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Post  cyclonecasey on Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:32 pm

This is a journal entry written by a character from one of my long and incomplete stories:
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Dear Journal,
This is the very first journal entry I have ever written.
Why am I starting now, after having seen nineteen years worth of life? I suppose it is because I feel like my life is only just beginning.
But perhaps I should explain more thoroughly.
Today, during my morning stroll through town, I visited the local book shop in hopes of finding a quality romance novel to read whenever my mother is not telling me about the young men she thinks would make a fine husband.
So I asked Olivia if she has anything new for me and she replied neatly “As a matter of fact, I do”. She pulled out a book from under the counter and held it out to me.
At the top of the book, in big gold letters, the title read “The Phantom of the Opera” and at the bottom it had the writers name “Gaston Leroux” in the same well-designed font.
I was immediately intrigued and I decided to give it a chance, so I paid the twelve pounds and headed in the direction of the door.
But that is when fate intervened.
When I attempted to leave the shop I found that the door was stuck but that happens all the time. I thought nothing of it as I concentrated on working the hinges loose.
But whilst I was focused so intently on opening the door and going back home, I failed to notice that one of the bookshelves was leaning dangerously towards me.
By the time I realized what was happening I was on the floor. There was a man beneath me with his arms around my waist, having put them there in order to get me out of the way of the falling bookshelf.
He helped me to my feet and asked me if I was alright to which I replied politely “I am, thanks to you, kind sir”.
He introduced himself as “Nathaniel Cormac” and kissed me lightly on the hand. I couldn’t help but smile brightly as I told him my name.
Dust was falling slowly all around us as we just stood there looking at each other, suddenly he knelt down and picked up a book at his feet, “I believe you dropped this” he told me smiling. I looked at the book and saw that it was without a scratch, I took it gently and thanked him once again. I then I allowed him to walk me to the street and call a carriage for me. I just know we’ll meet again!

A short Fanfic I wrote after the Season 3 Finale of Supernatural:
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And as I sat there holding my brothers lifeless body in my arms: tears ran down my face, down my neck and finally right down to my throbbing heart.
I felt like screaming and throwing anything I could get my hands on but somehow I couldn't find the strength. So I just sat there cradling my brother, my best friend. And in my mind we were still having our last conversation.
"I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean" I said loudly "Yes you are..." he replied with equal volume.
"Yes you are" he continued "I'm sorry, I mean this is all my fault, I know that! But what you're doing it's not gonna save me, it's only gonna kill you" I was speechless for a moment.
Then what am I supposed to do?" I asked helplessly, Dean hesitated.
"Keep fighting..." he told me "take care of my wheels..." he actually smiled and I had to fight to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
"Sam, remember what Dad taught you" he continued suddenly serious "OK?" I nodded "and remember what I taught you"
And when he smile it was strained and I could tell he was fighting back tears...
Everything was numb. I didn't care that I could hear a man yelling if from the basement, I didn't care that I was covered in my brothers blood and I didn't care that Lilith got away. All I cared about was that I was alone, completely and utterly alone.
Mum, Jessica, Dad, Ruby and now Dean, all these people died because of me, no, all these people died because of Azazel!
He killed Mum and Jess and Dad then we killed him. Then Lilith tries to lead his army and sends Ruby and Dean to hell. Then the bitch tries to kill me!
Well this isn't gonna stop me, I'm gonna keep fighting. I'll find Lilith and kill her, and then I'll kill her mindless army and any other evil sons of bitches I can find!
But, for now, I’m gonna grieve the death of my last family member.
Who knows, maybe, one day we'll see each other again.
But, til then, goodbye...
Goodbye Dean!

Just a little torture scene I wrote:
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Finally, he put down the knife.
“You wanna know how someone can end up like me?” he asks her bitterly, refusing to look at her.
Nicole gingerly lift up her head and peers at him through the blood streaked blond hair that she doesn’t have the strength to flip out of her eyes.
“I was once a good person. I made a point to do my good deed everyday” he takes a deep breath and busies himself with his devices. “Not that that helped me ever in my life because then my daughter, my little angel became terminally ill. The doctors said six months. So, I figured what the hell? God doesn’t care what I do. I went out and I got drunk” he puts down a pair of pliers and picks up hammer and cloth, he then started wiping the blood from the handle only.
“But then I met this man, who was sitting at the bar when I arrived, we started talking and before I knew it I was telling him about my situation. Then he turns around and says “What if I could give you ten more years with her and it would be you who’ll die instead” I was very religious, but with a sense of humor, so I say “I would sell my soul” and three guesses what happened”
Nicole couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her dad had always told her that demons were pure evil, even when they were just human, and the ones who sold their soul did it because all they cared about were themselves. It totally blew her mind to hear that a normal person would give their soul so selflessly.
“Then the next day, when the doctor saw no further regression, they said miracle. She was completely cured, and the only downside I could see was that she would only a dad till the age of 15” he looks at Nicole now, for the first time since beginning.
“If only the world weren’t so cruel” he grabs some lemons from underneath his bench, cuts them into quarters and squeezes the juice into a metal bowl.
“When they finally let us take her home, we were hit by a bus, and I was the only survivor” he pours the juice into a spray bottle and advances on his prey. She tries to look away but he grabs her by the chin and forced her to meet his eyes. He leans in until she can feel his breath on her lip and whispers “You show me the justice in that”
He waits a moment, daring her silently to speak. When she doesn’t he let’s her go and take a small step back.
“So, yeah. I went to hell for nothing, I went straight to torturing souls, and I never looked back”
“Until now” the moment they leave her mouth she regrets those words and she can do nothing but watch as her tormentor brings the spray bottle to one of the more recent wounds and pulls the trigger.

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Post  LordTomyh on Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:53 pm

The last one reminds me of a Legal Assassin
I like the first one ... and find the second one ok

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Post  cyclonecasey on Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:54 pm

LMAO... Course it does!
And "OK" just OK???

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Post  LordTomyh on Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:15 pm

I don't really like supernatural anymore
You're story is awesome, just I've lost interest in supernatural

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Post  cyclonecasey on Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:16 pm

:O!!! Nope, not talking to you!

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Post  LordTomyh on Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:18 pm

;_;

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Post  cyclonecasey on Thu Mar 29, 2012 9:19 pm

That's what happens when you diss Supernatural!!!

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Post  Damxge on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:26 pm

I like the journal one Happy

Third one kinda creeped me out as well Shocked

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Post  cyclonecasey on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:27 pm

Nya-nya-nya Happy

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Post  Damxge on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:29 pm

U be lurkin? Says you're offline, and then you comment, and disappear XD

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Post  cyclonecasey on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:30 pm

Shocked

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Post  Damxge on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:30 pm

:hat:

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Post  cyclonecasey on Mon Apr 16, 2012 3:17 pm

I was told rules only apply to RP's... So...
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Nicole sits quietly on her unmade bed. She could feel someone in the room with her, standing just beyond her vision. Turning her head she sees Castiel, still as a statue, staring at the wall.
“I’m surprised you’re awake” he whispers, turning to face her.
“Well, I couldn’t very well just go to sleep, could I?” she replies with a smile. “Would you like to sit, Cass?” she enquirers after a moment, patting a spot on the bed next to her.
Tilting his head in a way that was so uniquely Castiel, he sits down.
“What is this” he asks, indicating to the laptop she was using.
“Oh, uh… I’m just checking my emails” she brushes some hair out of her face, before she can put her hand back down Castiel catches it in his, he lifts it close to his face to examine it briefly.
“What happened?” he asks, referring to the deep laceration that lay across Nicole’s palm.
“Uh…” Nicole looks down, embarrassed and hesitates. “Ironically: I cut myself sharpening my lucky dagger” she hates admitting it because other hunters would laugh at her. Not Castiel, though, guess he doesn’t know what’s funny about it. He just places two fingers over it, making it disappear.
“Nicole” he murmurs after a moment “I feel odd” he doesn’t know what else to say, how else to describe this new feeling, or maybe emotion, weighing him down.
Nicole on the other hand had a small idea. Placing one hand on Castiel’s shoulder Nicole leans in and presses her lip firmly to his.
He doesn’t respond at first, confused and unsure, as though he doesn’t know what to do, and maybe he doesn’t, but after a second his arms slip around her waist and his tongue skims over her lips and into her ready mouth.
Moaning slightly in happy surprise, she stretches her jaw for more room, giving him time to explore. He pulls her closer and entwines his hands in her hair. He lets his hands roam cautiously over her.
Sighing, Nicole starts to kiss his neck, showing him that there’s more to kissing than just the lips, smiling as she feels him utter his first low moan. She slides him out of his trench coat and he kicks off his shoes and socks while she pulls off his tie.
“Dammit Cass, why do you wear so much clothing?” Nicole snaps playfully when she realizes that he’s still wearing a whole damn suit.
He smiles and she smiles with him as he takes off his jacket.
She swings herself around and rolls to the other side of the bed to make herself more comfortable and in the blink of an eye Cass is laying gently on top, encasing her with his body. They resume kissing, deeply, and fervently.
Nicole tears impatiently at the buttons of Castiel’s white shirt, dragging it halfway down his arms until it gets caught, then Cass quickly helps by pulling it off the rest of the way and flinging it across the room.
Content with the half naked angel, Nicole takes off her own jacket, Cass then helps by gripping the bottom of her lacy shirt and pulling it off over her head, then letting it fall to the floor.
She clutches at Castiel’s pants, desperately trying to pull them off. Finally the belt slides free and they slid down his legs, passed his knees, landing in a heap on the floor.
Panting heavily Nicole then struggles out of her own jeans, kicking them off the bed. Cass grabs the edge of Nicole’s plain black underwear, pulling them slowly down her legs in such a way that makes them feel longer, then finally taking off his own…
He straightens up, taking a moment to examine the woman beneath him while she does the same to him. She fidgets under his gaze, the intensity of it almost burning her. It was indescribable how much emotions those eyes held, and how much it could affect her.
She reaches up and runs her hand over his chest, smiling as she fells the slight shadow of a six-pack, and loving the way that Castiel’s eyes close as he sighed. He opens them back up and his pupils a blown wide with arousal.
“Say yes, Nicole” he whispers into her ear.
“W-what?” the order didn’t make any sense to her, and the sudden pressure of a hardened cock against her inner thigh did nothing but distract.
Castiel cups Nicole’s face in one hand and kisses her, rough, and quick.
“I need you… to say… yes” their eyes meet and his meaning becomes clear. Nicole pulls Castiel into another kiss, mostly as a way to stop herself from laughing, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against his, Nicole breathes deep.
“Yes, Castiel… The answer is yes!” Castiel’s eyes close with a sigh of relief and he pulls her into another the kiss, his tongue dancing over her lips and into her willing mouth.
Slowly he grinds his hips, making Nicole moan as his painfully hard cock rubs roughly against her clitoris, he does this a couple of times in a deliberate, teasing fashion before slowly and finally pushing in.
Nicole found it hard to believe this was only the beginning. The overwhelming pleasure from simply being entered by this being was amazing. Reaching up, she hooks her fingers onto his shoulders as she struggles to adjust to this surprisingly new sensation.
Castiel’s moves his lips cautiously to Nicole’s jugular, as she had done with him, in an attempt to relax her, and it isn’t long before she’s pushing her hips up and begging him to move.
He silences her with a kiss and experimentally pulls out and back in, in a slow and even pace. The reaction is immediate as Nicole moans loudly into Cass’ mouth he repeats the action again and again at the same unhurried speed.
Castiel feels warmth spreading slowly through his abdomen. The angel breaks away from Nicole’s lips and starts muttering incoherently between the moans and gasps, seemingly switching from English and Enochian.
“Cass!” she gasps pleasurably, wrapping her legs around him. The sound of his voice, low and rough, and just completely fucked, brings her closer and closer.
Grabbing her wrists tightly and pinning them to either side of her head Castiel finally let’s go of his control and increasingly thrusts faster and harder. The light bulb shatters and the angel’s hands glow on Nicole’s wrists his first ever orgasm hit’s him, hard.
Nicole gasps in temporary pain as she feels Castiel’s grace leak through and burn her, but it quickly fades as she, too, reaches her climax, the force of it leaves her a writhing mess.
Panting Cass collapses next to her and, after a moment pulls her closer to his side. Nicole shakily shifts herself up to place a languid kiss to Castiel, lazily their mouths and tongues move together.

:oops: Imma regret this!

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Post  BladedKnights on Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:39 pm

@LordTomyh wrote:The last one reminds me of a Legal Assassin
I like the first one ... and find the second one ok

I like em all, I'm hooked on your stories

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Post  cyclonecasey on Sat Jul 07, 2012 11:10 pm

Lol, ty! *blushes*
Your new, yeah? I like you already (1. Coz your pic is Fairy Tail 2. Your Sig is Kingdom Hearts and 3... Well, obvious reason! *Thumbs up*]

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Post  Legotransform on Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:03 pm

YAAAY KINGDOM HEARTS!

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Post  cyclonecasey on Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:29 pm

:palm:

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Post  Legotransform on Wed Jul 18, 2012 4:01 am

Happy Problem?

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