Leon's DemiseRushing towards a dark alleyway between two buildings, I sidled my back against the cold, brick wall. My heart pounded loudly, my chest heaved in and out heavily, silently trying to grasp any air into my lungs I could get. My legs felt like they were going to buckle and fail on me any moment. Out of fear? Maybe. But you'd feel the same way when you arrive in a dark, empty town, being chased half across the freakin' place with demented people who I swear want something from me... (An autograph? Didn't know I'd get such a warm welcome party on my first day on the force). I just can't tell what! I can't translate moans.Leon's Demise by Linkey95
Cautiously peering my head around the edge of the building, enough to see without being seen, I noticed the weird freaks walking around aimlessly, stumbling around like a bunch of drunken idiots. The sight would've thrown me into a hysterical laughing fit, if, you know, they weren't questionable dead freaks who'd want my insides for dinner. I shuddered at the thought of it
RE: A Visitor in the NightCaught in a heavy downpour, a distressed Claire Redfield walked in the rain. Her clothes were sticky to her skin and her auburn hair had lost its bounce from being drenched. She carried no umbrella, but that didn't seem to bother or care to her. No, that was actually the least of her problems right now. Claire's mind was in a completely different world, her attention fully focused on an object in her palm. She stared at it, lost in a swirl of thoughts. Her lips quivered and she sniffed, biting back her bottom lip and stubbornly refusing to let her tears spill that threatened to at any given moment.RE: A Visitor in the Night by Linkey95
In her hand held a small metal plate held together by a black ribbon (which was now in two severed pieces). The metal plate showed nothing more than a simple three-digit number engraved in the center, which is what held all of Claire's attention. To others it would have no real significance, it was just three numbers. But to Claire, this tiny object meant the world to her. The number “
Unrequited“I never /wanted/ any of this!” she almost screamed. “I never /wanted/ to care, or to think that you and I might have a chance. I never /wanted/ any of this!” Her rage was radiant, making her whole form glow. Or perhaps that was just the reflection of rain on her wet cheeks. Dark spots stained her pajama top where her tears had landed. She was alone in the apartment, hands balled into fists as she paced beside the bed. It was a small apartment, and not particularly comfortable, but it was all she could afford. Income as a college student was something of a miracle the way she looked at it, having to use most of the local bar patron’s tips for school supplies. Her roommate, also a good friend of hers, helped pay the rent.Unrequited by BethyLuv215
“Are you okay?” a male voice rang suddenly from the doorway.
“Oh my god! I-I didn’t hear you get back. I’m sorry. Y-yeah. Totally fine.” There was a slight crack on the last word, but she held herself ta
Alice“Im Late, Im Late” muttered Alice.Alice by elizabethshay
Everywhere she goes she gets looks of Malice
and the whispers proclaim crazy
they make her vision hazy.
It all started with once upon a time
when she heard a rabbit chime
“Im Late Im Late for a very important date”
That is what changed her fate.
She went on a mad magical trip
which started with a sip.
That brought her through magical places
where she met many new faces.
But sadly the girl had to return.
And she tried to help others learn.
Of the wonderful place of wonderland.
But it went through their minds like sand.
Crazy. Insane. Psycho. They proclaimed.
Her family hid her away they were so ashamed.
So now Alice sits
all alone slowly losing her wits.
But she will not tell a lie
Why they wont believe her she doesn't know why.
But she knows she is missed
in a wonderland that does exist.
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