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[proudsuperwholockian3]

I recently found the Salvager gear and I love how the top gives me a steampunk vibe. So, I did a photoshoot with various outfits and I'm gonna create a steampunk AU! I'm so excited!

[proudsuperwholockian3]

The Festival of Lights had arrived at U.A. High School yet again. The students put together the festival with the teachers, and opened it to the public. People from all over Japan came to enjoy the festivities, spheres of light emerging from their bodies in a myriad of colors to join the stars above.

Hanta and Mezou, running a face painting booth together, stared at the lights overhead, Hanta wrapped in Mezou's arms. Both of them released soft pink orbs of lights, and Mezou felt like nothing could ruin their night.

He was the first to see Momo and Kyouka headed toward them, hand in hand. Hanta noticed a moment later and waved to them. Once they arrived, he greeted them with a grin.

"Hey, you two," Kyouka said, "How are you?"

"We're doing well," Mezou answered.

"I can see that," Momo commented, gesturing toward the soft pink lights above their booth. Hanta looked up and turned away with a small blush dusting his cheeks.

'It's a nice night,' Hanta signed, 'Perfect for the Festival,'

'I agree,' Momo signed back, 'Kyouka and I were wondering if you would paint our faces.'

Mezou suddenly found his arms empty as Hanta started gathering paint supplies.

'What were you thinking?' he asked

'Sugar skulls,' Momo replied, 'it is October, after all.'

Hanta's grin grew bigger and he returned to his tasks with vigor.

"You just made his night," Mezou chuckled as he guided the two girls toward two empty stools. Hanta swatted one of his boyfriend's arms. Then, he tapped his ear.

"Yes, I know you can hear me," Mezou said.

Hanta ignored him and stationed himself in front of Momo. He coated her face with a layer of white paint, then worked on the black lines. Adding little, dotted flowers scattered across her cheeks, he finished with a crown of red roses. Handing Mom the handheld mirror, he watched as her eyes lit up with glee.

"Thank you so much!" she said. He gave her a thumbs up before moving to Kyouka. Starting with the white layer and black lines, Hanta painted a purple flower crown, adding little, partially hidden music notes weaving through the crown.

Mezou handed the mirror to her, and once she noticed the music notes, she beamed at Hanta, thanking him. Momo placed some cash in the tip jar. Then, the girls got to their feet, claiming they needed to get ready for Kyouka's next performance.

"My last performance is at midnight. Make sure you two can be there."

Mezou and Hanta nodded and waved the girls goodbye. People began flooding their booth soon after, commenting on Hanta's talent, and, before they knew it, it was almost midnight.

Hanta finished painting the last customer's face as Mezou locked their tip jar away. Once they were ready, they headed toward Kyouka's show, hand in hand, matching smiles for the world to see.

"It was a great Festival this year, wasn't it?" Mezou said. Hanta nodded, moving closer toward his boyfriend.

"I love you." Mezou said softly.

"I love you, too," Hanta mouthed back. Happiness flooded their souls as they made their way to see Kyouka perform.

And, underneath the glow of the stars, the orbs of light, and the moon, it definitely was a wonderful Festival of Lights for the young couple.

As you may have figured out, Sero is mute. Also, there is not enough sero x shouji content. The Festival of Lights is a story I wrote a long time ago and I decided to use it as an AU. I hope you enjoy the story.

[overfalls]

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

[owlbearcounter]

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU

[ranetree]

ADDITIONALLY:

YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’

IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.

ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME

‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’

THANK YOU

[tassiekitty]

BREATHE - THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE

BREATH - THE NOUN FORM

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE

WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY

WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)

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DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN

[melancholicmarionette]

WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)

WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING

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BAWL- TO SOB/CRY

BALL- A FUCKING BALL

YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT

[soggywarmpockets]

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.

THANK YOU.

[everylineeverystory]

*slams reblog*

[leonawriter]

IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.

[penbrydd]

SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE

IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.

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[celynbrum]

DISCRETE - SEPARATE, DISTINCT, PARTED

DISCREET - SUBTLE, STEALTHY, DIPLOMATIC

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AND TO CONTINUE THE OP’S THEME

IT’S SNEAK PEEK

NOT SNEAK PEAK

A SNEAK PEAK WOULD BE A MOUNTAIN ENGAGED IN ESPIONAGE

THEY ARE VERY LARGE AND WOULD FIND THIS GENERALLY DIFFICULT 

THANK

(OH AND ONE OTHER THING

BULLION = PRECIOUS METAL

BOUILLON = STOCK, FROM THE FRENCH “BOUILLER,” TO BOIL)

[jumpingjacktrash]

SHUDDER:

SHUTTER:

NOT SAME NOT SAME

[the-real-seebs]

sleight of hand: magic tricks slight of hand: President-Elect

[lilacandgoooseberries]

I love this post so much oh my god 😂

“A MOUNTAIN ENGAGED IN ESPIONAGE” I’m losing my shit

[archival-hogwash]

To my followers who speak & write in English as a second language: the caps locks and the frustration might come across as scary or even personally pointed, but all the information is valuable, even (and lbr ESPECIALLY) to native English speakers & writers!

[proudsuperwholockian3]

The Mark Of The Voices

Chapter Three: Set In Stone

Kasey was sprinting down the empty street, her crimson jacket slipping off her shoulders, long brunette strands flying behind her. People dressed in black uniforms with the infamous white Hound logo chased after, masks on, hiding their faces.

The adrenaline rushing through her kept her ahead of the Hounds, although the distance wasn’t as much as she’d like it to be. She turned a sharp corner into an alley. It was a dead end! Turning back to the entrance, and only exit, of the alley, she saw the Hounds after her getting closer.

She had no time to escape, so she started to try and find a place to hide. It wouldn’t stop them from getting to her, but at least it gave her a few more seconds. She took a couple steps before the asphalt opened up and swallowed her. Kasey had no time to scream before she fell into the hole that closed up as soon as she was beneath the surface.

The Hounds, four of them in total, turned down the alleyway, and stopped short, perplexed when she wasn’t there. The leader of the group growled before calling the situation in. Given the orders to get back to headquarters, the four Hounds disappeared in a swirling column of heavy grey smoke. There was no trace of them ever being there.

~~~~~

Kasey slid down a dusty slope and landed hard on the ground. As soon as the thump echoed through the space she was in, millions of fireflies erupted into light. She felt her confusion grow into a sense of calm. Unbeknownst to her, little white clovers bloomed beneath her feet, following her when she began exploring the cavern she slid into.

The fireflies, previously glowing white, turned blue. Kasey let out a soft laugh of awe and reached out to touch one. But, her state of wonder was destroyed by a low hiss in one of the dirt corridors behind her. A chill ran down her spine and her muscles tensed. The fireflies changed into a deep crimson and began flying down one of the other dirt corridors, away from the noise.

Not wanting to get caught, or to stay behind and see what the hiss originated from, she followed the fireflies. The clovers sprouted from her footsteps and grew tall enough and strong enough to protect her from the flying rocks and clumps of dirt when a giant… ‘serpent?’ came crashing out of the tunnel.

It had the body of a serpent, but it had the legs of a bear and a head of a black swirling cloud column, sparking with violet lightning. It was an interesting combination of animals and destruction. It gave out a roar instead of a hiss, shaking the walls. It threw itself at the thick clover barricade and tore at it with bloodstained claws.

Kasey took off down the tunnel she followed the fireflies into. She didn’t dare look back, but kept her eyes ahead and her feet steady. The monster’s shrieks were muffled by the clovers and the distance, giving Kasey a small feeling of relief. And slowly, the fireflies faded from red and into green.

She ran into another large cavern, one with stone walls. Black markings decorated the stone. They weren’t worn, like the walls they were painted on. She traced the marks, quickly jumping away when they started moving from the wall to hang in mid-air, glowing silver.

The fireflies had disappeared, leaving Kasey alone with the glowing words. Reaching out, her fingers an inch from the marks, she felt waves of emotions wash over her and wanted to pull away. She almost succeeded, but as soon as her index finger touched the closest mark to her, she was swept away.

The stone cavern she was in had changed. A skylight appeared, the walls restored themselves, and a lot of the marks were either gone or half-finished. Orbs of light were mounted in the corners, and a young man, with tousled black hair, and a ton of the marks Kasye saw on the wall were tattooed on his muscled back. He stood in front of a blank wall with a paintbrush in one hand and a small bowl in the other. 

Sensing a presence, the young man turned around and looked right at Kasey. She froze, eyes wide, yet the young man just his head to the side, curious.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice matching his looks.

Kasey couldn’t make a sound, still in shock from what had just happened. The young man stepped closer to her, breaking her from the trance she was in. She jumped back, ceasing his approach.

“Who are you?” he asked again.

“Kasey…” she said, hesitantly, still alert. “Where am I?”

The young man watched her pull her crimson jacket tighter around her tense form.

“You’re in Andvaulia.” he said.

Kasey felt her eyes widen. She stared at the young man across from her as he took a step closer, and closer, until he was about a foot away from her. He was taller than her, but only by a few inches. She felt an energy radiating from him, a dark energy that terrified her and calmed her racing heart at the same time.

“Who are you?” she breathed.

“That,” he moved in to whisper in her ear, “is none of your concern.” 

Something inside her wanted to bow to the young man’s harsh, dominant tone.

“So, Kasey Hemingway,” he circled her slowly, “what brought you here? You’re obviously not from this time period, so, where did you come from?”

“How did you know my last name?” she asked, ignoring his questions. He frowned, before a thought seemed to have popped up in his head. He smirked and got closer. Placing an index finger on her forehead, he closed his eyes.

She sucked in a breath as she felt his dark presence enter her mind. Ivy began breaking through the floor and wrapped around the young man’s ankles, breaking his concentration. Kasey tore his finger from her forehead and twisted his arm. That earned her a glare, one that she returned. 

“Stay… out... of… my… head.” she growled. The young man pulled his arm out of her grasp and massaged his wrist. But, he had an amused expression on his face.

“You’re strong,” he commented. ‘But, I’m stronger.”

He dragged a finger across the nape of her neck, goosebumps erupting in his wake. She shivered, subconsciously leaning into his touch. He chuckled, a deep rumble in his throat, as her cheeks began to burn.

“Fuck you!” she spat.

“Oh, darling,” he purred, “you would.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but something shook the ground. He lunged at Kasey, and left a scratch on her as soon as she was disconnected from the silver marks. She was back in the cavern and the marks were back on the walls. But, she could still feel his touch. And for that, she hated him.

Kasey left the cavern, fuming, and began wandering through the tunnels. She had no idea where to go next, but she had to stay away from those Hounds. Yet, she felt she would rather face the Hounds than see him again. She hated the small part of her that wanted to submit to him. 

A soft whisper stopped her in her tracks. It came from a small, dim corridor to her right. She felt a small, chilling breeze emit from it, but that didn’t stop her from walking down to the door at the end. Even from a little ways back, she could see the same silver marks she encountered early.

The door was a worn, stone slab that was easy to push open. And it had to lead to another enormous room. Except, the ceiling was so high up, Kasey could see. She only saw the three skylights that barely lit the room. And the contents of the room were something else.

Coffins, huge stone and gold boxes, lined the walls and made rows. They all faced away from Kasey, gazing at a magnificent memorial in the back. The coffins reminded Kasey of the Terracotta Army from the pictures she saw in school. Still, inanimate, silent.

She slowly made her way to the memorial, admiring the soldier-like coffins, but she stopped when she saw who the memorial was for.

“You have got to be kidding me!” she yelled, her words echoing through the room. Torches burst into light, startling her. Now she saw the memorial a lot better, and she wished she hadn’t. 

That same smirk was on his face, making her blood boil. What made her heart stop though, was her figure painted on the stone, next to him. She had a similar smirk on her lips and her eyes were a deep, deep red that appeared almost black. Their arms were linked, and they were clothed in black robes.

“No…” she breathed. She took a shaky step closer, and swore violently. It resembled her, down to the bright red scar on her neck. 

Triggered by her racing heart, ivy began covering the coffins behind her. The stone crumbled and the gold bent under the strength of the greenery. But the noise fell on deaf ears. Kase was too busy, trapped in the questions whirling through her head.

Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder, flooding her body with exhaustion. She passed out and fell into a pair of arms.

Kasey awoke to the sound of a crackling campfire, and a soft breeze playing with her hair. She shot up, and immediately got dizzy. She flopped back down on what she noticed was a bed of moss, adding on to her confusion.

“How are you feeling?”

Kasey whipped her head to the hunched over figure sitting on a rock close to the fire. They wore a black, oversized hoodie and torn jeans, muddy blue Vans on their feet.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

Her savior, or kidnapper, took off their hood to reveal a 17-year-old girl with short vibrant pink hair and a sharp jawline. She had piercing violet eyes, bronze flecks glowing in the campfire light.

Kasey froze. Holy shit! She’s gorgeous!

The girl chuckled, “Thank you.”

“Wait, did you just read my mind?” Kasey blurted out.

“Actually,” the girl corrected, “we Mind Readers don’t actually read peoples’ minds. We can hear thoughts, and if they’re about us, they’re louder.”

“Oh…”

“I’m Addison.”

“Kasey.”

Addison turned back to the fire, fingers holding onto a necklace Kasey had noticed.

“To answer your question,” Addison looked back, “I’m okay.”

“That’s a relief. For a moment, I felt I overdid it.”

“So,” Kasey wondered, “you’re an Empath, too?”

Addison nodded, “You hungry?”

Kasey’s stomach growled, earning giggles from both girls.

“I guess so.” Kasey said, moving closer to Addison. “What do you have?”

“Well…” Addison whipped out hot dogs and roasting sticks, watching Kasey’s eyes light up.

With that, the two of them prepped their hot dogs and enjoyed the evening.

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Hey, anyone have suggestions on what I can write about? Maybe send me a prompt or something you want to see in story form. Let me know.

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The Mark Of The Voices

Chapter Two: “What the f--”

They reached Ashewater by 7:30, stopping a couple times, one for gas, one for a snack break. Pulling into Ashewater Inn, the coziest and nicest inn in town, Andrew kept the engine running and checked them in, getting a couple rooms. Hopping back in, he moved and parked near the edge of the parking lot. 

Madison clambered out, and staggered when her feet hit the ground. Rosita steadied her and stretched her legs.

“Dinner?” Andrew suggested. Madison immediately perked up at the promise of food, gaining a chuckle from Andrew. They walked across the street to a diner named Dixie’s. The chime of the bell brought back memories. He felt at home.

Dixie’s didn’t change from when he first started dating Jim. The booths kept their same old brown leather which had seen better days, the counters were still dark polished logs, and the tables kept their signature license-plate-under-glass design. Dixie’s daughter, Christie, a waitress and future owner of the restaurant looked up from the counter and beamed at Andrew.

“Andy!” she shouted in glee. Several people turned to the three in the doorway. A few of them smiled and greeted Andrew. 

“Hello, Christie.” Andrew returned the greeting with the same amount of energy she had.

She hopped over the counter and pulled him into a Christie Hug, the bone-crushing, ‘can’t breathe’ hug. Letting go of her death grip on him, she kept her hands on his biceps.

“How have you been?” she inquired. “It’s been so long.”

Andrew laughed. “It’s only been five years.”

She scoffed, “Five years too long! Last I saw you was when you and Jimmy were getting married.” She let out a sigh of contentment, thinking back that happy memory as she led them to the corner booth by the kitchen “It was a beautiful wedding. You looking fine in that white suit and the tears Jimmy tried to hide. I’m glad I got a picture of you smashing his face with that handful of whipped cream, though.”

Andrew laughed. 

“I remember that.” he mused. 

“The look on his face was totally worth it.” Christie giggled. Rosita chuckled and was pulled into a Christie Hug.

“How are you doing?” She turned her attention to Rosita and Madison.

“We’re doing wonderfully.” Rosita answered.

“How’s Mom?” Andrew asked, looking for his mother in the restaurant.

Christie’s face when grim. She looked up at her brother, eyes flooded with pain.

“You may need to sit down for this.” she suggested. 

Andrew did as she said and sat down in the booth. Rosita ushered Madison in the booth next to her, across from Andrew.

Christie took a shuddering breath in, and opened her mouth.

“Mom has cancer. And she only has a few days left.”

~~~~~

Jim stared at the road in front of him, not really seeing it. His mind kept going back to one question. How had he been found out? He and Andrew had been so careful, always taking precautions. There were no cameras in his office, or in his truck. The cameras they had at home were connected to a private server in their vault.

“Hey,” Dustin noticed Jim’s scrunched forehead and distant eyes, “what’s on your mind?”

Jim shook his head, temporarily ridding the question from his mind.

“It’s nothing.”

And that was all Dustin got. He sighed and pulled out his phone. Shooting a text to Rosita, he kept it in his hand, waiting for the vibration telling him he got a reply. They were about ten minutes away from Ashewater, and the Rocky mountains seemed to have grown taller, looming over them, just like the questions and fears in Jim’s mind.

When they finally got into Ashewater, they drove to the Ashewater Inn and parked next to Andrew’s Mustang. Seeing the familiar vehicle, Jim felt relief and joy course through his vein, flooding his body. He quickly hopped out of the truck and closed his eyes.

Breathing in the fresh air, he let his senses take full control, trying to locate Andrew’s aura. His senses took him to Dixie’s. But, his senses didn’t like how Andrew’s arua was blue-ish grey. Something was wrong.

Jim’s eyes flew open and he sprinted across the road to Dixie’s. Dustin shouted after him, trying to keep up, but Jim ignored him. He needed to get to Andrew. He stopped at the door and took a breath, trying to slow his racing heart. As calmly as he could, he opened the door, and heard the familiar tinkle of the bell. It brought back memories, but he had no time to visit the past.

He immediately found Andrew, in their corner, with Christie, Rosita, and Madison. Christie was holding Andrew in her arms, and Jim saw his body trembling. Dustin stopped at Jim’s side and was about to attempt to catch his breath, but Jim rushed to Andrew in an instant.

Andrew felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, and looked back. A fresh wave of tears spilled from his eyes and he clung to Jim right away. Jim gave Christie a questioning look. 

“Mom’s dying.” she whispered, loud enough for him to hear over the noise of the chatter. 

Jim stayed silent, but his eyes spoke his condolences. He held Andrew tighter and rested his cheek on top of Andrew’s head.

“From what?” Dustin asked, sitting down next to Rosita, stroking Madison’s hair.

“Lung cancer.” Christie muttered.

The family stayed quiet, mourning the fate of the one who held them all together and had loved them all unconditionally.

“Where is she?” Dustin asked.

“Banselle’s Hospital.” Christie snarled. Madison jumped at her harsh tone, and Jim swore.

“Hound territory?” Andrew snapped, “Why the hell would you take her there?”

“I didn’t!” Christie shot back, “I woke up a few weeks ago and found a note from the Hounds telling me that they took her.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me!?” Andrew spat.

“Well, I’m sorry that you changed your number and ignored our asses for the past five years!” Christie screamed.

“Hey, let’s take this somewhere else. Not so public.” Jim’s voice was low. 

That was when Andrew and Christie noticed the silence. Fuming, Christie led Andrew and Jim through the kitchen to the back alleyway. And as soon as the door slammed shut, Christie slapped Andrew. The force of her hit had knocked him off balance.

Jim shifted back, but when Christie swung at her brother again, he caught her wrist. She whipped around to him, rage clear on her face. Her eyes glowed red and black runes covered her body.

“Shit!” Jim swore. He only had time to protect his head when she launched herself at him. He threw her off and stood in front of Andrew as she picked herself up from the ground. In the light of the setting sun, he watched as her nails grow sharper and a thin, whip-like black tail with a barb lashed out.

“What’s going on?” Andrew asked, holding a hand to his cheek. A bright red hand print was visible in the dimming light. 

“Red-eyed and tailed,” Jim said. Andrew sighed. 

“Cover me,” he said.

Jim nodded and got ready to protect him and Andrew. By that time, Christie had thrown a hand in their direction. Jim flew away from Andrew and was pinned to the wall by an unknown source, leaving Andrew unprotected. 

Christie stalked closer to her brother, a smirk on her face. Andrew had his eyes closed and was muttering an ancient language under his breath. Jim’s eyes widened. He knew that language. Struggling against the hold on him, he prayed that Dustin wouldn’t witness what was about to happen.

When Christie was a few feet away from Andrew, his eyes opened and had become a dark purple. Small black horns peeked from under his hair.

“Hello, sister.” Andrew spoke in Andvaulian. 

“Hello, brother. What has prompted your appearance?” Christie replied.

“It was you, my dear sister. It is time for you to pay for your crimes against Hell.”

“Crimes? What crimes have I committed, brother? My love for humanity? My desire to help them?”

“Your love for humanity? Sister, what you are doing is not helping them, it is hurting them. This is not love, this is annihilation. You have caused so many wars, and that is not even your name. You are Rage, not War, not Death.” Andrew said.

“That is easy for you to say, Chaos. No one questions your actions, just as long as you create chaos. I kill some people and all of the sudden, I am being charged for not following my namesake.” Christie spat, “Now, brother, tell me how that is fair.”

“You have slaughtered millions, doing something that was Plague’s job. The Black Death was all you, not her. And you killed people in random places, angering Death, who you know is not someone you want to anger.” Andrew looked stressed. “Your job is to make people angry, not kill them or cause wars. And because of this, you are coming back with me to Hell, where you will live out eternity in The Pits.”

“I am not going anywhere.” A shadow figure with sharp nails and a thin, whip-like jumped out of Christie’s body and ran down the alley, away from Andrew. Another shadow figure leapt from Andrew with small horns and ran after the first shadow.

Jim was released from the hold on him and slid down the wall. Christie was on the ground, unconscious, and Andrew was unsteady on his feet, holding his head in his hands. The two brothers went to Christie’s still form and were about to pick her up when the back door from the kitchen slammed shut.

Jim let his senses take over and had detected Dustin’s aura, earning a sort of groan/sigh from him.

“Dammit.” he muttered.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.” Andrew said, “Go after him. He needs you.”

Jim shot him a look of gratitude before letting his senses take over again. Eyes closed, he ran off, following the trail left by his brother’s aura, trusting his senses to keep him safe. 

Around walls, over bumpy ground, and through a tunnel, his senses led him to Dustin, keeping on the trail. When the trail ended, he opened his eyes to an abandoned subway station. He got a cold feeling, as though something about it wasn’t quite right.

He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and shot a quick text to Andrew and Rosita, telling them where he was and to get there immediately. And it only took them five minutes to get there.

“He went in there.” Jim gestured to the station in front of him.

“Well, what’re we waiting for?” Andrew said.

Hand-in-hand, they all walked into the abandoned station, that seemed to have been waiting for their arrival. Yet, Jim still couldn’t shake off the cold feeling.

[proudsuperwholockian3]

The Mark Of The Voices

Chapter One: Discovered 

“I’ve been hearing voices.”  Madison, a young girl, at the age of eight, sat in the armchair that was two sizes too large for her, “They keep telling me to... run and hide.”

Her uncle Jim, A.K.A Dr. Stevenson, who was across from her, looked up from his clipboard and placed his pen down on the little side table next to him.

“You too?” he whispered. Madison stared at him, confusion on her face.

“Show me your hand.” he gently demanded. Madison scrambled to him, hastily pulling off the thin white glove that resided on her left hand. A simple mark adorned the top of her hand.

“Madison, under no circumstances are you to show this to anyone except me, Uncle Andrew, Mama, and Dad.” he insisted, nothing but seriousness on his face, lacing his tone.

She nodded, “I promise.”

Jim opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by a ding from his phone. He glanced at it, and his eyes widened as his face lost a few shades of color. 

“We need to go.” he said, “Put your glove back on.”

Madison pulled it on and followed Jim out of his office. When they reached their family, Dustin and Rosita, Madison’s parents, stood up. Dustin gave a look to Jim as if asking: “Is everything okay?”

“I just got a text.” Jim started. Andrew, his husband and the co-owner of their company, looked up from his computer.

“They’re coming.” he said, “For me and her.” 

He gestured to Madison.

“Shit, we need to leave.” Dustin urged.

“Andrew,” Jim directed his attention to his husband, “wall.”

Andrew’s eyes widened, “That’s right.”

He stood up and with a wave of his hand, all of his stuff was all neatly organized and in his computer bag.

Madison’s eyes filled with awe. She never got tired or bored watching Andrew do magic.

Andrew tapped three times on the wall he was facing, revealing a retinal and hand scanner. He did the retinal scan first, then the hand scan. 

The hand scanner was Andrew’s own invention. Instead of just scanning prints, the hand scanner also identified people by their bones. People born with magic had a thin line band of light in their bone marrow. Those who learned magic had a small glow emitting from their finger bones. Everyone born powerless and never studied magic had the norse runes of protection and strength engraved on their bones.

A portion of the wall slid open, revealing a corridor leading to an elevator. Jim ushered Dustin, Rosita, and Madison down the corridor.

“Press the button with the mark on it. We’ve got some things to do.” Jim informed them. Dustin nodded, before herding his wife and daughter toward the elevator. Jim left the corridor and went to grab his things. He reached his office and found his bag on his desk and everything he needed was organized inside. He smiled, internally thanking his husband.

Quickly, he snatched it and closed his door, locking it. Andrew had just finished locking the door and tinting the windows when Jim made his reappearance. Andrew pressed a palm to the wall next to him, and somewhere in the back, behind the building, two occupied parking spaces were being replaced by empty ones. Jim grabbed his hand and they ran to the elevator, the wall sealing seamlessly behind them. To everyone else, it would’ve looked like the Stevenson husbands had closed their place for the day.

Jim and Andrew quickly got into the elevator and Jim pressed the button he needed to. The elevator doors shut quickly and, almost immediately, they were descending. The ride lasted a silent ten seconds and the doors opened, displaying the eager face of Madison, the relieved stance of Rosita, and the ‘deep in thought’ expression that Dustin was wearing.

“Uncle Jim, Uncle Andrew.” Madison cried, “You’re okay.”

Andrew pulled her into a hug, ruffling her hair.

“Of course we’re okay,” he joked. “We’re tough. Although, not as tough as you.”

Jim led them down another stone corridor lit by lights hanging from the ceiling. Eventually the corridor opened up into a large room. Jim’s 2018 Chevy Silverado 3500HD and Andrew’s 2017 Mustang sat on top of two massive pedestals in the center of the room. Numerous cabinets lined one wall, full of supplies. A training and meditation area was in the far corner, across the movie space, which had a large flatscreen TV, a wall of DVD’s, and a huge fridge. 

Jim dragged Dustin over to the cabinets, pressing a button on a podium that lowered the pedestals the vehicles were on. He noticed his brother biting his lip, a habit Dustin had developed when they were young. That memory brought a small grin to Jim’s lips.

Dustin grabbed blankets, flashlights, a couple tents, and a cooler. Jim noted his brother’s eyebrows were furrowed as Dustin strode to the truck and dumped the contents from his hands into the trunk. Then he went to the fridge and grabbed food and drinks. Putting them in the cooler with a bag of ice, he slammed the cooler’s lid shut.

Madison jumped at the loud noise, and Rosita stepped closer, wrapping her arms around her daughter. Andrew began casting wards and protection spells on Jim’s Chevy and his Mustang. Madison watched in fascination as her uncle continued doing magic. 

“Uncle Andrew?” she called out to him.

“Yes, blossom?” he answered, using her nickname.

“Can you teach me how to do magic?”

Andrew stopped what he was doing, turned and smiled at his niece. 

“I’ll teach you when we get somewhere safe, if that’s okay with your Mama.” He looked up at Rosita, “Is it okay, Mama?”

Rosita chuckled, “It’s okay by me. Just be careful.”

“Of course, darling.” Andrew drawled. That caused Madison to burst out giggling. Andrew, feeling like he accomplished something very important, grinned and went back to his task. Jim and Dustin finished packing up the truck and the Mustang.

“I’ll drive the truck.” Dustin offered. Jim gave him a playful “bitch, please” face.

“I think not! You’re coming with me, but I’m driving.” he sassed. Dustin gave a hearty laugh before kissing Rosita’s and Madison’s forehead. He climbed into the passenger seat, and reclined his seat back.

“Bye, Hun.” Jim kissed Andrew. Their faces were grim, matching Rosita’s, who got Madison situated in the car before climbing in the passenger seat.

“Please don’t get caught.” Andrew pleaded. 

“Of course I will.” Jim said, “I do plan on seeing your face again.”

He gave Andrew a small smile before climbing into the truck. Andrew hopped into his sports car. Both vehicles’ engines started and two seperate passageways opened up. 

Closing the convertible roof to his car, Andrew gripped the steering wheel, anxious. As soon as the large door disappeared and the passageway was lit, he stepped on the gas pedal and sped down the tunnel. He emerged into an empty parking garage and joined the heavy, day time flow of Tempera traffic. He was good for about a minute, then a black 2019 Cadillac Escalade, with the signature white logo of a hound adorning it, pulled up behind him and began riding his ass. Andrew grit his teeth, trying to remain calm while trying to find a way to get away from the Hounds. 

Spotting an opening, he quickly maneuvered into the next lane and sped up. The Escalade followed, so Andrew did what he did best. He started trouble.

“Hold on, Madison. It’s about to get real hectic real fast.”

As soon as Madison got herself secured, Andrew turned left sharply, throwing them all to the right. The Escalade still seemed to be able to keep up. A ringtone sounded.

“Answer.” Andrew ordered.

“Andrew, what’s going on?” Jim’s voice was deep and heavy. 

“We’ve got a tail.” Andrew said.

“Us too.” Jim asked, “Where are you at?”

“Fifth Avenue and Main.” Rosita answered.

“Rosita. Are you and Madison okay?” Dustin’s frantic voice filled the car.

“Yes, we’re okay.” she assured him.

“Andrew, are you able to lose the Hounds?” Jim asked calmly. Inside, he was freaking out.

“I-I don’t know.” Andrew cursed himself for stuttering. “I can try, but it’ll take a bit of effort.”

“Please, whatever you do, just get rid of them.” 

Andrew opened his mouth to answer back when something caught his eye in the rear view mirror.

“Uh, I need to go. I’ll meet you in Ashewater.” Andrew quickly hung up and floored it. Weaving around the vehicles in front of him, he quickly lost the Escalade, but it was easily replaced by two more.

“Shit.” he swore. 

“Take the wheel!” he instructed Rosita. She immediately obliged, climbing into the driver seat as Andrew lowered the roof. Casting a spell, muttering the incantation under his breath, he made a huge wall of air rise up in front of the Escalades. Both crashed into the wall and Andrew took back the wheel. Driving with his knee, he cast another spell. He closed the roof and drove out of the city.

He hoped Jim and Dustin were okay. So, he sat silent, driving the seven-hour drive to Ashewater, Idaho. Madison was quiet in the backseat as Rosita stared out the window. The Hounds shook them all up, especially Madison. Andrew pitied her. She was only eight and she was being forced on the run because of something she was born with.

He was outraged. At the stupidity and the nerve of the government for hunting down people with the Mark. What was the point of it all? Were they dangerous? Was there something about them that scared the government? If so, what was it?

Questions flooded Andrew’s head as he drove down the empty highway. Will he ever find the answers?

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Black Waters (Part 1)

The Black Waters of Amber Bay. A place that housed a terrible horror. Drinkers.

The Black Waters was connected to the Great Green Sea by a long strait going by the name The Channel of Monsters.

The Great Green Sea was home to a lot of horror, too, such as: Sea Serpents,  Sea Dragons, and Sea Griffins.

Sea Serpents are large serpents with neck frills, rows of venomous fangs, and yellowish-orange petrifying eyes. Many boats have been sunk because of these creatures. 

Sea Dragons look exactly like the Sea Serpents except they have four legs, enormous wings, and blue scales to help them hide in the open ocean. They have massive teeth made for crushing ships and chewing through rocks.

Sea Griffins look like a normal griffin except they have golden scales instead of fur and the eagle head is replaced with the head  of a Sea Dragon.

The Drinkers were a whole new story though. Drinkers were those who drank some of the black water, whether they were drugged with it, by accident, or on purpose. Their flesh would turn black and their hair would fall out. They became skeletal and their eyes would grow as green as the Sea Serpents and glow in the dark.

Many sailors and ship captains have tried to avoid The Black Waters of Amber Bay as much as they could. Some ambitious and young men and women have sailed into Amber Bay for large, large sums of money. Some have survived while others have been destroyed.

The citizens of Amber Bay happened to be thriving despite the few ships who’ve docked at their ports. They earned most of their profit with the souls they mined; Warrior Souls. 

Warrior Souls were the souls of heroes who have fought and killed a creature from the Channel, Bay, or Sea. Those souls provided energy that could last a lifetime. It was considered a good thing that there used to be so many people who wished to prove themselves by successfully winning a fight against one of the Black Water beasts. It meant that there was a large amount of energy ready for usage. 

The souls glowed an amber color, which was why the town and harbor was named Amber Bay.

Abigail Lewis, a 12 year old girl, wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her dusty hand. Her father, equally sweaty and dirty, stood next to her, his overalls worn and tearing. She was wearing a tattered tunic and trousers. They were both barefoot. Those two, along with all the poor and homeless people worked in the Amber Bay Mines, searching for Warrior souls.

Abigail and her father lost their home and Abigail’s mother to a Drinker rampage. So, they moved in the housing provided by the owner of the mines. They shared the house with a family of five, soon to be six, and a family of three. 

Abigail had run home from school, which got out early, and changed into her mining clothes before she followed her father to the mines.

The sound of metal striking stone echoed through the dimly lit tunnel. She brought her pickaxe down on a small ledge sticking out. It hit the ground and an amber glow replaced it. She sighed in relief and started prying the Warrior Soul out of its resting place. 

When she finally got it free, she set it down gently in the bucket with her name written on it in sharpie.

“Good job, kiddo.” Her dad sounded exhausted. She grinned up at him before turning back to the wall in front of her. Her father sighed and struck the rock wall again.

“Get down!” someone shouted from the edge of the tunnel. A loud boom echoed throughout the rocky interior, indicating that a group of people used dynamite. A wave of dust washed over the Lewis’ as soon as they covered their heads with their jackets. Alexander, Abigail’s father, coughed a little before continuing his job. Once again, the sound of metal connecting with rock filled the empty silence.

Alexander found a small cluster of five Warrior Souls and pulled them out just as an overseer and her two assistants walked by with a stack of cups and a canteen of water.

“Excellent work, Mr. Lewis.” she said, “Would you and Abigail like some water?”

“Yes, please.” he replied. He grabbed two cups and the one of the overseer’s assistants poured water into them. Alexander handed one to Abigail and she smiled gratefully at them all.

 The overseer’s other assistant was a teenage boy holding a clipboard and a pen. He counted the Warrior Souls in Abigail’s bucket before counting the ones in Alexander’s. He wrote down the numbers before the three of them moved on to the next worker.

A bell chimed a half hour later, ending the Lewis’ shift. All of the workers started packing up and taking their equipment to the racks. Alexander put his pickaxe on the top rack next to Abigail’s. Then they picked up their buckets and and dropped the Warrior Souls they gathered in that two-hour shift into a chute labelled with their names. Finally, they placed their buckets in their locker.

Abigail ran out the mine entrance and into the light of the setting sun, followed by her father’s chuckles. People waved to them and a couple times, Alexander stopped and chatted to someone he knew. 

Abigail ran around and splashed in some of the puddles left over from the heavy rainstorms from the night before and earlier that morning. She was quickly stopped when she accidentally bumped into Pastor Marley.

“Oh,” she gasped, “I’m so sorry, Pastor Marley.”

He gave her a warm, reassuring smile and waved her off, nodding a greeting to her father. 

“Abigail, are you hungry?” Alexander asked, looking down at his daughter when they stepped through the door of their home. She nodded.

“I’ll go start dinner. Why don’t you go tell the others.” he suggested. 

“Okay, Father.” 

She ran upstairs to Mrs. Baker’s room. Mrs. Baker was the oldest resident in their house of ten. She had lost her hearing over the years and now she and every other resident in their home communicated with her through sign language.

Abigail found Mrs. Baker sitting on her rocking chair, watching the sunset. A mirror was propped against the window and Mrs. Baker turned to Abigail with a smile.

Hello, Abigail. She used Abigail’s sign name, an A running down an open palm.

Hello, Mrs. Baker. How are you? Abigail signed back.

Quite well, my dear. What news do you come bearing? Is your father making dinner again? Mrs. Baker looked hopeful and was delighted when Abigail nodded.

Thank God. I am quite famished. 

Abigail giggled before helping Mrs. Baker onto her feet.

How was school? Mrs. Baker asked.

Abigail shrugged before signing Boring. We reviewed what we did yesterday. And we got our math test back today.

What did you get? Mrs. Baker’s blue eyes shone with curiosity.

A 98%. Abigail waved at Mr. Baker, Mrs. Baker’s son, as he walked in through the door. His wife, the other Mrs. Baker, followed them in. Abigail called them Edward and Melody.

Good job, dear. Mrs. Baker got her attention.

Hello Mother. Edward hugs his mother and kisses her cheek.

Hello Edward, Melody. How was work? Mrs. Baker greeted her son and daughter-in-law.

It was busy today, Mama. How was your day? Melody responded.

It turned out to be a nice and relaxing day. I went for a walk in the park. Mrs. Baker signed before heading to the dining room.

Abigail made her way to the Carson’s, the third family in their home. Mrs. Carson was reading a book to her three children on her bed. Her slightly protruding belly was visible beneath her dress. Mr. Carson had his arm around her shoulders, their only daughter sitting on his lap. They all looked up when Abigail knocked on the door frame.

It’s dinnertime. she signed. Immediately, the three young kids ran downstairs to the dining room. Mr. Carson helped Mrs. Carson stand up and they thanked Abigail. She nodded before following the three youngsters to the dining room. 

Once she reached it, a feast of chicken salad, green beans, and warm bread with butter greeted her eyes. Granted, it wasn’t fancy but there was plenty for everyone.

Everyone sat down and dug in, thanking Alexander for his excellent cooking. Life wasn’t the best for Abigail, but she loved it and wouldn’t have traded it for anything. She was happy and that was all that mattered to her.

But, something dark lurked in the shadows, watching, waiting for the perfect moment.

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The City’s Secret Part 1

Towering buildings of concrete, steel, and glass stood like tall, artificial trees. The streets were paths of plastic and iron, connecting the city together. It was a very modern city.

But, it had a secret. Every night, when the moon was at its highest point in the sky, the city shifted. Every morning, the city’s buildings would be in different locations. So, a GPS was needed to navigate it.

No one knows why the city would rearrange itself. Was it the way it was built? Or was it cursed by some supernatural being?

Only one person was rumored to know the reason why. But, they were never found. Many people would go off on a journey to find that person, but none of them returned. That instilled fear into the minds of government officials, so they banned further expeditions.

Elizabeth Michaels woke up to her alarm on a foggy Wednesday morning. Burch, her pet cat, stretched, flexing her claws before sitting still. Elizabeth slammed her palm down onto her alarm clock, pressing the dismiss button. She yawned and sat up, scratching behind Burch’s ears, gaining a purr in response.

“Elizabeth! Get out of bed! Breakfast is almost ready!” Mrs. Michaels yelled from the kitchen.

“Coming!” she called. Peeling her blanket off her body, she stumbled out of bed. She threw on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a hoodie. She grabbed her backpack and an old pair of black Vans, running to the dining room.

Her mom was cooking breakfast and her stepdad, Mr. Michaels, was reading the news on a tablet. Elizabeth sat down and pulled her shoes on while watching her mom stack waffles and ladled eggs and bacon onto a plate, setting it down in front of her.

“Thanks, Mom.” she said before digging in. Her phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a text from her friend Walter. She snatched it up and unlocked it.

Walterboi16: Morning. How close are you to school?

ELIZA!!!💙: Good morning, my dear friend. I’m not sure how close I am yet. I need to check.

ELIZA!!!💙: How close are you?

Walterboi16: I’m only a few blocks away.

Walterboi16: Hey! So are you! Your apartment building is right next to mine! I’ll see ya in 5.

ELIZA!!!💙: Okay.

Elizabeth finished her breakfast and stood up right as Walter opened the front door.

“Hello, Walter.” Mrs. Michaels said, looking up from her breakfast.

“Good morning, Smantha. Good morning, Ezekiel. Hey, Eliza.” Walter greatted them all.

“A fine morning to you, Walter.” Mr. Michales said.

“You ready?” Walter asked Elizabeth. SHe nodded, and the two friends bade the Michaels a good day and left. They raced down the stairs to the first floor.

“Gavrin, Elizabeth and Walter’s third member of their trio, had just stepped into the lobby when the other two jumped the last three steps.

They all gathered into a group hug before stepping out into the obscured world. The fog was very thick and warm, making it a bit more difficult to see, but Elizabeth loved it.

Arms over each other’s shoulders, a GPS in Gavrin’s hand, the trio walked to school. They were all laughing as Walter cracked jokes.

But their fun was interrupted by Cynthia Stevenson and her gang of bitches.

“Look, it’s the freaks of nature. I thought I told you to get lost. But you just keep coming back.” Cynthia cooed in an obnoxious, high-pitched voice, “I’m honestly starting to think you like being picked on.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, Walter scoffed, but Gavrin’s gaze fell to the concrete sidewalk. They looked ashamed, adjusting their satchel and fiddling with their scarf.

Noticing Gavrin’s uncomfortable demeanor, Elizabeth and Walter glared at Cynthia and her bitch squad.

“Come on, let’s get going.” Walter said. He and Elizabeth pulled Gavrin away and headed inside.

Gavrin gave their friends a sad smile before they headed to their locker. Elizabeth and Walter’s eyes followed them as they walked away, an aura of dejection surrounding them.

“What’re we gonna do with them?” Elizabeth asked Walter, hating to see her friend upset. Walter shrugged.

“Just be there for them, I guess. That’s all we can do right now.They’ll let us know what they need.” Walter said, “Eventually.”

“Yeah, eventually.” Elizabeth murmured. She waved to Walter and walked to her locker and head to class after grabbing her HIstory textbook. She put her headphones on and played “Casual Affair” by P!ATD through the speakers.

Neither Gavrin nor Walter were in her first hour. But, Anna, another friend of hers, was. Elizabeth spotted Anna in the back corner of the class, a top hat with steampunk goggles perched on her head. Her fingers were assembling a hand-sized stereo that was resting on her desk.

Pausing her music, Elizabeth pulled her headphones off and let them hang from her neck.

“Hey, E!” Anna greeted her, acknowledging her with a quick glance before returning her attention to the machinery in front of her.

“Anna. How’ve you been?” Elizabeth said.

“I’m slowly getting frustrated. I can’t seem to figure out what I’m doing wrong.” Anna admitted.

“Well, I have no idea what you’re doing, so I’m not gonna be a lot of help. Sorry.” Elizabeth shrugged.

Anna waved her off, “You’re good. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Elizabeth chuckled, “Okay.”

The bell rang and Elizabeth sat down in front of Anna.

“Good morning, class.” Ms. Earhart greeted.

“Good morning, Ms. Earhart.” the class chorused.

“How has everyone’s weekend been?”

“Okays”, “Not bads”, and “Ehs” filled the air. One kid claimed his was just plain awful.

But, before anyone could say anything else, the ground started to shake. All over the city, buildings began to sink into the ground. The roads and sidewalks, now overhead began rearranging and causing chaos for all the drivers. Cars plummeted over the edges and fog billowed down from the empty space where building used to occupy.

All of this was done by an enormous piece of bronze machinery; the city’s secret. Now the question left was this…

Why would somebody build the city like this? And why did it suddenly rearrange itself during the day?

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Colors

Grey. Everything was grey. But, at least it wasn’t one shade of grey. That would’ve been awful. It meant that you didn’t have a soulmate. That happened to my best friend once. She died from depression last year. That was a painful time.

I still hadn’t found my soulmate yet. They were out there somewhere. Until then, I just had to wait for them.

2 Years Later

I finally met her. My soulmate. How did I know? Right as I stared into her eyes, I saw color blossom everywhere. The first thing I noticed was that her eyes matched the beautiful blue sky. Her hair was the color of honey and her skin was a magnificent tan. How I knew the colors, I have no idea. I guess that’s what happens when you meet your soulmate.

My stories are cringy at first, but they get better, I hope. Thanks for reading.

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Hello!

I’m a newer member here and I’m gonna be posting my short stories on here. I hope you all like them.

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

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