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The Companion Piece by Amorius, literature

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The Companion Piece

The Queen had not been alone for long. After suffering heavily from the destruction of her Kingdom, her deadly throne, and the loss of her powerful title, as well as the betrayal of her Jester, she had wandered alone through neighboring villages. Some of the residents may have recognized her, but if they did, they didn't say say anything, instead keeping their eyes averted. It was not wise to look a fallen Queen in the eye. The once-Queen, simply Eleria now, thought she had realized what she was doing to people. She thought that the Jester had taught her a lesson, and she thought she was done playing with people's heart strings, plucking the

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Games by Amorius, literature

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Games

“That guy is taking forever…” “Well, that guy has been on my game for well over an hour, now. So I wouldn’t be complaining.” “But look at the way he holds his gun, he’s like a sissy.” I watched her as she glanced to the guy I was referring to on the ground floor. He held the gun up close to his face with his arms bent awkwardly, portraying laziness rather than skill. It bothered me that he wasn’t holding it with proper form, and it bothered me that he was taking so long on the machine. “It’s only a game, Sin.” the raven haired girl glanced back at me. Her silvery

Never Again by Amorius, literature

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Never Again

Have you ever wondered why vampire movies usually have raves? My theory is that since vampires don’t have beating hearts they are attracted to the loud bass that emanates from the music usually being played in one. It pounds through your chest which is a feeling like no other. The closest feeling is that of a beating heart. At least, this is why I attend raves. It just so happened that my favorite nightclub, The Castle, was hosting one tonight and I had decided to go. My companion, Tetra, wasn’t really one for dancing and instead opted to nerd-out on her computer game. Since we vampires don’t need sleep all that much, she co

Breakfast by Amorius, literature

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Breakfast

Lights… Pillow… Let me sleep. It felt too early for the sun to be up, as if no sleep at all had been gained and I had just closed my eyes a second ago. I buried myself deeper into the pillows trying to block out the light. Opening one eye after a second, I peered at the clock on my nightstand. 4:37. Wait, its way too bright for it to be 4:30 AM. The sun rises at 6:10 or so. What the hell? I sat up quickly and gasped as a mirror image of myself stood at the end of my bed. She smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgment. My twin had bright red hair that hung to her shoulders and was decked out in black. Her boots, her shirt, h

Lost and Found by Amorius, literature

Literature

Lost and Found

And one day she was gone. She left not a trace behind her or any tell-tale sign that she was gone. Not a message to her friends, no status update on any networking site. It was as if she simply vanished. Vanishing seemed possible, as when I entered her house, it looked like she hadn't even left. A plate of unfinished food on her table, a can of soda next to it. Music still floating in the air from the computer room. Of course, none of these things could tell me how long ago it was when she left. She sometimes left the house for hours like this, and when she came back sometimes she wouldn't even clean it up. It wasn't that she was a slob how

Cold Embrace by Amorius, literature

Literature

Cold Embrace

The fingers were like ice on her neck, making her breathing slightly labored. She tried to resist, but couldn't; they were too strong and freezing. She shivered, and a voice laughed at her. "Not too chilly, are you?" "No," she answered defiantly after a moment. He laughed and it sounded harsh and bitter. "Guess I'll lower the temperature..." "No, don't--" she started, and then mentally slapped herself for being so weak. This was not fun. "Hm, I'll ignore that." It sounded like he was grinning, and then the hands slid from her neck to her shoulders, down her arms and around her waist. She shuddered; she couldn't help it. The voice laughe

Only Human by Amorius, literature

Unsettling Revelations by Amorius, literature

Literature

Unsettling Revelations

I found more of his songs today. They were nestled in a small wooden box that he had made and given to me a long time ago. Looking back, I realize I had self esteem issues even then. I remember crying because of something that had happened, and I had tried to return my little wooden box to him, saying that I didn't deserve it. He was angry with me after that, and my memory fails me at what happened later. It angers me that he never dated his songs. Then again, he probably wrote them down so many times, revising and editing them (one of my habits) that he simply didn't feel like dating them. However, it's because he didn't date one particula

Obsession by Amorius, literature

Literature

Obsession

She looked left. She looked right. Up and down, in front of her and behind her. It had gone missing. Where was it?! Ginger didn’t panic just yet. But she wanted it. She needed it. She craved it. She had to have it. Where the hell did it go? She searched, her eyes scanning every little detail of the kitchen. The granite counters, the wooden cabinets with stainless steel knobs, the yellow and green cutting boards, and the Disney cup next to the coffee pot. It was nowhere to be found. She moved on to the next room, the unused dining room. No reason why it’d be there, but why not take a chance and look? Table… plates…

Falling by Amorius, literature

Literature

Falling

Can someone tell me why it is that your jacket is so much warmer than the heavy comforter lying on my bed? And can someone tell me why it is that I miss you so much more after our goodbyes have only just been said? Is there anyone who can tell me why it is that my heart grows heavy in my chest when I'm so close to you, listening to yours? Can you of all people tell me why it is that I feel so silly thinking this way as if you're going to leave me, and close the door? Can you tell me that you won't leave me? Can you promise me that you will stay? Usually I'm the one to leave someone... So why is it that I'm afraid and acting thi

Possession by Amorius, literature

Literature

Possession

She's got you wrapped around her finger Like a corsage around a wrist, And a hand around your throat Lips ready to be kissed. Chains will bind your ankles there's a sword pressed 'gainst your side, Her eyes are darting hungrily And there's nowhere left to hide. She'll find you in the dark Like a predator hunting prey, The big question is... Will you run or will you stay? You're ensnared by her vines And tangled in her web, A spider queen at work Your morals start to ebb. You're lost to her possession A pet you have become. She'll call you into the shadows And like a dog you'll succumb. She's got you just out of reach And