Work as Life
Sometimes I wonder why I continue to do this. Maybe its some bizarre sense of loyalty towards the people who took me in after my parents died. Maybe its because I know that if I dont take care of them no one else will. Its not like they know how to take care of themselves.
Of course, maybe Im just insane.
I kind of doubt this; I dont honestly think Im insane. I am grasping at straws to find a reason for my continuing job of personal assistant/housemaid/cook/computer programmer/a bunch of other jobs that five other people should be doing instead of me.
Who was the moron that decided va
Disclaimer I dont own Naruto or its characters Sasuke and Sakura. Masashi Kishimoto owns them.
Warning - This fanfic contains very mature content and language that only mature people should read. If you cant handle sexual things then DONT READ!
Description This was a just a little something that came to mind when me and my friend were having a little fun SasuSaku conversation on MSN Messenger. This is not my first ever written lemon fanfic, but its the first as of now that Im posting on dA. It really does not have any plot line. I just wrote it to give Sasuke and Sakura
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Literature
Living Amongst The Night: Chp1
Sweet ruby stream. It caresses my lips and slowly flows between my teeth. The warmth gliding across my tongue and cascading down my throat. It fills my stomach and makes me whole again.
Poor fragile thing now falling limp in my arms. I feel remorse in my carved-stone heart that you now will no longer feel the sun against your beautiful rose skin. And yet green envy courses through me at the thought of you gaining the everlasting slumber I have wished for so long.
I slowly release my crimson jaws from around your punctured neck and wipe them on my sleeve, the viscous liquid staining the white cloth a bright pink. I guide your collapsing bo
I didn't think it would hurt this much. It tears through me like knife, cutting from shoulder blade down to my hip, a diagonal slash that leaves a gaping wound. A scream rips through me, and suddenly Poison is at my side, his hand on my shoulder, whispering words to me, telling me it's OK that I'll be fine that I can make it through this pain.
Underlying all this is one thought that pops up in my head time and time again; Don't pass out, don't pass out, don't pass out.
His arms cradle me, a drumming in my head, filling every inch of my mind. I can't get rid of it, can't stop it, and I know it's my own heart, speeding up and getting ready to
1. Andrew
He stood over the body.
It's over, he thought. No more. I'm not like them, their traditions, rituals, this pack... I'm different. It's over for me.
The scent of blood was overwhelming. The heat from the fire only reminded him of the hate that grew within him.
I hate them, he repeated over and over in his head. How could they, and for what, they call this honor!?
He wanted to see them burn. Fire didn't seem enough. He could only think of the worst kinds of deaths one could experience, and he wished it on them.
He was alone. It was not what he wanted, but it was all his fault. He had taken everything too far.
My lies
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Literature
A Different Twilight Chapter 1
A/N: this takes place instead of what really happened in Twilight. Its starts around page 56 in Twilight by Stephenie Meyer but after that nothing is the same except for the characters. It is my own story.
Edwards POW
The cold Forks rain pelted my cold face. It didnt feel cold, though. Nothing had really felt cold in ninety years. I slammed the door of my Volvo and scowled. I hated school. They always taught the same thing over and over. I would do anything to be anywhere else but I had missed my family too much to not come live with them in Forks again.
Alice got out of the back seat, looking like a pixie an
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Harry Potter Epilogue Part 1: 24 Hours Later
Ginny curled up in her bed, her knees pulled as far into her chest as possible, the quilt her mother had made for her several years ago wrapped around tight. A single tear slipped from Ginny's eye, and she brushed it away quickly, to stop others from coming.
Fred had been the kindest brother Ginny could have ever asked for. He knew when she needed to be cheered up, not picked on. He sent her a Hogwarts toilet seat for Christmas the year before she started at Hogwarts, because he'd told her he would before the train left...
Ginny was feeling something like claustrophobia, but it was not that her room felt too small, but that it felt too larg
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Literature
The Passionate Angel - Part 1
The Passionate Angel
The stars glittered across the night sky as the lunar light shined down upon Jacob and Angelica. They were sitting atop the peak of Beacon Hill on the soft, cool grass. It had grown colder since they first got there a half-hour ago which is why Jacob had his jacket wrapped around Angelica in addition to his own arms. It was silent since people rarely traveled this area which gave the couple the privacy that they so desired.
Stop that, said Angelica, giggling as Jacob nibbled gently on her neck. He slowly moved up her neck, kissing her neck as he rose and began nibbling gently on her ear.