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Things became very difficult after Arson told me what he had done. I was really lonely in the bed but I knew that I wouldn't be able to feel safe if he was with me. Not right now anyway. When we got up to go to work we averted our eyes from each other, using quipped sentences to greet each other but nothing homey… nothing that got us into a conversation. It went on for a week or so when I was lying in bed one night, reading a book when I heard the bathroom door creak open and the shower turn on. I looked at the time and saw that it was midnight. What was Arson doing taking a shower at that time of night? I shook my head though and decid

I finally finished cleaning the whole house! I was so excited about it looking so pretty that I didn't hear the door open until it slammed closed. I whipped around and saw Arson walking in. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked, walking into the kitchen where he was unloading something. It had been about a week since he was shivering in bed. He was still cold most of the time but not as bad. I had taken my pillow fort down (if nothing else because it was a hassle to sleep on two pillows) and allowed Arson to snuggle up next to me. Henry said that body warm was better for him and I allowed only snuggling; nothing that would arouse anything between

We're born a thousand generations, to a slate that's never clean, Living life without forgiveness, carrying baggage that's not ours. From the sins we cannot fix, paid by things we can't provide, Try and fight just to be right, but never love to make it right. From the books that we've been given, paint a picture of a side, but it's not right and it's not fair, when they hid the price the others paid. From death in hatred, slavery, from genocide to tyranny. The worlds always victim to, the men who hold the power. They tell us how to think, and they won't let us live for free. From chains to debts, and misery, They try to own us anyway. So

Ariella: Hello, all and welcome to Gothic radio, home of all your Gothic and Vampire needs! I'm your host, Ariella. Today, we have a very special guest! Here with us today is a real, live Vampire! Please welcome Constantine Devonshire to the studio with us today! Ariella: Could you tell me a bit more about yourself? Maybe your age? Constantine: I was born into a clan of Vampires. Erm, some may say family, but we call ourselves a clan due to how many creatures we adopt. When I say creatures, I mean, like, Werewolves and Enchanted Gargoyles. Ariella: Really? That's quite amazing! Constantine: Yes, my mother and father started the clan. But,

Eventually the SCP truck made it to its destination. The men showed no fear unloading the creature inside the big metal containment suit, making it impossible for it to move. “Well?” One of the men was eager to get the creature into a cell before it could escape. “Go! Let’s get it out of here!” The other men obeyed quickly, trying their hardest to not show fear. But the creature knew it was all there, he could just smell it. The cell door closed with a loud clang. The creature in the large containment suit was furious, yet amused all at the same time. “Stupid humans, you really think you can imprison me?

“You!” Laughing Jack’s eyes widened. “Me.” Jeff was standing on top of Jack’s prison suit. Jack hadn’t even noticed that he came in through a window that was above his suit. “What are you doing up there? ...And why do you look so... Clean?” Jeff smiled. “What do you mean by ‘clean’, Jack?” he asked. “I mean... you look like you have a business or something. You look like you shower, now.” “You still have a way of amusing me, Jack.” Jeff laughed. “And I DO have a business, I work in a toy shop.” Laughing Jack stared at him for

Jeff awoke with a start to hear a large truck rumble by his toy shop. He quickly scrambled out of bed as he noticed the label on its side... “What could the SCP Foundation be doing now?” Jeff thought aloud, curious. “I wonder what they caught...” “Jeff! Jeff! Come down!” Molly’s little twinkling-bell voice echoed from the shop downstairs. The tired toymaker hurried downstairs. “Yes, Molly?” He asked. “What was that truck that just passed by?” Molly looked afraid. “It’s nothing to be afraid of, dear.” sighed Jeff, stroking her red hair. He looked up at the

Chapter 13: What Lurks in the Heart "Still no contact," Fredrick grumbled as he listened to the static in his miniature radio embedded in his ear. "Guess I have to wait again..." After the bungled raid at the Blast Zone, Fredrick had several options presented to him. The first thing he could have done was try and escape, but that would put all of the focus on him and with a large chunk of the NYPD on Sheol's pocket, the chances of Fredrick successfully pulling that off without being riddled with holes were not good. The second thing he could have done was take Keiichi hostage and use him as a bargaining chip, but with so many witnesses and a