The Grey

Hello there, this is the first time I've ever shared an original fic of mine :) So if you readers could give me some constructive comments, that would highly appreciated. Nothing too harsh though, I beg you. This chapter is basically an introduction but the story develops; I promise you. Well, enjoy and thanks for being interested enough to click :D

Title: Complications Rating: T Warnings: Language

Summary: Noelle Leonora is the sarcastic non-believer; meaning she doesn't believe in true love. Cassie Welshire is the sweetest girl around. Aaron Miller is the always confused, gorgeous 'it' boy. And Janine is the average delusional girl you'd see everyday. How did these four wind up in a love "square"? Or was there really a "square" in the first place? Read their story to find out. (Click Here To Read)

"High Moon", my new Haxan story, is now up at Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Please, click the banner to read the story. Hope you like it:

Title: Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse - Book I: The Invisible Chains
Author: Eurypon
Format: Novel
Length: Chapter: 10 774 - Total 213 371 (December 16, 2009)
Status: WIP
Rating: NC-17 - M - M/M Slash
Warnings: Violence, incest, rape, non-con, domination may all occur in varying degrees

Chapter 29: Prince Of The Mukthars

Queen Emelasuntha gets a visit form a young man with fascinating information. Rullio of Brenx reaches the capital... but rides around it. Emelasuntha and Sobrathi, together with the men of the Tribe of Mekthona, stake out the royal castle. Baron Damydas leaves for the Northern Marches but manages to loose himself in the crowd. Rullio has another hot encounter. At Lorseth Castle a new page is welcomed by Rahendo. Ffindall Dram receives a useful report. Anaxantis and his group are exploring the Renuvian Plains and finally they set eyes on the enemy. An all to near encounter with a deadly arrow makes Anaxantis think about what would happen in the event of his death. Again Rullio's charms lead to the unavoidable. The plot thickens while two unlikely men meet each other.

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I've completed chapter six of my in-progress novella, "Beau and the Beast". The link will take you to a place where you can see all six chapters though, if you're interested. Or, if you like, I'm posting the rough versions at a page a day in my journal.

I welcome any and all comments, including critical ones.

Title: Beau and the Beast, Chapter Six
Rating: PG-13 for language and frightening imagery
Genre: Um. Surreal fantasy? Coming-of-age YA? Dark Romance?
Summary: Beau has been expelled from the darkness...but something followed him back...
Word Count: 3236

And now...Fear.

www.fictionpress.com/s/2730774/6/Beau_and_the_Beast

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The signups for the next original fiction ficathon will begin on the fifteenth of December, so if anyone would like to join in on the fun... then please check it out the community is of_ficathon so please go check it out. Or the link to the sign up post ishere.

I'm sure that some of you might be wondering "What is ficathon" and it’s basically where people sign up and give a challenge that they would want to be answered. What you'd like to see in a story that someone writes for you what you wouldn't want someone to include in the story. You also include genre and rating and other tidbits of info. There will be a sample posted on the fifteenth at the community.

And then you pick another person's challenge for you to write. At the end there are fun awards and voting and everyone has fun. So its a lovely thing to be a part of. And the fact that its like 3000 words in like more than a month as compared to 50,000 words in 30 days really makes it seem really easy.

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[how a comment to a lonnng post elsewhere, about how to diddle with the words -- becomes something more; sometimes "giving and receiving" can be so basic that it's "species autonomic"; like how the link-link in our indie heads, bridges space and time to other heads, as naturally as breathing; merry christmas, human peoples]

- ROBIN: Holy, word-shit, Batman, the girl carries on.
- BATMAN: So I noticed.
- R: So, to the question buried in the verbal avalanche, like alpine daisies underneath a ton of letter snow -- "How do you create a likeable character?" -- what's your answer?
- B: You don't.
- R: Oh, puzzle me to the extreme, dark knight with armored lim-ou-sine.
- B: Careful. Don't mock the Batman.
- R: Sorry, calm destroyer of evil in the world.

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20091215 10:10 Tue (576 words)

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Title: Tchaikovsky Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 7 Akts
Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Drama, Books, Classical Music.
Summary: "Olivia Benbow is the owner of a bookshop/library on Earlham Street, named "Tchaikovsky Chocolate". Her everyday life implies the art of knowledge and the books that she sells or borrows, of how she sweetens the customers with her handmade chocolate and inquire a hint of love for classical music, together with the playfulness of her pet own Tawny. But at the end of one late autumn day, her usual customers are put into shade by a mysterious man, who spends one hour in her shop without buying anything, but decides in the end to take the most expensive volume collection by Shakespeare. And it does not remain the only day of his strange visit, for he comes tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until Olivia is curious enough to befriend him, and find out more about him."


( Tchaikovsky Chocolate - Akt III - Tea )

Title: The Rebel Stage

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Fantasy/Romance

Summary: A girl's parents die, and she must live with her uncle, who happens to work at Area 51. There she meets Matt Springer, who is an alien.

Author's Notes: Okay, this used to be Area 51; I revised it. I'm currently working on chapter three, so I'll have another installment soon. Please comment!

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Title: Haunting
Author: C-chan (kurainokoori )
Words: 973 words
Genre: Horror
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-consensual sexual activity. Gender-ambiguous, but in my mind it's between two males - could be taken either way. Cursing. Slight Gore.
Summary: All you could do was gasp, whimper, sob. The goddamn awful smell. The ice-cold fingers trailing over your spine. It was a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

Gasp. Whimper. Sob.

That’s all you can do as you try not to fall apart completely, when you desperately clutch at the sink and hunch over it. You’re trying with all your might not to retch, but it’s impossible not to. The stench is overwhelming. It finds its way in everywhere and it clings like oil to your skin. It makes you retch, even though you have nothing in your stomach. How could you possibly eat when all you constantly feel this stench surrounding you?

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Title: Taking Sin, Giving Blood
Rating: PG
Summary: Retelling of the Sleeping Beauty story, from the point of view of a village sin-eater.

I swear: I had no idea who she was. I was just there to do my job! They gave me the money and pointed me toward the house and told me to do my job, to do what I would've done had any of you asked me yourselves. How was I supposed to know what she was? All that is villager's gossip, and you know I'm never in the village. You won't have me here, so how am I to know things like this? Please I--Can't I just explain myself?
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Summary: Mix-bloods were never meant to walk this world, so in return for living, God bestowed a cruse upon us. That one day, not too distant from our birth date, we will die. However, that day is far enough away that for a while, just a tiny bit of a while, we will enjoy life and then turn around to see it all taken away.
In this world there are only two of us left, two hybrids, half angels... and half vampires.
God who has betrayed us, God who treat us unfairly... unfortunately, he is not our enemy, but rather, he is the source that will kill us, and keep us surviving, for God isn't a person, angel or whatever it is people perceive him to be, he is a book. At least, in this era, that's what he is. That is why I finally have a chance to survive and break my curse. Until... the Redeemer came back into my life, or perhaps I provoked it, but she was bad news still. We share a same goal and that is to obtain the "God's Book," which will break out curse, and kill those who stand in our way, we spare no mercy for anyone... and in the end, not even each other.
Inspired by manga: Bloody Cross

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Okies my first story here, just hope to get some feedback/encouragement/comments and suggestions! I've took a break from writing too long and lost some readers during the wait.

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Title: Bees
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/2/Bees

Working title: Unseen Embers

Author: Winter Violet

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure/Romance

Notes: Just read and review it. I hardly get reviews for a work I've written. It's a story I had since last year and I've been lazy to get it done. Oh well, promise me you'll review it? I really have to know what my readers think of this work. So, big thanks. It's still not finished but I'll get there somehow.

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Title: Bees
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Warnings: Bi-lingual swearing and spontaneous combustion

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2750337/1/

Shaylie checked her mirror before leaving the house. She didn't want to look stupid for the interview. Even though it was a stupid place to start, she was greatful for the oppertunity.

she awoke to see her boy friend Ryan softly crying and running his hands though his blonde hair.

She looked around a saw where she was she was in the hospital.

She had been in a car crash with a semi truck.

Ryan was talking to the doctor. "Do you think that she will be at full recovery? Soon?"

The doctor shook his head. "I'm not sure, son...give her a while."

Shaylie tried to talk. She could not though. She fumbled and felt around her mouth. it stung and her whole face was full of stitches and bruises. She looked down and she had a bandage all over her stomach. The doctor finished talking to Ryan. Ryan returned to the bed and sat in a chair next to the bed. His face was drained of color and feeling. The doctor turned out the light and Ryan laid his head on her chest and started to silently cry. Shaylie could not move or make a sound. She just let him fall asleep, after 15 minutes he was asleep and slowly she moved her hand up to his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

Later that week:

The doctor went to Shaylie and put his hand to her forehead. She was confused by this act but went along knowing he was the doctor and he knew what he was doing. The soft hand went to her arm and pressed it gently. "Does this hurt?" She shook her head slightly despite the pain. He nodded and went to get his clipboard.

Shaylie looked around the room, while questions boggled through her head.

'Why me?' 'What did I do wrong?' 'Who was the other person?' 'Is he or she ok?' 'What REALLY happened..'

"Ryan....?" she softly called out to him.

"your awake..." tears started to well up in his eyes.

"ya is the other person...ok" she said weakly. she had barley any feeling in her voice.

"......I’m afraid not.....Remember Braidy....he was the other driver....it was....sucide" Ryan said softly.

"Oh no...She cried softly....is he..."She said softly crying.

"No...."Ryan hugged her. they both knew Braidy well they had all be friends since they were little, since preschool to be exact. Braidy had always been abused by his dad.

The tears that fell that day lead to another....the dreaded day of all....the funeral of Braidy. Shalylie had enough of the funeral. She had too many memories that almost cut her open with misery. But she knew that Ryan wanted to talk to Jeffrey...although she had no clue why he was acting this way....well she had a small clue...but she didn't want to think about it. She just thought about the times when everything was OK. When everyone was happy and friends...when everyone loved each other. But that hurt worse...

She sighed painfully and walked with her crutches over to the refreshments.

She looked around trying to find something that looked good.

But nothing did. Nothing in this world had gone right for her....her mother was abusive and Braidy was dead. Dead. She could never forget what she had lost... But the pain was something to get used to. It was time for the veiwing. She looked down at braidys body. She took his hand in hers and silently looked at him. "I......Love you braidy" her voice shatterd and broken. She bent down and kissed his cold forhead. "i love you..." she sighed as the cold yet warm tears fell down her cheek.

she looked at his face on last time and walked away. "im going home ryan...bye jefferey"she said quietly. "let me come with you" ryan said quietly. "NO." she shouted "no...."she said again softly. she turned sharp and limped away on her crutches.

later that night...

She sat in her window as she stared out at the stars and into the moon. she looked down at the t-shirt braidy had given her.it was white with baby-blue sleeves and in baby blue it said 13. it was a huge shirt and went down past her knees. she started to cry again and as she did she sang her and braidys favorite song.....

When you feel all alone

And the world has turned its back on you

Give me a moment please

To tame your wild wild heart

Let me be the one you call

If you jump Ill break your fall

Lift you up and fly away with you into the night

If you need to fall apart

I can mend a broken heart

If you need to crash then crash and burn

Youre not alone

it was their song.....and she loved him.......not Ryan.... Ryan was a great guy...but Braidy was someone who actually loved her back. No matter where he was. Even now. And she knew with all her heart that he did.

She didn't want to think about it. It was too painful. If she kept thinking it through...more memories would flood her mind.

She didn't want that. But she still knew that pain was her life...for now on...that she would have to put that smile on her face even though it was hard to get up. Even though she cried herself to sleep. Even though memories would be her dreams.

That smile would be one of the hardest things to do. But she had to do it.
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Ok so this was written by me and my friend. Song (c) Savage Garden
Laters!!!

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