- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- 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
He stirred in his sleep as the nightmare ravaged his mind. There was a boy who looked to be around Rika's age...and he had a crooked, wicked, smile on his lips. THere was just an heir about him that read: Cruelty...contempt...persistant. And he had his family hostage...tied up and his little sister sobbing in fear. The man sent over his sister and simply slid the knife across her throat. He Cried out in horror and pain as blood sprayed everywhere. But he couldn't do anything about it....he was helpless. Once the man went over to his father...his father was trying to stay strong but tears dripped down his face. Lysander shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see anything bad happen to him. That was when he woke, sitting up in his sleep quickly. Lysander groaned and wiped the sweat off his face. Looking over he saw Beth sitting in the corner on the chair...looking out across the school court yard. He moved to the side of his bed, catching his breathe.
"B-Beth...what time is it?"
WIthout looking over at him, she spoke in an eerie tone.
"It is exactly twelve thirty four A.M. Master..."
"B-Beth...what time is it?"
WIthout looking over at him, she spoke in an eerie tone.
"It is exactly twelve thirty four A.M. Master..."