Welcome to our happy ship: Chapter two by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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Welcome to our happy ship: Chapter two
Jodie followed her sister towards the bus stop, still glancing back behind her at the house. 'It's just an old house..' She thought to herself. 'Old houses make noises.'
But she still had this nagging feeling.
Jodie shook her head and looked forward, trying to push the feeling from her mind. As they approached the stop, Jodie and Melody saw a large group surrounding a single person, and Melody, who had suddenly taken an interest in being a part of the 'in' crowd since moving, picked up her pack to join the group while Jodie merely lingered, never having felt comfortable in large groups, even as a child. She glanc
Welcome to our happy ship: Chapter one by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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Welcome to our happy ship: Chapter one
Jodie Silvers stumbled out of bed, squinting into the darkness. An old TV sat in the corner of the room, it's screen flickering with static. Old music was emitted softly from the speakers, so low that Jodie had to stand there and listen for a few minutes just to figure out if it was real or not. A pang of nostalgia hit her chest, though she had no idea why. She couldn't recall having ever heard the music before. Then again, Jodie hadn't completely woken up yet, so what did she know.
The bedroom door slammed open, causing Jodie to jump slightly. Her older sister, Melody Silvers, stood in the doorway with a scowl on her face. "Go
The Forgotten Series: Present 5 by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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The Forgotten Series: Present 5
The water was freezing, and Ophelia couldn't find the way up, no matter which way she swam. It was filling her lungs, and they were throbbing painfully, as though they were about to burst. Even though she should be panicking, Ophelia found herself thinking of something...only slightly on topic.
Wasn't there some weird singer who wrote a song about drowning that she used to obsess over? It was based off of someone...a french girl...who was pulled out of a well, still smiling, who was never identified..
L'Inconnue de la Seine...
The unidentified girl of Seine...
Ophelia wondered if that would be her. The unidentified girl of...wherever she
The Forgotten Series: Present 4 by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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The Forgotten Series: Present 4
Arsenic Lite her Clove Cigarette and took a puff, tapping her foot as Abyss rummaged through the kitchen pantry like she told him to, looking for a bag of salt. In her free hand was a hair clip, shaped like a butterfly that seemed to be made out of amethyst, like that rose Markus had found, only a lighter shade, and mixed with what looked like Apache tears. It was like a prep had tried to sit there and turn goth.
Disgusting.
And also magical. There was some sort of power in it, a bad one, and any Pagan would know what to do in a time like that. They had to cleanse it, so, once Abyss moved his slow ass and got the salt, Arsenic ripped the ba
The forgotten series: Present 3 by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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The forgotten series: Present 3
Forgotten: Present 3
Once the sun had gone up Ophelia, Markus, Abyss and Arsenic were sitting in the garden as Dmitri paced in front of them.
"I can't believe." He muttered, shaking his head. "I mean, brining strangers into the castle after midnight, and then making up some mysterious intruder as last ditch effort to get out of trouble?" He shook his head, sighing. "If it were just Markus and his friends I could understand, but you, Ophelia?" Her father ran a hand through his graying blonde hair. "I expected better."
Ophelia remained silent, staring at her lap. She would have objected, would have told him that she was only downstairs becau
Pokemon: Journey to the past by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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Pokemon: Journey to the past
"The Charmander ran through the snow, her tail barely flickering as her once loyal companion went after her, his cheeks swelling as he readied his water gun attack. She let out a piercing shriek as something hard hit her, slicing three deep gashes into her arm. It was Charazard of team ACT. He swooped down, acting as of he were to attack again, but this was merely a distraction. The poor, helpless Charmander let out one last cry as Squirtle shot his water gun into her back, causing her to fall off the cliff, and down, down, down, crashing through the ice that covered the lake below, where her flame finally ceased, and she died."
Marni Collin
The forgotten series: Present 2 by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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The forgotten series: Present 2
Ophelia turned over in bed and stared at the rose, which was now resting on her bedside table. It glowed slightly and kind of gave her the creeps. She almost regretted not letting Arsenic keep it.
ALMOST.
But hell would freeze over before she would give anything else to that freak wannabe. Arsenic already had Markus, that traitor, and had been allowed to come to the vacation, which pretty much ruined the whole trip for Ophelia.
No. Arsenic was not getting anything else from her.
Ophelia sat up and took the rose, shoving it under her bed where it would hopefully be forgotten again. It didn't make her feel any better though. For the time be
Forgotten: Present 1Gardenia by MistressoftheRoses, literature
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Forgotten: Present 1Gardenia
Forgotten: Present 1
Gardenia castle was beautiful. One of the largest in Ireland, sitting against the Celtic sea and facing Cork county. Numerous towers shot up from it, some of them as tall as Disney lands tower of terror. The back half sloped into the sea, drowning most of its once proud gardens, and much of the dungeon. These areas were, of course, off limits to Ophelia and Markus Adonis and their friends. Yet there Markus stood, at the top of the dungeon stairs with his friends Amy 'Arsenic' Aconite and Eric 'Abyss' Begonia standing behind him.
"Well?" Arsenic asked, jabbing Markus in the back with one of her pointed black nails. "Aren'
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