eyes, of such a deep shade that in some lights they almost looked red. Other than their clothes, the only way to tell them apart was that one had long hair tied back in a rough band. They walked through the forest, with shorts, T-shirts, and dingy sneakers, shovels on their backs, their dog gaily loping beside them, smiles between them as they had a secret to share.
Taz and Jeff. Those were their names. Well, to
A shadowy figure bolted through the alley. Old wrappers and garbage crunched under his dirty sneakers. He splashed through a filthy puddle that hopefully had water in it. If it were day, one would see the puddle tinged red. Blood from his shoes.
Other than the normal sounds of the city at night--An argument here, a car alarm there--the only sounds were the slap-smack of his shoes on the ground and the man's terrified panting. A shot from a pistol, fired right behind him. The bullet missed, embedding itself into the brick wall. The man screamed and ran faster. Behind him a woman sprinted, desperate to catch up. Fury had taken over her. She ig
Morty lay on his back, looking up at the starry expanse of sky. Or he would be, if he wasn't in a tent. Fading in and out of the medicine-induced delirium, visions fluttered past him. Ghosts of his past wavered in and out of his view, superimposed on the blank dark canvas of the tent wall. Morty closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, though the visions still haunted him. And one in particular...
In Tobeem, it was always cold. The sun never shone. The grass never grew. For ten months of the year, the world was locked in white snow and ice. For the other two months, one could drown in slush and mud. It was a hard world. The soft and weak cou
Inside Mark Leon's head... by Mikeywolf, literature
Literature
Inside Mark Leon's head...
Ahh, it's good to be back in Laria Castle. Even with someone, it's never fun when you're away from home. Especially when you're spying on a hostile foreign secret society. Full of thieves, assassins, and other...Unsavory fellows. And you have almost no lead. And you have to infiltrate this place to uncover multiple assassination plots on your government. And report the information. And get out alive and intact. Without anyone on your trail.
Isn't spying fun?
But yeah, after about four months or so, Maia and I finally got back. Nearly died too. Of course, the Fly (That's me, because I'm so good at sneaking around and getting information) and
A regular summer day, like any other. Two boys, somewhere between the ages of twelve and fifteen, and their dog, walking through the forest. The two boys were identical twins. The same face, the same coarse black hair, the same brown eyes, of such a deep shade that in some lights they almost looked red. Other than their clothes, the only way to tell them apart was that one had long hair tied back in a rough band. They walked through the forest, with shorts, T-shirts, and dingy sneakers, shovels on their backs, their dog gaily loping beside them, smiles between them as they had a secret to share.
Taz and Jeff. Those were their names. Well, to
"Urgh, formal dress is so stiff," Lexi muttered to herself as she shifted in her pressed gown. "Gimme a cotton dress any day."
"Think that's bad? Try having some wacko servant attempt to shove a corset on you!"
"Janine, did you threaten him with the crossbow again?"
"Come on, Lexi! I've never had a crossbow before!"
"Long as you don't shoot Riley--I mean, the prince."
"Someone call my name?" Prince Riley ran over to the two sisters, his rusty hair in striking contrast to his robe. "Please, you can just call me Riley. I mean, you did save my life. And then, with my father...I can never thank you enough."
"Don't mention it. Riley, have yo
Collette hummed quietly to herself as she spread a thin veil of strawberry jam on her toast. She liked jam, especially strawberry. Collette had something of a sweet tooth, and the nice man who worked weekends always went out of his way to sneak her in something. The man that worked there weekends was the best. He always brought her strawberry jam. She took a bite as she dropped a sugar cube into her orange juice. Those were both his, again. He had brought it in for her for breakfast, he said, but he didnt manage to get it to her until early evening.
Taking ano
Current Residence: New York Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock! Favourite style of art: Cartoony MP3 player of choice: You mean there's something other than an iPod? Skin of choice: ...*Pinches elbow*
Favourite Visual Artist
If you mean famous, the Picasso. Otherwise, Hail Nekoyasha.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I've got a few. LOVE Pink Floyd though.
Favourite Games
*Shrugs*
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nintendo Wii.
Tools of the Trade
Pen, pencils, eraser, and paper. Don't forget paper.
Other Interests
Reading, drawing, science, animals, nature, video games, animals
You know how I'm usually a bright, chipper, basically happy person?
...I really haven't been myself lately. Not depressed, just...Down. I've always had issues and I've been telling my parents for the last two months or so that I think I need the dosage on my medicine increased and I'm really not doing as well in school as I should be and I'm really anxious and twisted up about college and I really feel lost and alienated a lot and basically I feel like someone dumped a bucket of sludgy water on my in front of everyone and now I'm soaking wet, covered in sludge, and everyone's laughing at me and nobody's offering me a change of clothes or eve
Okay, we all know of teen pregnancy, and I'll spare you a rant, but THIS is ****ing ridiculous!
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece
WHAT. THE. F***?!
Hi! As someone who was previously listed under the member list at I would like to invite you to the now official group version of that club #TCE-and-ATA-fanclub I apologize for not being able to send you an official invitation, but I have a limit to how many I can send out at a time. I hope to see you there!