Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonet by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
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Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonet
The light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed
One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.
Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning h
Commission: Spoils of a Treasure Hunter by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
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Commission: Spoils of a Treasure Hunter
The pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.
"Ah yes girls" He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in G
Waiting Silently in a Tattered Rocking Chair by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
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Waiting Silently in a Tattered Rocking Chair
Silence.
She sat in complete silence.
Outside the dull, grey walls of her twelfth-story apartment, the world moved endlessly, noisily.
But to her, there was silence. Complete silence.
A ceiling fan rotated slowly above her; a fly lay dead on the window sill beside her; the festering corpse of a mouse lay putridly on the carpet in the corner of the hot, humid room across from her.
Yet, she sat in silence.
The window was home to a single potted plant; a small green sapling growing hesitantly out into the ever-putrid air of the apartment. It's dish had long-since cracked in the heat, and rot where the water leaks through had slowly begun t
Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 1 by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
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Odyssey into 2012 Chapter 1
The glare of the first gate blinds her momentarily; her memories flooded with a luminescence overpowering. She can't remember who she is, or why she's here.
She is oblivious to herself and the world around her; all she knows is the gate and the surrounding darkness. Hesitantly, she steps through, and is blinded again by a bright white glare.
Slowly the glare dies down as her eyes adjust. She can see clearly now; both the gate and her memory. She had traveled a long way to be here, to open this gate. She had travelled across the galaxy in the blink of an eye, she had opened a portal through time and space, and she had climbed through it. A p
We're not talking simply about a change of plan here We're talking about a change of identity. We're not changing the environment; only ourselves. We're going to alter who we are, so that we become Perfect Strangers to ourselves
I stand behind the sink. On the linoleum floor below me are small drops of water that slowly stream into a puddle as more drops fall from my face. I look up at the mirror. My eyes are red, mascara is running down my cheeks and the foundation on my face turns into a slimy paste as I stare at my reflection.
"What have you become!?" A voice inside my head yells at me. I close my eyes tightly, shutting out m
He called again; "Run!" he said
I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.
And of course, I remember the Doctor.
He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He
I Burn In Scolding Flames by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
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I Burn In Scolding Flames
After every draft, I burn in scolding flames, a letter to you that you will never read; a magnitude of confessions, emotions and thoughts. A multitude of arsenals, an array of literary weapons; arguments embodied in paragraphs, statements hidden in the clean sheath of the white page.
My thoughts poured out into physical existence; lead weighted down onto a page to represent the many confusions of my mind; a foothold of opinion to further grasp a clear understanding.
And yet, after every draft, I burn in scolding flames, a letter to you that you will never read.
I lash out onto the paper; arsenal flying; all troops armed for battle; ready t