"Be betwixt to bequeath;
'twas a trick, not a treat.
The hands will not stop
nor shall they sway-
no mere halfie shall stand in their way."
⤟ Cassandra: her home is an asylum where all her sanity dies.
She hears and sees things that don't belong inside.
She taps away, fearful the world will stop-
For if the world quits, saving is something she just cannot.
⤠ Cass: in the midst of running away from the orphanage she grew up in. No one understands what it's like to be alone, and even if they wanted to listen, she couldn't tell them. For the world stills as she does. One move and it can send it crashing down like the sand in the hourglass.
".ʎɐʍ ɹᴉǝɥʇ uᴉ puɐʇs llɐɥs ǝᴉɟlɐɥ ǝɹǝɯ ou
-ʎɐʍs ʎǝɥʇ llɐɥs ɹou
doʇs ʇou llᴉʍ spuɐɥ ǝɥʇ
˙ʇɐǝɹʇ ɐ ʇou 'ʞɔᴉɹʇ ɐ sɐʍʇ,
;ɥʇɐǝnbǝq oʇ ʇxᴉʍʇǝq ǝq"
A L L O N E S A R E E V I L
Cressa-la seems to be an exception... until the incident. The return of the darkness that hunted her four years ago has only made it worse. There's a new enemy on the horizon, and she's worse than anything Damian could have been.
With her powers spiraling out of control and her body breaking down at a molecular level, can Cressa-la fend of what's trying to steal her heart, or will she succumb to the darkness suffocating her?
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S A M E N E S S
Nine months of sleep, three months of being awake, that's how the year goes for us. Half of us wake up tired and sore while all of us wake up smelling of either lotion or bleach. But during the nine month period of hibernation, I woke up.
And now I know why I always wake up sore and reeking of bleach.
SAMENESS. WHAT WE STRIVED FOR SO LONG TO ACHIEVE. BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE DESTINED TO BE DIFFERENT?
Humans have always strived for equality, for everyone to be treated equal. We finally reached the point of this harmony, this level of sameness--and everyone is happy. Many, many generations later.
But what happens when, in a wold of people knocked down and stood up to be exactly alike, a person wants to be different? What if they're destined to be unique in a world of strict equality?
One little girl, kidnapped at the age of five.
One angel, drifting away from the promised land.
Peregrine controls her nightmares, this angel, and he's taken a liking to manifesting fear and being in control. But when he learns of her predicament, his emotions attach to her and he is sent to find and save her. But there's something sinister controlling her now...
Zinnia was only five when the men came for her. She was a few hours older when the nightmares attacked. But there's something more to this constant slumber, something that will soon reside inside of her, and it's something only she can exorcize.
Can Peregrine, the Nightmare Dreamweaver, save her from the road she unwittingly tumbles down each day, or will she be fuel to the eternal fire burning beneath her feet?
Will Zinnia find strength and save herself, her eternity, and, possibly, the others that are like her? Or will she turn her back and crumble beneath the weight of evil residing inside her brain?
the vampire's carnival