The Broken BreakingWhen I looked into your eyes you broke me.
When you said the words (those dreadful words!) you broke my spirit.
When you cut the symbols and seals into my flesh you broke my body.
And when you scattered my parts away
So I could not heal as one
And hid my pieces so none would find me
For you had not broken my mind.
So I was forced to watch humanity.
Watch as they lived.
As they created.
And as they destroyed.
It was they
Who broke my mind.
I could only watch
Though I itched to move
to do something!
Humanity was a broken record.
It just kept repeating the same damn thing!
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over!
Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again an
Paradoxal TrapIt had been a trap. Beautifully constructed, but a trap all the same. And yet I could not help but admire it, even as it was becoming clearer and clearer that it would be my doom. Yet it had begun as my godsend. I would have laughed if I could.
But I couldn't. But I could.
I had once been a rather dreadful person to be around. I always demanded better, a sort of need to bring order to a world full of so much chaos. And yet even as I rose to power I knew how much I needed that chaos to sustain my throne. With out a villain there can be no hero.
And I played my role well. I was the director and the actor. I was the bane of all that was seen as a threat to my people and the savior of the weak. They believed that it was they who gave me power, yet it was I who held it all along. I pulled their strings and they so willingly followed.
There had been those who painted me the villain, the villain hiding under the mask of a hero. How right they were. Yet how wrong as well. The louder, better we
RunRun! If you're reading this then run. If you're reading or listening or watching or what ever else, take the message if you can and run. If you can't then just leave it and run. Just run and never stop until your legs give out.
If your reading this then you know that their after you. You may not know how or who or why, but that don't matter. What ever it is, whatever they are, they will get you unless you run. Don't take a bus or car or any other vehicle, that just makes you a sitting duck. Run! Don't stop even to read or what ever with this message, read it as you run or it will get you.
I know you're wondering what they are, what it is that follows you. I wondered that myself. They have no name, so for better understanding, or the illusion of it, I have given it a name. I will call them Shadow Stalkers, not very creative but at least gives us the illusion that they have a face. But don't forget. Run.
They can hide in any shad
HeWhoWillMakeSufferBa-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Her heart raced and though she desperately wanted to breath quietly, her breaths shuddered loudly as her body's demand for oxygen overtook that of silence. Emily closed her eyes as she rested against the cold stone of the mausoleum. It was all her fault. But be that as it may she had to survive. Daniel's screams still echoed in her mind.
"Emily! Please! Help! Help me! It's going to get me!" A girl cried out. It was Ally. Ir at least it sounded like her. For all Emily knew it could be just a damned trick. Emily should have known better then to try to summon a spirit in a graveyard.
There was a difference between ghosts and spirits. Ghost were the souls of the dead, or at least an echo left of a dead person. Spirits on the other hand were never human. They fed off the resonate energy of emotions. They lived for that one purpose. But they were also intelligent and not to be underestimated.
And stupid Emily, why, she had opened a small gate and a freaking spirit of
A Foundplace story: Part4-- The Deal
"It does tend to very from person to person." Mael looked at Laura now. "What did you think the tea, my dear?"
Laura was not sure what to say, she hadn't really drank the tea but Mael didn't need to know that. But it sure scared the hell out of her to be asked so unexpectedly after witnessing a good friend die before her eyes. Now she wondered what kind of review she should give the tea she didn't drink. Good or bad? Laura realized she was looking like an idiot just sitting there looking confused as Mael and Ian waited for her review.
"Um, well. Are you asking for my honest opinion or are you just wanting flattery." Laura asked to buy time. Mael laughed.
"There are so few people willing to be so polite yet direct all the same. Tell me honestly what you think of my tea." Ah so he thought she was being clever that was good so far...
"I don't usually drink tea, so I wouldn't really now by comparison whether your tea was any better or worse then others, but I thought that it ha
A Foundplace story: Part3--Tea Time and More
"Oh, you all barley touched your cups, go on and have some. I assure it's perfectly fine tea." Mael noted. Amy made to take a small sip and Ian shook his head quietly. Laura pretended to drink but made sure none touched her lips. It was often unwise to drink or eat anything when the supernatural were involved. There were tons of stories where someone ate or drank something only to be trapped forever in that realm or something just as bad.
Rick and Jordan were now in a forest like place except that there was a very thin path, if you could even call it that. The 'path' was small pieces of land not covered in clear water with unknown depth. Every so often they were forced to jump to the other side of a piece but it was clear that they were running from something....but what it was, none but Mael could answer. And Laura felt timid.
It had quickly become apparent to Laura that Mael did not plan on letting anyone leave here alive. Hell they weren't even going to leave dead. They w
A Foundplace story: Part2-- The Gentleman Host
Laura, soon followed by her friends, found herself in a rather beautiful mansion. Velvet curtains hung heavily around large windows, lush carpets were placed strategically on dark marble floor. You could spend forever just marveling over all the things that made the manor awe-inspiring.
Rick was in the middle of the room, near grand looking stairs fit for a dramatic walk down, looking very lost and confused. Then he saw his friends.
"Did something pull you guys in too?" They shook their heads no.
"We came in to get you." Jordan said. And then added "What is this place?"
Rick didn't know nor did he want to. He wanted out. Rick went to where his friends had entered, a closed door, and opened it to see another room of the house instead of the playground. Eyes widened and a sense of panic was began to grow in their hearts.
Laura, who had not expected the closed portal but felt little surprise that it was, felt nervous. There were plenty of tales be of monsters, fey, and miscellaneous of ot