ShadowCakeMaker

It was a well deserved vacation, granted not the one you were hoping for. Your first trip to Japan was supposed to be luxurious and fulfill your wildest high school dreams of hitting up literally every ramen and otaku shop you could find. Every last step of your trip was planned to the letter, a fantasy you had worked to save up money for since school began. This was finally, finally it. Instead, the rain kept you indoors for most of it. You hadn't accounted for differences in weather, being from a generally sunny location yourself. There was not usually rain during the summer months, much like there wasn't usually school, not that that had

The house reeked of burnt food and popcorn. After the toaster incident, you felt the only device you could trust was the microwave. You had watched it like a hawk as it cooked your breakfast and scared yourself half to death at the first pop from the bag. The scalded patch of skin on your hand still stung even under the layers of bandages and slathered on ointment. Honestly, you felt lucky that you hadn't been electrocuted in your hasty decision making. Perhaps electronics and water didn't mix. The flat screen was back to normal and was displaying the newest episode to your favorite show. You lounged on the couch before it, popcorn bowl tuck

    "Tie it tighter, Sally!" You huffed, blowing your new bangs out of your face. The last few weeks held a world of change for you. From a new room to a new wardrobe, to even a new hair style. You weren't complaining though. It was always nice to get new, fancy things. Even if it meant killing innocent people to be where you were at.... Oh well.    "I can't! The ribbon might rip!" Sally whined, tugging on the black silk ribbon around your waist. Special occasions call for special outfits of course. The brand new, designer style (f/c) dress was simply gorgeous. Which was what you were going for of course. The (f/c) fabric hugged your waist

    Go to town, they said. It would be fun they said. Clearly 'they' had never had a flirtatious, needy prince tag along in 'their' wake.    Upon reaching the little town you had stumbled upon in your first trip to the castle, you discovered just how crowded it always was. People ran by in a hurry, pushing carts, carrying baskets, and towing children out of the way. I gripped the coins in my hand as a wagon rolled by barely an inch in front of me.    "This place is dangerous." I said with an awkward laugh. The town I lived in (or near) was small and quite quiet. Everyone knew everyone and you never nearly got ran over. Though, I suppose I

There's no sunshine This impossible year Only black days and sky grey And clouds full of fear And storms full of sorrow That won't disappear Just typhoons and monsoons This impossible year A new year. A new day. And a new beginning. Yet, nothing before had ever been different. Your days had been full of laughter and smiles and nothing beyond the happiness you cherished so dear. But everything was bound to change sooner or later. It had all started because of one curious glance through the articles of a horror genre known as creepypasta. Story after story filled your head with dreams and strange new ideas. And as a result, you found yourself

    The phrase 'charity case' haunted your steps every day of your life. Classmates yelled it, pulling on your hair in grade school. The adults tried to hide it, but they couldn't whisper soft enough no matter how they tried. There was no way to argue against them either. As belittling as it sounded, it was completely true. You were adopted. "Poor street orphan turned wealthy heiress" was the headline of your life. Often, it felt like it was stamped across your forehead accompanied by six years of grime from the gutters.    Never the less, you held your head high like your parents taught you. Previous years wouldn't make your first day at O

    Soft, warm morning light filtered through the white colored curtains, warming the skin on your face. You groaned softly, the lure of sleep slowly wearing off, much to your disappointment. You tried not to move to much at first, the sheets tangled around your limbs and two arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled sweetly remembering the lovely man who kept you warm all night.    "Lovino?" You whispered softly rolling over in his arms to face the lightly tanned, dark haired Italian laying next to you in the fluffy sheets. Tufts of his brown hair stuck up at awkward angles to which you affectionately smoothed back down only to have them

    "Happy Turkey Day!!" Jeff screamed from the top of the stairs as he ran down at a fast pace. You glanced up from where you were helping Slenderman in the kitchen, the oven persistently beeping at the same time as the pale killer's yelling.    "It's called Thanksgiving, smart one." You replied, rushing over to the oven to pull out the large, golden brown turkey. This was probably the busiest day of the year, every year, aside from Halloween. There was so much cooking and preparing to do, plus attempting to keep the food away from the teenagers in the house before you had the chance to sit down and eat as a somewhat dysfunctional family.