1. Affirmation that you have read the rules.
I have indeed read the rules.
2. Your age:
I am over 18. . . . WAY over 18 as a matter of fact, so far over that I have a hard time remembering what 18 was like. . . .
3. Male or Female
Female
4. What part of the world you're in. (at least time zone, most of us are too poor to come stalk you)
5. Which boards do you want access to: In The Dark, JointVentures or both? Note if you would like to read the stories on the In the Dark board, but not write on it you can request to be made a ghost. Access to the boards can always be changed after you are a full member.
Both if it wouldn't be too much trouble, and I currently reside on the east coast, so that would be EST time if my memory serves me correctly.
6. A writing sample. ***required, please do not leave it out*** It does not have to be Gothic in nature nor do you have to be a best selling author, we simply want to see that you care to try.
*cracks knuckles* Ok, here we go. One writing sample coming up.
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It would be easy…. so easy to take her life. A simple flick of his wrist and the sweet beautiful life force within her would cease to exist, but perhaps marring that perfect flesh wasn’t what he wanted. Her pale skin was almost luminescent in the moonlight, and as soft as the finest silk money could buy.
He traced a finger down her neck, feeling the delicious flow of life throbbing at its base. She stirred slightly in her slumber but didn’t wake. Leaning in he placed a feather light kiss on that wondrous pulse point and was once again reminded of exactly how fragile human life actually was. Her beauty was beyond words, all the more so because of her mortality.
Pale and perfect, she lay beside him, naked as the day she had been born. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined what kind of monster she had taken to her bed, or how many times she had come so very close to dying while in his arms.
He watched as she slept, his presence in her room nothing more than a shadow in her mind. When she awoke, she would have some vague recollection of someone having been there, or think perhaps she just imagined it. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every single detail, committing it to memory. It was time he left her, past time actually, before he was tempted to do the unthinkable and give into the temptation of taking her sweet life.
As if against his will his eyes were drawn back up to the hollow of her throat, watching her pulse beat slow and steady while she slept. The soft thump thump of her heart echoed in his head and he fought with the urge to wake her, let her see him for what he really was, a merciless killer. Then he would take her in his arms and listen to the sweet sound of her screams as he took her life.
He leaned in again, the killer in him drawn to that throbbing pulse.
His name was little more than a breathy whisper across her lips. It was enough however to make him pause the descent of his head and look up at her mouth. How many times had he enjoyed feasting on those deliciously full lips? How many times had he left those lips swollen and bruised from his savage kisses?
Keeping the killer at bay, he moved his mouth up to her lips and hovered just a hair’s breath away from actually touching them with his own. He could feel the warmness of her breath against his flesh, but resisted actually closing the gap. “Goodbye. ” He whispered softly and without disturbing a single dust mote, he rose off of the bed and walked silently to her open window. Turning to look back once more, he jumped two stories to the ground, landing like a cat and walked away. Soon after somewhere in the shadows, the piercing scream of a mortal life meeting a terrifying end could be heard echoing in the night.
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