Novel & Cerita Firefly Funhouse

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

Maybe there was a way I could transcend into another plain since I could no longer function in this one. Through my watered-down vision, I saw something twinkling in the light. It seemed to be moving. That was all I needed. I ran toward it, desperate to find any answers at all. It was a firefly that seemed to be flying in a pattern. Other fireflies shone around it, but like every other thing there, they were frozen as well. I watched it, enthralled as I wondered how this little creature had been able to evade the spell every other thing seemed to have been cast by.

The cool breeze flowing and grey cloudy sky was making the scene more magical then ever. Ferris stood up and nuzzled his head in the nape of her neck. Her lavender fragrance enticing him beyond limits.... "Ferris....I always wished to dance among fireflies.... and see here are fireflies...." Hazel told him dreamily. Ferris listened to her attentively and then whispered in her ear, "I have the music too." He said as he played the music "Fireflies" by owl City. "Woah really....." Hazel was too excited to relish her wish.

The whole world would know my name and I would finally be able to interview stars without having them bolting the other direction whenever there is a subtle flash from my camera. Sighing I closed my Laptop, leaning back in the chair, glancing down at the letter from Flair Mag in my hand. Just one story, one itsy bitsy story on Justin Star Ryder would do it. I glanced around at the lofty light peach walls of my room, leaning my head back as I stared at the ceiling, about to close my eyes when I heard the front door open, voices coming from down stairs. Standing up, I let my curiosity take center stage, walking out the room and down the hallway, starting my decent down the stairs, I stopped at

Seph’s POV: Another day has passed since Pavlos contacted me. He has not initiated any contact. Even if I lie on the bed I cannot sleep and I am anxious. Days passed in this weird room which I have come to know previously belonged to Hades. Flora’s visits have declined because she has to attend school. I rubbed at my finger feeling alone once again. Why does it itch so much? My morning evening and night are spent in this room locked up. There is nowhere to go as the door to the terrace is kept locked. I realized that the night Hades burnt his initial on my finger he had done it on that terrace.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Ember “Again,” Orion said, arms crossed, shadows curling lazily around his boots like snakes. I gritted my teeth and forced my palm open, willing the fire to rise. Heat shimmered across my skin, building, then sputtering out like a dying candle. Nothing. Not even a spark. “Impressive,” Orion drawled. “If we’re fighting a horde of mildly annoyed fireflies, we’re definitely not going to die.” “I swear to the gods, if you keep talking—” I began, only for a burst of steam to hiss from my fingertips and disappear with a pitiful pffft. Exhaustion and annoyance clouded my mind.

"Isn't it great? You can enjoy the night in a place with a much wider range." "I heard from the staff that there are usually a lot of tents here. Many visitors camp out just to see the Milky Way in person. But I haven't seen many other visitors coming. Maybe it's not vacation season yet, I don't know. But it seems quite exciting to gaze at the sky in a place that is much wider than usual. Like what you just said." "Sounds like fun." Bryan cleared his throat briefly. "When was your last day there?" "Um... Thursday night. Last shoot is at four in the afternoon, if I'm reading the schedule Karen gave me right."

CIANA I heave a deep sigh when finally, I finish cleaning the new room I rented. My paintings are flawlessly hanging on the walls. My works are perfect crafts of my creative hands. Oh! One last thing. I need to arrange my clothes inside the small cabinet residing next to the bed. The moment I opened the first drawer, something is inside. A phone, a weird and unusual futuristic looking phone, is inside the drawer and it still works. I swiftly continued arranging my clothes to check the phone out.

She had not been ready before that, but her resolve was ironclad. Riding the elevator up, Elaine realized the top floor was the 52nd floor. A memory flashed—Lucy's room card, number 5209. Right next door. Elaine swiped her card and stepped into her room. The executive suite was spacious and flooded with light, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was nothing short of stunning. Elaine tried calling Jasper, but he did not pick up, so she just let the call drop. Clutching her phone, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her.