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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
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
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