The Secret Life of Seth Nightshade...

Raveyn finally fell asleep, that boy needs to sleep more. I appreciate him staying up for me, but he's going to get ill if he keeps this up. It's 4:00 in the morning and he has to get up at 7:00. I ought to punish him for this...
I get out of bed and climb out of his bedroom window, pulling out my favorite pair of scissors. "Who will be the unfortunate fellow tonight?" I run and run as fast as I can, becoming a blur in the night. I let my laugh echo through the cold air and into the hearts of people around. I hear the sound of children, up and awake in their rooms, thinking no one will find out. I sneak up a tree near the window and climb through. The children scream, giving me pleasure. "You want to play with me?" I spin the scissors around my finger, inching closer to them. They try running through the door, but I quickly close it. "Don't go, we haven't played a game yet." I hear their parents rushing to the room from the other side.
"Isabelle! Timothy! What's wrong? What's going on in there?! The door won't open!!"
"Oops, I guess I locked the door. Hehehe." I grab the boy, supposedly Timothy, by the arm and toss him to the ground. I throw my scissors at him and they land directly in his squinted eye. He tosses and turns, screaming, everyone was screaming. Laughing, I walk up to Timothy and slowly pull out the scissors. "Oh look at this, you got my favorites dirty. You'll pay for that." I stab down the scissors into his other eye.
"I called the police!" I hear the mother yell.
"Woopdidoo!" I pull out the scissors again and quickly throw the scissors at the girl, Isabelle, landing them in her right eye. She falls to the ground, blood pouring from her eye like her brother. She covers her eyes, trying to take out the scissors. I run over to Isabelle and rip the scissors from her. I crouch down and whisper into her ear. "I'll leave your other eye, just for you to remember me by." I then get up, and place the scissors in my mouth. I run to the window just as I hear sirens. I jump out and land in the tree.
"Who's there?" A policeman yells up at the tree.
"Who else!!!" I jump from the tree and land promptly on the ground and run. I run and run and run, laughing loudly. I hear them chasing after me, hear them threatening to shoot me. Nothing I haven't heard before. I run faster, dodging bullets and crude words. They never see my face, nothing but a dark figure running in the night, and my unforgettable laugh.




Oh Seth, what are we going to do with you...

Flash Stories, Part 10 (Final)

I want to be with him, but I don't want to be with him. Why did he have to be a demon? I wish to right my wrongs and return to heaven. If only I could remember what my wrong was, then I would know how to correct. I want nothing more than to return home. At least that's what I think, that's what I want to believe. Maybe... just maybe... that's not what I truly want. Perhaps I should listen to my heart rather than my head. Who cares if the one I love is a demon, I'm never going to remember what I did wrong, I'm never going to be an angel again. He loves me for me, not what I am. I should do the same for him.

Flash Stories, Part 9

She says she can't love me as long as I am a demon. I cannot change that, but I don't want to be one anymore. That's why I left that world, so I could live as something other than a demon. I didn't ask for this, I wanted to be human. That angel girl has fallen from heaven and was forced to become a human. That's what she tells me at least. She wished to be an angel but was forced to be human. I want to be human but am forced to remain a demon. Why does it have to work out like this? Why must I thirst for her blood every second? I only want to remain with her.

Flash Stories, Part 8

That was an awful nightmare, who was that little boy? I swear I've seen him before, long long ago. He was there, when I fell from heaven, laughing at me. I know it was him, I know it! Why.. why is it that no one else seem to notice him? He was so different from all the rest, dressed in all black in a world of white. That evil laugh behind those innocent eyes. He's here with me now, where is he, where is this menace? There, behind the demon I love, cutting him open with that disturbing smile. Why can't anyone see him but me?

Flash Stories, Part 7

I wonder if that beautiful angel is doing alright. Does she know I am what I am, a demon of the night? I have to be careful, if I get to close, it may end badly for us both. I cannot let her find out who I truly am, for then she will no longer love me. If she knew, how badly I wish to sink my teeth into that pure neck of hers, she would go berserk. I need to see her again, see if she's alright. There she is, up in that tree, she seems to be sleeping. I wonder what she dreams about, or what she thinks about when she's awake. Am I on her mind?

Flash Stories, Part 5

I can't sleep. I can't think straight. What has this man done to me? I've seen him only once, but that seems enough to understand the feelings I have toward him. I feel his presence near me. I went to go to bed in a tree, could he be nearby? Why would he, I saw him go off in the other direction. What does this man want with me? Is he truly a demon, has he cursed me into loving him? Making me not be able to sleep is a cruel punishment. This is what I should have expected from a demon I suppose.

Flash Stories, Part 4

Who is this man? I saw him rise through a large crack in the ground. Is he some sort of demon? If so, does he know I'm an angel? He wouldn't show such affection to me if he knew, would he? Does this strange man have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him?! No! I cannot, it is forbidden for an angel and a demon to be together. well, I'm not exactly an angel anymore... I've lost my wings, I've lost my memories, I'm not sure of who I even am anymore. Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to love this man.

Flash Stories, Part 3

Yes, I am finally free. Out of that dark world I used to call home. Up from the dirt, the darkness that surrounded me, into the light. Who is that over there? A tattered girl kneeling on the rough ground. Her dress is torn, but you can tell it as well as herself used to be very beautiful. She cries and pleas, talking about returning home. Why does she feel her back with such anguish, does it hurt her? I will find out about her, crawl to her if I must. I can stand, I can walk, I can talk. Her voice is a melody, calming my black heart. She is lost, I am found. I will be there for her, care for this girl and her forgotten past, because I will be her future.