LivingInTheNight

He wasn’t familiar with the sound of the car. Maybe if he’d known he would have had time to move, but Samson was a cat who had spent the whole of his life sheltered inside, his whole life up until the day his human had carelessly left the front door open while bringing in her groceries. Samson couldn’t place what had changed in his human in the days before he left, but she had stopped paying nearly any attention to him at all. Under other circumstances, Samson would never have gone outside without his human knowing; he wouldn’t want to worry her, except that on this day he had been sure that she wouldn’t notice.

        On a beautiful day, a group named the Japanese club set out on an adventure past school grounds. Together they sought to find glorious things within life they have never seen before; since some people in the club did not have lives… they set out on a journey to the Japanese Gardens, near Happy Hollow, in search of the beautiful culture and nature of Japan. The Japanese club members; Shione, Neko, Sinha, Takosu, Jei, and most importantly Bob, crossed far and wide finally reaching to their destination. Deciding to venture out to the many paths that nature has in store for them they soon came upon a bridge. They looked out only to

 Last night I had a dream that I was falling I hit the ground with a thud, and everything went dark When I opened my eyes, I expected to be alone But instead I found that all my bones were broken

She stepped away from her tiny ship into the wide courtyard, the moon overhead muffled by the damp, misty clouds. People had gathered to watch her, people she didn’t know, people whom she loved ever dearly. Her long black hair must have been a surprise to them, as they were expecting someone more…fair. They would take some convincing, no doubt, to relinquish their loyalty to White Rock Shooter. But it could be done; these were reasonable people, and simply talking out their differences should do the trick. She smiled at them as best she knew how, and her blue eyes still contained a girlish shine which turned the crowed in her fa

You were so small, and still so profound. You crashed into me when I thought I needed you least, just another weight on a soul that longed to break free. I loved you like I’ve never loved anything. I don’t know how to explain Not more, not better, just harder. It was desperate and raw, unbelievable all the same. I never wanted to love you I knew you were going to die. I’ve played this game a dozen times, Every time, you lose. I knew I was done for the day I gave you a name. I named you for another little friend I lost, what feels like an eternity ago. Back when I was eager and wonderstruck, but I was naïve and oh so

A tantalizing scent That breaks the boundaries of our world Leaving strife behind in dust The color of fresh rust To it, dying leaves unfurl Sensing that touch it they must Offering healthy reprieve Only catch is to believe As humans sense they burn with lust And run after to retrieve No one knows from where it lay Just that it strengthens at fading day If only in their blessed grieve They could see the maiden in the day From waters edge she rises up The embodiment of love But where blooming flowers lay Shining droplets of water cup She gives her love to only one The man who stares into the sun Eyes that cause the weak to jump Only to hi

The setting sun pours over the earth sparks fire on the blue horizon. This is the hour of the end; when animals of the day retreat to their homes, and prepare for sleep as creatures of the night awake. When orange streaks of light steal the sky as the sun tucks its head beneath the darkening blue and the air holds a colder wind though the atmosphere is slowly melting. This is the hour of fire; Until the sun slips away and the moon's silver rises to the blackening sky as the wind settles with a chill consuming the land in a beautiful blanket of stillness and speckled lights. This is the hour of silence: until the sun peaks again and bri

A thousand years ago, our ancestors battled For the gains of a world that doesn’t exist And today we look back on their folly and laugh Thinking that we escaped what they did A century ago, we severed in two The country we vowed would be united as one Blood splattered over the ocean blue And then we moved on like it never happened Then four years ago the killing revived And the bodies of babies littered the street Omens of death had dotted the sky Yet we forgot them after we cried. With red skies at morning, sailors take warning But we party all night and forget the storm The everlasting joy we feel deep inside Is ripped from our hea

I spied two widows today, They thought I wouldn't see. As they held their hourglass high, Their bellies fat with greed. They lay about their home, Happy to be rid of their kin. Their children frolic and play. Only one or two will remain, To watch their mothers fade. Into the distance rivers of blood, Flee out to start their lives. Into the distance the hourglass, Runs and no longer tells us time. :heart: Anita/Amarantheans (https://www.deviantart.com/amarantheans)

Since they agree and the door is closed: It's only sex, there is no dirty sex. It's only lovers, there is no perverts.

I really want to eat you, you truly ought to know. So think of this-before we kiss... ...under the mistletoe. You think it's about romance, but I just need some lunch. I smell your blood-in dismal flood... ...so please go drink some punch. It's best if you avoid me, no matter what I say. Your mortal bliss-you'll surely miss... ...if we take things my way. I'm functioning on empty, and kinda like a car. So low on fumes-I live in tombs... ...if you should flee, run far. This party's for the festive, I lean towards mad-macabre. I lurk in screens-and piercing screams... ...necrosis is my job. I'd tell you all I'm thinking, but you're alread