Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
86. Seeing RedThe entire time Carson has known him, Aaron has worn glasses. From what Carson has seen, the frames are always blue (Carson's pretty sure that's been Aaron's favorite color since birth), and they are always top of the line. Even as a child, Aaron was vain enough to brag about them. When Carson first met Aaron, when they were only five, he had never seen glasses beforenot on anyone he cared about, at leastso the spectacles absolutely fascinated him, much to Aaron's disdain.86. Seeing Red by jstar1223
It was because he didn't understand them, Carson's pretty sure. Aaron told him that they helped him see; that he was far-sighted, so sometimes reading would give him terrible headaches that the glasses would prevent. This didn't mean much to Carson, however. It just meant Aaron had something he didn't, and he wanted them.
So he stole them on a regular basis.
'Stole' was probably too malicious a word. It turned into a game for the two of them: Carson tried to snatch the spectacles, and Aaron did his best t
100 Themes - Citric AcidIt had already been a tiring day when he had accepted the request to hide Gwen away. It had been even more of a tiring day when he had had to keep her curious nose and clumsy fingers out of his work. It had been a tiring night when he had caved to her requests to order pizza, and it had been a tiring morning when he had found her in the kitchen, hurriedly hiding her tears away before biting into an orange. Saer scowled at her, and Gwen scowled right back. It was going to be another tiring day, but for different reasons than a petulant hormonal sixteen-year-old air-witch hiding from a pard of wereleopards and their vampire master.100 Themes - Citric Acid by Junisra
One of those tiring reasons was that Zeerusi and Kilmarron were supposed to be back by now.
“Skorth was right, you never do smile,” Gwen remarked from the counter. The magitect snorted at her, but moved into the kitchen. It was one of the few rooms in the house that had miraculously escaped his erratic brand of e
71. ObsessionAbout nymphs, I know without fails71. Obsession by Diluculi
You have probably heard countless tales
Already, so why should you hear mine?
What could I possibly refine?
Now I'm not Ovid, I admit
(Would be sev'ral cent'ries late for it)
But stay and listen to my story
I promise you won't be sorry.
Let me tell you not about love
Surely you know enoug tales thereof
So how about obsession instead
And a night painted crimson red?
Once upon a time it began
When during a full moon night a man
Could not rest in Morpheus's arms
He wandered off under sev'ral charms.
Not awake he followed the trail
Laid to his feet by Selene, the pale.
Into the mountains she guided him
Where the world was so rough and grim.
The feet left bloody stains behind
Tracks which an Oread did then find.
She follwed them to the mountain's top
Where finally the man did stop.
The mortal man she did pity
So alone and far from his city
Caught in this obsession for the moon
Unaware his feet turned maroon.
The nymph thought and worried her brain
100 Themes - Urban100 Themes - Urban by Junisra
Following a dragon through the skyscraper-mottled skies of the city should have been easy. Kyndar was by no means small after all, and his scales were a searing white against the urban scenery, where steel, concrete and glass claimed the majority of the landscape. Despite that however, Kyndar was an adept flyer and had several advantages that Malanek hadn’t really thought he would have, chief among them being a greater wingspan. When he vanished behind one building, leaving the demon’s view for an instant as he fought to catch up, he seemed to be further ahead by the time the demon had swung around the same building.
Escaping wasn’t on Kyndar’s plan however; both of them knew it. Malanek had marked him for death, though the demon hadn’t realized that it wouldn’t be any easy feat at the time; Kyndar was no mere human in love with his pure maiden. Somehow the jackass had fooled them all; he was magical, powerful, and could
Her BirthdayShe was perfect.Her Birthday by GentlemanAnachronism
But then, that was hardly surprising. He had created her to be.
In scientific terms, she was a marvel of genetic engineering. A manmade wonder, harbinger of a new line of beings who were more than superhuman - they could hardly be called anything resembling human at all. Humans were weak, unreliable, prone to disease and unprofitable mutation. They were slow, practically deaf and blind when compared to any other predator, lacking a sense of smell strong enough to be of any use, lacking the claws and teeth to bring down an enemy when unarmed, lacking and deficient in almost every respect. Soft. Pathetic. Breakable. Prone to unwanted emotion.
She was perfect.
She had not been so when he started work, of course. He had wanted an existing model to base his improvements on, not a test-tube grown creature, and she had fit the bill for that quite admirably. So had many others, at the beginning, but the experiments and augmentation had proven all but her defecti
03 -LightGlistening through the window pane,03 -Light by SarahAurelie
I try to keep my eyes shut,
covering my head.
Something forces me up,
eyes wide open,
Some days, I wish it wouldn't.
#44- Two Roads#44- Two Roads by leangreenlimabean
So, you and Sam, huh?" he said after a few awkward moments of silence, his warm brown eyes unusually cold. I glanced at him, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, suspicious.
"I don't know, I just thought I'd be a little harder to get over than that." His tone was light, but I could sense the layers of hurt underneath. He'd been hoping that I would still be pining for him. I clenched my fists angrily. How dare he? He was the one that left me, not the other way around!
"It wasn't really that hard," I replied coolly, and he grimaced visibly, as if someone had hit him.
"Does he even know what you are? A Selkie?" Milo accused. I gritted my teeth. I knew what game he was playing. "I mean, you can't have a relationship with someone when you're keeping secrets. Not a real one, anyway. It's just a cop out."
That did it. I rounded on him, jabbing my finger at his chest. "You're one to talk, Milo! You have no right to just come waltzing back here, expecting me to fall into your arms again, after you
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