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BLOODPOUCH The Ugly Barnacle Since: Dec, 1969
#51: May 20th 2010 at 8:29:08 PM

Meanwhile, back to Zudak and Charlatan:

“Well, if this isn’t the ultimate cliché. A quickie in the broom closet!”

“No quickie, Doctor,” Zudak stated firmly.

“Ah. I see you want it slow and long then.” Charlatan put both arms around her waist and pulled her into him. She pushed against his chest trying to break the embrace, but he had already begun kissing the base of her neck, and she was weakened by his touch. He covered her face with soft kisses as he slowly rotated her body so that he stood behind her. His arms were wrapped around her, his hands joined together just below her navel.

“Charlatan, we can’t do this.” It came out as a whisper.

“Yes we can. It’s more fun if it’s dangerous."

Zudak's body shivered involuntarily with each touch of his lips on the back of her neck. She placed her hands on top of his, as he kissed and gently bit her delicious skin.

Slowly he inched his hands up, and she guided him to caress her breasts. He unleashed each button on her shirt, one by one, until her blouse was open and he could feel the lace on her bra. The fabric was thin, and he gently stroked her nipples and felt them grow firm with his skilled attention. She moaned with pleasure and tried to resist, but his foreplay was overpowering. She leaned backward and the curves of their forms fit perfectly, as if they were two parts of a puzzle. He was holding her up with his body while his hands explored every inch of her. She tried to speak, while he continued arousing every sense of her being.

“No, I’ll lose my job,” she said a little louder, but didn’t attempt to stop him.

“No you won’t.”

“Yes. I will!” Zudak suddenly turned to grasp his face in both of her hands. “We can’t do this. They already know about us!”

“Huh? They? Who’s ‘us’?”

“Administrat-" Charlatan's last words escaped her lips as Zudak fired his rainbow ass beams, vaporising her and the hospital.

"There is no 'us', Charley-baby. Never was." Zudak smirked as the prism-like beams slithered back into his anus.

edited 20th May '10 8:42:49 PM by BLOODPOUCH

Kinkajou I'm Only Sleeping Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Hiding
I'm Only Sleeping
#52: May 20th 2010 at 8:30:37 PM

BLOODPOUCH...

INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.
Leanan Laughing Mad from Rokkenjima Since: Dec, 1969
#53: May 20th 2010 at 8:36:13 PM

A fairy tale I guess, listen to a music box for the proper effect.


An evening like any other. As the sun fell below the horizon, the forest's gentle beams of light faded into the darkness soon to replace it. A lone young girl sat in a clearing, waiting. Waiting for the moon to grace the forest with its gentle and pale light. As she sat, she sang to herself.

"Tiny gold faeries dance in the shade. Whispering promises others have made. Promise of mercy, vows of true love. Whisper their way to the moon up above. When promises kept are fulfilled by the day, at night the devotees' rewards will be paid."

She continued like this for a while, then, at last, the full moon rose to the center of the clearing, bathing the grass in pale light. As the light shone the clovers around the edges of the clearing began to glow softly, from these clovers came a host of faeries. Tiny winged girls flitted about the young visitor, greeting her and played with the hem of her dress.

"You're coming with us, right?" One faery asked expectantly.

"Of course," replied the little girl, "I want to come with you more than anything."

The faeries were overjoyed by this news. They surrounded the girl, flying in circles around her. As they spun around the girl, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was standing in a courtyard. The courtyard had lattices with flowering vines growing on them, the flowers glowed softly, complimenting the light illuminating the now moonless night sky. Everything about this place seemed different. The white stone halls embellished with silver and sapphires was a stark contrast to the girl's village, far away from the castle, which itself had fallen into disrepair a long time ago. As the girl admired her surroundings a beautiful woman, no taller than her, but proportioned like an adult stood at a doorway. Dark hair framed the woman's face, pulled into a braid with a ribbon apparently made of silver running through it.

"So you are tonight's visitor." The woman stepped out into the courtyard. Her dress was also silver, the skirt of the dress was blue and partially transparent. "To be honest, I was expecting someone older." The woman floated off the ground and curtsied. "I am Talaith, the queen of the night faeries. I have seen your virtue, and see fit to reward you. But first, your name?"

The little girl gulped. "Terrwyn. From Gaerllwyd." The girl fidgeted with her hands behind her back. The lady had always told her not to get involved with faeries, but she was a cruel and unforgiving guardian, Terrwyn did not care what warnings she had for her.

"A beautiful name. Now, Terrwyn, I must warn you, this reward will only grant you the ability to accomplish what you wish with your own two hands, so choose your reward wisely." Talaith grasped Terrwyn's hands in her own, even though they were so small, they felt more comforting and warm to Terrwyn, she lost all her apprehension.

"I want my home to be at peace, I want the people living there to be happy, and not to worry about having their things stolen by raiders, I want to make sure that no child ever loses their mommy and daddy like I did." Terrwyn's eyes became filled with determination, eyes still young, but filled with energy and willpower. "I want there to be a Queen in the castle again."

Talaith saw this change in her eyes. She saw the fire they had, so young, such great potential to be unlocked. "Very well. I shall make it so that you can become queen of your people. However, you must remain here, in my palace, while we train you. Do you have anything you left behind that you want?"

Terrwyn shook her head. "No, nothing important, no one important. Just me, and my pendant." She gestured to the wooden pendant that hung at her chest. "I am alone, and I'd rather be stolen away by faeries than remain with the lady."

Talaith chuckled. "You have great power held within you, Terrwyn. Your sadness and pain will now be put to use. As the ruler of the night, I deem you squire to the high court, now, let us show you to your bed, you have much to learn from tomorrow onward." Talaith offered her tiny hand to Terrwyn.

Terrwyn took the hand in hers and felt herself rise off of the ground. Soon, she was floating through the halls of the castle. She was amazed by the beauty of it all. The walls were adorned by paintings and sconces filled with glowing flowers. Finally, at the end of the hall were two large doors, when they opened up, there was a large bedchamber behind them. With a large down bed, with a dresser, and a window. "Is this all for me?" Terrwyn asked hopefully.''

"Yes, now slip into bed. We will have much to do in the morning." Talaith pulled back the covers of the bed, allowing Terrwyn to crawl into the bed resting her head on a pillow. "Good evening sweet child, and may your dreams be pleasant." Talaith kissed Terrwyn on the forehead, and waved her hand, dulling the glow of the flowers in the room. Terrwyn found a place where she was wanted, and even if it were a trick, it was beautiful. She finally had a true home. Terrwyn replied to Talaith sleepily.

"Good night, mama." Talaith blushed at this.

"She's only tired." Talaith assured herself. She turned around and closed the doors to Terrwyn's chambers. "Even if she is a human, she has power, beyond any magic. I must nurture this power and see that she uses it well." With this, Talaith left the doors, continuing down the hallway, looking back into the courtyard. "The night is young, for the child the day has ended, but for me, it has just begun." Talaith continued down the hallway, making her way to her library.

To be continued.

WHO WANTS STAKE? *CACKLE*CACKLE*
BLOODPOUCH The Ugly Barnacle Since: Dec, 1969
#54: May 21st 2010 at 1:21:35 PM

On more, before the novelty wears off:

Rose petals lay scattered across the bed and the sweet scent overpowered the senses. Fast Eddie slowly moved his hand, tracing the gentle slant of Janitor's shoulder, the delicate curve of her neck and the sweep of her jaw. Softly, Fast Eddie brushed a lock of red hair from her forehead as he looked into her breath-taking brown eyes.

"We've already wasted so many nights," Fast Eddie admitted, gathering Janitor in his strong arms.

Janitor gazed back, and in a whisper replied, "What is but one night in the history of England, my lord..."

Fast Eddie finished the sentence, "...but another night stolen from our bed."

Janitor could feel the beating of his heart and the warmth of his desire surround her. She reached up and tilted his head, bringing him closer, his mouth a breath away as she uttered the words that would keep Fast Eddie with her, warmly by her side for the length of the night and forever...

edited 21st May '10 1:29:50 PM by BLOODPOUCH

krrackknut Not here, look elsewhere from The empty Aether. Since: Jan, 2001
Not here, look elsewhere
#55: May 22nd 2010 at 6:46:30 AM

When I was young, I used wake up before the sun rose, to walk to the edge of the river, and run along its length. Over my head the sun would chip away at the night, and I would smile.

"Yet us race," the sun would say. "Let us see who will reach the village first; me with my golden mortar or you with your young legs."

And I would laugh, and say "Catch me if you can, dear sun!", and take off. I'd run and run, and sometimes I tripped. Most of the time, the sun finished removing the night sky before I got home. But there were times that I actually won, also. And when I got back, my family was ready to start the day.

And the reason I say "used to" is because where I went there were no rivers. But I'm home again, and the river is there once again, and there is a dawn to outrun.

An useless name, a forsaken connection.
Scholastica Since: Jan, 2010
#56: May 25th 2010 at 3:34:59 PM

Sometimes Worlds pass each other. Sometimes they scrape each other. sometimes they collide. Sometimes they merge...

"Sakuya?"

Sakuya, about to leave the room turned her head back towards the mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Remilia Scarlet had been reading when Sakuya had delivered her tea. Now she was staring out the window, at the bright blue sky above the garden with the tea cup in her hand. "Yes, my Lady?"

"When was the last time you dreamed?" Remilia Scarelet asked without turning to the Head Maid.

Sakuya brought her finger up to her chin, giving the question a few moments of thought. When was the last time she had dreamed? Was it the time she had dreamed Marisa had stolen everything in the mansion? Or was it the time she dreamed she and Pachouli had traded places? Or was her last dream one of those hazy ones that disappeared the moment she woke up?

"Honestly, my Lady, I can't seem to recall." she said at last with a small chuckle.

Remilia nodded and took a sip of her tea. "I take it you don't dream often then?"

"No, not really." Sakuya admitted. "What brings this up, my Lady?"

"I've been dreaming a lot lately." Remilia said. "Almost every night for the past week or so, actually."

This raised Sakuya's interest. She hurried back over to the small table Remilia sat at and pulled out a chair next to her. "Continue." she said. Remilia took another drink before talking.

"Every night I dream the same dream." She paused for a moment and thought that over. "Well, that's not entirely true. Each night is different but the man and place I dream about is always the same."

Sakuya raised an eyebrow and made a "Hmm...?" noise at that.

"I am in a room," Remilia continued. "With this man. Sometimes with others and sometimes alone. I'm never sure what they are saying, its like the sound is gone even though I can see their lips moving."

"Do you try to talk to them?" Sakuya pressed.

"I tried, but they seem to not notice me. I even tried to grab a man's arm but my hand passed through it. I don't think they even notice I'm there. Like I'm a ghost or something." Remilia shrugged, as if it did not matter. "Except for that one man. the one who always appears. Sometimes I think he knows I am there."

"What do you mean?"

"He sometimes acts like he knows I am there even if he can't seem me. When I try to talk to the people in the room he sometimes turns towards me, as if he thinks he heard something but nothing is there. Once when I tried to touch him he immediatly moved away and felt where my hand was. I feel he knows I am there even if we can't talk to each other."

"What does this man look like?" Sakuya asked.

"He's tall. Very tall. Taller than Meiling. And that hat makes him seem even taller! He has dark hair, and a scraggly beard." Remilia rubbed her own chin thoughtfully. "His eyes though, there is something about his eyes. Sharp, he is always thinking, always noticing everything. I suspect he thinks even in his sleep. But also sad. So very sad eyes. I don't know why. I see him smiling and laughing at times but the eyes are always sad."

She turned to Sakuya. "Do you know anyone like that?"

Sakuya had in fact been trying to match up Remilia's desription with anyone she might have known before the question was asked. She could only shake her head though. "Nobody that I can recall."

"Well, anyway," Remilia continued, "The last couple of night have been a bit different. When I am in my dream I am not staring at the man and the others. I - I think I am the man!"

Sakuya stared.

"It's like, just last night, instead of watching everything from a corner I was sitting in the chair the man was normally sitting in. They were talking to me like I was him and I was answering. I was holding something in my hand - my hand, not his, I was in my own body - I think it was a paper."

Remilia's brow scrunched up as she stuggled to remember. "E... Emanciple? Eminate? Emancipation? Thats it! Emancipation!" Triumph turned into confusion on Remilia's face. "What does that mean anyway?"

Sakuya shrugged again. "I'll ask Patchouli to look it up." she said but Remilia waved her off.

"Nevermind, it's not important." the Scarlet Devil said. "The point is, I have never seen this place or those people or that man in particular. How can everyone save one person in my own dream ignore me?"

Sakuya shrugged once more.

Remilia groaned in frustration. "I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week! I must be getting old." she grumbled.

"Would you like me to fix something that will help you sleep better tonight, my Lady?" Sakuya offered.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you, Sakuya. And thanks for listening to my natter."

"It sounded interesting, my Lady." the Head Maid said as she got up. "Odd, but interesting. I'll go see to lunch and then I will find something for your sleep."

"Thanks again." Remilia said as the maid left the room. Remilia turned and stared out the window. Truth be told, she left out one detail.

"These aren't dreams though." she muttered. "I'm sure of it. Something is amiss, I just don't know what.

-#-#-#-#

"Seward?"

Secretary of State William Seward, about to leave the room turned his head back towards the current occupant of the White House. Abraham Lincoln had been reading a telgraph when Seward had delivered a report. Now he was staring out the window, at the dak midnight sky. "Yes, Mr. President?"

"When was the last time you dreamed?" The president asked.

Seward gave the question a few moments of thought. When was the last time he had dreamed? Was it when he dreamed the was no war? Was it when he dreamed he had been elected president? Or was his last dream one of those hazy ones that disappeared the moment he woke up?

"Can't really say." Seward said at last.

"I take it you don't dream often then?" Lincoln asked.

"Not really, no." Seward admitted. "Why do you ask?"

"I've been dreaming a lot lately." Lincoln said. "Almost every night for the past week or so, actually."

Sewards curiosity had been peeked. He strolled back over to Lincoln's desk and took a seat from one of the chairs in front of it. "About what?" he asked. Lincoln thought long and hard before talking.

"Every night I dream the same dream." he paused for a moment and thought that over. "Well, that's not entirely true. Each night is different but the girl and place I dream about is always the same."

"A girl?" Seward wondered aloud. Inwardly he wondered in Lincoln had told his wife about this.

"Yes, a girl" Lincoln confirmed. "A young girl, quite a lovely little thing except she has blue hair and red eyes. Can you imagine that?" When Seward said nothing he continued. "I dream of this girl. Sometimes with others and sometimes alone. I'm never sure what they are saying, its like the sound is gone even though I can see their lips moving."

"Do you try to communicate with them?" Seward asked

"I tried, but they seem to not notice me. I even tried to grab a man's arm but my hand passed through it. I don't think they even notice I'm there. Like I'm a ghost or something." Lincoln shook his head, as if it did not matter. "Except for that one girl. The one who always appears. Sometimes I think she knows I am there."

"What do you mean?"

"She sometimes acts like she knows I am there even if she can't see me. When I try to talk to the people, all women by the way, in the room she sometimes turns towards me, as if she thinks she heard something but nothing is there. Once, when I tried to touch her, she immediatly moved away and felt where my hand wad been. I feel she knows I am there even if we can't talk to each other."

"This sounds rather outlandish, even for your dreams." said Seward. Lincoln chuckled.

"True. Very true, my friend. I just can't seem to shake this one though." Lincoln stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Especially the girl. There is something about her. She looks so young but her mannerism are of a refined and older woman. Much older, in fact. Her eyes, I have looked into them and they seem to be ages older than her body. Yet, at the same time, they seem mischievious. There is a sparkle in those eyes. Something..."

He trailed off and turned to his Cabinet member. "Sounds farfetched, doesn't it?"

Seward had to agree, even as his mind poured over trying to recall any storie or fairy tales that might have started this dream.

"Well, anyway," The president continued, "The last couple of night have been a bit different. When I am in my dream I am not staring at the girl and the others. I - I think I am the girl!"

Seward blinked.

"Just last night, instead of watching everything from a corner, I was sitting in my chair right here instead. We - you, me, and some others - were talking only I could feel that I was different. I was holding my proclamation from yesterday and I saw that my hand was that of the girl's. You all were talking to me but calling me something differnt. Not my name."

Lincoln's brow scrunched up as he stuggled to remember. "Scarlet, I think. Remilia Scarlet!" Triumph turned into confusion on Lincoln's face. "I have never heard of anyone by that name."

Seward shrugged again. "It must be an old folktale you've forgotten. I'll ask the librarian to look it up." he said but Lincoln waved him off.

"Nevermind, it's not important." the Scarlet Devil said. "The point is, I have never seen this place or those people or that girl in particular. How can everyone save one person in my own dream ignore me?"

Seward shrugged once more.

Lincoln muttered something under his breath. "I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week. Between this and the war I feel like a wreck." he said more loudly.

This alarmed Seward. "Would you like me to get you presribed something that will help you sleep better tonight, sir?" he offered quickly.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you, Seward. And thanks for listening to my natter."

"It sounded interesting, sir." he replied as he got up. "An interesting distraction from our normal affairs at any rate. I'll go see if any doctors are still awake. In the meantime, Abraham, try and get some rest."

"Thanks again." Lincoln said as the Secretary of State left the room. He turned and stared out the window, frowning. Truth be told, he left out one detail.

"These aren't dreams though." he muttered. "I'm sure of it. Something is amiss, I just don't know what.

edited 25th May '10 3:36:44 PM by Scholastica

Tofu gtfo Steve from Minecraft Since: Jan, 2001
gtfo Steve
#57: May 26th 2010 at 6:32:36 PM

Something I wrote. It's pure stream-of-consciousness and I recommend listening to Paradise of Light and Shadow while reading.

"Princess"

Descend the stairs, quietly, quietly

dress catches on flagstone, she pulls it free

there are more important things than balls and dresses

and she now has someone to see

Descend to the plaza, quietly, quietly

Cape catches on tree, he pulls it free

there are more important things than feuds and war

and he now has somewhere to be

Two meet in the center of the kingdom

softly, softly, such a beautiful world

with everything lit up like a miracle

She's never felt so afraid

But when he appears to her she takes in a breath

dash across the plaza, hurry to there

Catch and be safe there in his arms

Princess is at last safe

"I've been waiting."

"As have I."

A soft, brief moment, just a second, but if only it were more

oh please, don't let her go, she would be destroyed

A sound. They're not alone.

She's terrified don't let them take her

A sword drawn don't let them take her

Please hide me, my dear prince

A clash, a clash, a terrible noise

the noise won't quit

make it quit

don't let them hurt him

Is it over? Her eyes open

red red red

Oh no...

She finally looks.

Her prince saved her and she runs forward to hold tightly

"Shh, princess, don't worry, you're safe"

The world goes black

"See you tomorrow?" A tentative question from the Princess, sequestered in her deep blue room

"I promise." A word from the Prince, so far away

The kingdom light, a lamp

it goes out

She's alone

But her heart is still nice and warm

The feeling will tide her over until she meets the Prince again in the kingdom of lights.

edited 26th May '10 6:39:04 PM by Tofu

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Kinkajou I'm Only Sleeping Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Hiding
I'm Only Sleeping
#58: May 26th 2010 at 6:35:28 PM

waii

INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.
LuckyRevenant ALMSIVI from The Flood Since: Jan, 2001
ALMSIVI
#59: May 30th 2010 at 7:59:48 PM

Much like air, magic winds its wat around the world in currents, some larger than others. Some, the largest, are called "ley-lines", or at least they have been since some mystic in the nineteenth century with a big head decided to start calling them that. The locations where these main currents meet is a place of immense power, and people have been building structures in these locations to try to harness that raw magic for centuries.

The offices of Alan Ridgeway, Ph. D., in Portland, Oregon, are one such structure. They were built in the glass-and-concrete box modernist style that had been so popular decades ago, which allowed for magic to easily get into the building, and the rest of it was designed so that the magic would naturally flow into and around Dr. Ridgeway's office in the center of the top floor. Of course, he had designed it himself, and it was one of his proudest accomplishments.

The design had its drawbacks, mostly in the area of defense. While the spells that blanketed the building prevented anything too dangerous from getting in, the odd wraith or spectre still found its way in on occasion, and the non-violence enchantments had no affect on them. Of course, there were many binding seals around the building that could trap these things until they could be properly dealt with, but even in those circles, they could still do some serious damage.

"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."
Tofu gtfo Steve from Minecraft Since: Jan, 2001
gtfo Steve
#60: May 31st 2010 at 1:18:33 AM

So. Sitting around, listening to Bad Romance and... OH HEY PLOTBUNNY. We're from the point of view of the Princess from the last entry into the story. Let's see if any other Troper can find themselves in here.

—-

Distance.

Princess idly draws her finger along white-wood windowsill, staring at the empty plaza below. "...He's not here." she whispers, feeling tears peck her eyes.

A sigh and finally tearing her eyes away. "...He must not be coming." She dejectedly pulls herself away from the window, casting one last mournful look outside. "My prince, where are you?" She paces, white gown trailing and eyes lidded in sad thought.

"My prince..."

—-

The General twists a lock of gold around her finger. "Is it just me..." she turns to the elder brother, the First Prince, "...or is our Princess distraught? She's not herself today."

The First Prince chuckles. "General, I'm sure—"

A smirk. "My dear, we're in private, no need to be formal." A finger on her lips, lips carved in rose, he thinks- "but I am pleased to see you using respect."

"As you wish. And as your friend, my dear, I confide: Yes. She does, indeed, seem distraught as you state. What could be wrong? She has anything she could possibly desire."

A sudden click. The General laughs, a tinkling sound, but it still carries the chill of her spear. "Oh, perhaps I have a hunch after all. Don't fret, friend. I may know what ails our Princess."

—-

The Princess can't take it any longer, she's going to the Plaza. Perhaps he doesn't see her from the window, maybe he's waiting. A subtle twist of hips as she climbs from the window, sidles down the ivy, heels delicately touch grass and she runs across into the Plaza. Nothing will stop her. Nothing, and no one.

She spots Her nearby and pauses, watching her wrench tangle in her blue hair. "Oh, hello, Miss!"

She turns and grins. "Hey, Princess. What's on your mind?"

"I'm looking for him. Have you seen him?"

"Ah, your Prince? Perhaps you should look on his side of the Plaza. You've never been beyond the Centre, have you?"

"No, but thank you!" The Princess races off to the Prince's side.

Miss's face falls, she drops her wrench. "I'm sorry, Princess... I did what I had to do."

—-

She bolts across the Centre, her first time in her Prince's part of the Plaza. No time for sight-seeing, she had to find her Prince—

A gloved hand covers her mouth, forcing a shriek into her throat. She tries to fight, she's too weak, all the running so tired

she collapses. The enemy has the Princess.

—-

The Prince has been locked away in the dungeon, feeling himself dangle from the wall, the separation from his Princess growing almost punishing—

Wait. That voice. That scream—

No.

—-

The Princess feels her shoulder connect with the ground but feels no pain, she just scrambles to her feet and launches a fist at the nearest person, desperate, needing, she needs to escape—

—-

The Prince fights his bonds. His Princess is here. She is HERE and so is the enemy, and if she was to be hurt...

A soft growl and a drawn blade. He won't let her fall. Not HIS Princess. Not to anyone.

A loud battle cry and a flash of steel, the spark of sword into armor, the blood of men spilled—

My Princess!

—-

She struggles, unarmed, against the tide and wins- she knocks one down the stairs and throws another down.

Nothing can stop her, she is as a fire, but she hears a familiar pained cry—

No!

She lets out a fierce cry and starts to move faster, afraid for her prince, not for herself, just for her Prince.

She fights down everything in her path, beating them, attacking, ruthlessly advancing—

My Prince!

—-

The two meet in the center.

The Princess sees the Prince, bloodied and hurt, but still fighting to be at her side.

The Prince sees the Princess, torn and bruised, but still pushing aside the enemy tide.

The Prince and Princess both feel a plume of anger at the condition of the other- both are hurt (the Prince more so) both are tired (the Princess more so) and both are willing to force their way to the other's side.

The Prince and Princess break through. Both stumble and catch eachother, silently thanking the gods and goddesses the other is alive, the moment of reunion sweetened by the Prince wrapping his arms around the Princess' waist and the Princess softly kissing her Prince.

The two have become one again. Looking down, the two support eachother as they clear out the last troops and reach the Centre of the Plaza. A look passes between the two- neither wants to leave the other.

Instead, they collapse. Exhausted, the two fall in the Centre, the Prince and Princess holding onto each other for dear life. —-

edited 31st May '10 1:24:51 AM by Tofu

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Kinkajou I'm Only Sleeping Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Hiding
I'm Only Sleeping
#61: May 31st 2010 at 3:17:55 AM

waii

Quite romantic, I say.

INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.
Tachi Spoiler Alert from the Shadows Since: Mar, 2010
Spoiler Alert
#62: May 31st 2010 at 5:37:29 AM

You looked at her. That girl who was yet a child. With moonlit skin and sunkissed locks of golden hair. That child would look at you. Her eyes the stars in which you drown. That child would dance with you. Shrouded in a dress made of the fleece of lamb-like clouds. That child would laugh with you. A birdlike song of hopes reborn. That child would run with you. Jump with you. Fall with you. Knees tainted with dirt; an elbow bloody... scraped. That child would twirl with you. Round and round, on sand painted red with the dying rays of a setting sun. That child would play with you. Smile with you. Sing with you.

That child ought to always be with you. Forever

That child she ran to you. Came to you. Trusted you. That child she shone for you. Glowed for you. She jumped into your arms. A squeal of joy, a chirping hi. The child she shared her tales with you. Tales of teddybears and talking flowers, of fantasy friends and things unreal. Tales flowing over the brink with summer and spring and neverending energy. Tales shrouding you. Sheltering you. Tales waking lost memories of a childhood long forgotten. You craddled her in your arms. You carried her. That child would never come to harm.

You would guard her. Forever.

But one day time would take its toll. That child would grow. That child would wither. That child would break your hold and turn to leave. For love and joy a tear you shed. For purity you shook your head. For innocence you cursed the sky. A scream for each deceiving lie.

You would not allow it. That innocence would last. Forever.

That child she nestled towards your chest. A little yawn of no distress, she locked her arms behind your neck. You stroked her chin and kissed her hair. That child you'd lose to a life unfair. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. She travelled to a land of colours. A land of craziness unbound. You watched the corners of her little mouth. Corners curled upwards in an always present smile. You smiled. That child she touched your heart.

Her love belonged to you. Forever.

The wire slid slowly around her neck. The steel warmed by your bodyheat - chill metal would disrupt her sleep. The wire a simple dark line across her throat. You didn't want to disrupt her slumber. Perhaps she wouldn't even wake? You knew she would. You gently tied a piece of cloth around her head. Covering her eyes. You knew you could never meet them again. Those eyes that wouldn't understand. You yearned for her to see, but knew she wouldn't. Yearned for her to understand that it wasn't betrayal. Eventually she would understand. Understand that she had been fighting a lost battle.

Only you could save her. Preserve the innocence. Forever.

You were kneeling on the floor, limb body craddled in your arms. Warm blood ran down your hands where the wire had dug into your palms. Cold sweat dotted your skin. A smile touched your lips. Lonely tears tainted your cheeks. The wire fell to the floor. A metallic rustle. Alarming noise before it finally found a place of rest. You rocked slowly back and forth. Chin resting on her golden hair. Then silence.

Rocking back and forth. Forever.

The warmth slowly disappeared from that child. That child which didn't dance anymore. Rats came to nibble on her toes. You shooed them away, but they returned. Eyes always watching from the shadows. You rocked back and forth. That child didn't twirl anymore. Her fingertips first blue, then brown and green as decay conquered her. Seized her pale skin one penny-sized dot at a time. That child didn't laugh anymore. Didn't sing anymore. Her lips blue and cracked. Cold against your touch. That child didn't jump anymore. Her limbs stiff and unmoving. That child didn't play anymore. And she never would.

Silence. Forever.

There you sit with her. Rocking back and forth. Sitting in a half-circle of dust. Dust left by a white dress that rotted away long ago. Your strength slowly fading. In the end you don't even have the power to flick away the rats. Slowly they emerge from the shadows. Descend upon you and the child. Weak. So weak. Even too weak to scream, as the blindfold finally falls away to reveal eyesockets alive with maggots. Maggots which ate your stars. The small lips mock you with that smile. Frozen in place till also they decay. Forever and ever you sit, as even Death refuses to touch you. As even the last relief is you denied.

Locked in place. Lost in space. Forever.

edited 31st May '10 5:52:57 AM by Tachi

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?
MissNayoung I'm coming for you. from Hiding under your bed. Since: Apr, 2010
I'm coming for you.
#63: May 31st 2010 at 10:28:52 AM

Long ago there was a beautiful and gentle princess who lived in a great kingdom. Growing bored with palace life she decided to leave the palace and visit the cities and towns that lay outside the castle walls.

While out walking around a town very far from her home at the palace she met a handsome young warrior. The warrior was a very tall and powerful man but he possesed a kind and gentle heart and a pure soul.

Soon afterward the princess and the warrior fell in love with one another and after some time they had gotten married. The happiest day for the warrior came when his beautiful princess gave birth to two very beautiful daughters.

For a time the family was happy but this was not to last very long. The warrior grew very ill and weak but he recovered. Life went on for the happy family but for the warrior his health had gotten worse but he would not let that deter him or his family.

Another happy day came when the warrior and princess learned that they would have another child. Sadly, this happiness was fleeting as the warriors health had deteriorated so much that his heart had gotten weak. The physicians were able to fix it but the mighty warrior passed on just 2 days later.

Even though he was gone the princess could still feel her beloved's spirit watching over and protecting their loving family. She knew it would get better.

edited 31st May '10 9:36:48 PM by MissNayoung

My true face is hidden but i only show it to those i trust dearly.
Tofu gtfo Steve from Minecraft Since: Jan, 2001
gtfo Steve
#64: May 31st 2010 at 3:58:20 PM

@Honey: Thanks!

@Tachi: ...You need to write here more often. That was truly chilling- a masterwork.

@Missy: ...Aww, Missy. (Hugs) That was beautiful.

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SpainSun Laugh it off, everybody from Somewhere Beyond Here Since: Jan, 2010
Laugh it off, everybody
#65: May 31st 2010 at 4:10:37 PM

Short Short Stories (or Ministories) are generally a paragraph or less in length. I hope you enjoy this one.


"Realize and appreciate the worth of one's speech." Those words never meant so much to me as they do now, I sit in this cold, rotting, hell, and I wonder. "Why?" I am of pure mind, body and deed. Still I am condemned, left to rot in a torture cell allegedly of my own making, sitting here on this cold.
Dank.
Bench.

Will I ever see the sun again? Will I be allowed to fly from this iron nest and never return? I have one sole comfort, a single hope, a minuscule ray of light. It is a small book entitled American Law, Defending Oneself in Court.

edited 31st May '10 4:11:39 PM by SpainSun

I spread my wings and I learn how to fly....
Kinkajou I'm Only Sleeping Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Hiding
I'm Only Sleeping
#66: May 31st 2010 at 4:11:17 PM

^^I think I have who those characters based on...


The dying king called his three sons to his bedside. He beckoned to the eldest, Otto. "To thee I give my ring. I entrust to you the kingdom, and may you be a wise ruler." Otto received the ring.

To the second, Alexander, he said, "To you I give my sword. I entrust to you the soldiers, and may you be a valorous general." Alexander took the sword.

To the third, Richard, he mumbled, "To you... I give my shield. I entrust... cough..." And the king passed on, with Richard and his brothers puzzled.

While Otto indeed became a wise ruler and Alexander a valorous general, Richard moped about his rather weak gift. He spent two decades in a dark wood, where voices whispered to him that he could have the king's ring and the king's sword.

He made his move. He attacked the kingdom during a ball, making the guests flee. As he cornered a young prince and a young princess, however, they stood up and fought. He had the upper hand, but as the two clasped their hands, they vanished...

edited 31st May '10 4:13:05 PM by Kinkajou

INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.
MissNayoung I'm coming for you. from Hiding under your bed. Since: Apr, 2010
I'm coming for you.
#67: May 31st 2010 at 9:37:42 PM

Thank you Tofu. I just wrote from the heart and it felt really good.

My true face is hidden but i only show it to those i trust dearly.
Hatter Retrosexual from Anytown, USA Since: Apr, 2010
Retrosexual
#68: May 31st 2010 at 9:40:47 PM

I saw a mudcrab

the other day. What a pest!

I steered clear of it.

Walk the dinosaur.
Meeble likes the cheeses. from the ruins of Granseal Since: Aug, 2009
likes the cheeses.
#69: Jun 1st 2010 at 11:11:25 PM

Reposting the only semi-creative thing I've written here. All of my older stuff is far too Wangsty.

Yandere

Is she an Angel? In the way that she smiles up at me with love and adoration, hastily wiping that splotch of blood that belonged to the last person that "tried to hurt me" off of her cheek with the back of her hand, leaving behind a few streaks of red on her otherwise pristine face?

Is she a Devil? As the blade of her knife pierces my chest once again, overcome by her rage at what she perceived to be affections I had for someone else. Affections that cannot be real, for how could I worship anyone other than my blood-stained goddess kneeling above me, raising her arms in preparation for her final strike.

Angel? Devil? Perhaps neither... perhaps both at once. I know that she is out there, somewhere, going about her normal routine of studying at university, laughing with her friends, taking long solitary walks in the evenings as unafraid as a lioness on the hunt, and perhaps burying bodies in her backyard. She does not know of the longing that stabs at my heart in much the same way that her gleaming kitchen utensils stab at the hearts of others.

Perhaps she is naught but a spirit that haunts my dreams, and those nights when I wake up with my body shivering in sweet terror, but the taste of bitter regret on my tongue... perhaps those are the nights when she has visited me. Or perhaps she feels that our chance has come and passed us by unawares, and so she waits in hope that we will finally meet in another world, another time, another life.

Angel? Devil? Does it really matter? For the distinction grows blurry with the knowledge that I would follow her anywhere... be it Heaven or Hell.

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Alkthash Was? Since: Jan, 2001
Was?
#70: Jun 3rd 2010 at 10:56:01 PM

Once upon a time there was a boy named S'Vulf. That name may seem silly to you, but it was the custom of naming in his clan. All children would have the S' in front of their names to show that they belonged to the Serpent Clan.

His father, S'Kren was also a member of the Serpent Clan. He did all the things required of a from a father. He gave his son a room, gave him clothes and kept him fed. He taught him the ways of the clan as best he could, and if his own skills were lacking S'Kren hired an instructor.

None of this was done out of love, merely a calculated sense of duty. It was well within his rights to ignore the child unless absolutely necessary or to discipline S'Vulf how he saw fit. Usually this took the form of a beating. But S'Kren never called it that. Beatings were inefficient and a waste of effort. They were instead "Self defense lessons".

S'Vulf knew why things were like this. He saw pictures of his mother before she had died. His eyes weren't the same color as either of his parents. It did not take a genius to figure out what that meant. So S'Vulf avoid eye contact and took to wearing sunglasses around his father.

He buried himself in his studies, not out a sense of academic enthusiasm but simply as a means to avoid his father. He learned about fighting, and sneaking, poison use and how to care for the snakes used by his clan. He did fairly well at these, particularly the fighting. But this would never appease his father. S'Vulf was a member of the Serpent Clan, he was expected to be good at those things.

There was one S'Vulf had to make his father happy though. He could play the cello left behind by his mother. When he played it, S'Kren would simply stand in the doorway and smile a bit before going off to his business.

All in all, S'Vulf was confused about life. He had his instructors alternately praising him and scolding him for his performance. A father who disliked him for his relation to his mother, but who would be happy if he acted like her, even in a small way. The only person he was really sure about where he stood was with his snari-snake. He was the warrior and it was the weapon.

S'Vulf had no trouble using his snari-snake. He could make it switch between whip, staff and spear with ease. He learned to use the snake as less a tool and more a partner in fights, switching between forms with ease. But he couldn't think of an appropriate name for the snake. One day he suggested to his father that he name the snake after his mother.

S'Vulf didn't get out of bed for three days afterward.

Crawling out of bed, S'Vulf whispered the command words to bring his snari-snake to him. Leaning against the wall he made his way to his fathers room. S'Vulf shook his head and sighed and went onto the next room, where his mother's belongings were kept.

In the center of the room stood the cello. He whispered the command words and hand his snari-snake shift between staff, whip and spear, but none of them seemed to fit the task at hand. Instead he mumbled off a short spell to dull noise. He messed up the pronunciation because of a swollen lip, but it served his purposes.

Then S'Vulf grabbed the cello and smashed it against the floor. At first only the neck broke and the strings still connected it. He kept on swinging it till it lay scattered in pieces across the floor. Just to be sure he stomped on the piles left over. Walking out of his house S'Vulf felt himself smile for the first time in years. Not planning to go back ever again his whispered to the snari-snake its name.

Cello.

Tofu gtfo Steve from Minecraft Since: Jan, 2001
gtfo Steve
#71: Jul 26th 2010 at 9:28:47 PM

Necroposting because Tofu (muse!Tofu, not IRL!Tofu) wanted to write something depressing. So I wondered what her view of TV Tropes would be like. Kind of like the orphan lookin' in on a nice warm house.

Anyway. Here it is, the next Tofu short: "the warm place"

Staaaaaare.

Wide eyes stare at the monitor. What are you?

It is a new place. It is a place where there are things. She will look at these things.

Many things are here to look at. Things she knows. Lots of them. Everything she knows is here in fact and she enjoys looking at them.

The Things.

The nice Things.

The Things that don't hate her. She likes them, they can't like her back but that's okay because they can't hate her either.

She very much likes the Things.

Inside The Place there is another Place. What are you?

She clicks the new place. There are places inside the new place. This is already confusing and it makes her head hurt.

She goes back to the Things.

The Place Inside The Place didn't keep away for long, she's brave today and now she's looking around.

There are People. People scare her, because they can hate her. The Things can't.

But these People are different. They don't look mean. Maybe they'll be like the Things and they'll like her too.

Okay. Let's look at the People.

—-

It feels like forever ago she met the People.

Well. Didn't meet them. She's watched them but not said anything. Lurked. That's the word.

<Haven> Pff, it's like a rickroll, but you're trapped all day.

She swears she hears it in her mind, this "Haven"'s laughter. It seems bright. Hopeful. Pleasekeeptalkingjustletmelisten

<Fast Eddie> I swear, guys, if you don't pipe down I'll shut this shit down.

Fast Eddie. She pictures a big tall man in her head. He has a beard that tickles and he makes tasty drinks and he's secretly nice. She imagines him to be like a father to everyone. pleaselikemetooijustwanttolisten

<Aondeug> It's not that time yet, is it?

<Epitome> I hope not. I like the fora.

<Kinkajou> We ALL do. Oh hey new episode of Kamen Rider?!

Aon, Epi, and Kin. They're the Three Amigos, she thinks: they always appear at the same time. Aon's very nice, no matter how much she tries to hide it, but at the same time, she's very frightened that Aon won't like her so she doesn't say anything. Epi is also nice, and really smart, like a sister to everyone- but she doesn't want her to hate her either so she says nothing. Kin is very funny and smart and she relates to everything he says but he might hate her if she talks to him so she says nothing.

<Buttercup> Now, now, children, play nice. Leave your poor father alone. XD

For some reason (maybe it's the name) Tofu always sees Buttercup as a pretty yellow flower in a pot. The image is very silly, but Buttercup is nice and warm and friendly so it doesn't matter. Part of her wants a hug now. iwantahugbuttercupcanihaveoneipromisei'llbegoodenoughtodeserveit

<Krracknut> My rifle jammed at the range and the bullet's not coming out.

<Krracknut> I blame the fifth whiskey sour.

<Tuefel> Isn't drinking usually my gag?

<Krracknut> I change my mind, I plead insanity.

Krracknut and Tuefel were like the big brothers of The Place's family. They Knew things and they told things and they comforted you when you were upset. She liked them a lot too. She liked all of them. But she didn't talk to them because then they would hate her.

<Noimporta> DAD TELL PONYFACE IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY WITH THE DEATH RAY

<Ponicalica> NO U

<Ozbourne> Don't make me turn you into statues too.

<Zudak> OR WORSE.

<Rumetzen> Bored again Oz?

<Tzetze> @Noimporta I CALLED IT!

<Charlatan> WHY IS MY PRINTER NOT WORKING

<Black Dove> @Charl: Marisa kicked it, didn't she.

<Aondeug> I DID NOT ALICE IT WAS PATCHOULI!

<Keybreak> Why is it every time I leave you people you all lose your minds?

Staaaaare. Names fly by. She knows them and their stories by heart. Because even if they don't know her she knows them all and they're her imaginary family because even people who are hated need some place to hide when they get sad.

She imagines when she cries, Buttercup is there with a blanket and a hug, Haven's there with a joke to make her laugh, Kin's there to Rider Kick whatever's making her sad and if she closes her eyes long enough, she swears she hears their voices.

She keeps watching, imagining herself looking through a window into a warm house with soft light and all of the happy People and she wants so very badly to go in but the door is locked and they wouldn't like her anyway so she sits instead.

Watching them. Pleaseletmeiniwanttobelovedtoo

<Fast Eddie> Y'know, miss, lurking is creepy. Come in here and introduce yourself.

Huh? Was... oh no! She'd forgotten to go invisible! They all saw her! She'dappearedohnotheywouldhateherforsure—

Pause. Wait. Maybe...

<Haven> Yeah, c'mon, introduce yourself! We don't bite, you know!

<Ozbourne> I nibble.

<Aondeug> I bite but in a friendly way.

<Ponicalica> I'll introduce myself after SOMEONE renounces the death ray.

<Noimporta> MINE!

<Buttercup> Don't worry, they're not gonna hurt you, just come say hi.

<Black Dove> We're about as harmless as a Gensokyo bus.

<Charlatan> We don't exist? Well shit then.

<Zudak> Are you gonna come in?

Just one little accident, that's all it was, please don't hate her she won't do it again—

so many hands outstretched to me

And she realized: it was okay. The People weren't going to hate her. They didn't hate her for listening. They opened the door. They were letting her in.

<Tofu> ...Hi. I'm Tofu!

<Kinkajou> Was that so hard? Welcome to TV Tropes, Tofu!

<Rumetzen> Yeah. Hope you have a good time here.

<Tuefel> If you need anything, just ask!

i am home

Finis.

Tofo

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Scholastica Since: Jan, 2010
#72: Jul 26th 2010 at 9:31:42 PM

I am uncertain whether to do "D'aawww" of go "lololol."

Bravo, Tofu.

Kinkajou I'm Only Sleeping Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Hiding
I'm Only Sleeping
#73: Jul 26th 2010 at 9:32:51 PM

I'd go d'aww.

Before I'd just find it heartwarming. Now I find it doubly so.

INT is knowing a tomato is a fruit. WIS is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad. CHA is convincing people that it does.
krrackknut Not here, look elsewhere from The empty Aether. Since: Jan, 2001
Not here, look elsewhere
#74: Jul 26th 2010 at 9:35:27 PM

Here's another "D'awwwwwwww" from me too. Rather...magical.

One thing I must complain about, though:

My rifle jammed at the range and the bullet's not coming out.
I have never said that. Ever. tongue

edited 26th Jul '10 9:35:59 PM by krrackknut

An useless name, a forsaken connection.
Buttercupistiny Battle Scowler from next to ponicalica Since: Nov, 2011
Battle Scowler
#75: Jul 26th 2010 at 9:40:29 PM

to reiterate what I said while reading this, muse!Tofu can have as damn many hugs as she wants. YOU'RE MAKING ME D'AWW AND WANT TO CRY T_T

‎"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."

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