Dia Thames
The Beast lingers just beneath the surface~
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- One post per day
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- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Dark Subject Matter, Post Apocalyptic, Apocalyptic, Romance, Fantasy (usually Urban fantasy, but I've done high fantasy before too), Horror
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There was a huge crash as Blake sat up in bed, looking around the room. It was still, deathly still and dark. If it wasn't for the moon light shining in though the window he would not be able to see a single thing in the room. Maddison blinked open her wide, pretty, deep blue eyes and looked up at him and also sat up. Her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She was in a black silk nightgown and had a stunning hourglass figure. Maddi looked around the room before looking him in the eyes.
"What's the matter babe? Another Ghost?"
She smiled at him softly before he smiled back at her. His entire life he had been able to see and communicate with the dead...and sometimes tell the future. It was according to the spirits though, they had a better idea since they were closer to everything that was not controllable by humans in the least. An older woman had told him when his cousin was going to die and how. Sure enough a few weeks later Cousin Rita was killed in a hunting accident...just like he had been told.
"I don't know...I will go check though. Not the first time and not going to be the last a Spirit has woken me up during the night."
As he stood to go to the door the light flew on and the door slammed open. Two men came through with two nasty looking knives and began rummaging through Maddison's expensive jewlary. She scooted to the side of the bed and began to get up and protest the two men one of them came over to her. He looked around at Blake, holding the tip of the knife to her back.
"Where is it? The safe?!"
He shook his head.
"We don't have one. Please...leave her alone..."
Soon enough she had the blade buried in her back, eyes wide as he pulled it out. He lunged out at him with the same blade.
"WRONG AWNSER!"
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Blake sat up, clutching his chest, trying to catch his breathe. He looked around and moved his hand, going to fix his shaggy dark hair.Once he did he looked over at the clock on his desktop computer. It was two O'Clock in the afternoon...he must have fallen asleep again. He had not slept at all last night because the marathon of a TV show was on, his faveorite. Plus he didn't enjoy sleeping in the least. Every time he did he dreamed of that...it was the last night he was sane. It was the last time that he wanted to help anyone...one of the last days he wondered amung the strangers of the outside world. The dream was always about the night she died...the night he was attacked but lived...the night his life went into a horribly wrong direction. Since she had died it was never the same and it never would be the same ever again. Reconnecting with people...humans and ghosts hurt too much. To him it was never worth the effort.
There was a huge crash as Blake sat up in bed, looking around the room. It was still, deathly still and dark. If it wasn't for the moon light shining in though the window he would not be able to see a single thing in the room. Maddison blinked open her wide, pretty, deep blue eyes and looked up at him and also sat up. Her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She was in a black silk nightgown and had a stunning hourglass figure. Maddi looked around the room before looking him in the eyes.
"What's the matter babe? Another Ghost?"
She smiled at him softly before he smiled back at her. His entire life he had been able to see and communicate with the dead...and sometimes tell the future. It was according to the spirits though, they had a better idea since they were closer to everything that was not controllable by humans in the least. An older woman had told him when his cousin was going to die and how. Sure enough a few weeks later Cousin Rita was killed in a hunting accident...just like he had been told.
"I don't know...I will go check though. Not the first time and not going to be the last a Spirit has woken me up during the night."
As he stood to go to the door the light flew on and the door slammed open. Two men came through with two nasty looking knives and began rummaging through Maddison's expensive jewlary. She scooted to the side of the bed and began to get up and protest the two men one of them came over to her. He looked around at Blake, holding the tip of the knife to her back.
"Where is it? The safe?!"
He shook his head.
"We don't have one. Please...leave her alone..."
Soon enough she had the blade buried in her back, eyes wide as he pulled it out. He lunged out at him with the same blade.
"WRONG AWNSER!"
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Blake sat up, clutching his chest, trying to catch his breathe. He looked around and moved his hand, going to fix his shaggy dark hair.Once he did he looked over at the clock on his desktop computer. It was two O'Clock in the afternoon...he must have fallen asleep again. He had not slept at all last night because the marathon of a TV show was on, his faveorite. Plus he didn't enjoy sleeping in the least. Every time he did he dreamed of that...it was the last night he was sane. It was the last time that he wanted to help anyone...one of the last days he wondered amung the strangers of the outside world. The dream was always about the night she died...the night he was attacked but lived...the night his life went into a horribly wrong direction. Since she had died it was never the same and it never would be the same ever again. Reconnecting with people...humans and ghosts hurt too much. To him it was never worth the effort.