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Beast barged into his room, and knocked the first table he saw across the room. "I asked nicely but she refuses!" he said to no one, just to help vent his anger. "What does she want me to do? BEG!?" like he would ever! Looking across the room, Beasts eye's laid upon the only thing in his room that was still whole and undamaged: the ornate table with only three legs and two items upon it; The Enchanted Rose, kept under a glass dome, and the Magic Mirror. Going over, with barely contained rage so he wouldn't accidently knock over the rose, he roughly grabbed the mirror and looked upon it. "Show me the girl." He ordered. Energy swirled over th

When Mrs. Potts had left the room, I resigned myself too the thuds resounding through the castle. Even as far as I was from the front door, I could feel the repetitious pounding of the ram against the front doors. Though I was pretty sure that the Beast's sensitive ears helped me hear what was going on. It had been a long time since I had thought of myself as human trapped in a monsters body. But Belle had changed so much. She had made me human again, even though I was anything but. She had brought life to the castle, and joy, and emotion. She had transformed me and everyone else, more completely then the enchantress had; my thoughts, my fee

Ice covered the ground, and the snow fell from the stars. There were no clouds, no wind, no tree's, no birds; nothing to distract from the one in my arms, and whose arms were also wrapped around me. I could smell them, and feel their heat; everything about them was amplified in the deserted arena. I could hear only their heartbeat, see only their color, and know only their thoughts. We we're one. Suddenly a red flake landed on their cheek as they pulled away from me, presumable to look into my eyes. But when they continued to pull away, I let them go, taking their hand to keep the connection to them. They were a beautiful sight, perfect to

The one I want walks She walks away from my arms Into another's The one I want talks Talks to me like nothings changed Yet my heart shatters The one I want eats She eats my tears and my blood And I can't stop her The one I want breaths Her life that took mine higher She lets me fall down The one I want bleeds By my hands her life falls red And I die inside By my hands life ends By my will I make pain go Only to return Why did she walk away?

My name is Paul, and I can see the truth. It's not as cool as you would think. Yes, no one can lie to me, but I can't turn it off. And it's not just what people are talking to me about. I can see the truth in everything I see, hear, feel, smell, taste, and even think. I've been this way for as long as I can remember, and it always disturbed my parents, that's why I've kept it secret from everyone, ever since I was eight. Anyone that knew about my ability thought it was just a phase and forgot about it. They didn't talk about it, except in hushed voices behind my back. They didn't know I knew they were talking about it, and that I could smel

   The night had gone well. I had remembered how to use manner's at the dinner table, Belle and myself must of  danced for a while, at least, because the candle light had gone down low. So Belle and I had gone out onto the terrace. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence where I fiddle with the makeshift ponytail at the back of my mane, and she straightened her gold dress. I finally got up the nerve to ask the question I had wanted to ever since I had realized my feelings for her.    "Belle?" I asked taking her golden gloved hand in mine. "Are you happy here with me?"    "Well yes."

I sat there, on the steps of the porch to my house. And she sat next to me. Her red hair bleached in the artificial light of the bulb above them. Her green eyes had lost some luster, her skin looked a bit to pale, and her pajama's were rumpled from when she had been sleeping. It was late afternoon but if Amber didn't have to get dressed in day clothes she didn't but still that was just part of who she was. It was an average ending to and average day, except for one thing. To me she was Aphrodite, Goddess of Passion and Desire, and it took all of my strength to not pull her over to me and kiss her, take her, love her. Even the idea of her lip

A black cloud arose from the under the mountain of dark stone, from the top of which fire and magma belched into the air. Smoke curled into the sky filling the world with heat and the smell of ash and sulfur. The cloud at the mountains base twisted in on itself and took the vague from of a man. A man with large straight horns sprouting from its bald head. Spikes ran over its head onto its spine, and down onto a long tail, ended with a large sharp bone spike. Claws hooked over the tips of its fingers and toes, over five inches long each. The person walked out of the remains of the cloud that had took it out from its prison. The man was naked

Dante sat in his seat as he usually did these days. All he ever did was sit in his chair and ponder. Ponder the mysteries of his race, his condition, and his life. There was little else to think about. His race was of the "noble" blood titled the Nakana, they were a race that was easy to read, for the person that they were reflected on their skin. Put simply, the beautiful of heart were also beautiful of the body while the vulgar were ugly and deformed. No one knew why the Nakana had this ability, though it was rumored that is was because they were descended from angels, while others believed that it was because they were descended from demo