Says the Magpie to the Morning Says the magpie to the morning, “You’re the one I want to see.”Says the Magpie to the Morning by ~IffyJr
Says the morning to the magpie, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“But I did,” says the magpie, “I waited oh so long. But the moment that you live in, it’s just—it felt so wrong!”
“But what,” says the morning, “is so wrong with when I live?”
“It’s not that!” says the magpie, “it’s that it’s focused on a whim.”
“What kind of whim is that?” says the morning to the bird.
“The kind that never moves; the kind that says the same faint word.”
“And what kind of word could that be?” says the morning to his friend. “What kind of word could it be, that causes such offends?”
“The kind I will not say to you,” says the magpie to the morn. “The kind I know will only cause fields
The Choosing of a King, Part 2The Choosing of a KingThe Choosing of a King, Part 2 by ~Daughter-of-Shadow
Warnings: People may swear. Welcome to life.
New York- One Year Later
Bang. Bang. Bang. Fists pounded on the door of an apartment.
"Oh, hold your horses! I'm coming!" The woman walked out of the back room and crossed to the door. She looked exhausted and older than really she was. Her light brown hair was streaked with grey and her skin was too dark for just a tan, hinting at her Maric ancestry. The woven leather loop hanging on the door confirmed it, protecting this house from evil. "Jeez, Marcus. I'm not that old yet you-" she stopped abruptly as she took in her visitors.
"Miss," the front guard demanded, "are you Ava Foster?" He was obviously in charge, his armor adorned with symbols of his rank. The other six or seven guar
May My Own Home Be My Gallows, PrologueMay My Own Home Be My Gallows
Serial killer Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter has been lifted to most wanted criminal in the world...
As the TV buzzed, a man, quite old in appearance stared intently at the screen. A cup of tea clasped between his fingers, he was rugged up in a warm grey fleece coat with a grey fedora hat casting a shadow over most of his face. Though a pair of bright blue eyes peaked from under the rim of his hat at the screen. His face twisted slightly at the mention of the name on the TV. As the show continued, his face became exasperated.
"It's Doctor Lecter" He muttered under his breath, a light grimace on his face. He looked at the television one last time before turning away and looking deeply into his mug. His startling blue eyes concentrating on the brown liquid and a small sigh escaped his lips. It has been around five months since his escape from Clarice Starling and he had been lying low. His eyes narrowed at his coff