The sun has been gone for a while. It's nighttime. The insects and birds are still making noise. Off in the distance, wolves prowl the plains, their grey ears turning to listen to every sound. It's nighttime, but I can see clearly as if it's daytime. Of course. I raise my free hand and look at the pale blue skin, confirming the thought that ( Read more... )

No first-person story-entry today. Too bored in China. Here's a Meme pinched from my 'uncle' Guard81.

Funny. Miss Fey just happens to seem to not belong in Hell, what with being a holy person and all. Nice coincidence. Or is it? >_> (I honestly didn't edit the results!!!)

Something isn't right. You feel as if you have walked into a place different from where you want to be. The air feels and tastes different. The leather sofas and the coffee table are nowhere in sight. The floor, wooden with rugs before, is now packed-down dirt. And the walls-- Oh God, the walls! There ARE no walls. You look around. Cherry trees in ( Read more... )

You hear a loud bang, followed by a thud. A cloud of smoke explodes/appears, then starts to dissipate. As it does, a figure within the cloud becomes visible. You make out black hair, partially dyed red, and a black outfit to match the ominous feeling you're starting to get - sleeveless turtleneck, tight jeans, work boots that look like they've ( Read more... )