The fire raged, searching for food like some voracious beast bourne of hatred and anger. It consumed everything it touched, swallowing it whole, leaving nothing but a trail of smoldering embers in its wake. A small smile touched her lips as she basked in the chaos and destruction she had caused. For years she had longed to burn, ached to reduce the world to grey and beautyless ashes. Now, as she watched the fire of her rage burn endlessly, she finally won the ageless battle of… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on May 13, 2010 at 5:40pm —
What started as a flickering star in the night sky grew with brightness and fierceness until it lit her face and sparkled in her eyes. She stared at it in awe; the light held more mystery, more life, more beauty than anything she had seen in her short fourteen years of existence.
It was unearthly.
While the light was bright, she found she could stare into it without having to squint or… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on May 9, 2010 at 8:03pm —
The grief had a way of getting a hold of you, of seeping into your mind and gripping your soul. Alex clutched the photo in his hands, a cold sweat breaking on his brow. He had felt her presence on more than one occassion--the brush of cool air on a still day, almost like fingers caressing his neck, flickers of shadows in the mirrors, the undeniable feeling that he was not alone--but had dismissed it as guilty paranoia. Now he was trapped inside… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on January 21, 2010 at 8:46pm —
A grotesque, saneless grin stretched across her face as she stared down at the blood on her hands. It didn't matter; she would deal with the mess later. She stood over his beaten and bloodless body and waited for the voice to soothe her fried nerves, to applaud her for a job well done, to whisper to her what came next. The silence remained unbroken, spinning out forever and endless. For the first time since he brought his fist barreling down upon her, his eyes burning with a crazy, drunken… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on January 4, 2010 at 4:04pm —
It pained him to send his beautiful queen into battle, but she was brave and--despite appearances--his strongest, most agile warrior. She was in the perfect position to take the bravely mounted knight from the side and endanger the king; he was unguarded and unaware of the impending attack. He studied the battlefield with vigor; it was imperative no warrior could capture her or defend their ruler, otherwise his plan would fall through, leaving him at a severe disadvantage. It was risky, but if… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on August 10, 2009 at 2:30pm —
She stood before him, holding his wrist to her nose and drinking in the delicious scent of the blood coursing through his veins.
"Are you sure this is what you want," she asked, eyes black as coal and smoldering with hunger.
"Yes," he hastily agreed, "make me a vampire."
Nodding, the beautiful vampiress unhinged her jaw, teeth sharpening into fangs and with one final glance at his frightened eyes, she sank her… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on August 3, 2009 at 7:11pm —
I shed a single tear today.
Has all my joy been washed away?
Like a flower whithered to dust,
my soul turns to rust.
I begin to evanescence.
I've failed to grasp life's fatal lessons.
I ponder the freedom of death
and wonder when I'll be put to rest.
Added by Ariana Haney on July 28, 2009 at 3:39pm —
A cold trickle of sweat ran down the back of his neck and the hairs on his arms stood on end. The familiar tingle worked its way throughout his body, starting at his fingertips and snaking through his veins until it siezed his heart. He found it hard to believe that something that had felt so exciting and wonderful proved to be something far more disturbing than he could imagine. He itched to touch the pen to his journal and the only thing that stopped him from doing so was the fear that… Continue
Added by Ariana Haney on July 23, 2009 at 11:58pm —
"I want my son back," the tired voice on the other end of the line demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Cynthia replied coolly.
"I looked you up and I know all about your dead son. It's tragic, but that was over fifteen years ago. Please, give me my son back."
Cynthia hung up the phone and went back to staring out the window at her little Billy who was swinging on the swing set as if not a day had passed since he ran away.
Added by Ariana Haney on July 23, 2009 at 1:32pm —