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Queen of NightThe loud crack of a gun firing echoed through out the building. The bullet met it's target with deadly accuracy and the raven haired woman fell to her knees staring wide eyed. She reached a hand to her head to feel the blood oozing from her temple before falling to the ground as the world around her began to fade into darkness. “I know you ain't dead.....So listen closely Keira Black.” The assailant cackled manically, “The true Queen of Night wishes to play. My mistress is disappointed, you are supposed to be the stronger form....it's time to reawaken your other half then, revenge is the name of this little game. The bullet is celestial bronze and coated in silver~ isn't the Queen so inventive?~. My mistress will be waiting for your response.” The gunman vanished in a cloud of smoke leaving Keira behind as the building began to collapse in an explosion around her now unconscious form.
The Gallery OCT Round 1 Part 3“This is just a damn waste of time...the stupid thing isn't here.” Keira sighed, “Perfect decoy though....well played cat....” She ran a hand through her raven locks before turning to walk away. Before Keira could make it to an exit, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Crying out she turned around and spotted Lottie with her ankle twisted in an odd angle. The black haired woman growled menacingly at the maid, once she realized her left ankle was most certainly sprained if not broken. “You...are dead.” she snarled.
As soon as Keira made to move Lottie turned on her heels and took off back into the maze, fear clearly written across her face. Taking a deep breath Keira watched as a faint blue light surrounded her ankle and surprisingly her left arm healing the cut easily, however her ankle was still quite sore despite being healed. Ignoring the tenderness, the raven haired woman leaped after the maid before she could
The Gallery OCT Round 1 part 2As Keira continued to wander through the maze it felt as though hours had passed by already and there was yet to be an end in sight. The strong scent of blood lingering in the air prevented her from using her nose to guide her. Coming to what appeared to be yet another dead end she groaned in exasperation and barreled through the wall of statues deciding to make her own pathway. “Damn frikn bird..... useless git....” she grumbled to herself, dusting the flakes of blood off her jacket. “Find an object he says, opponent is on the other side...pfft... Might as well be stumbling around blind at this point...”
Finding her way back onto an actual path, she continued her journey through the sea of statues noting that the statues were all similar in one way or another whether in height or style. She sighed realizing quickly that it would be pure dumb luck at this point to find what she was after. Keira stopped suddenly as she found herself facing what she hoped was the
ReflectionDarkness surrounds you, the ever dim light shines so distantly that all you can do is stare and wonder when or if it'll ever reach you again and bring you back into the warmth. You've been beaten down, bloodied, bruised, and scared. You've been told so many things, yelled at for nothing all just to be pushed and pushed for their amusement, so they can see how long it'll take until you are truly broken.
You ask yourself how much longer? When will it end or when will it no longer matter? You fear that when you do break you won't be able to put the pieces back together. You are so caught up in these thoughts you fail to notice the hand reaching out to you until it caresses your cheek. A warm voice tells you not to be afraid, that all of the pain you feel will heal, that they can help put those pieces back together. The voice softy warns you that when you do put yourself together again the reflection will be changed but only you can decide if that change is good or bad.
You take the hand o
The Gallery OCT Round 1 Part 1A small, shadowy raven like creature flew up to Keira as she stood near the back of the room, muttering curses silently to herself, it's wings flapping rapidly. “Hi~” the bird spoke in a happy tone, it's huge red eyes gleaming with excitement. Keira raised a skeptical brow and studied the creature. “....Who and what ...are you?” she asked in a bored manner. The bird landed on the ground in front of her and bowed, “I'm Ballen and I'm gunna be your guide here at the Gallery. Oh! And I'm here to help you with your challenges. I've been put in charge of you here Keira and ooh what a shiny necklace you have!” Ballen spoke excitedly.
“Oh great a hyper bird is supposed to help me.....greeeeaat...” she groaned and face-palmed. Ballen tilted his head, watching her “Are you okay Miss Keira? Or do you prefer Miss Black? ..oh I can never remember these things...” Ballen hovered by her noticing her eye twitch and could hear her
What's the answer?Loyalty
What is loyalty? What does it mean to be loyal? Does it mean you stand by people no matter what, that you give your all to help and protect who you care about? For me the answer is yes. I can be fiercely loyal when it comes to my family and my friends, I will do whatever it takes to stand by them, help them and protect them. I will be true to you if you are true to me I will give you my all, I won't stray or even think about it and I hope the same would go for you. To me loyalty is trust, if I feel like I can open up and trust you, which is difficult for me, then you know I'll have your back.
You break that trust and I promise you while I can be a loyal and dedicated ally, I can become your most ferocious opponent. I will watch you fall and instead of offering a hand, stepping in to lift you back up, I'll simply shrug and step back because let's face it I hold a grudge."
"That being said as long as you keep that trust, that loyalty in which I give to you, I promise I
#41 Sealed in bloodThe second the trigger was pulled, the millisecond it took for the bullet to pierce it's target was the moment the gun man sealed his fate in blood. The unmistakable bang of a gun going off echoed in the room, time seemed to still in that moment as the blond fell to her knees, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth,she smiled weakly and fell to the ground. “JADE!!!” Keira roared in outrage and grief, her eyes became a dangerous gold as she snarled fiercely.
As time began to move again Keira charged forward, her sword drawn, never had anyone seen her so angry, so feral. Mercilessly she struck down the mercenaries before her swiftly not once did her eyes leave that of the gunman's. Frozen in fear only a few of the men made their escape leaving their comrades to the wrath of Keira Black. Keira made short work of the remaining men, leaving the now shaking gunman for last. She smirked cruelly as she stalked towards him rage burning in her eyes.
#26 FateBlue green eyes stared intensely at the woman before them, watching every move she made, every sway of her body as she danced. Slowly the owner of said warm blue green eyes made his way across the dance floor, wrapping his arms around her lovingly and sang quietly just loud enough for the woman in his arms to hear.
Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Standing in front of me
Every hour has come to this
He chuckled as she blushed under his gaze, her own ruby red eyes shinning. “Rowan.....” She smiled. Rowan shook his head and continued to dance with her, swaying with the music in the background. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his found their way onto her waist as they let the music take them to another place. The crowd faded into the back of their minds as the danced, leaving the two wrapped in their own world.
I have died everyday
Waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved
#73 AlibiNews papers, the internet and news stations were all a buzz once word spread that the famed Heart Diamond was stolen. The thief or thieves reportedly slipped in during the showing and none were the wiser, the criminals precision was being referred to as genius and expert. Keira Black sat at the table drinking a cup of freshly made warm tea, smirking as she read the morning paper. Just as she set down the paper her eldest daughter Samantha “Sam” slowly made her way into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.
“Good morning to you too Sam.” teased Keira. Sam scowled and made herself a cup of coffee, reveling in it's warmth. “Have fun last night pup?” Keira asked knowingly. Sam smirked very similarly to her mother and leaned against the counter. “You could have been seen Sam! I mean really running straight into the crowd like that once you finished the job.....” Sam rolled her eyes and took a greedy sip of her hot beverage. “I
DollBarbie’s thighs were not meant to touch;
her hair is devoid of split ends
and there's this deadness in her eyes,
impossible to mimic—a quiet crawlspace without light.
There's a pastel pale to her skin,
hairless and unblemished,
a blank un-crevice between her legs
and her rouge-stained lips are ever smiling.
She is nothing like you, child.
But do not forget
that she borrows your voice.
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
The tragedy of the mook and how it died one dayThe fickle sky presses
Against the glass of the windows
And the dry strung up heat of the winter sun
Spilled over the anemic asphalt
Our shadows seared into the bottom of our sneakers
Moving with a sort of blithe nonchalance
Searching for the speckled grey of a familiar horizon
The apathetic footsteps and my clenched hands
Quiver beneath the setting sun’s bloody smear
Across the over populated sky
That was no longer clear
Rather it was the looking glass phenomena
Spread eagled across my retinas
And during those grief stricken days spent
Hanging off your rooftops and skylines
I've contemplated replacing
my heart with another
Liver so I can
Drink more and care less
And I can vow that sleeping is only
For the dead or at least
The heavily medicated and sadly
I can no longer tell the difference between
Jack FrostOh, how lovely it is,
To peer out a window from the cozy warmth of your home
And see the whole outdoors kissed in crystalline brilliance!
As snow and ice decorate the earth
It's still amazing to think that,
With a single giant and chilling breath,
Jack Frost turns an everyday world into a sparkling,
the King and his moon.i.
this is an ode
to the King. We
watched him blow
away like an ocean
of black feathers,
and our Father muttered
that he was
forgiven, always, truly
forgiven. But we
all know that
nothing gold can
stay-- he had to
go. It was written.
that was when the
Queen cut her hair. Again,
we watched it fall to
her chamber floor
in heaps of strung
gold. But we already
knew that it would have
to go. We already
knew that she
would go, for it
was written, and it
was already forgiven.
the Prince grew up
with the memory of
black shoes and hair
littering the halls of
an empty palace. The
Queen was busy, always
busy, and then she was sick--
and then the Prince put on
his black robes for her, even
though he always remembered
her in shaded of red.
on his father's throne,
the boy-king realized that
this was the place
that swallowed up his love,
and it gave way to war.
You know what they
say-- "A heartbrok
Winter's SnowThe snowfall brings joy, fun to children, and allure to the world
Although, many dislike it
It's too bitter, makes them ill,
Or is a bother before they go out and take leave their comfy warm abodes
But it's soft powdery white scenery brings out so much hope to others
The twinkle and sparkle within it
The happiness it will always have and will bring
Snowmen and snow angels everywhere,
Snowballs in the sky,
Icicles on the edges of roofs, wires, and tree branches,
Intricate and fern-like designs dancing upon window panes
People see it as a winter wonderland
Especially when it first falls
The world never knows though
That I bring them this kind blessing, this satisfaction, this wonder
Yeah me, Jack Frost
The one who people say I nip at the nose and toes
Well I'm very grateful for those who do believe in me
And I will keep coming once a year for a few months and grant your wishes.
spun out so far, i can't be true to you.he's still the way i watch the stars
and how i run like no one's watching
he's what i dream of when i'm awake
but maybe i'm done waiting
maybe it's you
maybe it's me this time
and maybe that's enough
he still races through my veins
and no, my heart is not steady when i see him
but i was never one for patience
a year is too long to hold on
and he is conservative
and button downs
he is beautiful
but i am wild
i am dirty feet
and summer evenings
i am mud-caked nails
and cider throats
i am sun soaked
laced with drunken poetry
i am watercolour
he is oil based
he is canvas in london galleries
i am doodles on napkins in mediterranean restuarants
you are cheekbones and dark eyes
coffee stained fingers
smirks and accidental brushes
i don't intend to know anything more
he is confidence
i am uncertainty
i live in the wind and the forests
we both spend too much time in front of mirrors
but whilst he kisses them
i crack them
and all the while he is leather
reality vs. pretendi.
a wooden sword
and an eye-patch
i was a girl who
knew deep inside
had developed feelings
and they were all
selfishly for me.
you tricked me,
you kidnapped me,
all to tell you stories
in which good triumphs
over evil, not really;
was to walk the plank
as you planned to kill
him and feed him to
the ticking crocodile.
happy thoughts and
faerie dust would
allow me to fly,
but i only had the
first and i was doomed;
your wooden sword poked
my back, waiting for me
to take the leap
down (the stairs),
hearing the ticking
(of the oven)
go off - just in time.
surly, mother called us
down for dinner
and at the end of the night,
it was all truly
bedtime stories will
serve as my peter pan,
as my escape from reality.
Not That DifferentA writer sat down beside an artist,
Notebook and pencil in his hands.
The artists’ curiosity lead him,
To stop his sketch and take a glance.
And so the young artist asked the writer,
“Is there any chance that I could look?
Because I need words to paint a picture,
Could I look inside your notebook?
The words you have written on the pages,
Are the inspiration I need.
My hands itch to draw the scenes your mind made,
A poem, or story I plead."
The writer only laughed at the artist,
And then he simply shook his head.
“An Artist was what I used as my muse,”
Was what the old writer then said.
"Today I’ve learned something I won’t forget
I need your work and you need mine.
The threads of our works, they are intertwined
What a pretty thought and clear sign."
They looked and smiled as they swapped their works,
Flipping through pages both called art.
The only difference that separates them,
Are titles that keep them apart.
SilenceYou call me a bitch? You don't know what bitch is....you say I'm grumpy and rude? Keep pushing and I'll show you what I can do. Just because I don't talk and you do, you think I'm ignoring you? I listen and you talk constantly you don't listen you yell. Maybe if you shut your mouth you'll hear what I've been saying. I don't need to speak to fill the silence... I LOVE the quiet...... I think over my words carefully while you just let the words flow out freely without a second thought.
It's laughable you think you scare me.....when I can do so much more than you...when so much more has been done to me. Don't yell, just talk...listen and then I'll respond....keep yelling and pushing then I won't even bother to try and hear you. All the rage and hurt built up is a storm waiting to be let loose.....do I yell and scream and put others down? No you do.... I write, I escape and take a minute to breathe.....But don't even think for a second I forget.....I hold grudges.....and I will get my reve
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