WingsofMorphius

Into Thin Air The boy in front of him said nothing, going even paler at the name as soon as it left Mr. Lancer's lips. He fell away with wide eyes, looking less and less like a powerful ghost and more like a terrified child caught in the act of an unspeakable crime. His mind was blank, and all that Lancer got from him through his powers was an overwhelming sense of fear. Then, like a dam breaking loose, a tidal wave of thoughts flashed through the teen's head, one after another. So many, moving so fast that Mr. Lancer only managed to catch a few. He knows… This can't be happening! Maybe this is just another bad dream!  He'll tell my

Stepping Back She's really cute… Tsujimoto Akio knew he was staring. He'd been staring since he saw her when they both boarded the train in Tokyo, as a matter of fact. He was vaguely aware that he probably looked like a moron, but he just couldn't help himself. There was something about the girl that called to his eye. He wasn't the only one who saw it, either. A number of guys kept casting discreet looks in her direction, and a few of the more daring men even sat next to her and tried to initiate conversation, but the girl didn't seem all that open to talking to any of them. Not that she was rude or anything, but clearly she was much

Inner Mind Theatre Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Leather-clad feet echoed loudly against white marble floors as she walked down the extravagant hallway, grey eyes taking in the decorations and detailing with a dispassionate gaze. It was all terribly beautiful, she noticed as she began to study her surroundings more carefully, her mind supplying her with other descriptive words that also fit the sight around her. Clean. White. Perfect. Eerie. Lonely. I feel like I'm in a bad Disney movie. She thought in annoyance, frowning slightly as she looked out a window and found a lovely forest stretched out before her, a chain of mounta

Chapter 3- Paranormal Paranoia A good teacher must know the rules; a good pupil, the exceptions. ~Martin H. Fischer There’s no glamour in the life of a sidekick. Sam thought grimly as she wiped ecto-goo off her cheek, pointedly not looking at the black boy next to her as she sped towards the Fenton Portal. Tucker had the good grace to look sheepish at the goth’s obvious anger. “I said I was sorry,” the bespectacled boy said meekly. Sam clenched her jaw, but said nothing. “Hey, in my defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time. And we didn’t get eaten! That’s a bonus, right?” “We ne