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*****Daedalus Storytime*****

Telling stories can be both beneficial in terms of entertainment as well as education. They both amuse us and teach us about ourselves, others, and the world that exists around us and in our own imagination.
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Infinite ~By Eurocracy

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Lost But Not Found ~ By Andreas Schumacher

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Disturbed ~By Arcavella Aquila

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Disturbed: Ch4 [By Arcavella Aquila]

19 avril 2012 - Cpt. Plague | 0 commentaires

Chapter quatre

“Wow, you’re a ♥♥♥♥.” She responded almost immediately with an angered tone.
“I know right!” I laughed as soon as I said that. I turned my head and started walking off. But as I was walking off. She grabbed my shoulder, I turned around.
“♥♥♥♥♥.” The next thing I saw was her fist coming at my face.
*SMACK* my head moved back a bit.
“♥♥♥♥ you then.” She said, she took out a container of food out of her locker and threw it at me. As it hit my head, the food spilled out of it and all over my hair. You don’t ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ touch my hair. I closed my eyes, tensed my neck. My eyebrows began to twitch.
I looked up and down the hallway. Clear. I grabbed her neck and slammed her head against her locker. I pulled out my pocket knife. I put the knife against her throat, looking at her with crazed eyes, almost smiling.
“I will ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rip your head off you ♥♥♥♥♥!” I shouted at her, the sentence was followed by
“Go ahead then, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥. Rip my he---“
I grabbed her hair with one hand and her arm in the other and swung her into the lockers on my left.
“♥♥♥♥ you” She said, sarcastically. I hit her head onto the locker again. Her forehead was cut a bit now, the adrenalin started rushing, and blood... excites me. Wait, what’s that noise...?
Footsteps. I look at her and I say.
“You’re lucky” I pushed her head closer and whispered.
“You’re very, very lucky.” I bolted it away
“YOU BETTER RUN ♥♥♥♥♥.” She screamed as I was running away.
“♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ weirdo” I sprint off and begin the 10 minute journey home, pissed. My hair’s ruined and now I need to shower. Oh that ♥♥♥♥♥ is going to pay for....
My phones ringing, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, it’s probably Elena.
“What do you want?” I said, rudely.
“Just calling, don’t forget to bring my bag; I forgot it at your house.”
“Ok, whatever man, I’ll see you when I see you.” I replied quickly.
“Why the hell are you always so pissed off Marcus?”
“Just be quiet please, I’ll speak to you soon.” Before I hung up she rushed in and said.
She started to talk, "Marcus... What’s wro-"
I hung up on her, mid sentence. I had better things to do than listen to her worry over me.
I sighed heavily and continued my journey home.

Disturbed: Ch3 [By Arcavella Aquila]

19 avril 2012 - Cpt. Plague | 0 commentaires

Chapter troi

2 years ago.

Bell rings, everyone rushes out of class. I take my time leaving, I prefer the halls empty. I seem to have a date with Elena today, I have to get home and prepare myself. I have a lot to look forward to tonight. I call her to check up.
“Hey Elena. Everything good for tonight?” I asked her.
“Yeah, sure, don’t be late like always” She said, insistently. Elena, my estranged, delusional girlfriend, seems to think I have some sort of feelings for her when my only fuel in this relationship is her above average physical attributes.
“Sure man, whatever.”
“No, this is the third time Marcus. Stop being selfish and actually make it this time.” She’s so damn clingy, get off my back woman.
“Ok, I get it; I’m on my way home right now.” I start moving towards the exit with haste.
As I’m walking out, I see some girl standing there, horrific fashion sense if you ask me. Black with fluoro pink!? She’s crazy. And what is up with the hair? Why the hell is it blue? Man, I need to talk some sense into this abomination... She’s turned around facing her locker. I approach silently. I get close enough and say loudly.
“A bit bright don’t you think?” I asked in a strongly sarcastic tone.
“Got a Problem?” She replied.
“Sort of. Other than the fact that you look like a glow in the dark stick with all that fluoro, no, I have no problem.”
“Do I really look like a give a ♥♥♥♥ about what you think, I’m not a follower, so I dress like that to be different, don’t you think we should all ?”
“Sure? I admire your spirit, but aren’t there other ways to be different?”
“Do you have any suggestions?” She asked, she then proceeded to look at me with a very serious, critical look.
“Why do you even want to be so different?” I tried to avoid the question, I didn’t have anything to say about another way to be different, and it seems that your appearance does really matter nowadays.
“I like to think it’s because I’m not afraid of being different.”
“What makes you different; to me you seem like an attention seeker.” She’s very interesting indeed, I want to speak for longer, but I have to cut this short I have a date with Elena.
“Attention seeker? You’re funny Mr...." She pauses, expecting me to say my name
“I don’t think such an idiot deserves the luxury of knowing my name.” I chuckled a bit after that. It was funny, well, I sure thought so.