The bloody masquerade ball
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Ongoing6m
Last published Mon, Jul 31, 2017
Black as the night was his gown, with eyes fierce and mesmerizing, his blade glistened like the moon in the torch light, red drops like dark rubies dropped onto the wood floor from it's cold blade, as he smiles with insanity, for none can escape the masquerade if they are already dead.
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Where It Started
The lights were dancing as the club music plays. I turned around but I keep seeing the same crowd of people dancing to the music as the beat drops. I felt suffocated as I try to claw my out of the mob. I feel like I'm going to pass out-No, I am going to pass out. The ground was wobbling, my head was pounding and dark spots started to cover my vision. The last thing I saw was a man staring straight at me, standing in the middle of the crazy pack. He somehow looks familiar. Wearing a black three piece suit, his dark brooding eyes were staring straight at me. "Save me." He whispered before darkness completely consumed my vision...Complete
Skin and Bones (boyxboy) ✓
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Demons Love
I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."Complete
Reaping The Red Heir
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Demented
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They Call Me Death (A Pjo, HoO, & Solangelo Fanfiction) ✅
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Unhinged - COMPLETE
"I used my hand and hit the handle of the blade hard enough to make the weapon enter his chest. I dug the switchblade inside of his chest deeper, looking into the eyes of this insane psycho. His eyes went blank and then finally his body laid limp, the breathing in his chest coming to a halt. Blood began running from beneath his body..."Complete
The lights were dancing as the club music plays. I turned around but I keep seeing the same crowd of people dancing to the music as the beat drops. I felt suffocated as I try to claw my out of the mob. I feel like I'm going to pass out-No, I am going to pass out. The ground was wobbling, my head was pounding and dark spots started to cover my vision. The last thing I saw was a man staring straight at me, standing in the middle of the crazy pack. He somehow looks familiar. Wearing a black three piece suit, his dark brooding eyes were staring straight at me. "Save me." He whispered before darkness completely consumed my vision...
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