Fire RisingI The PitFire Rising by ~grayworld
He came upon the child where the Pit opened up into the sky. It was a full moon tonight, brighter than the fires in the caverns. The child was watching the bats leave their nests and fly up into the night.
"You shouldn't stare for too long," he said. "You might start to think you can fly out too."
"You don't think I could?"
He gestured towards the bottom of the wall, where bones had gathered over the countless generations the Pit had served as a prison.
"Many have tried to climb out of here," he said. "They've all failed."
"That's because they've been doing it wrong," the child pointed up, near where the bats were strea
Key to my Heart (Andy Biersack fanfiction) CH 4Key to my Heart (Andy Biersack fanfiction) CH 4 by ~PunkyFrenchFry
I was so close to him. It was so odd to be in this situation. The ride started up, it lifted our swing about 50 feet in the air. I looked down, I could see my feet hanging beneath me, I looked at Andy's. JEEZ he had long ass gazelle legs. The ride started to move so I sat back. I looked at Andy who was smiling looking at something. I looked were Andy was looking, CC and Jake were standing in line to ride the Ferris wheel across the way. Ashley was waiting at the exit of our ride. The ride started to spin. Getting faster and faster. Andy Stuck his hands in the air. He grabbed mine and forced me to hold up mine, as we spun we passed Ashley seve
Fallen Angels chpt 28 finalHearts Will SacrificeFallen Angels chpt 28 final by *erondagirl
Six months had passed, but it could have been much less than that. It could have been three weeks. Two days. A single night. When Andy felt Grimm's hand on his arm he forgot. He groaned and pulled the bed covers further over his head.
"Come on now, Andy. Up and at 'em!" Grimm tugged gently on the few spikes of hair that remained visible. Slowly, Andy drew it down and sat up, rubbing his eyes. Grimm smiled cheerily. Andy scratched his head. Grimm had woken him up like this every day of his life (at least what parts he could remember of it). It could have been any of those mornings, save for a few definite clues that re
Fallen Angels chpt 27With Knives and PensFallen Angels chpt 27 by *erondagirl
He thought for a moment that he could see Carolyn running. It reminded him of the games they used to play around the Morticians'.
Playing tag and hide-and-seek amongst the coffins.
Chasing each other down by the river.
But it was only a flicker of his imagination as his eyes slowly eased open.
He was lying flat, and not in the corridor anymore. It was a strange room he'd not seen before. The walls were unpainted, but embellished with golden mosaics of the sun. There was a small hole in the ceiling where normally a beam of daylight would have shot down and illuminated the room, but daylight had for the moment been kic