Just Tell Me A Story...

Just some stories by me and my friends

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Nightmares Pt. 4 by Dragees

“Simple. More a test really. You just have to survive five minutes like one of my collection without screaming or otherwise causing a disturbance and I’ll escort you to the oracle. She will have your answers.”

“Just five minutes? That’s all? What if I fail?”

“No tricks, I swear. And if you fail, you join my collection of pretties forever.” Luda smiled and blew more of those damned bubbles. 

Emily looked around. The torments didn’t seem so bad. It would only for a matter of minutes. 

“Ok, I’ll do it.” She said. Luda grinned even wider and blew bubbles in her direction. They circled her and nipped at her arms. Suddenly, the room shifted and they stood in a small cement room with a large tank of water in the center. He handed her a white one piece swimsuit and told her to change. She looked for privacy and he sighed and turned his back to her. She quickly changed. It was cold in this room. 

“Here,” He handed her a full face air mask, “do you need privacy for this too?”

She suppressed a sneer and fitted it on. It wasn’t her first time in a scuba mask. Her family often took trips to more exotic scuba areas on their yacht. 

“Good girl. Now, do not struggle because you will be safe unless you do. Any sign of distress and it will get worse. Understood?”

She nodded. With a flick of his hand she was jerked into the air and dropped into the tank. She tried to ignore the use of magic like this. She didn’t need to panic right now. The tank sealed and she focused on breathing normally. Then, the bottom of the tank opened up. From the bottle swam several creatures that resembled a mix between eels and worms. They were deathly white and had no faces or any signs of mouths. They instantly began slithering up her legs. She closed her eyes tight and focused on breathing. They were cold and slimy while also scaly like a snake. Creeper up her legs and under her suit; creeping against every curve of her body, She was repulsed to say the least. They stayed under her suit and wiggles around her stomach and over her breasts. 

She reminded herself this wasn’t so bad, just revolting. When she opened her eyes she saw Luda on the other side of the tank smoking. This time the bubbles where mint green and fell to the floor instead of rising. As she was watch she felt a scratch and looked down. The worms had scales that now stood out like a pinecone. The end of each came to a point. As they twisted around more and more began to turn out like that. Her bathing suit ripped and she felt the scales scratching her skin. She refused to whimper or otherwise voice the pain. As they moved it got worse. They went faster, deeper, and over freshly cut flesh. 

She bit her lip and tried to remind herself it was going to be over soon. The water in the tank around her was becoming stained faintly red from the amount of blood they had managed to extract from her dead body. She wasn’t bleeding but residual blood usually stays near the surface. Especially on the back. 

Luda watched and blew more of his mint green bubbles. He enjoyed the cigarettes enchanted by the oracle, the same one mentioned before, especially the way they were enchanted. Like those mood rings so popular as a kid, they changed depending on the smokers mood. They were just more accurate. They changed not only color, but shape, consistency, and appearance based on that. His were now green. Calm and at peace. He didn’t enjoy torment; it just set him as ease. His suffering, past or present, was nothing compared to what these people are going through. 

Meanwhile, Emily was having a harder time finding a happy place. By now the cuts among cuts had turned from individual pain to continual heat. Then it stopped. She opened her eyes again to see the worms snaking their way out of the top of her shredded bathing suit. They hovered in front of her face and she watched. Faces appeared on them. They had black eyes and small little slits for mouths. 

One brave one swam face to face to her and suddenly kissed her mask. Emily was too shocked to move. Suddenly they were all kissing her mask and she just froze. They pulled back and huddled close together. Then they began to sing. It was simply random sounds but Emily found it chilling.

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Nightmares Pt.3 by Dragees

“H-hi,” Emily said trying to overcome her fear and discomfort. 

“It’s not very often I get willing visitors. What can I do for you dear?” He asked and took a sip from a wine glass she hadn’t seen before. 

“I need to get home,” She said. 

“Come closer, Hun, I can barely hear you.”

She stepped forward until she was only a few feet from him. “I was told you could help me get home.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He said an eyed her through his dark eyes. He was thin without looking starved. In another place she would have found him attractive.

“I’m not from this world, this is all a mistake.”

He was still for a minute before shaking his head and pulling a silver case from the pocket of his worn jeans. 

“Do you want some wine?” He asked as he pulled a cigarette from the case and held it between his lips. He lifted one of the candles from the person back and pours the excess wax onto their feet. Emily could hear them whimper. 

“No, thank you,” She said trying to keep her eyes from the person/table. Luda lit the cigarette with the flame and set the candle back down. She tried not to stare as he exhaled. Instead of smoke opaque pink bubbles came from his mouth. As they floated away they grew in size and then sprouted a mouth filled with shark teeth and black eyes. Then they popped. 

“And how is it I can help you leave?” He asked looking at her. 

“I was told you could help.”

“By the apparition.”

“By Abigail,” She corrected. He waved his cigarette as if to say it made no difference. 

“I suppose I could help you get the information you need.”

“I just want to go home.”

“You see we are all here by force. I was sent here after I died. You might be that way but I doubt it. You were probably cursed,” He said blowing more of those eerie bubbles. 

“Cursed?” She asked.

“Well, simply put, someone from your world sent you here. Right now whoever was in that body,” He gestured at her, “Is now living you life.”

“How do I get back?”

“I don’t know but for a fee I could take you to who would know.”

“What kind of fee?” 

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Nightmares Pt. 2 by Dragees

“This…This isn’t me,” She said somewhere between shock and despair. The blonde nodded knowingly, her unkind look replaced with warmth. 

“You aren’t the first person to just show up here,” The blonde said.

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t a kind world. This is either where nightmares come from or where they go, and more than one person was cursed to be here.”

“I don’t believe this is real,” She said staring the blonde down. She would wake up in a second in her nice temperature controlled room and that would be it, she was sure. 

“My name is Abigail,” The blonde said softly.

“Emily,” the distraught woman returned. 

“Well, even if this is just a nightmare of yours,” Abigail said, “We should do something until you wake up.” Abigail had heard of this happening a lot, especially lately. People from a different world showing up here and trying to get out.

“What do you suggest?”

“Well, I know someone who might know how to get you back,” Abigail said. It was a long shot, Luda hated just about everyone, one way or another. He was notoriously sadistic. 

Emily looked around warily, unsure of what to do. Abigail hadn’t sounded that sure about taking her anywhere. She couldn’t exactly stay here though. 

“It’s worth a shot right?” Emily said. 

“Then, let’s go.”Abigail turned and lead the way back towards the forest. Emily stayed close behind as the trail got darker and darker, only broken by the random beams of sunlight that made it through the heavy canopy. Many of the random spots were colored shades of teal, blue, and green as if filtered through some sort of oddly colored leaf. They came up to a split in the road. The wide road they were on turned to the left while a smaller path covered in gray and dirty cobblestones turned to the right. Abigail turned down the narrow dirty path and Emily got even closer behind her. 

“If this frightens you, we should have left you in the coffin,” Abigail said. Emily had nothing to say about it. She felt so scared and so cold out here in the shady forest. As they journeyed farther into the dark they lost those bits of light altogether and were only able to make out the path by luminous little mushrooms along the path that glowed white light. They reminded Emily of the little solar powered lights that led up to her patio at home. The same ones that lighted the primrose and poppies that were planted along the paths on the estate. She missed home. The smell of the ocean in the morning and the sunset skies that shown in her sliding glass door. She hoped the person at the end of the path would be able to help her.

Before long they reached a clearing that still had the canopy blocking the light. In the middle sat a small cottage that looked homey enough. Emily relaxed when she saw it. The first normal thing since she arrived.

Abigail walked up and knocked on the door. It swung open with a loud bang but held open. 

“This is where we part, Emily,” Abigail said turning to face her. 

“Why? Aren’t you supposed to help me?” Emily said, more than a little hurt at the abandonment. 

“Unfortunately, Luda and I do not get along. He will help you from here though,” She said and rested a hand on Emily’s shoulder.

“Can’t you…” 

“No,” Abigail cut her off, “Be brave and you will get home. And one more thing, Don’t accept any food or drink he offers. It would not be wise.” And like that Abigail started to disappear, the last thing  visible being her face, set in a warm and reassuring smile. 

Emily paused staring at the vacant space until she heard a creaking noise. The door was starting to close. Hurriedly, she got past before it closed behind her with a decisive click. The only thing inside was a set of stairs leading down. The ceiling above her looked like the night sky, complete with stars. 

With no other options she gathered her strength and proceeded down the stairs. As she walked lights on the undersides of the stairs lit just ahead of her. She would be afraid but she had seen this trick before. Motion sensors. She just needed to remind herself of what it was like at home. No tricks, this was her nightmare so everything here was something that could be found, in some form, at home.

The bottom the stairs was another cavern and she had to keep herself from running. Along the walls were people bound and tied, one way or another, in leather. They moved and twisted as something, unseen by her, poked and prodded them, caused them either pleasure or pain. She couldn't tell. At the end sat a man whose features were manly but she could not traced his heritage. He was extremely pale with brown, almost black, hair. He sat on a simple chair but beside him a table of sorts was fashioned out a person bound completely in leather with their knees and elbows together. The only openings held the air hose from which they breathed. On their back rested several candles whose wax ran down the side and onto the suit. They must have felt the burn. They tensed with each drip but the motion only dribbled more wax. 

“Hello there,” The man, apparently Luda from Abigail’s earlier warning, said. 

To be continued.

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Nightmares Pt. 1 by Dragees

She woke up and instantly realized that this wasn’t her room and she wasn’t in the queen size pillow top bed with white cotton sheets. No light was let in around her but she could feel the sides of this box around her. The box itself was being jostled around indiscriminately. She felt panic settle in and weigh on her lungs. Her heart raced, in what felt like an effort to beat the weight off her chest. 

In her panic she started to push on the lid. She wanted out, and she wanted it now. Sunlight streamed in for a second from a small crack, in the side, she had managed to make. She tried to turn on her side and would have if her shoulder had not wedged between her and the lid. Frustrated and panicked, she started kicking and throwing her elf about, which somehow made enough movement for her to cause the coffin to fall off the carriage and into the street. 

Rattled by the sudden drop, still unaware of what happened, she caught her breath comforted by the steady bean of sunlight that poured in from the lid. The wood had split but not broken off yet. 

After a few minutes she placed her hands on the lid and pushed. The wood groaned and snapped some more. The crack grew wider and wider until, finally, it broke down the middle and lifted up. She slid out, barely, and sat on the dirt road she had fallen on. Turning to look around she found herself on the edge of a forest with a hill in front of her covered in soft green grass. The hill ended abruptly as a cliff and to the side of her she could see the cool blue waters of what must have been a sea. No one else was around and she felt utterly alone. 

Then she noticed her box, given the shape, was a coffin. Feeling sick she looked away and then noticed her clothes and also her body. While she doubted she would have ended up in a coffin wearing her polar bear pajamas, she had never owned the simple pants and tunic style shirt she wore now. The other disturbing part was she had never looked like this. She was never this thin and she breasts were never this large. She started looking at her hands, small and thin, and her skin was tanner than it had ever been except for an unusual ashiness to it she couldn’t explain. 

“Get back in your box,” A female voice said from behind her. She jumped, not hearing the person approach. She turned and saw the other woman. She wore the same style on simple pants but hers were dark blue, instead of reddish brown. They were tucked into black boots and her shirt was a long and untucked black button up that seemed to be made for a man. Her hair was long, fashionably curly, and blonde. Her eyes that pierced through our main character were just as blue as the ocean beyond them.

“What?”

“Get back in your box. You know the rules, the dead stay in their boxes until we need them,” The blonde said annoyed. 

“I’m not dead,” That was all she could say to the blonde since that statement made little sense. 

“I disagree,” The blonde woman said and made a mirror appear in her hand. The reflection in it scared our main character. It was her old face after all, only darker and thinner, but her hair was jet black now and her eyes were golden brown. The main problem was the slice across her neck that wasn’t a scar but an actual cut. There was no blood just that gruesome slash. She felt faint. 

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Unknown, Prologue

By Izuna

Raelyn swiftly ran across the dry, dark ground to the ruined wall. He hunched down and hid in the shadows. Stilling his body he took a deep, shaky breath.

What are you doing?! Raelyn hissed under his breath and peeked out from behind the wall. This spot didn't provide much cover for him. He turned and faced the ruined city behind him. Go back! This is too dangerous! Raelyn took another shaky breath and turned away from the wall. He took off quickly, his heels kicking up little bits of dirt. He reached a small car, gutted out for its parts long ago.

 Crouching, he looked through the skeleton of the forgotten car towards the tree line in the distance. This is the furthest he’d gotten to the outskirts around the city. Normally he would have planned for this sort of little expedition, but tonight it was on a whim that he went. Go figure the time he didn't have a pack, or any sort of supplies would be the time he got the furthest away from the city. He had only seen a few Ghosts but they were easily avoided.

Raelyn narrowed his golden eyes. There was a small embankment right before the river, Bex, that separated the forest from the Outer Limits. Not small enough to jump but easy to wade through, at least as far as he could tell from his position. It was maybe thirty feet away.

This is not the time!? You’re unprepared! Raelyn sat with his back to the car. He gazed at the soft glow of the city in the distance; from which he had come from. He wasn’t ready; he didn’t have the necessary provisions needed to survive the wilderness. He had no weapons, who know what was in those trees? He sighed heavily. This was the furthest he had managed! Never before had he gotten so close to the tree line. He was just exploring tonight, trying to find a good path to take for the next time he was ready. But he had hardly seen any Ghosts and no patrols what so ever. It had been easy tonight compared to the other times when he had to turn back from the Outer Ruins because it had been too dangerous. He might never get an opportunity like this.

He sighed again and closed his eyes. What of his friends, his mentors?His brother…

If he left he might never see them again.

But this might be the only time he could go…

Raelyn opened his eyes, his resolve hardened his jaw. He shook his dark hair from his sweat covered face. They’ll understand, I will come back for them. Prepared or not he had to take this chance, he had survival skills. He knew how to fight, the school had trained him well, he was the top of his class and that had to count for something. The city guard would search for him but they would never try outside the Outer Limits, at best they might get half way into the Limits before turning back. It was just too dangerous, the Ghosts roamed freely there in huge numbers.

Raelyn shifted his body, an uncomfortable cramp starting in his lower back from sitting still for so long. He sat for a few more minutes gathering his courage. Finally he crouched again and looked through the car.

He froze.

Something light and smoky looking stood between the car and the embankment. It glowed softly, the air around it seeming to dampen the edges of its body.

The creature stood about five and a half feet, slim though with its motions it seemed to always leave a bit of itself behind before it gathered itself in again. It moved slowly, taking drawn out steps.

A Ghost.

Raelyn lowered himself until only his eyes and the top of his head showed through the gutted car. This Ghost was the closest one he had gotten to all night. Too close for comfort. Of course in the last thirty feet from freedom he would be confronted by the one thing the city people feared.

The Ghost slowly drifted a few feet closer to the car; it was walking in a sideways step as if it were drunk. It was headed for the river past the car.

Raelyn hunched down again, blowing softly on his hair to get it out of his face. He would wait until it passed the car and then he would make a break for the trees. Ghosts walked in slow motion but when confronted they were faster than humans. Their attacks were swift and merciless. He would have to use all his energy to out run it. Hopefully it wouldn’t notice him until he was at the river; he only needed to run thirty feet.

Ok.

Enough time had passed, hopefully.

Here we go.

Raelyn prepared his body, tensing the muscles in his back and legs to leap forward. He planted his hands on the ground to help push off.

Suddenly he heard something.

A soft sigh, like the wind had shifted directions. Raelyn looked above and towards the car hood.

The Ghost stood there glowing softly.

Raelyn stilled himself. Did it see me!? He had never been this close before. It must have doubled back and changed directions while he was waiting. He studied the ethereal figure, its height was shorter then his by a good half foot.

It was a female; her features were soft from the white glow that surrounded her whole body. Her hair was long and floated around her head in some places; its color was light, maybe blonde before she had become a Ghost.

Her large blue eyes stared right back into his golden ones.

She did not attack, but watched him closely, every once in awhile making a soft sighing noise, when parting her lips. Like she was trying to speak but couldn’t.

Raelyn couldn’t move his body, fear spiked through his spine. They stood like that, staring at each other for a few minutes.

Why doesn’t it attack… Slowly, Raelyn stood to his full height, he could feel the tension releasing from his muscles from the movement. The Ghost girl watched, her eyes following his face the whole time. Neither moved again.

What do I do!? I can’t out run it with it being so close! The Ghost blinked her large eyes and slightly cocked her head. The movement was slow and drawn out.

Raelyn gulped, he could feel the nervous sweat flowing down his neck. His hair had flopped out back into his face again. He brushed it away with one hand.

The Ghost suddenly moved. He froze.

She slowly brought her hand up to her face and brushed through the air as if moving hair away. It was so slow it took at least twenty seconds to complete the action.

Raelyn furrowed his brows. She had copied him. He blinked at her, surprised. She blinked as well.

What the hell is she doing? How come I’m not dead yet? In all his nineteen years living he had never seen a Ghost act this way before. They were mean and killed everything that crossed their paths…but this one stood solemnly. She even looked a bit sad.

The young soldier was confused. Suddenly an idea formed.

“…hello?” He whispered. The glowing girl just cocked her head slowly again.

He cleared his throat a bit, “C-can you understand me?” He stuttered a bit. No matter how brave a face he could muster this creature in front of him was dangerous. He was terrified.

The girl stepped a little closer to him, moving slowly, she put her hand on the hood of the ruined car. Regardless the motion made Raelyn jump back at least two feet. She stopped and cocked her head once more. Her ethereal body seemed to flicker.

Raelyn tried to calm his breathing; he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. They stood like that again for a few minutes. Once his heart had slowed a bit he let out a big breath.

“Obviously you can hear me, can you speak?” He asked. She blinked and moved her mouth, a sigh slipped past her lips again. She held up a hand, in a stopping motion. Raelyn waited and stared at her hand. More slowly than usual she stepped forward again bringing the hand she held up to her ear.

Raelyn’s body tensed, his fight or flight senses kicking in. This creature was dangerous and his body knew it was getting closer. But he realized from her motions she was just getting closer to hear him. He stayed in one place, though he could feel goose bumps popping up on his arms and neck from fear.

Once the Ghost got to about three feet from him she stopped again. She stared at his mouth this time, her blue eyes blinking slowly. She waited.

The young man waited as well, gathering up courage. After a minute he could feel his muscles relaxing a bit. “…my name…is Raelyn.” He said.

She cocked her head and smiled slightly.

He watched her face intently, ready to move if she attacked. “Do you have a name?”

She opened her mouth a tiny bit.

“Elyn…”

Her voice was whispery and seemed to echo. She smiled at him. 

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The Repossessor, Pt. I

By Camilla

There are the dead, and the improper dead. The first step in any investigation is to determine which of the two you are dealing with.

- - -

Rachel sighed, looking down at the key in her hand. Morse had put a keychain on it for her - a little panda chewing on a bamboo stalk. Cute. He probably bought if for four dollars at some boutique in the mall. He would have gone out of his way to find it, probably bumping into racks of applique tote bags and licensed stuffed animals. Trying to cheer her up a little.  Which meant that it was obvious she needed cheering up.

She unlocked the door to her new apartment and stepped inside, pulling her travel bag along behind her. 

Like the keychain, More had found the apartment. It met her expectations perfectly: small, private, and within walking distance of Dorseth Public High School, which she had not attended in almost a year and a half. But she would be returning, now. The job had come full-circle, and there was work to do right at home. 

Still standing in the doorway, slipping out of her sandals, she looked over the main room of the apartment. It was a perfect square, the kitchenette and small dining area over on the far wall, and a couch, coffee table, and entertainment center nearer the door. Her music had been brought over from the house on Lavender Street, and the CDs sat neatly arranged in a tower-shelf, next to a little boombox. Afternoon light trickled in through the blinds of the room's only window, in the dining area.

"I'll have to thank him."

Her voice sounded strangely hollow, in the empty room. She almost wished she had taken Morse up on his offer to help her get moved in. Then, hesitantly, she slid her cell phone out of her skirt pocket, and scrolled through her contacts. Selected a number. Hit send.

"The wireless caller you are trying to reach has not configured their voicemail service . . ."

She hung up. "I guess some things don't change."

She considered trying another number, but shook her head. She would see them at school.

School. That would be strange. She had kept up with her credits through correspondence courses and the occasional tutoring session. It had been frantic, often last-minute work, done late at night and usually sent off right before the deadline. Having a whole seven hours to do everything each day would be a luxury. 

There was a stack of cardboard boxes sitting near the hallway that led to the bedroom and two bathrooms. Not much to unpack, really. Just her bedspread, some decorations she'd collected, and the dining set she had bought on a whim - orchids and little blue hand-painted birds. Buying it had made her feel more in control. 

She put her bag down and got to work. 

- - -

"Hi. I just thought I'd call and say that I got here OK."

A couple of hours had passed. Rachel knelt on her knees in the bedroom, the phone cradled against her cheek and shoulder as she wrestled her laptop and all the relevant cords out of its case. The only light came from the sun-shaped nightlight she plugged in. 

"That's great. I know my directions were crappy," Morse said. It was a little hard to hear him. There was a lot of talking and ringing phones in the background. "So, how is the place? Not too small?"

"No. It's perfect, really. I don't have enough stuff for a big place." She frowned. Someone was screaming in the background, now. "Where are you?"

". . . Um, at the precinct, actually. I came to see Alexis, see if she had anything for you, but she's off in Rawlings closing a case and won't be back for a while. I thought I'd wait, but this place is turning into a madhouse . . . big drug bust, or something. Lots of gangbangers foaming at the mouth."

She yanked a cord out of the bag that she had never seen before. She stared at it for a minute, and then tossed it behind her. Where is the stupid power cord . . . ?

"Maybe you should just leave a message for her."

"But I've already waited so long!" He laughed. "So, uh, hey - when are you planning to start classes?"

"Um, Friday, I think."

He sounded relieved. "That's good. I was worried you were going to be all gung-ho about it and try to go tomorrow. You should rest up, prepare yourself for it. There's a lot of people you haven't seen in a long time."

So, he's worried about that too. He doesn't miss much. 

"I know. I thought I'd just spend tomorrow and Thursday getting used to the city again. And, unpacking is taking longer than I thought."

Oh, so that's where my thumb drive went. Her laptop case held many secrets. 

"I'll come get you for breakfast tomorrow. Around nine OK?" Morse asked. 

"Yes, that's fine. You know, you should get out of there if a fight breaks out."

"No, I'll just camp out in Alexis' office and drink her exotic coffee. Well, I'll see you in the morning. Night, Rachel."

"Good night."

After a little more excavation, she managed to identify the power cord, and plugged in, sitting right there on the floor next to the outlet. She booted up and then opened her email client. There was only one new message.

Phantom/Forum: A photo album you created has been updated.

Rachel pulled the laptop into her lap and leaned back against the wall, then clicked through the link. 

One [1] new in "Possibles"

She opened the album and sorted it by "date added."

It was a photo of a basketball court at night, lit only partially by the burnt-orange colored street lamp on the opposite sidewalk. There were a few cars parked in the background, but no sign of life, otherwise. The photo was grainy, as well, as though it was a video still. She began studying the photo, splitting it into an imaginary grid and scrutinizing each section, zooming in on parts of interest. 

Then, she spotted something. Her hand shook, and she withdrew it from the mousepad. 

It was in the right side of the image, almost hidden by the shadows. Rachel dialed up the brightness on the screen a bit, then decided to save the image instead and open it in a photo editor. She then altered the contrast. 

There was a boy, there. She could make out the outline of a baseball cap and maybe a hoodie. Probably in his early teens. Or, rather, it was a silhouette of a boy in his early teens, but with an almost intangible, smoky quality. The way he stood almost suggested that he was looking straight at the camera. His shoulders were squared, hands in fists at his sides.

She went back to the forum and looked at the poster's username.

//Namie//, who wasn't currently online. She - Rachel assumed it was a she - had posted the photo nine hours earlier. 

She signed out and then signed in on her administrator account. //Namie// had been a member for almost a year, but had little activity outside of a handful of threads. This was the first media-post she had made. From the look of things, she mostly lurked, but from a couple of posts Rachel could tell that she was a serious member. As far as her forum personality, went, anyway.

If it's a fake, it's one of the best I've ever seen . . . No. It can't be. There's no way she could know. 

After a moment of deliberation, she looked up //Namie//'s account info and found that she allowed staff emails. Rachel quickly sent one.

Namie. My name is Rachel. I need to know everything you have on that photo.

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Children's Fables, The Fox and The Dove - Izuna-chan

My 8th grade attempt at a children's story...

Once upon a time there was a fox and a dove. They were the closest of friends, spending many days together and constantly talking about the other. Parents often thought that their closeness was strange, and a bad omen. They thought this because even though the dove had wings, she could not fly. They blamed Fox because he was the one that knew Dove best. But Fox and Dove knew that the reason was because Dove had no interest in flying. She wanted to stay on the ground forever, with her best friend Fox.

  The animals of the Forest tried desperately to get Dove to fly, believing that Fox had cursed her with fruitless wings. They did horrible things like pushing her off hills, throwing her in the air, knocking her out of trees. Many things to get her to fly. Finally they thought that if they just got rid of Fox then Dove would fly.

  Dove heard what they were planning to do to Fox and out of fear for her friend she took him and they fled to a nearby cliff. They had called this cliff their secret spot because no one knew where it was. Dove told Fox what the Forest animals were planning on and Fox fell into a deep grief. He could not stay with his friend and keep his life. He came up with an idea.

  “Dove, I will sacrifice myself and stay with you in spirit. That way we can fly together and make everyone happy.” He said. Dove had another idea.

  “Fox, why don’t we just fly away together? We can fly to another forest and live there in peace.” She said.

  “But Dove, foxes are not meant to fly! This is why we were not born with wings.” He replied. In the distance they could hear a mob of animals coming up the hill.

  “They must have followed us here.” Dove whispered. Fox drew a deep breath and faced the oncoming crowd which he still could not see.

  “Fox if you believe enough you can fly without wings! I know it! I know you can! Nothing can stop us from being friends. Not the air, or the earth, or the Forest.” Dove cried. She saw a tear gently fall from Foxes eye. Dove grabbed onto the crying fox and they both jumped into the air right as the crowd came forth from the forest.

      “I swear it Mayor!”

  “We saw it too!”

  “Dove and Fox were both flying out into the sky!” The Mayor turned to the crowd of frantic animals and coughed loudly.

  “My dear animals, Dove has not flown all her life. And even if she did then I would accept that. But Foxes simply cannot fly! They do not have the wings like some of you. I don’t believe it, not at all. I believe that you just chased them out of here and into the next Forest.” He said. A badger spoke up.

  “Mayor I saw it with my own eyes! Dove was flying and right next to her was her friend Fox, flying without wings. I swear to it, on my wife’s grave.” He said. The Mayor sighed. 

  “It does not matter anymore. They are no longer here and I know wherever they are they are happy together, whether flying in the sky or not.”

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Names - Izuna-chan

I guess I'll go by Izuna-chan by the way. Nice to meet you ^.^

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Old Memories... - Izuna-chan

Do you remember this Dragees? From 7th grade ^.^ Not something I'll likely continue, and the writing style isn't great (wrote it in middle school people!) but I thought you'd have a good chuckle from it. 

Prologue:

    Good evening. My name is Morgan, and I am a thief. A genetically mutated thief. My DNA was altered with that of a Foxes when I was a still just an egg. Upon being born I was raised most of my life in the Texas Experimental Labs along with my best friend, Lucy. She was altered with a Raccoon’s DNA. We had immense super strength, cunning, reflexives, and senses. We were moved to the California Experimental Labs where we met our next friend Veru. She was a Wolf. We stayed together for three years, coming up with a plan to escape, finally doing so when we turned fifteen. We were all roughly the same age, me being the oldest.

  When we escaped we ran across the country arriving in Raleigh, North Carolina. We stayed there and gained money stealing and pawning things until we had enough for three tickets to A Coruña, Spain. From there we went to Barcelona, Marseille, Monaco, Genoa, Milan, and finally Venice. We made our home there in an old abandoned mansion. We fixed it up and made it ours.

  We made our wealth from stealing around the world, and passed it off with fake jobs. Lucy was perhaps the smartest of us and Veru came to be the one with special contacts. I though, became the main field worker, using my abilities to do the actual stealing. Veru often helped me too and she also became the demolitions expert. Lucy stayed at home, making the plans and often experimenting in her room. The world gave itself the honor of naming our secret organization. We became known as the Super Thieves. How else can you describe us but super?

  In my book I describe our past heists, our friends, our enemies, our discovery of the O.S.D.S, and the boy who helped us in our greatest challenge.

  Morgan Rowl

Lucy Cantallo

Veru Icerus

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Heat Pt. 1 - Dragees

She sat in the decreasing amount of shade and watched the sun slowly arch across the sky. Her mouth was dry and her lips were coated with dust between the cracks of dried blood. Her shirt and pants that had once been a natural tan  were now coated in the soft yellow of the surrounding sand. The scarf that had once been a lovely red was dusted in the same dust only broken by the dried brown blood that had dribbles down her chin from broken lips that only two days ago were soft and plump. She didn't even have the energy to try and lick them anymore. She had just barely crawled against the abandoned wagon a day ago. Left to die in the oppressive heat. 

She had been seeing things since the sun had risen today. Giant shadows of hawks that blacked out the sun but never appeared again. The sand in front of her would shift to spell out words that made no sense. Cacti that would suddenly move several feet and then back again. It registered with her but nothing mattered. She knew she was going to die here. She finally just closed her eyes and hoped she could escape the last moment in a dream of her old home on the coast of Virginia. 

 The only reason he saw her was his habit of surveying the surrounding area as he rode past. He was on his way to a small settlement west of here. He approached cautiously but dismounted and walked once he was sure there wasn't any danger. The cover of the wagon has long ago dried up and faded away. The woman leaning against the side was from somewhere else. He gently touched her shoulder and saw her breathing. He knew from her lack of response she was probably going to be dead without help soon. So he lifted her up, not without lack of effort, and got her onto the horse. The ride wouldn't be very comfortable with her laying across the horse like that but he doubted she would even feel it. He mounted and only paused long enough to make sure she wasn't going to fall off. Then he headed as quickly as possible to Ancora. 

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Ancora was still in the developing phase of settling. Most of the people lived in tents. There were frames of the soon to be buildings up but the construction could only go as fast as the supplies arrived. 

The man and woman on the horse were met by a few people on the street since it was odd for him to have someone with him.

"Adam, whats going on?" A young lady who closely resembled the man, Adam, asked him. 

"Mary, get Doc Hartmann," He said quickly and was already headed towards one of the tents. The girl, Mary, rushed in the other direction. 

 Once the horse arrived at the desired tent, that didn't differ from the others much, Adam dismounted and lifted the poor woman off. He brought her into the tent and laid her on a makeshift cot that offered little comfort. She stirred slightly but didn't seem to wake. 

Mary and Doctor Hartmann arrived shortly after. Doc Hartmann was a no nonsense old german who went immediately to the woman and began to look at her. 

"Sie ist close to the end, but nicht gone yet," He said in broken english. He took out a canteen and poured some water on his fingers. He wet her lips, letting the excess trickle into her mouth. She stirred more and licked her lips out of reflex. 

Adam and Mary watched closely as he repeated the process again. Through half lidded eyes the woman turned her head and looked at the Doctor.

"'s ok now," he said and put the canteen to her lips. She made an effort to move her hand for the canteen but lost the strength. The Doctor tipped the water to her lips. She swallowed some and then suddenly fell back to sleep. 

"Will she be ok?" Mary asked. 

"Sie will be if we get more wasser into her."

Adam volunteered to stay and keep her lips wet until she rose again for more water. For some reason he felt the need to bring her back from her illness.

To be Continued...

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"Tell Me A Story" Part 1

"Daddy, tell me a story," Said the little girl sitting in the back seat. It was one of the many trips she would barely remember later on, to a town whose name she could never remember. 

"Do you know how you get scrambled eggs?" Her father said smiling in the rear view mirror. She shook her head.

"How?" 

"You grab the chicken by the neck and shake it real hard. Then, you squeeze its wings and scrambled eggs come out." He was trying to contain his laughter.

"Really?" She asked. She knew he was kidding but it was still funny to play along to her. 

"Of course," He said chuckling.

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Her hair had turned brown and her humor had grown darker with time. A new school taught her what she was missing out on in her old school. The school where she had no friends and was teased about being poor. 

Now her and her knew friend sat in the office in the middle and asked each other questions.

"Tell us a story, tell us a story," that was the idea. They wrote them down and shared their creativity. Often they wrote about other worlds. They escaped their boring lives by writing and reading. Magic and vampires and sci-fi usually filled their stories. 

-

Leaving everyone behind and moving on, she still wrote. She missed what she had but many things had soured. 

"I'll tell you a story," She thought. She wrote about her own death and the things after that. Then, she moved on to insanity.

She wrote about killing everyone and dancing in the ashes. The character would let herself get consumed by madness and hate. 

She wrote about destroying herself because she couldn't do it in real life.

Halfway through that story she stopped. Things were changing, and she didn't have the heart for it anymore. She stopped writing about everything for a while. No more ideas to share, no one to share them with. 

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No one ever knows what they want. A girl can write love stories and dream about her "type". My type wasn't even close. We are similar and different and that is what's fun. Neither of us are perfect, but we don't expect perfection.

"Tell me a story," I will ask.

"About what?"

"Anything."

"Did I ever tell you about the time..."

"No, what happened?"

"Well, me and David...."

His voice is soothing, even when he's debating with me.

"Are you a sleep?"

"Almost," I answer groggily.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"You can sleep when you're dead," He says jokingly.

"Some of us have too much to dream about."

"Like what?"

"Stories." 

"Life is a story, now wake the hell up."

Elegantly put as always, Chris.

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The blog will hopefully take off. I want to get some of my friends on board to write shorts and chapters on here. The more the merrier. All posts should have the authors' pen name in them so you can keep track. 

This is Dragees Gift. Out.