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Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Inferiority Complex Inferiority Complex This degree of beauty? There's no way it was ever meant to be attained by mortals. No, surely only a goddess could ever be this exquisite. But here she sits. Not far away, paying attention so carefully to the teacher??s lecture. I can??t help but admire even the most simple details of her form. The gorgeous freckles dotting the delicate, lovely pale skin of her face, the way her eyes pay attention to the presentation being given, no matter how excruciatingly monotonous it is. Even her soft, gentle voice echoes of a welcoming and caring nature that I can??t help but fall in love with. Such a woman is not meant for me, this I know. I could never consider myself worth her attention, even for a fleeting moment. Touching her, perhaps even speaking to her, is a sin, the only sin, I could never engage in. At her request, though, I would put myself at her feet unquestioningly. I would happily care for her with unrequited love, just to be in her court. When she??s near, I have no strength to speak. The confidence I would boast in any other situation is stolen instantly. A glance from her hypnotizing eyes could bring me to my knees. A touch from her hand would leave me mute for a week. But I must avert my gaze. I must listen to the voice in my pained mind that tells me not to look, not to touch, not to speak. Because deep down I know, that as I am undeserving, it??s better to have a longing heart than a broken heart.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

In the Eyes of the Beholder In the Eyes of the Beholder One new piece to my collection. If my count is still accurate, it should be the two hundred fifteenth addition. Finally my table is complete. Sturdy, too, and well balanced. The sirens wailing outside have gotten louder, and I fear I won??t be able to enjoy my new table for long. All this commotion on the TV over a corpse missing a leg. Finders keepers, losers weepers. They??re here now, outside with their guns drawn. They??re going to take every last piece of my collection and lock it up in some dark, cluttered room. The have no appreciation for my creations. At least I finished my table. A work of art. With such beautiful legs.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

To My Dearest Love, I Know You Will Read This To My Dearest Love, I Know You Will Read This Why won??t you look at me? Why won??t you acknowledge me? Why won??t you love me like I love you? I follow you around, but I keep my distance. I know you like your space. I talk to you quietly, but only when you sleep. You deserve your rest. I wear the same style clothes as you I??ve been in your closet, sometimes watching you, sometimes just to find out what fashions interest you. I know what internet sites you frequent. Why do you think you??re reading this? I??ve devoted so much of myself to you, but you just don??t care, do you? Am I below you? Do I sicken you? I want you to know that I will have you, one way or another. The only choice in the matter you have is whether or not your body will be decomposing as we lay in bed together. You will love me, even if by then your heart sits in a cold jar on a table in my room. We will be together forever. And you will love me.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Of Loss and Love Of Loss and Love What have I lost that can never again be mine? I have lost skin and I have lost blood. I have lost tears and I have lost time. What has been taken away from me that can never be returned? A life, a love, a woman, a? Raison d??etre. To find a way to fill an insatiable need, I trust in a blade. Between ribs it searches for the source of the pain. A numb body offers no fight. Tragically departed was my love, stolen from a man who built a world around her. Slowly comes release as a trembling blade finds its destination. Upon arrival, I??m flooded with warmth. The coward??s way out, many call it. I think of it more as a simple yet eloquent play. The concerto has passed, the music fades. And now I walk a welcoming path into no more. Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Flicker Flicker Almost all of us have experienced it at some point or another. That brief sense of uncertainty. You were sure the lights just went out, but it was so swift your mind barely registered it. Yet you can??t shake the feeling. Perhaps you just blinked, and noticed it more than usual. Maybe the power surged. I can tell you that these assumptions are completely wrong. Holding onto them could result in the most dire of punishments. These flickers are preludes to tragedy. Terrors unspoken are trying to break through the wall that separates you, the prey, from their hungry jaws. The binds that restrain them will not hold forever. Each flicker is a crack in the wall. Eventually, that quick flicker will no longer be but a sputter of the light. You will be permanently cased in the darkness. Waste no breaths screaming, no energy running. The final chime has rung.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Unreal? Unreal? As I wade through this lake of maggots and eviscerated corpses, I feel the cold lick of death against my blood soaked skin. Having woken thrice to similar horrors I already know that at my next loss of consciousness I will tread the grounds of another nightmare. But is that really what this is? It feels so real. If I can smell the rot tainting the air, bringing bile to my throat, if I can I feel the chill wind whipping my tired body, if I can taste the blood that has found its way into my mouth, then is it not real? Real is no more than what our mind tells us to believe. If my mind is faulty, then by what means does that make this wretched stage of cruel play unreal? It hurts, real or otherwise. I??m left to wonder what I did to deserve this. Perhaps I was chosen by some otherworldly force. Maybe I stepped into this reality myself. The answer may elude me until body gives way to inevitability. I did not bring this on myself. As such, I fear I won??t be the last, as surely I am not the first, to suffer this slow, unforgiving diminuendo. So don??t waste your prayers on me. I am beyond salvation. Save them for yourself.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Horror of the Known Bliss in Ignorance Horror of the Known Bliss in Ignorance Sometimes in life, it is not what we do not know that scares us the most, but rather the confirmation of our worst fears. The terror of knowing what is to come may outweigh the fright of what may be. With that said, I offer you the chance to save your sanity. What will be told herein is the secret to learning of your death. If your mind is frail, if your heart has skipped a beat even at the thought of knowing, please, leave now. I will hold no sorrow, pity, nor guilt if your sanity shatters when visions of your future demise plague your mind. You??ve been warned. Still here? Good to see you??ve steeled yourself. You??re a fool, no doubt, but I couldn??t care less why you??re still reading. May God have pity on you. Read the following instructions carefully. Do it multiple times if need be. When you have the actions and order memorized, you are ready. Begin by immersing yourself in darkness. Feel the comfort of its blanket around you. Close your eyes. Relax your body, if you can. You will need to build a mental image in your head. A face whose features seem emaciated skin pale, as though it??s decaying. His lips are tightly bound together by thin steel wire stitching. His gaze is empty and seems to pierce through you, a hundred yards away. Begin repeating the word ??morte? constantly yet slowly in your head. Let it echo through the halls of your mind. Allow your subconscious take over. The face will slowly contort into a macabre smile. As it stretches, it will pull against the stitches keeping them sealed until each suture tears through the lips, leaving a bleeding, wretched grin beaming right at you. Soon blood will flow out of his mouth at an unreal rate. Don??t expect the smile to go away. Eventually he will speak. Be patient, it may take some time. Only one word will be said. ??Morte.? He will take his time to finish the word. Once it is complete, and only then, may you open your eyes. Pay careful attention to your body. If you feel nothing, you are a supremely lucky person. You will die of old age. If it is hard to breathe, however, your death will be painful. It is not the worst you can suffer, though. If your skin crawls, if you suddenly feel cold, if a tingle traverses your spine? Your death will be of horror indescribable. Slow, excruciating, and torturous. No matter what feeling you experience, however, within the next week, the exact occurrence of your death will visit you in your sleep. The dream will be of hyper-realistic detail, like nothing you??ve ever experienced before. You may fall into a coma for a short while, living the dream ad infinitum. But don??t worry. You will wake up, if only to suffer the death you envisioned.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

A Tale of Two Lovers A Tale of Two Lovers She looks so beautiful when she sleeps. We??ve been together for almost three months now and I never get tired of watching her while she slumbers. My beautiful darling Amber. I crawl into bed with her, making an effort not to wake her, but to no avail. She noticed the shift in weight, and groggily turns around to look at me. My darling seems a bit surprised to see me. Probably because we??ve never met face to face before. But I??ve always been around, always been watching her. Sometimes I gently caress her face in the dark night. She draws back away from me, but I don??t mind. She's just sleepy is all, or perhaps a bit confused. I reach forward and grab her firmly by the wrist, making sure she doesn??t accidentally fall off the bed. I wouldn??t want her getting hurt. I have special plans for tonight. As I pull her closer to me, I can see she??s about to scream, but I don??t mind. She's just sleepy is all, or perhaps a bit confused. ??Shhh!? I try to tell her, but she won??t listen. I have to muffle her screams, even though I doubt anyone will hear. I reach over the side of the bed to grab the canister I brought with me. Amber is still struggling, which is making it difficult to uncap the red plastic jug. But I don??t mind. She's just sleepy is all, or perhaps a bit confused. When I finally manage to get it open with my free hand, I pour the liquid contents over both our bodies as well as the bed. Amber doesn??t like the smell, and it??s understandable. Gasoline doesn??t have a very pleasant oder. Next I draw the Zippo from my pocket. Amber accidentally hit me, but I don??t mind. She's just sleepy is all, or perhaps a bit confused. I flick at the wheel of my lighter twice before it ignites, and my body trembles in anticipation. My lover??s lips quiver a bit, as if to say ??I love you. Tears of joy run down her face. The lighter drops and the final act of my love begins. Fire dances so playfully on our bodies. Amber is trying to claw her way off of the bed, but I don??t mind. She's just sleepy is all, or perhaps a bit confused. I bring her to my chest, embracing her with all the love I have. We share an ardent kiss as the flames roar in a vigorous crescendo. I can feel my skin boiling and popping, tendons and muscles contracting. The play is nearing its end. I can no longer freely move. Amber and I are cuddled together on the bed. Flames light up the night sky. And our charred bodies will tell the tale of two lovers.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Headset Headset I think it was a week ago. I??m not sure. It could have been a month. Time, to me, has become meaningless. I look at clocks and their numbers signify nothing. I had my headset for about a half of a year. For whatever reason, though, if I have the volume at max, without any music playing, it emits strange sounds. It never really seemed too out of the ordinary. Some high pitched buzzing, the occasional weird grumble, whatever. I passed it off without much thought. That is, until I was sitting at my desk typing one night, absorbed in my writing. My music stopped playing, and I didn??t care to interrupt my work to restart it. But at once I froze. The hair on my neck jumped to attention. I was racked by cold chills, and I had no explanation for any of it. I just sat there, staring blankly at my screen. Through it, rather. Mindlessly. I??m not sure how long I was in that trance for, but morning hues of light were now streaking in through a near by window. My hypnotic state was suddenly interrupted by a voice. Not from around me, but from my headphones. It was so low that I felt my head was going to explode. I didn??t hear anything again for the longest time, but the pain never stopped. I wanted to leave, to get some rest and chalk this all up to insomnia in the morning, but there was an itch at the back of my aching mind. ??Don??t go.?? And I didn??t. I waited and waited for the voice to come once more, as if I was expecting the god damn messiah. It returned eventually, speaking slowly in that same excruciating low tone. After the first few words I could feel blood pouring out of my ears. I pray that what I heard was nothing more than my imagination. Lies. Whatever. I would give anything to believe it was all a schizophrenic delusion, a chimera of false prophecies and ill grandeur. If not? Then I??m glad I??ll be taking my life tonight. What was spoken to me will be taken to my grave. Pick a god and pray to him that I??m just some insane, hallucinating, dead man.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

Willkommen zu dem Dunkel Willkommen zu dem Dunkel I??m trapped in a nightmare. It??s dark all around me. Even though there??s a lamp shining next to me, I??m still suffocating in the complete darkness. I??ve never felt so isolated in my life, yet I know? I know that I??m not alone. Outside, the sun is high in the sky. It??s taunting me. Mocking me. I see it shining in the heavens, but somehow it??s still dark here. I can see so very little, no more than five feet in front of me. It??s as much of a curse as it is a blessing. Lights glow, but don??t illuminate anything. I can just barely discern the movement of something traveling on four legs from my peripheral vision. I don??t know where to run. No sense of location is left in me. I??m utterly lost. A feeling of complete helplessness engulfs me. I wish I??d never woken up this wretched morning. Trapped in oblivion. It??s repeated over and over in my head. I hear claws scrape against the pavement not far away. I??ve been wandering outside for god only knows how long now, practically welcoming my death. My only hope at this point is that whatever is stalking me makes quick work of my demise. It appears I??ve stumbled into a dead end. Footsteps echo behind me. As I turn around, all I can make out is two luminescent glowing red eyes. I thought I couldn??t be any more afraid than I already was. My heart is beating so fast that my body feels hot. Closer. It??s getting closer and closer, snarling at me, bearing what I??m sure are its teeth. Something is dripping from its maw. Finally it steps before me and I know my hell is soon to end. The beast lurches forward and holds me in a god like vice. Cold blood runs from my neck, cooling my overheated body. The pain is indescribable, but I??m sure it??ll all be over soon. I clench my eyes shut as tight as I can, my teeth grind as I try to ignore the sounds of my flesh being torn from my body. Suddenly I spring forward, my eyes still closed. Only a fragment of the pain remains, and I feel a familiar fabric in my gripping fists. It??s my blanket. Finally I can open my eyes. It??s still night outside, but I??m so joyful that the experience was all in my mind. I pull the switch on my bedside lamp, eager to bathe in light once again. My heart sinks. The lamp glows, but my room is still dark. I??m trapped in a nightmare.
Thread: Anti's stories <Mostly Horror> Updated: Best story so far :3

The Lilies Are Bleeding The Lilies Are Bleeding My lilies are my most prized possession. Hand picked. I will only take the most supremely beautiful specimens. They must be white as an angel??s wings, and so soft and delicate to the touch that you must be careful of the harm you bring to them. Perhaps it is selfish of me to horde them as I do. But as it is I who takes them first, it is I who shall enjoy them, their sweet, intoxicating scent and their soothing elegance. To listen to the lily??s voice is to hear the sound of unrestrained magnificence, fine tuned to stir the soul into a passionate uproar. It is for this reason that I keep my lilies, one dozen at a time, at all times. I must hear the cry of my recherch beauties, bear witness to their bleeding, revel in the need they have for me. At first, even I, pious as I am, questioned this desire, but finding the answer proved such a splendor in its own rite. It is seeing my lilies weakened into such a state that I am all they have left, as they are all I have left, that I derive a satisfaction indescribable to one who has not experienced it themselves. But nothing is perfect forever. One of my lilies has wilted. I must be off immediately to replace her.
Thread: tempted kitsune/perriq

Alright, I'll be able to post here from my phone
Thread: tempted kitsune/perriq

Sorry for taking so long to post, work's been a bit hectic. Anyways, I was thinking we could go with a classic scenario Brother and sister are trapped inside on a snow day, and while Mom and Dad are at work they decide to play Truth or Dare to kill time. Cheesy? Yes. Fun? Hell yeah.
Thread: Conceited Princess (Mitsuomi and Nurse_K)

The skirmishes have been going on for more than a year, general. It is official at this point... we are at war. The lieutenant's voice seemed hard and stern. We are going to be in a world of hurt if we do not move her away... The princess may be young, but she has a strong will... and is confident without fail. That may be true sir, but she has not excelled in combat. She may be killed. We may all be killed lieutenant... Yes... but you nor I are the princess of this falling country. For God's sake, she doesn't know her parents were killed... Enough. You will be overheard. Contact our neighbors. They are allies. They have already sent us large sums of men, ask them to lend us an escort. I will abide by your predictions. I am glad to hear sir. I will send our fastest eagles to Monsaru. Our princess will be safe there. I assure you. And as about us... lieutenant...? Our job is to die fighting is it not sir? The general smiled. Alisa. Get me my spear. The man, now in command of the country due to the king and queen's murder, was to control the nation, everyone but he and his trusted lieutenant knowing about their tragic murder. Good-willed and devouted to protect what shambles remained of their nation, they would surely die in the struggle to help the princess escape this torn land.
Thread: Conceited Princess (Mitsuomi and Nurse_K)

I shall speak to the princess, general. He said, Alisa, the general's mute assistant bringing him his favorite weapon. Yes. Pray your eagles travel faster than wind. The lieutenant saluted and rushed out of the chamber, needing to dispatch his winged messengers and locate their youthful princess. This is lieutenant Agrido from the country of Navaska. I am writing to you to ask you for urgent assistance. We appreciate you sending us powerful reinforcements and supplying us with goods, but our future still seems bleak. We ask you not for reinforcements, but for an agile and powerful escort to transfer our princess out of Navaska. She is our pride and our only reason to fight, and we put our most precious gemstone in your caring hands. Please welcome her into your country and allow her to live a safe and healthy life. Tremendous gratitude, Lieutenant Agrido from the country of Navaska. The young warrior spoke slowly enough for the scribe to make note, horrified by the message itself. Now write it again scribe... send Axehook and Ramellia, your two fastest eagles. He said, dropping a bag of coin on the scribe's desk as he exited. He made his way towards a place far more dangerous than the battlefield. Slowly opening her heavy door, the soldier peeked into the princess' private quarter. M'lady... may I please enter...?
Thread: Conceited Princess (Mitsuomi and Nurse_K)

Elsa had been lounging on a couch in her private chamber staring up at the painted cieling when the door opened. She turned her head sharply, her honey brown eyes narrowing. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head in curls, as was the custom of the country. She wore a pale blue gown that had lace frills at the cuffs and on the bodice. The princess was short, only five foot four, and she had just turned eighteen, but she had a woman's body. She sat up and turned fully towards the door, What do you want? she asked coldly, her silky voice full of ice. If she wanted to be, she could be sultry and seductive, but she preferred to be icy and aloof.
Thread: Conceited Princess (Mitsuomi and Nurse_K)

Agrido scrambled into her chamber and kneeled, bowing deeply to her. M'lady... I'm sorry to intrude in your personal time... there are unfortunate news... we have entered into war with the eastern nation of Kee. We, as you are aware of, have been struggling to come to terms with Kee and their ruler just seems bent on making our lives difficult. He said, his eyes still below her knees. His armor shined and clanked as he held his position. Do not be alarmed... but... you have become a target... princess. Your men...I... we will protect you. We assure you.