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The Story Behind the Piano
When I was younger, the strangest thing has happened to me. I once killed a woman and collected her soul for my father’s quota. After that day, I continued to sleep in my coffin, on the edge of my cemetery. Things have never been the same since that woman’s death. I would always hear these unusual sounds coming from deep within my own cemetery. As weeks have passed, I’ve continued to rejoice in the melody that mysteriously played in the night. I never wanted it to end. It was such a soothing lullaby.
After another week, the notes have changed from what I could tell was a piano. Only then did I decide to investigate. The further I’ve traveled, the louder the notes became. Such a talented artist of the hands, I had to know who was playing this work of art. I came upon a church. It was a large, ruined church that I knew very well of. My cemetery is quite large, so it was not surprising to have a
The Sunny SpotSeeing as cooler day's were approaching, and the leaves were starting to their colors, I tried to soak in as much of the green-leaf warmth as I could. Don't get me wrong, I love the wet slush and snow, it's just that I know I'll miss the way the sun baked me in my dark pelt. I might as well enjoy it while it's still here.
Lazing around, I found the purrfect sunny spot. It was right outside of the Apprentices den, where a stream of light was cast down between the canopy of tree branches above. Many of leafy tree's were changing colors already. Pretty orange's and yellow's, mixed in with what was left of the green. I may not have been alive for very long, but I decided that this was my favorite time of all the seasons. Not only was it the prettiest, but it was also the dirtiest. Right next to the new-leaf season, where it rained all the time.
And I loved getting dirty.
Speaking of which, I could still feel a light layer of dust on my pelt from when I rolled around in a sandy spot by the
UntitledIt's 4 am.
And I am wide awake.
Sleep doesn't come easy.
And when it does, I can't tell if I am really asleep or dreaming of being asleep.
I feel itchy.
I scratch my forearm furiously with my sharp nails. These nails comes handy sometimes. I scratched too hard. I am bleeding. I am such a mess. I need to clean myself up before the guards see the wound and think I was trying to kill myself. Again. I sit up straight. I feel a little dizzy from the sudden movement. My eyes cannot adjust to the darkness but I don't need eyes to know what is where. There is not much to know actually. There is a bed, a shelf, a small window, a table and a chair. I know each and every single corner of this square room. I know the floor creaks at seventh step from the bed. I know there is a spider nest at the corner of the shelf. There is a big graffiti on the wall which reads 'God loves you'.
--Roax Alexei Veselovsky is a simple man. A VERY simple man, to be precise. Whether it was from the way he clothed himself or how he goes on with his day, it was all simple. Except for one thing - he loves to think. Sometimes he was so immersed in his own thoughts that he was tuned out from his current surroundings, whether it was an important thing or just a trivial one, like if he had done his laundry or not. This sometimes gave him an alibi, but more often than not became a source of annoyance among his social circle due to his constant daze and far away look, occasionally ignoring conversations and people. And sometimes, he spends his evenings sitting on his chair with a journal and a cup of coffee, thinking and probably write something.
That evening was one of those days.
He was sitting alone in his dingy apartment - even though it was small and somewhat worn out, he had done a good job on keeping it clean and tidy. All his books were lined according to order on the shelf, whi
Strings. My name is Melissa.
When I was 8,my family took me to a free puppet theater for my birthday.It was really crappy to them,but to me,the puppets were amazing.
The man who owned them came up to me after the show.
"Hey,little girl."He said with his thick Italian accent,"Did you like the show?"
"Absolutely!"I said in my young voice,"My favorite was the blonde headed ballerina!"
"Well,here."He said as he gave me a piece of paper.It was blue and had,a sense of magic to it.
"You can use it this afternoon.Come by my workshop and I can make you a puppet!"He said with a grin.
"Oh no,it's quite alright."My Mother said before I could get a answer out.
"Oh pretty please Mommy?With sugar on top??"I begged her as I gave the puppy dog eyes.
I wished I would not have begged her.I went to the man's shop that night,and it was horrible.When I got there,I felt instantly light-headed.I smelled toxic gas in the air.I then fainted.
26 more facts about MediEvil1. Dan is 36 years old, he was born 1250 and died 1286
2. “Canny” is a Scottish term meaning, “pretty”, yet in English it translates to either “cunning” or “smart”.
3. Kift's hands are steam-powered. A reference about how at the time most of the machines were powered by steam and it might also refer to steampunk.
4. In MediEvil Resurrection there is an anachronism: The narrator in the introduction video speaks of chocolate, cocoa wasn't discovered yet since America wasn't discovered either. There’s also a reference to basketballs during the Pumpkin Gorge level, which wasn’t invented either.
5. Judging by the map in the first MediEvil, Gallowmere seems to be set between England and Scotland.
6. Kift and Palethorn were once best friends.
7. Kift lost his hands in an attempt to recreate an Indiana Jones stunt (which hasn’t been around yet). Actually, he lost them while recovering Zarok’s spellbook, which Palethorn ma
School (TF2 fanfic) Chapter 13-Adam's POV-
"Y-You...work..there?" he mumbled, not really asking for a responce. He heard him loud and clear. He just wish he hadn't. "Yea. S' thea' somethin' wrong, mate?" "..." Adam just shook his head. He needed to lie down after that blow to the brain. He nearly fell. They is, until Jake grabbed him. "WHOA! Mate, s' wrong!?" Jake said, grabbing his waist, and holding him up. "I...m'...tiead' " he mumbled. "Oh..why didn't ya' just tell me? Ya' can stay n' the van n'til ya' feel betta', mate" Jake said, holding him up and carring him to the van. He open the door and walked inside. Adam looked around. It was quite nice and roomy and smelled pretty nice. Jake set the boy onto the bed and petted his head. "Get some rest, mate. Ya' look toiad' " he said to the boy. Adam nearly fell asleep just as he hit the bed. Jake smirked and scruffed his hair, liking his hair between his fingers. He stopped, relising that looked more creepy than he wanted and walk to the door after cov
Does and daws. <Gutter-Mutt> Mavro had one thing in mind as he left the whelping room. Food. His own stomach was twisting and turning... and he knew his harem needed good wholesome food to raise puppies. Sighing in slight annoyance, he'd stalk through the compound, and slip under the fence... wandering off toward the north end near the edge of the woods. Hunting time!
<Maara-G> It was late evening by the time Erik noticed he was hungry. He wrinkled his muzzle, or rather what was left, slunk from the catwalks of the theatre with an ugly crack of his back, and slipped out into the dying sunlight. Erik was as ugly as ever, if not moreso. Tall and twisted and ugly, the collie mix padded down deserted streets. He'd heard rumors about pups, and maybe he'd smelled them on the wind, but then again, that might have been the smell of the radiation, he couldn't quite tell anymore. The last dog he expected to see was Mavro. However, as he slipped past the fence for the first time in months, he caught
got this idea from a dream The morning had started off so pleasantly today it's to bad they day only got worse after that. The sun shined though my window, as I slowly started to wake up. I sat up in my bed when I heard footsteps coming toward my bedroom. The door opened and I watched as my older brother walked inside. He saw me laying in bed and told me to get dressed. Since we had a guest coming over later and he told it would be embarrassing if he came over and I was still in my pajamas. Then he left to attend to some other stuff. after he left I got out of bed and put on my clothes, then I went down to the dinning room. When I entered the dinning room breakfast was ready so I deiced to sit down and eat breakfast. I knew it would be better to eat know while it was still fresh rather then wait for my brother since I knew he would be busy preparing for our guest. After I finished eating I left and went into the library so the ser
DisturbedAN: Yes I know it's short. I would have had this reaction if something happened when I was small, but now I'm over things in around a few hours.
She sits in her room, shivering. Shaking. She is huddled over, hugging herself in an attempt to still the quivering. She thought she knew it all She thought she couldn't be disturbed again She was wrong.
"N-No!" She whispers loudly. She knows these thoughts will not leave for a long time.. Not until they are fine with her. Not until they are her second nature.
"No No " She mumbles.
It's too much, she can't take it. She jumps up off her chair, only to plonk back down on it once again. She hasn't the energy for anger. All she is right now is shy. Small. Vulnerable Weak.
"Please " She begs, her head now in her hands, eyes squeezed shut.
"Please Just go away "
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