xbluxmoonx's Stories

Come In

2007-09-03T21:25:11Z

She had to leave. Things were no longer what they really were anymore. She saw things no one else did, things that no one else was supposed to see.

How could she cope with them? They hovered in the shadows, eyes gleaming, teeth bared, drawing darkness and light into their grip until their was nothing left.

They were nothing. They drew upon what existed to make them more powerful, and the most they could do was to take a human.

She fought hard for her friends, her family. But they were gone. The entire world was crumbling. And now, it was just him left. Nothing else mattered, right? As long as she had him- she had to have him with her. Without him, well, life wouldn’t be the same.

There would be no point to be alive. Yet, they drew closer, more daunting, more powerful.

“Get the door,” she mumbled to herself in a daze. They were outside. The rickety house wouldn’t hold them away for long. The blessed chalk powder and flashlights in every corner wouldn’t last forever.

No, they were coming.

Just Listen

2007-07-16T07:06:18Z

There was a world beyond this one. There was a place where life never was expected to take a turn. It only had two colors: black and white. It was a small world- no life, no meaning, nothing. In that world there was no hope.
People were routine, the same, but ubiquitous still. Their life was dull, full of only the same annoyances, the same purpose for each human.
Were they expected to learn, to share, to live, to love? No.
And what of this world? This world has so many colors- so many people, so many thoughts, and risks. Life is complicated, harsh, different every day. Routine is just a word with a blank meaning. No, there is no routine.
Do you step in the same, exact place twice? Do you greet the same person in the same manner without a different thought in your head, a different intention, a different hope or desire running through your head?
Yeah, our world has color- our world has fear, envy, desire, hope, life, love.
Every day fades into another, bringing something we have never experienced before.

Song of the Siren

2007-07-01T23:00:02Z

sorry, peeps. had to take it down…..................................................

Stray

2007-06-26T07:18:42Z

The terrifying wind was just the beginning. She could hear the trees howling, their branches cracking and the leaves swaying angrily. Rain poured in great globs, drowning everything on the ground and blurring her vision.

Lightning struck; her eyes glinted and her ears snapped back, ready for the thunderous noise she knew would soon come.

She quickly scampered down the sidewalk, the plastic wrappers and soda cans littering the way. Her heart raced just as a four-wheel automobile raced by, sending rainwater splashing in her face and wetting her sleek fur. She whimpered, her claws drawing out as she found a small grove in the underbrush.

Shelter..
Her paws dug into the soft soil. Small droplets of water dipped her whiskers slightly before releasing the long, white tendrils and falling to the dirt.

She blinked, her eyes ablaze with fright and amazement. She could hear her heart beat; her tail twitched. There was an itch on her back. She growled, but otherwise ignored it; closed her eyes and slept.

The Siren

2007-06-21T05:35:49Z

Sorry peeps, had to take it down:-(................................................................................................................

Medusa

2007-06-21T05:25:43Z

He used to be great, conquering the monsters that strayed into his path. He showed no mercy. They were scum under his feet, things that didn’t belong in the world, things that should never be seen.
He was given tasks to accomplish, to take care of those that were helpless. He did well when all those required no emotion, no secret, no weakness.
Then, one day came when he was given a plea to slay the witch with the hair of snake heads and the beauty of a siren. He went, ready and full of pride. His sword ready, his body rushing with adrenaline. He had no knowledge of the witch’s powers.
The dragon that he had tamed so long ago was to his side, ready as much as he as he entered the lair, but surprised all the same to see the ceiling above merely a crater to allow in the sunlight.
There, in the darkness, stood the beautiful witch, her hair moving on its own accord. She hissed, calling him forward. He stepped in the light ready to face her, but only to widen his eyes in shock, as his own being turned to stone.

Just Another Day at Work

2007-06-18T04:55:33Z

“So, you’re saying…that I shouldn’t buy this?” the woman asked for the millionth time.

“No!” I practically screamed as I wiped the sweat from my brow. I could feel my stomach aching and my head pounding, “I mean yes!“

“Does the toaster oven work?” she asked, wide-eyed.

“Yea-no! Yes, it should!” I could have fallen on my knees and begged her to just buy the piece of crap, but my mouth went off once again, “But it doesn’t work, I know, because I can’t lie and you shouldn’t buy this because you’re going to return it anyways, and the manager is going talk you into buying another bigger item and then it’ll be hell to pay in my debt!”

I could have sworn the entire aisle had gone to complete silence, and all that was needed was a tiny little cricket to chirp.

Damn, and I had thought for those first few minutes I had woken up this morning, that I could just possible be living in a fairy world.
How far away was I from the truth…?
Figures…
I wasn’t supposed to be working in a store anyway.

Behind the Mountain

2007-06-18T04:43:04Z

There’s a small town, past here, clouded in shadows and secrets. No one knows of this place. It’s merely a mystery to those who cross its borders, and an even bigger mystery to those who never find their loved ones.

They’ve tried and they’ve tried to reach perfection, to reach a point in which they can call themselves the most powerful beings in the world.

They refuse to give up, they refuse to stop their ways and they won’t until they find the right one that will show them the way. They will hunt down those in their path and eliminate them and they won’t end until that one life, that one being they’ve been searching for for so long, is found.

And she’s about to find them, and they won’t realize it.

Fortune

2007-06-18T03:02:09Z

Again, had to take it down, peeps. You know, possibilities for publication?

Forgot...

2007-06-16T00:39:07Z

One of my faves, so I took it down. Lo siento. Anyone know how I can just delete the entire story? Rather than just waste space?

Sea Green Eyes

2007-06-13T20:59:35Z

He’s got these huge, sea green orbs.

Stare at ‘em, and they’ll enfold you.

His voice is like a charm.

Listen, and you’ll wanna follow him.

He’s got this lithe, quick little form.

Watch him, and all you’ll see is him dash from here and there and be nothing but a blur.

His touch is just a cotton ball stroke.

Let him prowl on your hand, and it’ll make the hair on your arms stick up…

This is your cat. Live with ‘em and you’ll adore ‘em.

Graveyard Photo

2007-06-13T04:11:09Z

Aw, man, this was one of my faves, too. So, i’m taking it down. You know, publication possibitlies. Honestly, I’m sorry. I’m leaving the crappy ficlets of mine to read.

Just Junk For Sale

2007-06-12T23:44:29Z

Here comes the first customer. I can just feel the tension.

Don’t make me lie, don’t make me lie…

“Good Afternoon, welcome to Bob’s Home Appliances. How may I help you?” So far, so good.

The plump, young woman began with a smile, “Hi, I’m looking for a toaster oven? I heard they sell some here for a great bargain.”

“Of course. Right this way…”

It was then that I realized that all of the toaster ovens that were left were the returned packages…the junk…the crap…the ones I had to tell her worked like a charm… oh, I’m dead…

Goodbye, world…!

Last Day Bets

2007-06-12T23:34:19Z

I’ve got one day to finish the bet. I have to go through with it. No matter what happens, i HAVE to FINISH the bet…

BUT HOW ?

How can I go in front of all those people and… and…

I can’t even say it… Will someone just take my life, now! PLEASE !?!

“Do it!” my friend pleaded.

“No!” I scream, stomping my foot.

“You promised.”

“And evidently, you didn’t see me cross my fingers behind my back.” I stuck my tongue out at her and looked away.

“Please, please, please????” she pleaded, “It’s the last day of school! The seniors will be gathering over there, and you know that if you do this, your reputation…”

“Will sky rocket upside down.” I shook my head, “Nope, nope, nope.”

“But you promised…” she pouted, her big blue eyes widening.

I huffed, “FINE… but we aren’t showing our faces in this school…EVER…again.”

Liar's Not for Sale

2007-06-01T02:14:14Z

I’ve got this problem, see? It’s haunted me since the day I was born. I can’t lie. Ever. Not even a little. I’ve had to tell the truth since the first word I’ve ever spoken. Funny, isn’t it? Because my new job requires me to lie constantly. I hadn’t taken the job purposefully, but I’ve been down in my luck and it was the only thing open.

If I can last a day- just to get one measly paycheck- I’d kiss the last girl that walked through this store’s front door.

My name’s Timmy Randell and I’m a salesperson at Bob’s Home Appliances.