|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Swing DanceIn the wee morning hours when the last Unmentionables have slunk into the dark for whatever serves them as home, a small thin figure stands in a mostly silent building. Moonlight covers him. From here, the whimpering of the cellars cannot be heard.
Stop-go-coast, a clicking stick rises in a bony hand. The orchestra holds its breath.
Now. Downbeat, uptempo. May I? Ah, my dear, youdance... divinely.
The steps are broken and the arms are unevenly strung; but somewhere there are marble floors, silver earrings and twinkling velvet sky, where soles sliding across stone leave no flakes of blood behind.
Johnny Faust: an excerptChapter 6
Mephistopheles Explains It All
"Okay," Johnny said after dessert, when Margot had reluctantly gone home and the rest of the family was watching a movie he'd already seen. "Now you explain."
As he had mostly expected, Mephistopheles faded up from nothing, sitting balanced on the footboard of his bed. He was swinging his feet, quite unruffled, and for a moment Johnny could imagine he was just another kid; a classmate maybe, or a friend come over after school to work on a project.
Except Johnny had never had any friends to speak of, and any peers who'd ever sat on his bed before had gotten there through the door. For a moment he wondered if he was going insane.
"Oh, hardly," said Mephistopheles dismissively. "Believe me, I've had to deal with much worse. You are refreshingly normal."
Johnny started. "Are youreading my mind?"
"After a fashion." The boy inspected his tie idly, discovered a nearly-invisible fleck of lint and flicked it away with a small grimace. "Don't worry,
A Forever Summerpercy wasted time with me today
at least that is what annabeth said
but she was smiling so probably it does not count
we saw central park
it was full of lots of different people and no monsters but plenty of birds instead
(not scary pigeons with bronze beaks)
we saw matt sloan in central park
he tried to hurt percy so i rolled him down a hill
with plenty of rocks and trash
and he shouted f*ck you retarded meathead
without the little star but i will not repeat it since the actual word is not polite
but percy just laughed and said lets go big guy
we had ice cream and burgers and cotton candy
i did not get sick
cyclopes have good digestion
i do not know about percy
mostly we ran around like happy crazy people
but the best part
we were tired and lay in the grass in a quiet place
looked up at the sky
and i would have felt warm even without the sun shining
because someone very special to me was close enough to reach with my hand
it was a safe feeling
and a forever feeling
A Game of Dolls and PrincessNobody much ever came to the old gray edifice. It sat alone in its shadowed corner of the city, mouldering and glowering like a child that even other children have learned to avoid, innocent as they are. Only vines ever dared to clasp its cold, blackened bones. When the wind blew, it sheared through the decaying teeth of the ruin walls like the hollowness of a hangman's noose. No one went there.
Yolanda liked it that way.
Ever since the castle had become hersas was, of course, her right as eldest of the Yewbeams, wasn't it?she had been left alone. The unendowed had been just intelligent enough (after a few pathetically failed attempts) to allow her free reign within the walls of what used to be Bloor's Academy. As long as she stayed inside the property, nothing could touch her; as long as she locked herself away, she was free.
Yolanda liked it that way. At least, she didn't mind. What cared she for the world outside? Too fast, too impatient, too raucous: a child's world, a
Amos Byrne: warming up
He isn't dead when they find him in the ruin. Not yet.
He is bodily hauled off like so many pounds of bruised, oozing potatoes, dosed with potion after nostrum after foul-smelling mess. They wait for him to heal, some impatiently because they need the extra hand, some grimly with more maroon thoughts of vengeance in their head than light-blue thoughts of concern, some out of a slightly dented sense of loyalty: the Piminy Street gang may be an arcane bunch, but they look out for their own.
Amos whimpers and slurs in his steaming fever (the irony escapes few), and the bedsheets run cerise with licks of matchstick fire that constantly scorch until Dolores begins soaking the linen in ice water before changing it. Sometimes she has to pour water directly over him. It steams. The undershirt man jests that Miss Slingshot fancies the arsonist. She slaps him.
A week he lies in this near-coma. And when his eyes open seeing more than the tortured visions of blazing trees and white manes, no one i
The Baby of the GroupIch bin zu Hause!
As he does every night, Francis runs to the door the way none of the other vampires do. As he does every night, Riley derides him for it, hurling a quip after his back: Goin' to welcome papa home, Frannie?
Even though it stings-- as it does every night-- Francis lets it pass. He doesn't care if Riley thinks he's a baby. Riley, with his rough hands and scarred face and chipped fangs. He sees resignment, disgust, incomprehension on the faces gathered in the front hall, but he doesn't care what any of the other vampires think. As long as it makes Lord Geier happy, Francis is happy. He likes being the youngest, the newest.
Ah, schatzchen, calls Lord Geier as the door swings shut. Francis doesn't even have to look to know he's grinning. I brought us all zomezink. Vould you like to be virst to zee?
I w-want my k-kiss first, says Francis daringly, jogging up with arms ready to fold around his master's neck.
Greedy, Lord Geier teases, but he spares an arm, hefti
TKW:Night-Visits on Piminy St.The pictures that flitted through the heads that slept on Piminy Street were rarely pleasant ones at least general consensus would not have called them pleasant and wildly variant, as even a single person's dreams from night to night tend to be.
Tonight was different.
The sleeping sorcerers tossed and turned in their beds, troubled by the sounds and feelings of a city in turmoil. Their heads were filled with strangely elating chaos, with familiar faces the Endowed of the city here and there swimming to the surface.
And then he came to them. A tall cloaked man, his sweeping mane shadowing his face in ebony, a sword like fear and midnight in his hand. He spoke to them, called by name. He knew their Endowments, their goals. He poured sweetness and promises of power into ears starved of kind words.
Who are you? they all asked.
I am thy king, he answered.
At #8 Dolores Slingshot sat bolt upright in her cheap brass bed, bony bosom heav
TKW: Investigating the RuinBenjamin was antsy. He knew it was really nothing to do with him and that his parents would have whatever the situation was under control, but the forbidding image of the Academy loomed in his mind's eye. He was restless and distracted, and at last nerves prompted him to blurt:
"Charlie, let's go up to your school and see what happened."
Charlie glanced up, surprised. "Bloor's? Why? I thought you didn't like it."
"I just want to see how Mum and Dad are doing. I'm curious about what's happened, anyway. Aren't you? I mean, it's your school."
Charlie laughed a little derisively. "Are you kidding? I get enough of that place five days and nights a week. It's a guarantee that I'll hear about it in the next three days. Besides, do I really want to know? I bet it's something that spells bad news for me."
Ordinarily, Benjamin would have agreed wholeheartedly. But today he itched to know what was going on at Bloor's. It was unexplainable; he just felt as though the right place for
TKW: A Plan"Hello? Olivia? Hello! Earth to Vertigo!"
Olivia jumped severely and somewhat guiltily. She was vaguely aware that the others had been talking around her over some kind of plan, but she had been too busy staring at Asa Sid to notice. It was amazing how much he'd changed in looks, at least. He no longer resembled a crazed rag-bag; the stylish, well-groomed figure before her was a new man (of course, that was the point).
Actually, he was pretty hot now.
Olivia wrested her brain away from daydreaming. "Sorry. You were saying?"
Tancred sighed theatrically, but he didn't really seem put out. "OK. The plan is, we sneak onto the Academy grounds and get a look at the damage ourselves. Emma will be our eye in the sky to alert us if there's danger, and you are supposed to think up some illusion to shield us. Good enough?"
"No. I've never put an illusion on a person before! How do you know it'll work?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something! You're a smart girl!"
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More