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The Prince of Silence walked behind me. He was my cohort, my eternal speechless friend and follower and accomplice of my crime. Today I brought some flowers, beautiful orchids, darker than the deepest night, which bloom once in eternity with petals so delicate that a mere breathe could shatter their otherworldly beauty. I wanted to give them to her even though I knew there was no hope for me. She was the heir of light and I… Well, I was a thing of darkness.
From the basement of the castle I came forth to the sacred window. Its dark stained glass used to tell me stories when I still was a kid. I felt myself guilty for making

Of light and darkness

by *iromanovsky

If there's one thing I like about what you've done with this prompt, it's the image and otherworldly feeling it gives of...

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Timmy panicked. He breathed heavily, but otherwise lay quite still on the floor. He looked around at the darkness, broken only by a sliver of light trickling down from the moon. He wished his eyes would accustom themselves to the lack of light quicker. He wished he could already see that there were no monsters hiding, ready to pounce; that Mr. Bumbry wasn't really still there in the dark, wielding a blunt object, waiting for him to make a move. But all the wishing in the world couldn't allow him to see what was better. So he got up. He started to shuffle around the cottage, arms outstretched ready to catch any obstacle before walking in

Golden Years

by *Whothehellisthat

Fun Fact: There is only enough gold on the planet Earth to fill two Olympic sized swimming pools. It's because the wonderful, shin...

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On the island of Manhattan alone there are over one hundred and fifty novelty coffee shops attached to a very infamous chain. Every one of them is sure to be serving the very same items, and it built, albeit the location in generally the same way. It goes for not solely this chain, but every chain of coffee shops anywhere you can think of that at eight forty five in the evening most evenings, they are a downright boring place to be. Very few people seem to crave caffeine at such an outlandish hour. Those who do, while eccentric enoug

-1- Starbucks "Version 2"

by *StephethxLoser

Gotta say, as I both hate coffee and Starbucks with burning passions equal to, but not greater than, the white hot intensities of a tho...

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A small crowd of young school boys stood pressed up against the white picket fence, as they always did after school. But today was different. Mr. Bumbry was joined by a young man; not all that much older than the boys outside. The crowd whispered amongst themselves. Some recognised the new addition to the show. "But that couldn't be Timmy, could it?" they chirped. Timmy walked around the cottage, brush at the ready, sloshing it on the walls here and there... Mr. Bumbry stood inside, in the dark, waiting for the boy to return. After around ten minutes (a full twenty ahead of Mr. Bumbry's old time), Timmy came to a stop by the front

Golden Brick

by *Whothehellisthat

That kid is pretty lucky, I would say. He messes up, is all nervous as whatnot, then at the end of the day he gets paid enough money to...

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Mikael knew he was at gunpoint from the very moment the barrel stamped its warm circular tattoo against his flesh. This was New York, and everyone had their stories, true or false, first and second hand of being mugged and robbed and such. More often then not they scarcely shut up about it, if they lived to tell the traumatizing tale. He’d been held at gunpoint before. Apparently some bigot hadn’t liked the barrettes the employee wore in his hair. He remembered this feeling vividly, and hoped that if it were possible that this guy was just robbing the place for the sake of robbing the

-2- Corvette "Version 2"

by *StephethxLoser

Wo-ho-ho! This is what I'm talking about when I mentioned how I wanted to see more about the characters, and I have to say I'...

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Timmy blinked. As the retinal burn faded, he tried to figure out what the light could've been. A simple "old man" ornament wouldn't have glinted so brilliantly, and he was sure Mr. Bumbry wouldn't have kept jewellery on display... As the boy thought about it more and more, he became more and more curious. He pushed himself up from off the floor and crouched carefully. He then shuffled over to the window to the side of the door. He paused for a moment. Should he really be creeping round? Peering into windows and nosing around the place? Yes he should, he decided... He'd likely lost his job anyway because of the old man; what else could he do t

Golden Curtain

by *Whothehellisthat

Okay. Things have gotten more intense I see, and from the look of things, I'm gonna have to stay tuned to find out what's goi...

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