This is a ‘this would scare me’ warning! (I don’t like things that stick around in the dark in the back of your mind, waiting for an unguarded moment at four am.)
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“Mommy, why does the moon look so sad?”

I looked up. I couldn’t see the moon through his window, though I could see the light she cast. Continue reading →

Inspired by Mechanics by AnHellica

Was that sunset, or sunrise?

Issac blinked several times and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He tried to clear the blur out of his eyes. It didn’t work. He put his glasses back on, and the black blob on the hill resolved itself into the old oak. The sky was red and orange, fading to golden and blue. Continue reading →

Inspired by Red Light District by jcbarquet

“Oh gods!” Corn’s voice was muffled by the steel sides of the barrel.

Trung shifted his grip on the bundle of hair he was holding, catching a few strands that were trying to escape. There was a series of gross, wet, hacking sounds, then heaving silence.
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Inspired by: SHAZAM! By Haining-art on DeviantArt

The presence hovered around him like a cloud of body odor. She smelled it before she saw him, before she turned to look and find his face. There was the noise of twenty people in a small, warm place, the rain outside, the swish click of the door opening yet again— And the overwhelming vision. A vision of a young man almost as radiant as God, his eyes the color of lightning, dressed in scarlet and gold. Continue reading →

Inspired by: Kitsune by XViolacea

It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Or spotting fish in a barrel. You had to ask yourself (or rather, Ichigo had to ask himself) the easy questions. Questions like: why is there a very well dressed woman out here at three in the morning? Continue reading →

McTire knew it was going to be a bad day when he had to wait for the snow plow to clear out his driveway. Thick grey clouds hung close overhead, turning the dawn grimy and dark. Even his monster four wheeler couldn’t break through the bank. McTire had waited, coffee freezing in his bundled up hands, until those huge lights burned out of the not-night like distant angels, approaching at ten miles an hour.

It was still fall, for chrisakes!

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I could tell he was a kitten. His paws were still too big for his face and he was sitting awkwardly, like he didn’t know quite where his butt was. But there was a wisdom in those eyes, and a humor, that you normally only got in older cats. I held out my fingers, clicked them together.

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Inspired by Night Watchman by Vlad-off-kru on DeviantArt

“Boss! Boss wake up! BoooOOoOsss!”

Boss snorfuled and shifted his arms, covering his head. Dog changed tactics, and began sniffing around Boss’s jacket. “Boss, boss. Booos bosss.” Dog hummed happily. Boss had a couple of treats on him, little cracker bits he’d either forgotten about, or meant to give Dog later.

“Cum’mon Boss! Wake up! I’m huuuungry Boss! It’s morning Boss! We gotta get up!”

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There was a slow creak, followed by a series of short ones, with that telling silence in between. Angela looked up, pausing her music as a new song started. Carrie came down the stairs and around the corner, her deep frown firmly in place.

“Good morning.” Angela said, joking, in a three-quarters whisper, out of respect for the still (hopefully) sleeping parents. Continue reading →