Gothic - Page 4

Hello everyone welcome to part two. ok i am going to make a few things clear with out giving up too much of the story. first heath is not the all powerful person some of my readers think he is

Sister Monica Sister Monica had been out of the Convent that her parents had put her in for only two months when she went to her first job interview. She had been working on her Aunt's farm learning more about the world that she had left for three long years

Authors Note: Click my name up top ^^ up there ^^ to read previous Days :) DracMorair: THE SESSION IS TO BEGIN DracMorair: ((POST ENTRANCE (3+ lines) what world, what were you doing, what did you see when the rift appeared, what got you curious to walk through

“I don't know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids” -Robert Brault *** Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a cemetery at midnight, and both of them were afraid

right, so this is the first time i've posted to this group, i'm a guy in the latter half of my twenties, i guess i'm a "young professional", a keen sportsman blah blah ..and oh yeh, a donor.

I still remember how it all happened. It was one of the moments I will always remember for the rest of my life, nothing could take this memory away. I still remember every single detail as if it was still fresh in my mind

Mandy Wilson sat miserably in the passenger seat as her mother Carol's car followed the big removal lorry out of London. "Oh for heaven's sake, cheer up," exhaled the older woman. "Mandy, we're going and that's all there is to it

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places

Love Games: Fetish Baby It was just the two of them in the room. The two of them alone and secluded in a chamber where one’s desires were to be fulfilled yet also the very same place where all the dignity of the misfortuned victim will be swiped away

Although the desert sands stretch far Beyond the silent, pale horizon, Their immensity is as nothing To the new-born damselfly. For fear and anguish are to her unknown, Above the desert’s vastness all alone. - The Canticle of Menkeret

“Jeanne!” I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted. “Yes?” I called back. “Come down here a minute.” Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly

"We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.” -Francois de La Rochefoucauld *** Miranda turned to say something to Richard and saw that he wasn't there. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was

NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL STORY! Someone else wrote it. I took it and tweaked and edited it a little but it's not mine. It’s dark, I can’t see anything. My eyes are covered with something. I start to panic. I can’t move my arms or leg. They’re tied to the bed I lying on

Back in 1991, a baby girl was born at Mount Saint John’s General Hospital. Her name was Judy. Her parents were Dante and Saya. They were proud parents and loved Judy very much

“Your majesty? You called for me?” I asked as I entered the very small bedchamber, more suitable for a servant than the queen of Spain. “Ah yes. Please come in Christopher,” she said and patted the bed beside her