Hunnysucklewilla

In the darkness of his mind he laughed, though he couldn’t remember why. He didn’t remember how long he’d been wandering these desolate streets and alleyways but somehow it had felt like an eternity. He ran a hand along the bricks of a rundown building as he staggered along his way. He looked from side to side catching glimpses of people and he laughed again. Usually they shied away from him but ever-so-often a few daring individuals stopped to ask his name thinking he needed help. What was his name again? Soul. That’s right. He broke into hysterical giggles. What a stupid name he had. Did he even have one of those? A

Echo released a long, drawn-out sigh and tucked a stray piece of her dark red hair behind her ear. She was currently laying upside-down on the bed of her guest suite tiredly reading a book. Ha, "guest suite"! She scoffed to herself at the completely ironic phrase. "More like 'Captive Suite' or 'Kidnapped Suite' or…" She sarcastically proceeded to think of alternative names for the room she had been residing in for the past couple of months. "… Oh, oh, 'Room of Abduction'!" She continued, moving her hands apart in the air for dramatic effect as if picturing a sign labeling her room as such. There really wasn't anything wrong wi

"Ugh… I just feel… terrible" Robina said meekly into the phone, letting out a very convincing cough. "Yes… I'm sure I'll be up and running tomorrow… I'll rest as much as possible. Thank you." She smirked and clicked the phone off. That takes care of that! She exclaimed to herself. Today was going to be a great day now that she had called in sick to work. Miruki and Robina looked at each other and smiled as the girl playing hooky set the phone down. "Are you ready to go find the perfect dress?!" The one girl excitedly asked the bride-to-be. "You know it," Exclaimed Miruki, her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing

Future Moments He adjusted a trap for the fifth time; everything happening like it should, just like the last four times. That is, until he turned around to ensure nothing went wrong and saw that everything in the room had changed. His relatives had multiplied to fill the room and became faceless puppets, moaning and grasping at him. All the traps around the perimeter of the area were all twisting and grinding and snapping ferociously, moving of their own free will. He was soon surrounded by the soulless beings and animated metal teeth; closing in on him, smothering him. He frantically tried to push them away, to free himself from their ripp

Past Memories Images of sharp metal teeth and blood flash in a twisted symphony of pain. Familiar, disappointed, and angry faces cloud around him and he feels as if he's suffocating. The violent sounds of yelling drown out his thoughts. He is surrounded by horrific scenes of blood and cruel eyes. He struggles to think of a way to survive; not just for him, but for all involved. No matter how much they torture and belittle him he cannot bring himself to see a future where they don't get out alive and together. As each stab of pain and each drop of red liquid rolling across his skin; time lurches backward, making him feel seasick with every re

I run my fingers over the smooth wood of its surface; pinging slightly on the strings as my hand runs along the length of my guitar. This instrument says everything I cannot; when I play it feels like my soul is singing all of my emotions. Sure, I sign and I write; I get my point across when I need to, but I've always doubted myself too much to communicate more than what is necessary. Though sometimes, I find that quite strange. I have so much to say, so much feeling, so many emotions, and so many words; yet I can't seem to bring myself to show anyone. I have notebooks upon notebooks filled with my thoughts and songs, all of my words scribble

Alphonse needed to get her out of this house; but just how was he going to do that. She usually caught on to his plans before he really had a chance to start them. Damn Estelle for being so quick, why can't you be oblivious to my schemes like everyone else, he thought grumpily. He proceeded to sneak behind the couch where she was sitting, fully engrossed in a book; and with one quick, fluid motion he grabbed it out of her hands. "Hey!" she glared at him. "Come out with me, you deserve a night of fun," he looked coyly at her, smiling mischievously. "I was having fun," she said sourly, "until you rudely interrupted me." Her face slowly trans

After weeks of traveling through cliffs and dense underbrush, a young man called Soren broke through the tree line of the forest and into a vast clearing of grassy plains. The night sky opened up before him and the stars seemed as numerous as the blades of grass in the field outstretching the valley. He felt the warmer air of the Southern Land push against his cool, pale skin and nearly felt suffocated in his new surroundings; but he knew he must push on no matter how unpleasant the conditions. Eager for a comfortable night's rest and full stomach, he walked through the thick grasses and dense patches of wildflowers with an unbidden briskness

'Ok, this is it. My plan is going to work this time', Naoko thinks determinedly; carrying a stack of romance movies and two large smoothies to her best friend, Cain's house. 'There's no way he won't confess his feelings for me after watching all these gooey love movies and cuddling up next to me all night. I am a genius!' She just didn't understand why he was so hesitant in the first place. It's true she had a boyfriend when they met, but Takao left her. I mean, sure he only left because he loved her and didn't want to see her hurt but still; he's been gone for so long it's not like he's going to come back for her now. She knocked on his door