twisted-cheshire

Humming, that's what I hear.  It's not a melody kind of humming, but more like a humming in my head from something loud blasting past.  But of course, nothing passed.... I can feel only the cold metal pressing onto my back at first.  And slowly, I can feel my own limbs returning to feeling.  And the only thing I hear now, is the incoherent humming of voices. Where the hell am I, I thought as I finally began to come to.  The humming slowly turns into a conversation. "Can she hear us," someone new asks. "We don't know.  She's not responsive," the older man's voice from before stated. "What about her wounds," the newer voice asks. "She's h

Hello, my lovely people! So, I'm starting a new project...  *cheering* Anyway, I'll still be finishing up Bloodlust as I go along, but for now all fan fictions will be put on hold until I have time to actually sit and figure out what to do with them. However, unlike those, the POV changes a lot.  So, be aware of the different fonts within each section! Without further a do, here is another one! At one point or another in our lives, we try to recall the beginning of our chain of memories.  We all try to recall our first Christmas or our first time riding a bike.  But hardly ever do we actually remember any of that.  We learn pieces of it,

"So this is Para Carta," Kant said as we approached the large door of the city laying in front of us.  The walls stood as high as Nora's but were much more elaborate, looking like giant trees had melded together to make an impenetrable wall.  There was carvings on every inch of the wall.  Some of it was a language that only one kind spoke.  This is how you knew it was a Terr city.  A Terr was a classification for elves and fairies alike.  Para Carta was their home.  And here, they could practice their way of life freely.  Although they did have two representatives in the council, they had their own government here.  Usually, it was a sort of