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Timeless: Chapter One - The Prince and the WarriorMerlot Apertif, 18, District One Male, Apertif Manor
“No, no, no; your posture's all wrong.”
Merlot blinked back into reality as his father's voice, soft yet grilling, was picked up by his ears.
“I'm sorry, Father,” Merlot said, lowering his head in shame. His dark auburn hair lowered from its styled up position ever so slightly. “It will not happen again.”
“As it should be,” his father replied. The man, around fifty, was stood behind Merlot, arms folded. Merlot was standing in front of a full-body mirror, able to see his father in the reflection. His attire consisted of an immaculate white dress suit, complete with coattails and bow-tie. The only item of clothing Merlot wore that was not white happened to be his shoes. “Now, stand up straighter next time: shoulders slightly parted, back vertical, feet firmly on the ground.”
“As you wish, Father,” Merlot replied, adjusting his posture accordingly. A faint
Sun's Joy: Chapter Ten - DenouementElla stood there, taking it all in. Her face was pale, and the IT room suddenly felt very small. She glanced over at Dirk and Mark, who looked equally as troubled as she did. Her gaze directed to the computer the boys were crowding around, displaying the still image of a girl holding Monobear – Junko Enoshima, as the video and Mark had confirmed.
Her insides felt like jelly. This was the person responsible for trapping them inside Sun's Joy. This was the person behind Monobear and the School Life of Mutual Killing. And this person had the power to end the world. The gravity of the situation slapped Ella around the face; it wasn't just the sixteen of them affected. No, by now their homes, their friends, their family... Junko could be destroying them as they stood here, planning a dance.
“And here,” Dirk said, breaking Ella out of her horrified daze. He clicked the mouse down, and the image on the screen changed to another thumbnail of Junko, clutching Monobear like
Sun's Joy: Chapter Nine - Stalemate“That laugh...” Melissa said, paling. “That was Monobear, right?”
“It sounded like it...” Charlie added.
“So then...” Shauna began. “What does this mean?”
“I suppose it means that maybe Monobear is more involved than we first thought,” John said curiously, looking at Monobear. “Care to explain why your voice is heard during Andrew's murder?”
“I don't have to explain anything to you bastards!” Monobear roared.
“You sure do seem suspicious right now...” Chelsea said.
“Plus, it'd be a shame to end the game right now because you're behaving like a spoiled child,” Dirk said. “If it weren't for the situation, I'd be laughing my ass off at your stupidity right now.”
“Upupu~” Monobear suddenly giggled. “Upupu... bwahaha! This is priceless!”
“Priceless?” Mark asked.
“Yep!” Monobear chortled. “From the looks of i
Sun's Joy: Chapter Eight - Turbulent Tribulation“So, let's get this party started!” Monobear cheered from atop his throne, looking down at the fifteen ETL students. “Which of you bastards wanted to get out so badly that they threw our dearly beloved ETL Racer under the bus for it!” He motioned to Andrew's portrait, and feigned misery. “Will you make the right choice, or will a whole bunch of lives be condemned for their incompetence?”
“Oh, I'm confident that we'll come to the right conclusion,” Marian said smoothly, surveying the courtroom. “If only to avenge Andrew and deny you the satisfaction of killing us all.” The others looked at her in awe, impressed by her demeanour. She was just thankful that they didn't know it was a front put on for the sake of the trial.
“So, uh, how do we start this?” Joel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we just like throw evidence to Monobear and try and get it right? Or just pick a culprit?”
“That'd be stupid,
Sun's Joy: Chapter Seven - Piecing the PuzzleDing-dong! Ding-dong!
“Attention you bastards! It is now seven am, marking the end of Night Time. The cafeteria has been unlocked, and the lights turned on. Here's to another day of mutual killing! Upupu~”
Naomi's eyes fluttered open. For a few moments, she stared blankly at the ceiling before sitting upright. As soon as she did so, a dull pain resounded in her head. She tried to move, but found that she was wrapped in a white sheet.
“Huh?” she said aloud as she took in her surroundings. She was in the meeting hall, with a table cloth wrapped around her. Gingerly she pulled it off, and looked at herself. She was still wearing her dress from the dance, and there was a long shallow gash along her right arm. It had stopped bleeding some time ago, though.
To Naomi's right was a buffet table: it had split down the centre, and there was a pile of food and drink scattered around. There was the distinct smell of booze in the air. It all came back to her at that m
Timeless - PrologueHead Gamemaker Portamento Dew, The Capitol
The warm August air whipped around the Capitol, bringing a lazy sense of joy to the bustling metropolis. The citizens either walked the streets, taking full advantage of the technologically advanced facilities, thanks to the hard work of the twelve districts, or remained at home, sprucing themselves up. Women adorned their finest dresses, whilst gentlemen were dressed to the nines: the children were in their Sunday best.
And, even though one couldn't see it from the window of President Snow's manor, there was a quiet buzz of anticipation about the city. Each citizen was only half-heartedly enjoying their daily activities: each mind was elsewhere, yet at the same place. Nobody spoke of it, and everyone continued as normal, ignoring the anticipation in the back of their minds, out of blind fear that they were the only ones to feel it. But the reality was simple: no citizen of Panem could escape the anticipation. For tomorrow was Reaping D
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
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