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The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth Number of words: 1667 Summary: Sequel to Nightmare. This is the story of a schizophrenic writer who has started talking to her characters like they were real. Author's note: I realise the title isn't the most appropriate; I'll be happy to hear any suggestions you may have. And I'm not quite sure if this really belongs in FF, seeing as the "he" could be anyone. Reviews are welcome. Disclaimer: i do not own Chase Young but Eva is my OC. (Please read Nightmare http://fukaimoriMidori.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-II-115256727 if you get confused.) Christmas carols blared from the shopping c

Summary: Talking to a little marionette. How's it supposed to feel? Number of words: 89 Author's comment: This was inspired by "Wide Sargasso Sea" written by Jean Rhys. It's a short novel written in the point of view of the "mad" Mrs Rochester in Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre". (READ IT, it's good.) I was also thinking about a writer and his creations again; some people say that their characters control or dictate how the story goes from the page (especially in character driven stories). So let's say the character has a life of its own. Then doesn't he/she feel resentful that he's always being controlled by the writer? Pathetic Doll, pupp

Three cheers to my darling muse For inspiring as many poems in a week But wait a minute, why am I thanking you? Let's have a look, shall we? Last Friday I got snickers and stares From a bunch of your fellow schoolmates There was some pointing and plenty of glares Whatever have you said? So other than the cold shoulder What else have you given moi? Oh, I don't know, just possibly The pain of being ignored? Then of course, there's adolescent frustration It's playing havoc with my skin And let's not forget the void your absence brings Constant hunger makes it impossible to stay thin I can't take much more of this Not saying the

It starts with the whisper of silence The shadow of dreams that linger in light It morphs into a being of substance One that watches you the darkest nights Its caress at first the gentlest of blushes A comforting warmth that spreads throughout It brings the peace of a warm smile The soft touch that erases your every doubt But oh, how quickly it changes From something so pure and sweet To an evil greed that knows no end A craving you cannot possibly feed It preys on your hopes and poisons your speech Its fetid breath stinks of decay and mould A demon that controls your every thought Once grown, it'll never leave you alone

I never liked crowds. Not since that mosh pit, two years ago. The fear of falling down, getting trampled. But when you're stuck in a crowd, you're stuck; whether you like it or not. People moving past me. Being shoved in all directions. Sudden image of tripping down these steps and rolling all the way down. Thank goodness, it doesn't happen. Three, two one. Safely down the stairs. Take a step forward, look left then right. There you are, a grin on your face. Then you seem me and that smile fades. Crap. Is it me, or is it getting warm here? It's a little hard to breathe too. Stupid crowd. I want to say something, do something; smile, give a

Mouth dry, tight smile. Meanwhile My heart's trying to fly away. I feel like a nervous Child. Why oh why is it so Hard to just Say 'hi'? My calm, my composure, Shattered. Like glass. Cheeks hot and flushed; stop blushing I order. Of course The body won't follow. And the ordeal's over. Finally. But As he leaves, I feel Hollow. Hyperactive heart's replaced With stone. What's wrong with me, I ask. Embarrassed heat's gone, leaving me Cold. It's not an impossible task. To walk to your crush And just Say "Hi."

I’m on a beach. It’s grey, literally; the sand, the sea and the sky are all grey, and there’s a mist that makes it hard to see anything more than a few meters away. There’s hardly any light since the sun’s completely covered by the clouds, so it’s impossible to tell the time of the day. I’m alone. I don’t like being alone, especially in a place like this. I keep walking along the silver sand, listening to the constant sound of waves. I can’t hear any birds; I can’t hear anything but the waves. It terrifies me. Finally, I can see the shape of a person in the distance. As I move closer, I see

After the finale of Avatar: The Last Airbender. (Note this IS an Avatar fanfiction) I once wrote about how after Eva died in my Xiaolin Showdown fanfic, she was transported to the Avatar universe to “redeem” herself. She mostly allied herself with Zuko; I think the two characters are quite alike. They’re both lost and searching for their place in the world. Does anyone remember my story from a few months back; written in first person perspective, in which Eva is raped by Chase? This is picking up from where I left that off. “Fire Lord Zuko.” She bowed deeply, as she would have for an emperor to her own country. He

Trial & Error It was a long time ago or so it seems In a forgotten land of dust You spirited me to your Elysium Rescued me from endless dusk Forests carved from silver and gems Meandering rivers of honey Endless orchards of flowers and fruit This was your kingdom, your country You crowned me with the reddest roses And declared me as your queen But I forgot that flowers have thorns Hidden amongst the petals and green A time after you tired of me Nothing I did could please you Your warmth vanished, you grew distant Your affection was scattered and few A taste of magic was what you gave And then you threw me away Back to an em