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End of the World by javerde, literature

Literature

End of the World

I was standing at the end of the world while everyone else was running. Gripping my bag in one hand, knife in the other, I stood, firm-faced, and remained unresponsive to the chaos happening around me. The sky was collapsing, blue merging into red, and cracks were beginning to form yet I couldn't bring myself to care. This was a mild case, I had to admit, and was nothing to fret over - it had happened before, only people knew about it that time and were ready for the onslaught. However, this time... it was a bit of a shock, to say the least. I was asleep when it had happened. My mother had ran into my room and dragged me out of the house. We

What Goes Around, Comes Around by javerde, literature

Literature

What Goes Around, Comes Around

She gripped the bayonet in clenched fists, her teeth gritting in anger. With the prowess of a tiger, she stayed tight against the wall, as if to merge into the dusty grey crevices. Feeling the cold surface of the bannister under her fingertips, she climbed up with the nimbleness of a Russian ballerina, and opened the window with the grace and elegance of a melody on a winter's morning. Her feet softly touched the floor, and, making sure not to disturb the silence, padded to the bed. Brunette hair whipped about the contours of her face, brown eyes glinting in the light, flashing with malice. Lifting the bayonet high, eyes never leaving his fac

Don't Leave Me Waiting by javerde, literature

Literature

Don't Leave Me Waiting

[Mia Fey/Diego Armando, Miego] ------------ Everyone always knew there was something strangely malicious about Dahlia Hawthorne; now they had proof. Looking down at the slumped body of her co-worker, she could only recall her slight gasps for air as her mind tried to process what she was seeing. The coffee mug was tipped over, the dark liquid pouring over the side of the table almost comparing with the blood that was now pouring out of his mouth. Dropping to her knees, not really caring about the blood that was clinging to her skin, she grabbed his vest and pulled. She shook him with the force of a hurricane and pleaded for him to wake up.