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I was in my high school's music room playing my violin when I heard the door behind me open.I stopped playing and turned around to see who it was. "Oh,it's just you Matthias." I said as I put my violin away.He gave me his signature grin and approached me. "You didn't have to put your violin away you know." He said.I turned around to look at him,my face was hiding emotions as usual. "I was done playing.What are you doing here anyways?" I asked.Things were silent for a moment,then Matthias smirked. "Hey Lukas,do me a favor and go on a date with me." He said/asked without hesitation.I stared at him for a few seconds before hitting the top of his

… It was the unwelcome, constant ringing of a phone that woke him from his nightmare. In the dream, it had sounded like the toll of a dirge, bringing his feet closer and closer to the grave with every ring of the bell. But when he woke with a jolt, and his heart stopped racing enough to gather his thoughts, he quickly realized it had merely been a dream, a night terror. He also realized that the dirge had not been that at all, just his cell phone ringing its annoying, incessant sound. As he was lying on his stomach, he simply extended his hand to grab the phone and brought it to his ear and mouth, pressing the ‘talk’ button a

            "I mean, sure, I set a few peoples' hair on fire; and I'll admit, that dance move was a little obscene, but was that any reason to kick me out?"            He would need a gun.            "But, at least the old lady thought it was funny! Ah, after I gave her back her teeth, that is."            A shovel, too. And a place to hide the body.            "And man was I sore in the morning! I don't know what they're putting in those kids' food, but those orphans sure could pack a punch."            But he couldn't do it here.. there were too many witnesses.            "And that my friend, is why you should never go to the op

  Finland's violet eyes open up to the warmth of a blanket covering his entire body, minus the head and, a room that was different, but not new to him. Sitting himself up, he noticed he wasn't wearing his normal light-blue uniform but rather an oversized white shirt. His light blond hair was very messy and void of the usual white beret he wore.   Looking over to the side, he spied his uniform sitting off to the side, folded neatly with the beret sitting on the top. He threw his legs off the side of the bed he was in, letting them dangle off the sides a bit.   Slowly, he slid off the side of the white cotton covers. But the se

        "We're almost there! My house is just up ahead." Blake said to me with a smile. I nodded while trying to ignore the feeling that I was being watched. I looked all around, but didn't see anyone looking at me. I looked around once more. That time I spotted him. There was a boy with bright orange hair and green eyes starring at me, completely unfazed by the fact I had spotted him. He had square rimmed glasses and expensive looking headphones on. Who is he? Why is he starring at me? He looks vaguely familiar, but I just can't seem to remember where I'd seen him before.     

"I'll Find You Again" Chapter 8: Scattered Sky +-VIII-+ "Is everything alright, Miharu-kun?" Sora peeked past the smaller brunet's door. A part of him was worried that maybe somehow this was his fault. In a way, he didn't want to be frowned upon… "Oh," the shorter snapped the phone shut. After a few minutes of arranging something with the writer, he had wound up staring at the blank screen, thinking. Why was he so sure that Sora was the missing person? Why couldn't he just remember? "Everything's fine. Don't worry." "…If you're sure. You grandmother should be back soon with your medicine…" he looked a bit relieved, and was

EnGarde Chapter 11 --------------- Alec drove grimly, his hands fists on the steering wheel and his heart hammering in his chest. He reached forward and turned on the radio, adjusting the dial until he found the station broadcasting the tournament. “My, my! That was a spectacular bout!” A female radio host exclaimed. “Caleb Muran was pretty amazing tonight, beating his opponent with only one functional leg!” “Yes quite amazing but the prodigy didn’t have a chance to celebrate before falling unconscious. The people nearby claimed he was determined to go someplace.” The second host, a man, reported

One thing that was law in Wonderland was once you were born a Role-holder; your place was among other Role-holders. It was something people envied; but as a child, young Role-holders envied the faceless – the ones who had parents there to take care of them until they were old enough to be on their own. They also grew up in their own community among others just like them. Boris, as a young child, had been left with The Duchess1 – being so little at the time, she may as well have been faceless; he couldn't remember her name or any of her looks, only her role. When she had been offed by Blood, her son had taken the young Cheshire Cat in. It wa