RayCan I truly say I love thee as I love a son?Ray by ~Panda-of-Infernum
You are a face hidden behind walls of writing
Safely tucked in behind print and paper
Nevertheless you breathe
As I breathed years back
And will breathe as I will breathe
In the days to come
Bleed as I can bleed
On the screen of my own mind
I will never forget the day I spoke to you:
"Oh Ray, look at what you've become"
"Look at me? look at you!"
It was then I saw my soul etched into you
As I wrote you I myself was written
By the hands I never knew were mine until they grew into your own.
Compound Fracture 9 (endgame)Despite the darkness and the events of the day, Caleb Sevrin did not feel tired. He supposed tired is a feeling for the living, and he was only a partial participant of that group now. He cast his dully glowing red eyes upon Ramses, who knelt in what seemed like prayer on the floor of the guest bedroom. Moses had exited the room through an open window, leaving to feed or perhaps check on the small clan of vampires living in secret in Miami. Cale frowned when he thought about the clan. Where he and Moses were energetic and fast, those of the clan moved slow and trancelike. What made them like that?Compound Fracture 9 (endgame) by ~Panda-of-Infernum
“The clan once drank of a synthetic blood-substitute, untested and ultimately dangerous. It seemed that our supplier had misgivings about pandering to half-demons, and altered the batch.” Ramses whispered hoarsely.
“Doesn’t it seem strange that Moses didn’t drink any?”
“Let me tell you of Moses. He was born Hugo Fokker, in Germany. The year was 1928.
Compound Fracture 8Colin stood back to back with Ardara, and beneath the silent stars of Alia Terra’s night, they were surrounded. Colin narrowed his yellow eyes at the assailant facing him: A shaman looking man, his brown hair darkened by dirt so that it matched his ragged greatcoat.Compound Fracture 8 by ~Panda-of-Infernum
“You’re the killers, aren’t you?” He snarled, raising his arm-blade.
“We are searching for Heshua. We kill because we must make our intentions clear. Heshua must be stopped.”
“Why? Who is Heshua and who told you lives should be destroyed in the name of their death?” Colin barked, then shut his eyes at the memory of his slaying of Jenna. Was he any different?
“Today, we saw her wearing the armour of those who gave us the order.” A gruff voiced growled from the left of Colin, and he turned to face an ash-coated werewolf, hunched in a tripod position with a lanky, veiny arm pointed at Ardara. The werewolf’s yellow gaze traced Ardara’s body and Colin
"You will love Dallas, and the state: drunk.," said Aunt Ashleigh. "It is famous for its wild Bradleys, its pink flowers, and its beautiful furiously masturbating hills."
"I hope you packed plenty of deviled eggs for the ride," said Uncle Griffin. "It will probably take us 666 hours."
So we all piled into Uncle Griffin and Aunt Ashleigh's Grifin's mom. At first the trip was really dark. We sang "69 Bottles of you don't want to know on the Wall." Then we counted the dogs that we saw whistling in the fields by the side of the road. But after seventy, two billion at the most hours we had eaten all the deviled eggs and Brenden was getting squishy.
"Are we almost there?" she asked awkwardly.
"Yes, Griffy-Poo," said Aunt Ashleigh.
Just then I saw a sign that said, "Bass-Ackwards, Dallas: 2 miles."
"Umm, Uncle Griffin, is Bass-Ackwards, Dallas on the way to Dallas, and the state: drunk.?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Brenden, pointing, "and is the local dump on the way to Dallas, and the state: drunk.?"
"You still have my two dollars, ya crook!, kids," laughed Uncle Griffin. "You can trust the expert."
"One thing's for sure," I muttered. "I don't think we're in Solid any more."