Scyillon

The year was 1623 when pirates raided your small town on the eastern coast of Nova Scotia.  You remembered that morning well.  Fog stretched over the sea-scape as the sun rose gently in the distant horizon at, what you assumed to be, around 5:45 am.  Waves lapped at your feet as you stood on the beach at such an ungodly hour.  Why on Earth were you out there anyway?  Well a man in your dream told you that he was coming, of course!  Harboring gleaming green eyes that challenged you to disobey his orders, you could have sworn he looked into your soul.  And dare you say he was actually quite handsome in his white shirt and brown breeches? Yes.

Time has a unique way of changing people. It could be for better or for worse. Time has the affinity for changing an entire personality in very little time, reshaping an individual’s entire perspective. Time could change everything about someone, no matter how determined and set in their ways they may be. Time is steady and constant, and no one has ever been able to escape its wholesome power. Time cannot be rewritten, and will continue its course no matter the paths taken to avoid it. Fucking birds. A knife flew through the air, hitting the curtain and effectively making the room flood with darkness again. The brunette turned, digging

You were walking into first grade, terrified. Kindergarten was all fun and games, mostly, but this was serious. You were in a multiage class with some older kids this year. What if you couldn’t make any friends? You decided to talk immediately to the first person that caught your eye, to at least forge a half ways decent friendship by lunchtime. There was a kid with a small yellow bird you thought was cute, and you almost went over to him to see it, but he turned around and you saw his red irises. Immediately you thought Vampire! and scurried off somewhere else. There was a boy with a small sheet tied around his neck yelling about being

He stretched out his hands, letting the tips of his fingers; inquisitives as they were on the icy night, to prove of the flakes swirled in the snowstorm, stealing his temperature with every new touch. He shivered under a cold that was nothing but himself. But can’t the winter yearn for warmth? Taking a bottle out of one of his pockets, he closed his eyes as the alcohol ravished his mouth. The bottleneck, dry and frozen with the winter, stole bits of his flesh with every sip he took. Not that he cared for that. The vodka was spreading like wildfire on his guts, but that was fire of make-believe, a badly told lie, wrapped in the torpor of

You groaned and sighed, turning over in your bed and burying your face in the plushy pillow, which you were all to reluctant to leave. The shrill, annoying tone of the alarm clock pierced through the room, and your peaceful sleep, making you crankier than ever. Of course, it didn't help that you had the worst pain blooming in your lower stomach. Great. Just what you needed. Turning over, you groaned loudly and slapped the alarm clock with a rather audible "WHAM" in hopes of killing the offensive device. Sadly, all you did was hit the radio button. With a cross between a growl and a groan, you tapped around the top of the little black radio

A/N: Kinda of a flash back chapter. It's basically gonna show you how EJ feels about you and what not. ENJOY~ Your heart started to hammer against your chest as Jack creeped closer to the bottom of your window. You thought about rushing downstairs to tell your parents or at least scream for help , but you were frozen in silent fear. You lost sight of him once he reached the bottom of your window. You heared a shuffle , as if someone was climbing and then you saw him. He looked exactly the same as he did the last time you saw him. Same bluemask. Same dark bottomless 'eyes' , but there was something diffent about him. He was literally shaking