darker-deep-down

Chapter 1 Present Day Shrill cries pierce my mind. Wails of agony surround my being, all intelligible in their reasons for their pain.  I cover my ears so that I can block all the noise.  But a sound begins to be distinguished from the tumultuous riot.  A cracking noise, like that of a glass beginning to break, strikes my body and when it finally shattered, I began to realize that the noise wasn't coming from around me. It was coming from me! The blaring alarm roused me from my groggy dreams.  My head rebelled against the noise as my brain jostled itself in my skull.  My hand slithered

Prologue 3 Years Ago *Sigh* … … *Sigh* … … *Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-* "What is it WOMAN!" *Humph* (Come on Sampson, remember, Proverbs 15:18 "A hot-tempered man stirs up dissension, but a patient man calms a quarrel") "I'm sorry Deliah.  I'm just a little frustrated from the class I had today." "Aww, it's okay, baby.  What did those mean brats do today that's got you so down?" "We were going over stances again today, and they were spot on.  Yet, when we asked them to stay just a little bit longer, they griped and moaned and just weren't willing to go that extra mile!  Why, when I was the

I Seek Redemption I am lost in a void of time.  People come and they see what used to be my home.  Now I just see people come and go as if it was a show.  I hear voices in a mull of confusion and tire.  I feel the wind blow through me as if I was a wisp.  At the beginning of this torture I saw light burning bright a warm like the midday sun, but in fear of the unknown that is bred in all of man, I turned away and fled to a place that I know and feel safe.  In all the time I have hid in this void I ponder my life and see what I have done and I feel like I should have gone towards that light of life and purity and feel as if I should have emb

This is my second fan fic so please be nice All through out history, every where there have been stories of ghosts or spirits that could help you or haunt you.  Some will look ghoulish others angelic; some good some bad; others will hurt some will be guardians. But here am I, rambling on when we could be seeing what’s happening in the world of the living. “Get the demon, don’t let him escape.” “It just ran behind that house.” We begin our story to a boy shivering in the night hoping to find refuge in a hole in the wall.  His dark orange hair stained from its original sun kissed blonde hair and his deep sapph

The Finder’s Eye I run through the halls to the foyer where I see a great battle occurring.  I can’t see faces nor can I hear voices; I walk closer and it seems that every step I take I get drawn to the shifting darkness. I attempted to cast an alumno spell, a spell to create my hand to glow, and all I see decay and famine quite vivdly in my eye.  I try and scream but I am cut off by a Big Booming yet feminine voice saying, “come on Jonathon and join me the…BEEP BEEP BEEP...,” I awoke to having that same dream that I had for the past week.  I hit the reset button and groggily rose from my bed and I see my best fri

I do not own anything that I have written in here except the story line, ja ne. We start our story in the middle of the Konoha siege against Suna when our favorite blonde demon container was in the process of chasing Sasuke with Sakura, Paku, and Shikimaru.  But during all of this Orochimaru was having a stare down waiting for the other to move to find even the most miniscule flaw to take advantage of. Suddenly a crack formed upon the roof of the building and they leapt at each other at speeds only those of the Sandaime Hokage and his former favorite student, the Snake Sanin can achieve.  Sarutobi cried “Shuriken Shadow Clone no Jutsu