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She probably should have thought more carefully when she decided to dress like a multicolored mummy. Now everyone is singing, "I see London, I see France, I see Nexy's underpants." She only has her wings to cover herself. And let's face it, it's not working so good.

I make them good girls go bad-

Music blaring, lights flashing, colors dancing across face after face, Twigg stumbled for the tenth time that night, her legs sweating and her ass enjoying quite the nice breeze. This, if anything, was proof. Do not pick your party outfit when you're already drunk.

Standing atop the gothic tower, Gall looked over the sleeping city. It was time. She stood high and dove from the tower's pinnacle...and into the wall.

"Ow"

Gall clutched onto the wall and dove again, and swerved into the tower again.

Frustrated, this time she tilted herself a little bit in an effort to get her wings more level.

"OW."

Wall again.

And thus, into the night and down the tower...

swish

"ow!"

swish

"ow!"

swish

"ow!"

...

The costume party was great! Well, she thinks it was great... She can't really remember much. And she did end up in the middle of the dessert, with some sort of weird cat suit on, she was sure she went to the party as Bat girl....

When she went to the beach that day, all she wanted was some sun and beach fun. What she forgot was that she wore snail perfume. Now she can't get the damned things to go away! She had hoped her neon colors would blind them, but no luck. So now she makes her living as... SNAIL WOMAN. The slowest superhero ever!

"ow ow ow"

Why had she let Batty dress her!

"Stupid shoes of stupidness!"

These shoes were murder! Not to mention the leg warmers were giving her one heck of a rash!

The wind blew relentlessly, her clothes, what little she had, soaked and threatening to send her crashing into the ground. But there was no time to waste! If she took even a minute too long, the tickets would be sold out before the got there!

Her broom almost crashed into the side of the building. She scrambled up, half-heartedly dusting herself off, only to stop dead. The line wrapped around the next block, at least!

"Nexxyyyyy!" Blinking, she looked around, spotting one of her friends near the start of the line. She hurried over, grinning from ear to ear. "What took you so long!? Don't tell me you used that ratty old broom! You know you have wings!"

He staggered out of the cave, his mind swirling. There had been two of them when they entered but now there was only him. Only one. And this one wanted to party.

Slowly, as the wind blew,
swiftly as the anger grew,
the scene surrounding the gentle town grew dark and bleak.

Be it anger or fear who knows,
but something deep inside me grew,
as she wandered past from door to door.
(unbefuddled by the scene before her, by the very despair that surrounds her soul)

Hesitation in me not
As I set out my insidious plot
to cease the screaming in my ear
(once again, knew not if it anger or fear)

As scream once suppressed rang through my ear
As in my vision drew quite near
The very act that still haunts me, my dear
(took a moment to realize that the screaming was my own)

For she had eaten such a poor soul, half eaten laid my foe, as the eaten eaten such cannibalistic carnivore...

...took a moment to realize that the screaming was my own.

Hikori that was awesome!

In the space between time waits a man with no face. The place is bleak. Whiter than any white bleach could produce. his clothing and his skin blends in perfectly. When he wishes to be seen he will appear. But his appearance could be either blessing or curse. Many have lost themselves in the lane between times. Some driven mad by the emptiness and never ending light. Others have gone catatonic. But some, those really special, see this entity. No details exists to explain exactly what happens to those he does not favor. Except he has been heard to whisper "Hungry..."

As if the skirts and heels weren't enough. Now they were doing animal costumes. Animals! And his was damn itchy. Not for the first time, Jurinjo wondered how worth it this "super special cool people only" club really was.

Gallagher faced the oncoming army. The wings beat back and fourth to a drumbeat on the soul. One...two...one...two...and with each beat, a reddish violet flame pulsed from the hands. The eyes dissolved in their sockest, as the soul withered from the spell. Gallagher was the last hope, a magic weapon, a lavender automaton of power. As the hordes of slippery fishmen rushed to tear Atlantis down to the sea, Gallagher, the Galla, fired its soul into them.

The son of Anubis never did get the amount of credit he deserved for his work. Much like Hades of Greece, but after hearing of that god's many attempts to achieve some greatness Lawtan decided the shadows were better than being antagonized and portrayed as a powerless god beside his brothers. In his domain he ruled, and in any other domain he was simply left alone. Free to observe and interact with souls as he pleased.

"I'm gonna do it, you guys!"

"No! Jurinjo! Don't be an idiot!"

And from that day on, Jurinjo was the idiotest of the idiots. But hey, at least his blade finally matched his hair.

Recently deceased paramedic is refusing to die and the strain of it is causing him to lose his humanity. 'The knife it feels lonely' he thinks to himself. "Let's find you a friend." He grins and walks into the ambulance and drives for the hospital.

The icy prince looked out over his lands, as desolate as they were and sighed to his lonely self