EnchantsRequiem

"Danny?" Vianna shook the boy. "What happened? Are you alive?" "He's dead." Xail approached the girl who jumped out of the way. "D..dead?" Her eyes grew wide and she moved away from the corpse. Looking at him and seeing the lifelessness in his eyes, she covered her mouth. Acting on impulse, her legs broke into a ran on their own and she darted for her home. "Wait!" the Shinigami called out with no result. She sighed. "Hnnn. Humans are troublesome." Her wings spread and she took chase after her. There was the sound of metal scratching metal as Vianna tried to get the key into the lock with shaking hands. It felt like a nightmare was unfold

Scritch. Scratch. Scritch. "Forty seconds and we'll see." A man sat at a desk, holding open an old yearbook. Black ink blotches crossed out some of the faces, others had a circle around them as if marked for something. "Two...one...zero." "His lifespan has disappeared." the woman standing behind his chair said. The eyes she had received at the cost of half her remaining life told her that the person in the photograph had run out of life. The man at the desk seemed pleased. "Good, this Note is genuine. Nice work, Shinigami." "Yez yez, thatz all well an good, right. You got my applez, good, right?" The nervous Shinigami Yaz, who literally

"How's this one look?" a girl stood in front of her two friends, twirling to show every angle of the new fashion clothes she was trying on. Her wavy brunette bangs hung out from under the cap she was wearing and behind the $140.00 pair of shades were her sparkling innocent brown eyes. Though she was slightly shorter than most of her friends, her figure was the subject of envy of most of the other undeveloped girls at Sunset Bay Middle School. Naturally tan skin boasted her Latino heritage. Vianna, her name, was embroidered into her bracelet. "Looks good on you, Via!" her friend Gabriella said, addressing her bu her nickname. "Gabi", as she c

This is more than another tale about the Notebooks of Death... Realm of the Shinigami March 12, 2116 "That will cost three apples, kuku." Ever since a Shinigami, Ryuuku, brought the food known as "apples" into the Shinigami Realm they had become something of a basic form of currency. In fact, Shinigami society had begun to change entirely. New interest in the Human World developed, and staged what some consider an evolution in Death God history. Though they had evolved beyond hunger, apples had a drug like effect on the almost immortal creatures. Few wise Shinigami even went so far as to import Human soil and began agriculture in the for

Prologue beep beep beep  "Nngh." Yagami Raito moaned as he turned from his sleep. Hazel eyes peered out from behind his neat brunette locks of hair to observe the digital clock ringing in his ear at the side of the bed. The sound of chains rattling intruded on the scene as the handcuffs around his left arm shifted with him, causing the messy black haired young looking man known as L in bed next to him to stir. L turned his head slowly and squinted out of one of his gray eyes.  "Yagami-kun. Please shut that thing off." L whispered in a somewhat grumpy tone. His facial expression showed displeasure from the rude awakening.  "I'm trying.

Yesterday my brother took me to Blockbuster! That may not sound too exciting, but it was fun to spend time alone with him. We made jokes on the tittles of movies as we strolled through all the aisles and in the end we didn't even end up renting a movie. That didn't bother me at all because it would've been no fun to watch it if Ayane was around anyways. And of course, it's not like I left empty handed. I got a box of Sour Patch Kids, Trawly Bright Crawlers, a tub of cotton candy, and a Strawberry fruit pop. Lai got himself the coconut one and we exchanged licks of each others every so often. Needless to say I was hyper that night. My sugar-h

I said I would do it and now I'm doing it. I'm leaving the tanning bed and I wonder where I want to go right now. "Setsuna! You can't just walk out." I guess my brother is following me. Maybe now is my chance to spend time with him? I doubt it but I'm willing to take a chance anyways. "Why not? There's nothing for me to do in there." I'm being as blunt as possible as one can see. While he's actually paying me attention I'm not going to let this chance slip pass me to let him see my lack of glee with the situation. "Well, why don't you get a tan." See my eyes rolling? "Because I have nice skin already. I'm real, unlike that woman who ever

Somewhere between twelve and one, not exactly certain since I haven't looked at a clock in a while and my cell phone isn't on me, and I'm sitting in one of the display chairs in Home Depot with my left elbow up on the arm of the chair with my White Chocolate Mocha from Starbucks suspending from my hand. With my right hand I'm gripping my dull pencil, hand shaking as I wipe sweat from my brow, over a clean sheet of paper as I engage in an all out epic struggle against the supreme arch literary nemesis: Writer's Block. Okay, I know, I overdramatized that a bit. But it sounded nice, right? Cool. Moving on. What do you expect? I'm sitting in HO