ok another world needs to be fixed okay
*Crashing with Wrecking Ball and Excavating with Steamshovels*
Okay dudes! bring it over here slowly, slowly...ok...ok...and stop! Right here fellows
*Megaloud Drilling*
Okay bring in the HyperBeam Drill! Right over there next to the foundation
*Beaming sound*

Library Of The Night

Welcome to my personal collection of stories and poetry. Please enjoy what I have and soon there be more to come, Ta Ta!

*Walks out of the room*

Oh! And before I forget any questions should be directly asked to the librarian, Zexion. Please enjoy your stay

Zexion: Ok don't make too much noise and if there's any problem I'll be at the counter if you need help. *Goes and sits at counter*

Can Black Wings Turn White?

If life was shown by our wings, a certain child with pure white innocence pair was harshly treated by the darkness of reality. The child, as he was growing up, has always believed the world was a better place. But as the child unfold the truth of the world around him; he was abused by the darkness.

The cruel truth of the world he knew destroyed the very hopes and dreams of this child. He was beaten senselessly, crippling one of his wings and the other torn off. While the senseless beating continues as he grows into a young man; his remaining, crippled wing was turning black because of the cruel and apparent fact of this world.

The young man, after the harsh treatment, wanders in hopes of proving the reality wrong. But he only sees darkness all around him as everything he believes or hopes was decaying around him, slowly fading away. Wondering through the darks grounds, he can only accept the cruelty and truth of reality.

However, this youth decided to look up and see the high blue skies instead of the low dirt-filled ground. Though he accepts the truth, he continues to fight, to fight of what he believes: good triumph over evil, lights scatters the darkness. He struggle, but nevertheless continues to flap his wing through the sky, aiming the never-ending top of the heavens

Darkness and reality may shoot him down with arrows and projectiles of cruelty, but he strongly willed himself to fly high. What drives him to fly was his belief as a child, the belief that was thought to be long forgotten. Though he has one wing, crippled and beaten, and stained with the blood of his deeds, his wing grow stronger every day, and slowly turning white


just something I did over a few days, and what I can do to make up for my lost of days of non-submittion

hope you can enjoy, and this is kinda psychological, so please enjoy n understand

also please comment

Zexion: finally back are you?

me: woah you're still here?!

Zexion: sigh

The Blind Feels, Not See

In a still alley, at a crack of dawn, there’s sat a little girl who can only hear. Her silver fringe sways in the peaceful zephyr, waiting silently in a quiet town; listening to anything that swift passes her eyes. The only th...

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Beginning of My Travels

Ahhhh… the cool breeze, sweet melodies of the birds, the sun over face, and…warm raindrops!? I thought as I rested near a large stone. Weird these raindrops felt slimy and sticky and smell of apples and hay. Whats going on!?I slowly open my eyes and look up and there resting and drooling right over my face is Blaze, my dark gray horse.

“Ah gross dude!” I leaped away from that horse and wiped my face with my poncho. “I didn’t know horse can drool!”

Blaze suddenly awakens by my complaining, yawned, and went back to sleep. I got a bit annoyed by his ignorance, so I just gather some water with a container from a nearby pond and splash the water at him. He literary went sky high and landed on his four limbs wide awaken, because the pond was very cold from last night.

“HAHAHA! That will teach ya for drooling over me,” I laughed as the horse was still shivering.

The gray dude was enraged so he charged towards me, and me still laughing my heads off. For the second I thought he had already tried this tactic before, so I do what I always do: fake and evade. He charged, I stopped, jumped right over him, and he crashes into tree right behind me, simple no? I did all that until step 3.

When I landed with perfect position he came right back like a raging bull and me as a clueless matador hitting me at the back and crashing into the pond. I let out a bit yip and shoot right out of the freezing waters, while Blaze laughing his manes off.

“Okay fine. The cold water was a bit too much. Sorry okay?” I said shivering.
The horse still was neighing laughter but just a few. He came over and hand a towel he took from his saddles’ pockets.

“Thanks, so we’re even right?” I asked accepting the towel.

The horse neighed and nodded his head up and down and gently strokes his head on me indicating his sorry for the drooling.

“Yeah I know boy. I knew you didn’t mean to, you just tired that’s all,” I said gently rubbing his head and brushing his mane. “And I didn’t mean to splash ya with that water; I sometimes get irritated that’s all.”

He just neighed happily, and I smiled. About an hour later I’ve packed up the ‘camp’ and we hit the road. Blaze and I are always traveling a lot; from town to town, village to village, across lands, and even across oceans. We’re always traveling because we don’t have a permanent home anywhere, ‘cause it’s too expensive and too much of a problem.

But this day might change because we reached to a place called Forget-Me-Not Valley.

Yeah so hope you enjoy it!

Zexion: ...
Me: What?
Zexion: What in the name of Kingdom Hearts is this?
Me: Wha-
Zexion: This is weird to be either called a fanfiction or short story, it just to weird!
Me: *sigh*...-_-'

Aquarius IX by dragonnova

There was a strange sound wafting on the stuffy air of a large white marble room. It started out as a gentle rhythmic tapping, rubber against stone. Almost timid at first, then it gathered courage to keep up with the beat of an unheard song. It wa...

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A Promise Was Made

Few months since Castle Oblivion Team were obliterated…

… Tap… Tap… Tap…

Goes the sound of the black-clad feet walking down through the spotless, marbled hall. A figure walks soundless with each step, wandering within the castle’s walls. No life quivers as he walks, no sound stirs as he pass. Not even the dead move to the pace of this unknown stranger.

His face was concealed underneath a hood, as well as his body underneath a dark coat. He step with black boots, he jiggles with metal chimes, and he swish and sway with the long coat. Noiseless step walks through the white hall, with pillars of weird patterns and walls of strange shape. Pedestals with a clear crystal ball on top he passes doors of golden shade of obvious shape he goes by.

Every hall each with doors on each side, all look alike. The stranger passes not even glancing at each one. He, though, stop instantly and turned facing at one door; although, it looks like a wall with a heart-like emblem on it. The figure places his hidden hands onto it, and a luminous light burst into life.

A glowing crown appears on the emblem and a sound of an unlocking click was sounded. The door gently opened and a soft breeze flew out of the room. The room was patterned similar to the emblem door, and there soundly asleep a boy with blond spiked hair rest on a decorated chair in center of the room.

The stranger, who didn’t waver or hesitate, walks towards the slumbering kid. He stared upon the child watching and waiting if he ever wakes up.

“Ven…if you are truly in a deep slumber, then there is no hope for waking you,” the deep voice said through the hood. “Until and if she returns, she’ll find the boy who residence your heart. Until then sleeping is the only possible choice.” The figure paces inches towards the door and stopped.

“But the odds of her returning are very low,” he said turning a glance at the boy. “For she is trapped in a world of no return, a world of darkness. She couldn’t escape if she even tried.”

The figure slowly walks towards the door. “But my promise to you and her would always be the same,” he said uncovering his hood, revealing long silvered hair, dark skinned flesh, and shining amber eyes. A single long silver hair escapes and floated towards the boy, landing on his hands. “I’ll find her and help her escape, and together we would help awaken you from the dead. Together we could go back like we always do. Fighting each other with our Keyblades, testing each other’s strength or showing off, and maybe watch some meteor showers on the peak,” he said it with a smile.

He put on his hood and walks out of the room. As doors slowly closing in, the boy seemly mouthed a reply:



...sooooo hope you like it....any questions or criticism just comment