LOGIN"You can't handle it. If you try too hard to understand me, what you'll unbosom, that is if you're able to uncover anything, will drive you mad. Because my mind is a dark labyrinth, never understood". “Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind”.——Dean Roontz. A dark, lonely, numb soul wanders the face of the Earth in search of peace. Running and hiding from her hunters and her captives. She's trying all she can to feel something, anything, at all as proof that she's living but all to no avail. She's neither human nor werewolf, Satyr nor mermaid, she doesn't seem to have a place to fit in. Her only mission and the goal that drives her very being is how to get rid of the curse she was born with. A curse that seems to spread its wings of death over any one she dares to care about. A curse that doesn't hesitate to suck the happiness out of all beings of close proximity to her. Will her strive to break this curse be fruitful or futile? Will she be able to protect others from getting consumed by this curse that plagues her very existence? Will she thrive over this seemingly unbreakable curse?
View More><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><><“But really, you've got to admit yesterday's unforeseen event was scary; terrifying even!”. Fiorella whisper–yelled as she leaned closer to Leigh's ear.“Fiorella! You're going to make me deaf. And yes we all know about yesterday, we were there, remember?”. Leigh replied annoyedly as she glared at Fiorella who didn't seem to notice the glare as she continued to gush about what had happened the previous day.“It was so surprising to find out that the seal of the gods was broken, totally destroyed. I was stupefied!”. She shouted again, making the group of friends walking together to begin the first activity of the day, sigh frustratedly.Leigh, rather than complaining, had resulted to pinching the bridge of her nose with her fi
She was awoken by the same ear-piercing shrill that haunted her both in reality and unconsciousness. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she took deep gasps of breaths.She remembered the strident tone in her voice and her cries of anguish that had always revealed her endless pain and agony. Because she could hear her broken voice, the only thing she couldn't control, revealing her pains to attract unwanted pity or sympathy like moths drawn to a source of light.Every other thing she could mask but her broken voice was uncontrollable, it was the one thing that could give her away. The pain and unrelenting agony she had gone through all her life, continued to seep through her voice, endlessly. Therefore, she had chosen to sacrifice her right to speech and the last words that had left her mouth were “Mom! Dad! No!!!” from that tragic day.Getting up from the strong, wooden mahogany bed frame supporting an extremely soft bed foam coated in deep blue b
"What?! Never, that, that...thing cannot stay in this camp. We can't possibly allow him to stay. If he insists on staying, then he'll be locked up in the dungeon. There's no way he's going to be a camp member. No way!". Professor Ethan, the hand-to-hand combat/obstacle course teacher shouted.A meeting was being held by the dean alongside the other camp staff regarding the acceptance of the intruder and his conditions and demands. The meeting had been going on for about an hour now as the dean had been trying to convince the staff members but the arguments between the staff didn't wane one bit. The teachers, especially Professor Ethan, were bent and strongly inclined on not giving this intruder a chance to stay at the camp.“Dean Lee, professor Ethan is right. We can't risk letting an intruder, someone we know nothing about, into our camp grounds. Not only are the lives of the students in jeopardy but the entirety of the camp as we know it. If we allow this to happen, we
“There's no one else here but you and I. Are you going to tell me who you are and your purpose for being here or not?”. Dean Lee asked impatiently.They both had been in the dean's office for a while now but the intruder had not shown any sign of wanting to divulge any information whatsoever and he was growing impatient.They had been sitting in silence and the stretching stillness and sedentary act of the intruder was becoming very irksome.She knew she had to say something as soon as possible but she couldn't seem to come to terms with the idea of telling him anything. She was a person very chary and circumspect in her dealings with people. Whether he might be able to help her or not, she couldn't take the chances of leaving hints about her life because like everyone else, he was also a lackey serving under the reign of the powerful. No one could be trusted, that was the harsh truth she had grown to know and live with all her life.The dean sat, lookin





