Innocent Eyes

"You asked about my arm," Pan had sighed, "Its from the war." "The war? You mean, one of the wars you fight here?" I had suggested as he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "1939, World War Two." he sternly corrected me, "I got it from the first time." "First time?" I had asked as he nodded, starting to pace around me. "There's something I haven't told you about the trails. The first part of them is, as you know, living

them. A beautiful woman with short dark hair and glowing ice blue eyes walked in, every male eye was drawn to her as she stood there appraising them. She drew a glowing sword that matched her eyes from it scabbard and approached the cage that held them. “Do you know who I am?” The woman said in a voice that echoed through the chamber. Marco gulped, “The Goddess?” The Goddess nodded slightly and asked, “Do you know what I say to innocent bystanders?” The men had all heard the phrase at least a dozen

second floor, my eyes could easily spot her lying in the lush, green grass. Her small body stretches like a snake. The sun’s rays gently touch her bright yellow-orange fur. Her expression is as calm as the one of a sleeping baby. Once the sun starts to annoy her, she walks into the shadows of the walls and continues her sleeping beauty routine. 2)It was a sunny morning when she appeared in front of my room door. A small yellow-orange creature meowed before me. Her enormous greenish eyes stared intensely

Life has a funny way of turning your world upside down. Everything can change in the blink of an eye and never be the same again. People take things for granite but never realize what they have until it is gone. However, I first handedly have experienced what it is like to almost lose the most important thing in my life. October, 1, 2014, was the day that my life took a drastic turn. I specifically remember that it was unbearably cool that day. Kingston, my brother, and I had just arrived home from

Leaning against the bathroom wall, Kyle teasingly lowered his gaze to appraise Azairah from head to toe, and smiled when his eyes eventually returned to her face. "Granted, you're not coated in blood, but still definitely worth staring at. However, I won't admit just what it does for me, as if I compliment you too often." The man flirted in a manner expected more of innocent adolescent lovers than one half of a duo who'd recently disposed of two brutally tortured and mutilated corpses. "You might

Chapter One "Again," She says. Her eyes are cold, hard and demanding. The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again

hide. I toss it to the streets: a near-spent carcass for mechanic scavengers. Autumn’s blood stains the sky and the land with scarlets and ochres. Against the jet, obsidian, ebony of the city, a dark, foreboding attraction is conjured in one’s eye. A rope with which you tie your own noose. Three crimson dots on coarse black leather. My scars itch. I resist the urge to scratch them. The eyepatch is a static constant, the only entity in the Universe that will not change, not evolve, no exceptions

Boudreaux stood gazing out a large window that faced the slow moving river. When he finally turned toward me, he was brooding, his appearance, dark and menacing. His eyes were not the soothing moss green color I adored; they were almost black, threatening… The brooding look added even more mystery, maybe even a little hint of the danger I remembered from when I had first met him. I disliked him immensely back then. His blonde mane was untidy. It had grown to a little below his shoulders, but still

secret passed through a whisper. Sansa shared hers' without saying a word. Perhaps if the others knew who Sansa was they would have gawked and stared. But the only one who did was standing in the water waiting for her. Framed beneath his long hair, his eyes locked onto her the entire time. Watching her girlish movements: diffident brushing of her hand against her body, drinking her in from head to toe. If Sansa had seen him as a strange and foreign man, then in the moonlight skinny

Looking at the man whom he recognised to be Mark, the guy with Jihyo from the bar, he couldn’t help but die a little more inside. In the public eye, they were a couple. Heck, what if Jihyo was dating him now? Was Jungkook’s actions all going to waste? Was he really not worth it? Did he mess up that bad? And as Jihyo looked around her, she turned around and her eyes landed on Jungkook. Shock was evident from her face, but she didn’t tear her gaze away. The crew, the crowd and the fancy clothes was Jungkook’s