| This is my collection of stories of weird worlds filled with clowns, demons, poetry, and worst of all...seals! O+O |
Black Calliope Ch. 6Loud shouting in the hallway startled Pierrot at two in the morning. Although he wasn't sleeping, it was quite a disturbance and he shrugged on his jacket, turning the knob and emerging his head to look. The shouted echoed down the hall from the foot of the staircase, and many of the doors began to open, including Claire's. Everyone stood around in confusion, staring down the hall for an explanation, when all they could hear was rapid french.Black Calliope Ch. 6
"Comment osent vous me dire qu'un immigrant a volé mes bagages!" came another stream of unknown shouts. Now they could hear Salvatore speaking nervously. "My dear lady, please. I promis
Black Calliope Ch. 5"SHREEEE!" Pierrot flinched and his head shot up from his pillow. He blinked a series of times and drowsily looked around with confusion. "U-uah?" he grumbled as he tried to conclude where he was. Yesterday came slowly flooding back to him, and he sighed and turned his head to look at the clock. It was only 7:30, and a gentle, white light was coming from behind the curtains. It felt strange, not waking up in his musty small room, the familiar creaking bed gone forever. He was so tired, that he wanted to lay there for hours. With implied force he thrust the warm comforter back and stood up on the chilly wooden floor. He shook his hBlack Calliope Ch. 5
Black Calliope Ch. 4The canopy tables were now bustling with loud, strange people. With the exception of a few, including Pierrot, everyone had greeted each other with a warm welcome and had sat down to talk. Mr. Bianchi rose from behind the curtain and now stood at the foot of the long center table. He picked up a butter knife and clinked loudly against a wine glass. Pierrot had thought that was only to be done at weddings.Black Calliope Ch. 4
"Hello, everyone!" he greeted them loudly and smiled. The tables became silent as everyone turned to face him. "I want to thank all of you for attending, as I feel this is a very important get-together if we want to start
Black Calliope Ch. 3Claire knocked hard on his door, for the third time, but he still did not answer.Black Calliope Ch. 3
"Are you in there? Hellooooooo?!" she called through the wood, dissapointed when she was met with silence. She tried the doorknob, which was unlocked and turned easily, and stepped halfway in, poking her head inside. Pierrot was sitting on the window, a notebook propped in his lap and his back facing her. He had two black earplugs wedged firmly in his ears, unaware of anyone knocking at the door. Claire already knew why he had those in. She walked over and tapped his shoulder giddily with two fingers. He jumped and swiveled around to face her,
| This is my collection of stories of weird worlds filled with clowns, demons, poetry, and worst of all...seals! O+O |
November Rain, chapter 5“Damnit,” Devi cursed herself under her breath. She had been sitting on her couch for the past few hours, trying to contemplate exactly why she was helping Johnny. In the corner of her living room was an old easel, surrounded by newspapers and adorned with an unfinished painting. Next to it, an old radio was playing an oldie’s station. The song was soft, and the notes floated around the room.November Rain, chapter 5
“Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine…”
Shit, Devi, she thought, ignoring the song. Why the hell did you drag
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World War Z
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-kingdom burning down-
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{ close your eyes - and dream }
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A girl lost in a city of freaks. A circus performer, an ax-handed boy, and a gangster werewolf are her only hope against a vengeful vampire and a powerful sorcerer --> [link]
Do tell, I am very interested!!! ^^
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-A mysterious circus fire sends an innocent dancer to a freak show filled with snake-people, knives-throwers, and an evil plot in which her only chance of survival is the strange, outcasted clown. Interested?
Look up Circo Della Morte!
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A girl lost in a city of freaks. A circus performer, an ax-handed boy, and a gangster werewolf are her only hope against a vengeful vampire and a powerful sorcerer --> [link]
I've already made a "movie soundtrack" for Circo just for the heck of it. ^^
Music videos, you say? Do tell!
The songs were wonderful!!! They match really well, especially Shamandalie!
Although Pierrot and Claire are closer than glue, they could never love each other in that way...they are friends forever!
Give Black Calliope a few more chapters...some really shocking stuff is coming up...and if you listen, Shandalie foreshadows it!!!
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-A mysterious circus fire sends an innocent dancer to a freak show filled with snake-people, knives-throwers, and an evil plot in which her only chance of survival is the strange, outcasted clown. Interested?
Look up Circo Della Morte!
For some reason during Shamandalie I imagine a slow-motion, sort of beautiful scene in which Pierrot and Clair are dancing hand-in-hand ^^
I really can't wait for more Black Calliope!! ^^
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A girl lost in a city of freaks. A circus performer, an ax-handed boy, and a gangster werewolf are her only hope against a vengeful vampire and a powerful sorcerer --> [link]
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revolution is now
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