75,000 View Special

75,000 View Special

The moon illuminated the path in front of me, and I knelt down so I could get a better look at the creature who stood frozen several paces before me. It was white and furry, probably soft, too, with big, round eyes that reflected the moonlight, and a cute puff ball for a tail. The creature also had long white ears, perked straight up. I’d seen rabbits my entire life, but I had never gotten so close to one before.

The closest I had ever gotten to a rabbit was whenever I gazed out the window and one just happened to be in the yard. How often I used to gazed out the window, unfortunately, was a lot. Over the past six months, however, that changed. I grew more determined to achieve the thing I desired most in the world.

I wanted to feel the sun on my face, my arms, my legs…my skin. I didn’t want to only have to read about what the sun felt like. I wanted to experience it. I didn’t want to have to rely on solely blood for my survival. I wanted to eat all the amazing foods Dad and Thistle gushed about. I didn’t want to be immortal. I didn’t want to be a vampberry. So, six months ago, I decided that I would stop sitting around feeling sorry for myself if there was something I could do about my condition.

I set out on a quest to become mortal. I didn’t know if such a thing was possible, but…if I had forever to figure it out.

From what little I understood, rabbits were timid creatures that would run away if anything came too close to them, but this rabbit did not run. It stayed paralyzed in front of me, its heartbeat going off the charts. My throat had an automatic response to the sound of the heartbeat, straining itself with the desire to taste the rabbit’s blood, even though I had already fed earlier tonight.

I had never gotten control over my thirst. Not completely, anyways.

But I was determined not to hurt this rabbit.
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False Assumptions

False Assumptions

“Here’s a toast,” Bay started, and all the side-conversations and laughter faded away as everyone in the room turned their attention to him. Once he knew he had everyone’s attention, Bay raised his plastic cup, and the nectar inside sloshed over the side of the cup and landed on the floor with a splash, but nobody besides me paid attention to it. Everyone was waiting for him to continue, and once I looked up to meet his eyes, he smirked. “Here’s a toast to Nova here for alerting us to the fact that the rainbowing Shamrock Plaza was on fire. You really are the town’s Golden Boy, aren’t you?”

As everyone around me began to raise their cups up as well, I felt a grimace trying to display on my face. I absolutely hated it when they called me that — Bay knew that — but it never seemed to stop them. No matter how many times I asked them to, they would never stop. Do one ‘heroic’ thing when you were younger and you get slapped with the title “Town Hero” or “Golden Boy”. The more I objected to my “title”, as they called it, the more they used it and called me humble. The less I objected to my “title”, the more they used it and called me arrogant and completely full of myself. There was no winning, so I eventually just accepted it. The “Golden Boy” was all I was going to be known as.

I bit the inside of my cheek and took a deep breath before I pushed myself off of the wall. “I wasn’t the only one who happened to be off-duty and there at the time of the start of the fire, Bay.” Continue reading

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Merry Christmas!

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to make a Christmas Special this year (which I sincerely apologize about) but I hope you have a great Christmas (if you celebrate it)! Happy Holidays! :]

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Gen 6 ~ Strawberry Clementine ~ Chapter Six

Chapter Six: A Helping Hand

As night fell, the vampberry’s irritation festered and grew until it consumed him.

He was waiting in the hills above the Moonbean Falls University campus, staring out into the fading light until it was safe enough for him to venture from his hiding spot deep within the trees. The trees provided just enough shade to keep him away from what was left of the sun’s rays, allowing his annoyance and hatred to grow in the darkness. He knew he could not trust mortals, he knew that from the beginning, but…why was he still surprised? The mortal he had employed obviously did not value his own life, for if he did, he would have brought the girl to the vampberry by now. It had been four months since the vampberry first came in contact with the mortal. Four months since he had sent the mortal to find Crimson Blood’s daughter.

Four months of absolutely nothing.

An infant mortal would have been able to accomplish more in four months than this worthless, pathetic, young “adult” mortal, the vampberry thought in disdain. He should have been expecting the mortal to come up empty handed. Mortals were useless, but, unfortunately, the vampberry needed one. He was still in the same predicament that he was in four months prior. Moonbean Falls University had a wide variety of females of red origin, and there was no way he could investigate all of them thoroughly himself. He had to be absolutely certain that he had the correct girl. If he did not, the plan would fall through.

And the plan could not fall through.  Continue reading

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Just One More Night (Part Two)

Slight trigger warning of abuse attached to this part. Nothing too graphic, but it is mentioned nevertheless. Please do not read if abuse is a trigger to you.

I detected the footsteps stomping down the stairs like a herd of buffalo before I heard his voice. “Hey, Dad, can I have an extra sandwich for lunch?”

My fingers froze where they were, in the middle of folding up his paper bag filled with lunch contents as my eyes flew up to meet his. Mantis stopped on the other side of the counter and leaned on it casually, a gleam of hope twinkling in his green eyes. His purple hair, the hair he inherited from me — the hair his mother tried to hide from her previous boyfriend — looked rather striking against the rest of his green features, and even though his hair was shorter than mine, it fell into his eyes constantly. And, like usual, it did so now as he was trying to judge my expression.

I smiled and shook my head, a laugh escaping from my mouth. “Still going through a growth spurt, sport?”

Mantis was always asking for more food for lunch for at least a month now. And, whenever he spent the night here, he would just scarf down his food like it was the only meal he had eaten that entire day. He also happened to be especially hungry after he came here from Gamma’s, but there was no evidence of her not feeding him. I stopped by her house early multiple times, and each time I stopped by, Mantis always was eating something. Besides, I think Gamma learned her lesson after that last custody hearing.

Hopefully.

“I guess,” Mantis shrugged, “so….can I?”

“Of course,” I said.

Luckily, I still had the things I needed still out, so I began working on his other sandwich right away.

“Have you heard from your brother lately?” I asked him.  Continue reading

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Just One More Night (Part One)

Just One More Night (Part One)

“Hey…Slate?” My friend Pan’s voice interrupted the concentration I had focused on finishing my drink, and I flicked my eyes towards him, without ever allowing my lips to leave the cool glass as I raised my eyebrows, giving him my attention. His hands were wrapped around his nectar glass like he wanted nothing more than to take a sip of it, but his eyes and his short attention span were trained on something behind me. “Isn’t that your psycho ex-girlfriend?”

Not really thinking anything of it, since Pan was notorious for trying to get a reaction out of me, I finished what was left in my glass before I set it down and said, “Yeah, okay, idiot.”

I doubted that Gamma would come to a place like this — she knew it was where my friends and I hung out, and we weren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment. Even just thinking her name stirred my unsettled anger towards her, but I didn’t get too worked up over it.

Pan shot me a look before he looked over my shoulder once again. Huh, my mind said, he looks pretty convinced. I found myself rolling my eyes and, despite my doubt, I turned around in my chair to humor Pan. I scanned behind me for only a moment or two before I started to turn back towards Pan to call him a moron again when I froze.

The contents of my stomach — which contained a burger and some fries from a while ago — sloshed around, and a cold, numbing feeling spread throughout my entire body. I would recognize that petite figure of hers anywhere.

My ex-girlfriend, Gamma Rae, actually was in this bar, several feet behind where I sat.  Continue reading

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Just Curious

I apologize in advance because this is nothing update/special related, but I was just extremely curious about which generation has been your favorite so far. I was figuring that, since we’re halfway through, now would be the perfect time to ask. I also believe it’ll help me…gather some insight, so to speak. :]

If you would also be willing, if you do vote for your favorite, could you also possibly respond in the comments (or elsewhere if you prefer) about why that generation was your favorite?

Thank you!

 

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