She could be like the wind, a wandering shadow invisible to any who would take the bother of even glimpsing outside at this time of night. But tonight she would be herself.
Title: “RUN”
Author name: KyoMono
Author email: saintbelial@gmx.de
Category: drama
Sub Category: racism / neonazism
Summary: Me, my sister and her boyfriend were hunted by neonazis.
He was running from something. What he was running from, he had no idea. All he knew was that he supposed to run and he was doing just that. He was too afraid to look back and see what was chasing after him.
"Isn't that list supposed to be alphabetical? Then why is Pegasus Seiya on top of it? By my last count, 'p' was the 16th letter of the alphabet."
"Athena wrote the list. She's the Goddess of Wisdom, and obviously she commands the alphabet, too."
Untitelted
Dark soldiers in the night,
A white child shined bright,
Black blades sensed its sway,
First white blossoms fayed away,
Bleeding eyes sought the light,
The soldiers prepared to fight,
Glaring guardians reflected in his face,
The death came to
In diesem One-Shot denkt eine jung Frau über ihr Leben nach und stellt fest, das eine einzige Lüge ist. Nun hat sie zwei Möglichkeite. Und keine ist besonders angenehm.
Sad Bride...
Da stand sie nun vor ihrem großen Spiegel.
One day I didn't know why, I felt unhappy about something, or better said, about someone.
I was on my way home, suddenly I stopped.
My eyes, who couldn't withstand these feelings, began to fill themselves with tears.
I don't know if it was love at first sight,
but all I remember is you smiling bright,
the first day we met a few years ago,
and still you don't care about me - I know.
Safety Net
They had fought. Again.
And yet she couldn't help worrying about him. He had hidden in his attic the whole day, not even caring for tea once. It was unusual and alarming.
Two weeks had gone by since Red John had changed the rules.
Whining despairedly Sisen managed to push his boyfriend back into the living room and closed the door until only half of his high-coloured face could be seen. “Give me at least five minutes, Mr. Impatient and I’ll show you pleasure, damnit.”
There was a lone person sitting in a well-lit room. It was a richly furnished chamber but still managed to maintain a modest air. Only the low hum of a ventilator running broke through the stifling silence.