I'm very pleased to announce that we managed to receive five entries for our second contest 'Tell Me A Story'! This also means that we'll continue with issuing the original 1st, 2nd and 3rd place prizes.
Wow. Our great turn out has encouraged me to hold more contests in our little community.
In any case, now we begin voting!
Here are the entries:
Mischievous KissDisclaimer: I do not own characters in this story.by
SesshomaruxRin story by SweetAyu
Rin enjoyed the sun’s warmth kissing lightly against her face. She held her hand against her cheek, momentarily. The warmth felt really nice against her skin. She heard Souta speaking as she followed behind him and Hitomi.
The place Rin and Hitomi had been pulled into was full of roses, with many different types blooming all around her.
“So here we are. Welcome to my garden!” Souta grinned widely. He was happy to share his garden with two beautiful flowers that stood before him. Their radiant smiles made his heart pound in excitement.
“It’s a beautiful garden.” Rin complimented as she looked around the garden.
“I agree, it’s like the perfect place to host a tea party.” Hitomi smiled before she took Souta’s hand into her own.
“Thank you Souta for allowing my agency to use your location to film. We really need to have the previ
Mon Bien-aime PrinceAuthor's Note: Special Thanks to :iconlittlescavenger: for helping me with the French Translationsby
Diclaimer: Characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi
Mon Bien-aimé Prince
(My Beloved Prince)
“Come on Rin! Let’s go over there! I want to see him properly! Can’t get a good view from here.” Sango craned her head over Rin’s, who was sitting across the table, to get a good view of the foreigner standing across the room with swarms of girls surrounding him.
Rin adjusted her glasses and peeked from her book to glare at her friend. “Sango, you have a boyfriend. And you know that I couldn’t care less about that foreigner even if I tried to bother.”
Sango gasped. “But he’s the Prince of Monaco for crying out loud!! His French accent is really hot!”
Rin rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure he’s a douchebag. All rich guys are. I want nothing to do
HumanThe girl… the one he doesn't know the name of… the one with matted black hair and dirt clinging to her tanned and calloused skin… the girl with bruises, cuts, who walks with a limp, and says not a peep… the girl that brings him water and food even though he harshly tells her not to… the human girl he lets get close.by
He hates humans; he hates them with a passion that scorches the brittle remains of his hearts. They are disgusting creatures, pointless creatures. He has seen only one purpose that drives their lives forward, to breed. They are such basic creatures, no reason for their existence. There is no guilt involved in cutting one down; another five will crop up in the dead one's place. They are not rare, they are not strong, they are not valuable. They are ridden with emotions, they wear their hearts on their sleeves and toil away at the seductive concept of the fantasy creature known as love.
Humans were so… human.
Words could not really de
Monday MorningDisclaimer: I own nothing.by
By: December Sapphire
He was the most atrocious, despicable, vulgar, insensitive, dazzling, captivating, gorgeous…no stop it Rin! You hate him, you hate him! He was rude, crude and hated everything that moved. But he was so…perfect. All I wanted to do was take him by the collar and place a big smacker on those lips of his. NO! Enough of these thoughts!
It was so much fun fighting with myself. Even though myself wanted Sesshomaru Takahashi…stop it Rin. You do not want him! You can't have him!
Who was I kidding? I was right, he was untouchable. Even I, his personal secretary, couldn't lay a finger on him. Still, I always spotted these slutty little models leaving his office right when I return from lunch break. Maybe only hot, sexy, skinny, perfect girls could touch him. Why couldn't I be like that? Why couldn't I walk around like I had a wedgie all day? Answer-I don't want
WarmthThey say I am a broken child, a girl who cannot speak, nor understand the laws of man. I wander the forest and follow the rabbit trails. I hunt for my meals and steal water and food when there is no other choice. How can I follow the laws of men, when they do not provide me with food or shelter? I do not speak because I forgot, it is because they took it from me and it hides within. I fear humans. They know no mercy even to a homeless child like me.by
I found a demon in the forest one day. The sun was setting and he was covered in blood. He reminds me of myself. Broken and tattered in need of a helping hand. I offered him food and water and yet he denied such things from me. He did however drink the water by day break. He threatened to kill me but I knew he was too weak to attack. I lived on to offer him more water the next day. He looked beaten and tired but he spoke and he had such life in his eyes. I wanted to be like him. I wanted to follow this demon, shaped like a man. I wanted to
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Since many many of us are always on the lookout for artists to commission, I see no harm in informing you guys about
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