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Kangaroo CourtThe last thing Simone Frost expected to see when she stepped into the courtroom was two familiar faces, each at an opposing bench. Sure, she had known from the beginning that her up-and-coming adoptive daughter would be leering from the prosecuting side, struggling to keep her perpetual grin in the state of a more professional smirk. What she didn't Expect to see was the short man in a fedora and an eyepatch currently attempting to take a nap in court. The woman smirked. If she played this right, jury duty would never be more interesting.
Simone took her seat. As a member of a doubtless illegal mob and an organizer of crime, she naturally had several aliases to her name. She wasn't under the impression that they had actually been worked into the legal system, however, and when the summons arrived for one Regina Dearth, she was unpleasantly surprised. Now, however, with a certain rival of hers on trial, things couldn't have worked out better. The man in questi
Earth: A Skylanders Fanfic: 5The child froze in shock. Its scream died on contact with the ghoul's clammy hand. Ghost Roaster's long, white fingers dug into the light brown of the child's skin, deceptively tightly for such a bony grasp. The Skylander snickered, grinning insanely. He dragged the young human into the clearing.
"Don't bring it over here!" Hex snapped irritably. Her blank eyes glared distastefully at the short native of this foreign planet. It was female, with long brown hair and eyes of the same hue. She seemed to have gotten over her initial shock, and was now struggling furiously in Ghost's iron grip. The undead rolled his big yellow eyes at the sorceress.
"Well, what do you want me to do with it?" he rasped, sounding annoyed.
"I don't care!" Hex answered loudly. "Just get it away from here!" Without any further ado, Ghost Roaster unceremoniously dumped the child in the long grass. She ran away without looking back.
"Oh my God..." the Portal Master in front of the elves breathed. "You two a
99. Solitude99. Solitude
The first think Snowman saw when she woke was white. She blinked repeatedly, as if there was a thick film over her eyes. Slowly, shapes began to take form around her, gradually gaining color and complexity until she was strewn on the floor of a wide, empty throne room.
The Dersite blinked again. This couldn't be right. She hadn't set foot on her home planet in centuries. Had it all been a dream? She did think it could have been, but stranger things had happened before. Thus was the life of a woman created in a giant glass tube and planted in a dark kingdom to rule.
Snowman got to her feet slowly, taking a quick inventory of the room. It was quiet, far too quiet for her throne room. The lower agents always had some petty problem or another that begged her attention. And, where were her guards? It wasn't like them to abandon their post, especially when their queen had been just moments before flopped on the soft red carpet like a rag doll.
The monarch appro
3. Light3. Light
The girl spiraled down in a slow drift, surroundings a blur. She was vaguely aware of her skin, the darkness, they grey-ness of it; how nothing seemed to get through the think layers of thorny tendril that cloaked her. No sounds, no smells, no sensations– even the brilliant sunlight didn't seem to get through.
Something was clouding her mind, and the girl struggled to get control of her own thoughts. It was like she was trapped in the bottom of a deep pool, chained to the floor with no hope for escape. She was trapped, no way to get out, wanting to scream but nothing but a strange gurgling that possibly could be taken for a strange, arcane language language passed her lips.
Clouds—were those clouds swirling up above her head? The girl couldn't tell through the writhing mass of shadows ensconcing her. Was that the ground below? Was that— no, it couldn't be. It wasn't safe for him here! Not when she just barely had control of her own limbs! "Ploth mrrgup degh'gly!" She scr
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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