Submission
He scanned the room searching for a victim, a hostage. I tried to make myself as small as possible yet somehow his eyes still found me.
“Hey you, in the suit” he called out, the fear I felt before was nothing compared to what I as feeling right now. My heart raced erratically as I pointed to myself hand shaking. I imagine I looked like a deer caught in headlights my eyes wide with fear.
“Yeah you, get over here” he waved me over with his gun hand. …

RINGGGGG Thank the gods its the bell thought Miyako, as she was saying thanks Headmistress Dawn Spire walked into the room. The headmistress had had to be one of the most beautiful vampires Miyako had ever seen. She was tall, almost six foot, with platinum blond hair and the body of a model you would never had guessed she was almost 400 years old! But she was, she was also she was one of the only reasons Miyako had decided to even go back …

“Ok, I can do this,” she told herself. It’s her first day back at Demontra Academy after her mental breakdown almost a year ago. She looked at herself in the mirror; she looked the same on the outside. She still had the same wavy black hair, the same strikingly blue eyes, and the same fair skin she’d always had. She was still five feet and five inches tall like all the girls she used to know, yet none of these things seemed to matter now. You would think that in a school full …

This is the the beginning of a on going story that will be updated every other week  written by co-written by Taylor Dark, Aaron Sutton, and Ashley Houston.
“Kill Her!”
How can this be happening

“Kill the blood sucking demon!”
Why did I let myself lose control?
It was almost midday, the sun would directly overhead soon, and she would be trapped under it. As a half vampire she wouldn’t burn immediately but after a few hours she would roast, a slow painful way to die. Miyako strained …

I recently read a book that took place in the 1800′s, and during it, a Soldier Henri wants to see if a man he killed had a heart, and when he saw it, it was blue.
So it inspired me to write this:
I feel warm, like summer, bubbles pulsating through my veins. My left, my right.
I pump and pump, never stopping my rhythm. I am just another accessory.
I stare at the walls that surround me, the blue gem of golden virtue, the wickedness, the hate. I have it all. I stare …