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Yomi Meets Dead Master by Kuro-Kinny, literature
Literature
Yomi Meets Dead Master
The silence in the atmosphere spoke for itself. She pressed her hands upon her face and started shaking from head to toe. She wasn't prepared for this. Yomi yelled out for Mato, but to no avail, she was too far to hear her. So her only companion in this small town couldn't come to her rescue. Her knees weaken and she set her body against a telephone pole, her palm against it. Her eyes looked up to the sky, hoping that the rainbow she wish to see appears before her.
Alas, it did not. The soul that was once Yomi has now split apart. This "Dead Master" that spoke with her.. she shares her soul with her body. Maybe she had a reason to do so, b
The Smile That Starts Nightmares - By Kin by Kuro-Kinny, literature
Literature
The Smile That Starts Nightmares - By Kin
The Smile That Starts Nightmares
The dark abyss was endless as it was lifeless. Echoes of footsteps and falling rocks filled the place with an eerie feeling. There was a distinct dragging sound coming from the left of the sign that would always point up north toward the inhabitant house. Her wings have never seem to move, but she was able to hover along the ground. She would always hold onto a scythe that was sometimes dripping with blood. She was also mistaken for the reaper due to it. Her smile, which is her signature of an introduction, has frightened and scared her opponents stiff with fear. But several people and her victims would alwa
The Ravaged Angel (Part 2) by ArsenicalLady, literature
Literature
The Ravaged Angel (Part 2)
Among her eyes there once was fear.
Of rejection,
It was clear.
Now her eyes have lost the shine,
None knew that she was drawing near.
Several months passed by, the cold beginning to settle on the little town. Snow and ice gathered around roads and piled up on the outskirts, making the lonely little buildings and shops almost unable to unbury themselves.
Along the side of the road, a girl traveled. Her long white hair was knotted and dirty with leaves and gravel sticking in the knots. Her face was smudged with grime, her jeans were torn, dirty, and wet around the ankles, her once white tank top now was grey from dirt, and her black fleece j
The Ravaged Angel (Part 1) by ArsenicalLady, literature
Literature
The Ravaged Angel (Part 1)
She stands with her back to the wind,
A broken soul,
And not one sin.
Words screaming through her head are clear,
And none can silence the awful din.
The girl with horns observed the plains before her. Her seat on the rooftop gave her a substantial view over the Threshold, granting access to the thousand-yard planes that spread like seas before her. Beneath her, figures of young girls flashed and spun, weapons clanging and eyes glinting as they trained hard and steadily for battle.
The horned girl straightened up a bit as she heard heavy, uneven footsteps behind her, determining the only one person it could be, and smiled just a bit as she
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
It's a very cold night. She stands stock still before her latest kill. He is-he was-a large, horned moose, a good fat one too, his dark brown fur is now stained with his own blood.
It's a sloppy kill. But it'll have to do. An animal this size is worth sixty, after all, and she needs the money. Medicine is expensive.
She grabs his horn, halting briefly as bones crackle, and then continues on again. She now stops for nothing, even the villagers wrapped in warm clothing t
Behind These (Green) Eyes
By Kuro-Kinny
The morning sun peeked through the white laced curtains. It filled the room with the new start of another day as a girl was woken up by the alarm clock. It was one of those loud bell-ringing clocks, not a digital clock with loud/soft sound settings. She rose her hand to it and switched the alarm off. The warm bed covers she slept in was irresistible to sleep back into, but she had school that day so she didn't sleep in. She swung the covers off her body and got up with her legs on the edge of the bed. Shortly after, she reached up above shoulders, stretching them out as her fingers to the ceiling.
She smiled
She laughed
She had a wonderful time
She was my one and only friend
Her eyes of excitement
Always make me feel happy
That one little moment
With her warmth against mine
It was embarassing
But I was happy
It made me love her
The way she is
One day
She had another friend
Who had a common interest
That I couldn't share
I felt distant
Watching the two laugh
As I sat by on my own
Leaving my thoughts to myself
A mix of hatred and depression
Filled the void in my heart
The color of envy and dark clouds
Take over my mind
Within a single moment has passed
I looked to the shadow on my side
Where the sunset begin to
The venue was a springtime garden complete with a flowing stream and bridge across. The bridge was decorated with rainbows, bright and colorful with a proud flag at the end.
Mato wore a blue suit. She hated dresses, always would, always will, so that was her only agreement; Yomi and her rich-ass family could plan everything else, her own dad could even fly in from his job in Korea to walk her down the isle, but she was wearing a god-damn suit.
She didn’t think she’d be nervous, but as she buttoned her collar, she realized her hands were shaking. Mato had to lean against the dresser and compose herself; she couldn’t allow h