Omega23

By the time Sieve woke up the next morning, well before dawn, a plan was already forming in his mind. He had been able to think of nothing else but the pirate from the market, and the unspoken promise of more in the port all day, and had even gone to sleep thinking of them. Pirates rarely docked here, and when they did they rarely left the ship. There would not be another opportunity like this for a long time, so he made his decision. He was going to run away. The thought sent a thrill through him. He had never been so bold as to even consider something like this before. Even through the prospective abuse and the threat of a noble title on

To say the least, Roxas was more than a little shocked at Sora’s…actions. There was no time to dwell on it, however, and Roxas couldn’t help but wonder if it had been planned that way. There were still Heartless in the castle, and they still needed to be gotten rid of. He had to keep his head in the game to kill them. The gash in his side was healed nicely. There would probably be a scar, but it wouldn’t be very big. Nobody would notice it; such a small wound wouldn’t even garner thought. Besides, scars were cool-looking and always came with a story. Sora wouldn’t meet his eyes when he stepped out of the Beast&

There was nothing in this world, Axel thought, that wasn’t predetermined by whatever being watched over them. Not that he really believed in God or anything. Or, more specifically, not some big all-knowing person sitting in the clouds all day watching. No, if he believe in any sort of God, it would probably be the earth itself. Though, as a Nobody, even that was hard to maintain. The question of God was always present in his mind and more often than was probably necessary he renounced his faith, only to pick it back up again in a few hours. He supposed it wasn’t so much fear of not believing, but more like needing something to cling

Mom was really pissed about me breaking my knuckle. She had to take me to the hospital, and I got a lame brace to wear for the next three weeks. It did nothing to stop the pain that shot up my arm whenever I barely moved my hand, so I thought it was useless but mom wouldn’t let me take it off. The entire time home, she questioned me on why I would go and do a stupid thing like that when I knew money was tight and we could barely afford doctor bills. I refused to answer. I soon discovered that the pain I had felt before was absolutely nothing compared to later pain. The shock of the whole situation had kept the entirety of it from my min

It’s raining. How appropriate. I’ve been thinking a lot about Shelly this morning, how funny it is that the weather would mirror my own melancholy mood. I lean against the narrow winder that fills the length between the floor and the ceiling. It looks out over a steep cliff, disappearing into a grey nothingness. How ironic, I think, that the only window to the outside world would look out on a place that makes it seem uninviting and a far cry indeed from the inside. But then again, knowing what I do, maybe it’s not so ironic after all. Whatever it is, it serves to send me deeper into the depression I have forged with my tho

I’m associated with Cupid a lot. That stupid cherubic baby with the blue-eyed smile and the heart-shaped arrows. Making people fall in love. Head over heels, heart stopping, first sight love. The kind that makes you believe happiness lasts forever. Well, guess what? Cupid doesn’t exist. There’s just me, Eros, and nobody takes me seriously. They think I’m pleasant, cute, there to make all of their dreams come true and find them their one true love. I’m a fucking god. I don’t have time for that shit. But sure, okay. You want me to go searching for your love, bring them to you, so you can live in happiness? You

Jorge woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one limp box that looked like a skyscraper. Then Jorge noticed that Benn was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either. Jorge thought that he would surprise Benn. Maybe even sneak up behind him and touch him on his colorful leg. That always made Benn cylindrical. Jorge crept hungrily down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its unparalleled lig