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 You know that falling sensation when you're falling asleep? The one where you think you think just for a minuscule second you've come to meet your fate? Ignore it. Don't open your eyes, don't even move. Stay still and wait for it to pass. I speak from regrettable experience. I was at a young age, possibly ten, but the details are unnecessary for this tale. I laid in bed, starring into the pitch black, which I had always hated. The dark was displeasing to me, and not at all peaceful. Oh, look at me, getting off track. Back to the point. I got that sensation, just before I drifted to sleep. At first I disregarded it, assuming it would

Chapter 20 Death’s POV.  My eyes swept over to where the music was coming from, and what I saw was somewhat of a surprise, though I knew it shouldn’t have been. On a long bench sat Joyce, playing a grand, glittering piano softly. Her fingers moved gracefully across the keys.  I was so shocked by the sudden music that I completely stopped. Jack, unknowing of my sudden halt, stumbled over my feet. I caught him just before he hit the floor. Our faces were inches away from each other.  I quickly lifted him up and looked back over at Joyce. She was smiling at me, and when Jack wasn't looking, she winked at me. I felt a sudden fl

Chapter one The Traveling Gift “Glace!” Sato’s sweet voice rang throughout the house as she entered. She slipped her bright yellow rain boots off and straightened out her pale pink fluffy skirt. She bounded into the kitchen to see Glace sitting at the table, making little objects with a block of ice. He was hunched over his work, his long snowy hair falling into his face and onto the table. Sato laughed childishly. “Sit up, Glace. You’ll be hunched over like an old man if you keep sitting like that,” she pushed on his back to make him sit up. He grunted disapprovingly and hunched over again. Sato just st

Chapter 19 Death’s POV “Are you okay with learning to dance like a girl? Because I don’t think I can bend over like that,” I said, holding back a snicker. I was at least a few inches taller than Jack, making it debatable which dance I should teach him. He brought his eyebrows down, frowning. “Fine,” he muttered. I rolled my eyes and took his left hand and placed it on my shoulder, and put my own hand on his waist. “Now a lady must be elegant,” I said, in the best joking manner I could muster. Might as well make this least awkward as possible. He didn’t take the joke very well. “

Pretty Vacant For Fukari (Please read description first) Though it might seem pretty mad I am very glad That I found your page Though some of it might be kinda old There is always something to behold In every piece of your art If you’re ever feeling down Just know your fans will always be around For your times in need I’ve learned a lot from all your OC’s And I’m sure it’s not only me That loves all your work Offelia taught me that you can be a little off. Chelle showed me you should always love your pets as much as people (If not more, in her case) Anakin helped me realize that you should

Chapter 18 Jack’s POV. I held back my laughter the best I could, but it was seriously no use. Joyce and Addy seemed to have the same conundrum. We all tumbled to the floor howling with laughter, while Death was still attempting to catch his breath. We got up quickly when he seemed calmed down enough to realize we were laughing at him. He sneered at us. “You three are so intolerable!” he said, stomping for the door. I drew my eyebrows together. What did we do wrong? We were only trying to help. “Hey, where are you going?” I yelled at him. “To my room!” he shouted, slamming the door behind him. It r

Chapter 17 Death’s POV I watched Addy grin at me mischievously as I stood out of my chair. “I don’t think this is a very good idea,” I said formally. “Oh, come on!” she begged, looking at me in the eyes. I huffed and gave in to her stare. “Fine,” I said reluctantly. I turned to Joyce. “Anywhere you have I could get rid of some energy?” Joyce nodded silently, getting up from her seat and walking out of the room. She motioned for us to follow. When we had stopped, we were in a large empty room. Its ceiling was high, and unlike the rest of the shimmering building, it was mostly cem

Prologue Once upon a time, there was a man. His name was Simon Petrikov. He lived a normal, happy life, with his wife, Betty. He went on an expedition, and found an ancient crown. He brought it back, excited to show his beautiful wife his beautiful new treasure. She didn't like it. She told him to put it up. He agreed. But not before putting on the crown once. Just once. But that was all it took. Visions of ice and death flashed in Simon's mind, making him pass out. When he woke, he had no recollection of the visions, just his lovely crown. Little did he know he was already the king of ice. Life went on as usual, and the crown began to coll

Chapter 16. Jack's POV. I felt a pit in my stomach. I was hoping this problem was solving. But, I was wrong. Again. "What's going on?" Addy asked, a mouth full of food. "I guess I didn't really tell you," Joyce said quietly. "Death and Jack came here to see if we could make Death feel better." "Better? He seemed just fine two minutes ago!" she said, her brow knit. "It's complicated," I said, already right next to Death. "What is it this time?" He didn't say anything, just shook his head rapidly. "Uhh," I looked at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, but that didn't prove anything. It wasn't until I felt my own chest moving up and d