DarknessDarkness, sweet darkness devouring the light,Darkness by Love-the-peace
Shakes me and breaks me, destroying my might,
I am so lost and I feel so blind,
Taken through the darkness I'm loosing my mind.
The Storm'ey, everybody. 'ere's an Annie/Vaati one-shot I came up with a while ago. Lol a lot of people liked this pairing before! Okay, here it is.The Storm by gamewizard-2008
Lightning erupted in the sky, and thunder boomed in the heavens. The night sky was pitch-black from the storm, though it didn't seem to be raining. Annie Wilconson fearfully lied in her bed, struggling to get to sleep because of the storm. Storms had always made her afraid, because her house might be struck by lightning, or a tornado might come and blow her house away. Not to mention the power was currently out in the house, because of the storm.
But the storm itself wasn't the only thing keeping Annie awake. The idea of tornadoes also reminded her… of him. The wind sorcerer boy who had recently delivered her a cake for her birthday. The one who recently betrayed her several times after she's given him her trust. But despite these awful things, she still couldn't get her mind off him. He betrayed her friends several times for evil, bu
ReunitedReunitedReunited by ellymango
Reunion parties were supposed to be fun, nostalgic affairs, where old friends from a certain club or school met up and discussed their families, or their jobs, or other things that happened since they last saw the person they were talking to.
But this wasn’t like that. The people invited weren’t former classmates, or colleagues. It wasn’t school days, a merry holiday or work that bound them. None of them wanted to recall the event which bought them together.
Ayşe straightened the hem of her violet skirt. Dressed from head to foot in deep purple, she felt decidedly odd among the crowd, who were all dressed in black. Not that it mattered much to her; where she came from, violet was the colour of mourning and not black.
She recognised nobody, with the exception of those she was travelling with at the time of course. She only encountered one person after it the impact; a young man who had sat only a few rows in front, pinned at the waist beneath a row of sea
Theme 61: DanceTheme 61: DanceTheme 61: Dance by ellymango
To me, there was no purpose in royal balls other than an excuse to dress up and dance with some aristocrat. I never saw what all the fuss was about. Every time an invite fluttered through the door, and they often did quite frequently, every girl other than me fell into a state of chaos.
It didn’t help that the dress code was always strict for ladies; for example, sometimes you must dress in the colour of you country’s national flower. For me, that means something in Cornflower blue- luckily my favourite colour. I always wear Cornflower petals, as well, especially in my hair, as I was tonight.
Before a ball, each girl was always assigned a special room for her to dress and be preened before she went out. It was a laborious business, sometimes lasting for hours. I always felt lucky I was often done in less than one hour. Apparently, my hair is very easy to work with, and I can’t wear much make-up or else it irritates my skin.
I was first into the ornate
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