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“What have you done Edmond?” I demanded him after I rushed over to my mother’s cold and lifeless body, my mind told me she was dead, but my heart did not wish it to be true. I looked back down to my mother, ignoring the man who stood above me like the lingering shadow of death, as I griped my mother’s shoulders with all that I had and began to shake her. “Mother no!” I cried. “Mother please, speak to me!” Tears clouded my vision, threatening to fall, a moment passed, then another and my beloved mother showed no signs of life. My hands continued to clutch her shoulders as I sobbed, first my fat

by DevonTomatoCat (https://www.deviantart.com/devontomatocat)   Everything always started with darkness. It was always such a humble embrace, that wrapped the unborn senses like a mother’s arms. There was nothing, in the black. Maybe in a way, it was so much easier to ignore the light when there were no eyes to see. Being bodiless might not be such a bad thing. There was no pain.   It would have been grand, thought Ketz’ brain, as his head pounded. What may have been a hammer just tried to crack his skull. He sat up, feeling the throb. No, that was no hammer. He laid back down as gently as gravity would let him, but his head still hit the pillow like a bowling ball. Eve

    Lester at next to miss Thia at the table, watching her angrily crunch through her second dinner in the span of a couple hours. He wasn't that hungry, because he'd eaten too at the place they'd seen the tiger striped guy who was bound to her. It was obvious to Lester that Ketz was miss Thia's soul mate because he could see the silver threads connecting them. What he couldn't understand is why they were mad at each other. Ketz had painted a beautiful portrait of miss Thia, but she wasn't happy about it for some reason, and he, Ketz was angry that miss Thia wanted to protect him. Were adults crazy? Or was it just the complications of Losa an

by DevonTomatoCat (https://www.deviantart.com/devontomatocat)   Life was still unfair. It always had that bitter taste to it. "-pear…" Ketz sighed hard into his hand. Just like that the hallucination was over, the strange girl was gone. The man dragged his palm across his face and walked out, before the server could pry his nose in any further. The Wayside Café was never his scene anyway, it was too… hipster-social, too mainstream.   There was a mile-long difference between a walk of shame and a plain old stroll back to a cozy booth and a cup of coffee with a friend. There was. There had to be. Today though, the contrast eluded his brain. Life was cruel, and nothi

    "And even though Ketz is popular with the ladies, he doesn't have a-", Jiraloke continued, blue eyes full of glee, white hair drifting into his face.    A quietly approaching figure caught Thia's attention, tugging her heart. "Thanks Jiraloke. That's enough..." she interrupted, slipping from the booth in a daze. Ketz! Is it really him? Her soul screamed with the need to be closer to him.    The tall tiger striped Nekonikai stepped closer, and Thia's pulse sped up. It really was him! Amber eyes stared into her, and he just stood there. Waiting. She took another step closer, no longer aware of anything or anyone but him.    Heart in h

by DevonTomatoCat (https://www.deviantart.com/devontomatocat)  There was no darkness in the echoes beyond time. There was no light. Sounds and shapes did not exist. Everything that had form was loose as cotton, forming into shapes in smoke only. Dreams had no boundary, not even in the mind.   Stone and black walls faded out with the light. It took a second, as oblivion surrounded the outline of an essence, waiting, silent. There were no boundaries this time, nor tethers. Nothing was defined, as the bodiless echo of Ketz Ravanul floated weightlessly in-between the seconds. Slowly a glimmer found its way to him. This one was different.  It always started with a rush, as the maelstr

    Lester scrunched up his face at his magic mentor. Lady Marian was a nice Wolfkin healer, but she was weird. Why would she make him try and touch Thia's thoughts? It's not like thought scrying was possible for him right?    Marian's warm brown eyes stared through him. "Lester Snowhart, this is important. You and Thia are you connected in more ways than even Seth realizes. Reach for Thia's mind and tell me what happens. ok?"    Lester sighed and nodded. Closing his silver eyes, long tail swishing in concentration, he summoned a small thread of magic and sent it questing for Thia. She was at Lorelei's Music for her music lesson. Surely h

My dear reader, hello to you, you and whoever else it is that is with you. You are probably wondering who I am. Well if you were not you certainly would not have picked up this book and began reading it now would you? Though I suppose I cannot blame you, for if I was you I would probably do the very same as you are now as you stand in your local book store looking for something to read, something that will undoubtedly catch your eye no matter what the story may be. But this is no story that you are reading, this is my life. My very life is in your hands right now. You may laugh about it, maybe even think of it as a joke, but to me this i

Sounds of children of various ages could be heard running and playing in fields that had turned a golden brown being blown gently in the soft late summer wind as Christopher August watched solemnly with a smile on his face as his honey-golden brown eyes kept track of the four children as he pushed his light brown hair from his face as he continued to watch the kids. His elbows propped up on his jean covered knees. A silver cross dangling from his neck that shone brightly from the summer sun. “They look like they’re having fun.” He glanced to his side to see a rather small young woman was Raisa Kelila, with white skin tha

The water came pouring down like rain, leaving Kathrine Dumont with a Zen-like feeling as mist from the shower fogged the glass door. It was something that had always made her feel at peace when worried over too many trivial things that piled up at once. And she indeed had something to worry about. Her lashes coated in water droplets as she opened her blue eyes to stare up at the shower nozzle that released the water. What would happen when she went today? Would anything be different? Would anything be the same? What kind of people would be there? What would they be like? How would they look at her? She placed her hand along her chest wher