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In The Shadows

3 days ago 6:11:07 pm by Nalani in category General
I think this needs to be said...if you bend or break the rules of  RP for some yet want to hold them against others, you are nothing more than a hypocrite and perhaps that is why most choose to no longer be a part of the RP world. Some times the truth hurts. Honestly not sure what people are expecting to magically happen on here or in other chat realms. If you want RP to happen you...

Daughters Gift

5 days ago 3:12:59 pm by Nalani in category Writing
*I put my muse on a time-out but she escaped...another short story* The tension in the house had been building over the past couple of weeks leading up to this moment. Alice had just come home from working another long 12 hour shift at the hospital to find the sink full of dishes yet again. There were empty chip bags and pop cans scattered across the counters and crumbs everywhere. She sighed,...

Project:What Have We Done Part Two

2026-08-10 10:59:33 am by Nalani in category Writing
Leo approached the cage, the clip board tightly in his grasp. The whimpers suddenly stopped and went from sounding like a wounded animal to that of a child crying. He frantically flipped through the other pages hoping to learn more about what was making the noise. His eyes scanned down as certain words popped out - mimics and influences, reads the mind. Do not be fooled by it. He decides that...

Project: What Have We Done Part One

2026-08-10 8:25:03 am by Nalani in category Writing
“You are nothing but a loser” the tallest of the bullies spat out as he shoved Leo hard sending him across the corridor and into the lockers on the other side. Thomas was bigger than most of the other kids in the school and he knew it. Even some of the teachers were afraid to confront him so he got away with torturing the other students and they tolerated his disrespect when he was in...

The Memory Of The Stitch: Part Two

2026-08-09 11:45:32 am by Nalani in category Writing
The shadows did not try to stop them, did not rise up again, they simply retreated to the surrounding woods and watched silently as the boys left, holding onto the memory of the stitch. The boys returned home with the soup for their mother blissfully unaware that one day they would be fighting for their very own soul, or at least for Noah's. As the days passed by Noah began to change but...