fukaimoriMidori

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

I've always loved the dark. While people are always afraid that there may be something lurking in the darkness, just waiting to scare them, I've always been confident that I can hide from that something. And when the right time comes... I attack. In the day, I travel. I am a nomad, and have no place to call a home. At night... When the flaming ball we call the sun disapears and the glowing silver disc that is the moon rises, my power is strenghtened, and I become something inhuman. Some people may call me a witch, maybe a monster, or maybe even a demon. I call myself a survivor. Face it. Life is cruel, and I survive in any way I can. Even i

 He would continue to kill until the day he died. Raven sat up from her desk with a contented sigh. Flexing her cramped fingers, she glanced at the clock and gave a start. It was already six in the morning, and she needed to get to school. She hurried to the bathroom, showered and got into her uniform. The house was quiet. Well she was the only one home. Her parents were on a business trip overseas, as usual. She grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and went to her room to grab her bag. “Oh, crap ,” she muttered instinctively. Lounging on her bed and looking perfectly at ease, was Chase Young. He rested on her pillows and gave

CROSSOVER: Xiaolin Shodown (Well, Chase is an XS character) and Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. (How did I end up doing this again???) "What are we doing here?" I demanded. We had materialised in Port Angeles, Seattle, North America. Chase had somehow managed to acquire a sleek black motorcycle and a couple of helmets. We had ridden at break-neck speed to a stadium. "I had tickets." Chase replied innocently. "What to?" "A concert. Now shush." He grabbed a hand and pulled me towards the entrance. "It's a fairly unknown band," Chase said. "I thought you would like to come." "It's not as if I had a choice," I shot back. He just laughed and p

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."

Meryl was a friend of mine when I just a boy; in fact she was my best and only friend. At that time, I didn't know any kids my age so she was my playmate, whether I liked it a lot. I did like her. But she had her mood swings; one day she would be so sweet and let me have the best sweets while on the next she might drench me with a bucket of water and refuse to talk to me. Children are children; they need playmates. I would do anything to win her friendship back; give her my new toys, the cone of my ice cream; anything for her to play with me. Meryl had the most beautiful hair; long tangling curls the colour of violet, like my special felt