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The Princess and the Spider 2The Princess and the Spider 2: The Spiderning: The Film: The NovelThe Princess and the Spider 2 by kaolincash
In a far off mansion in a castle in a land far away, there lived a princess; a cursed princess.
Many years before this tale is set, all that she ever cared about was taken from her by an evil spider. She wanders the halls of her castle, alone where once stood a grand mirror now stood a grand mirror with a sheet over it so that she may never have to gaze upon the terrible scarring left by the arachnids poisoned bite.
Sighing, she stepped away from the tear-stained cloth covering what was once her most treasured possession. She descended the decrepit stone staircase which led down into the entrance hall in a great sweeping spiral, expertly avoiding each damaged foothold lest she should slip and bespatter the dusty marble floor with her brains.
It was 11am and the messenger had arrived with a letter from her parents and an outstanding bill from IKEA. Catch
UrsulaBefore the operation, people would run from me. Screaming. Freak, they would shout. Weirdo. Monster. They were right, though. They always are. No smoke without fire, after all. My name is Ursula, and Im an eighteen year old girl. A couple years ago I wished I could just end it all, but my mother always told me that once I hit eighteen I could have the operation that would make me normal. Children are cruel; if youre slightly different they prove their superiority by beating you up, or playing cruel tricks. Imagine that amplified by a thousand, a life in which every day you wake up and wonder if its going to be the day youre murdered by an angry mob. I felt like a Frankensteins Monster, but this waking nightmare was a real issue I faced every day of my life.Ursula by kaolincash
The operation was a success, however. Cosmetic surgery to make me look normal. It wont last forever, Ill need to return to the clinic to get laser surgery and to make su
Chapter IIIFew rays of light shone down through tree-claws to the ground where she lay. The bottom of the pit she had fallen into was damp and multi legged creatures scurried back into their dark holes as she stirred, a few of the braver ones attempting to feast on her cold flesh remained. She screamed, shooing away the necrophagous beasts tearing lumps from her lips and face, and sat upright in a daze.Chapter III by kaolincash
She could not recall any event prior to her awakening and, confused, began climbing her way out of the hole like a centipede brutally dismembered by a curious child. She lay at the mouth of the vertical cave and breathed heavily, desperately trying to remember her past and identity.
She staggered to the edge of the necrotic forest to find the remains of a building she no longer recognised. Hearing voices nearby, she drew back and lurked near the outer rim of the woods until she arrived at a battered wooden signpost bearing a single word, 'Fullhweol', the name of the undead city she had discovered.
Chapter IIThe fire spread quickly through the building. The staff evaded the blaze and headed toward the centre of the city to alert the authorities to the fire. By the time they returned, many children had been unable to escape on their own and were consumed by the flames, left to their horrible deaths by the guardians of the orphanage. The layout of the building was such that after eating on the ground floor, the children were sent to their beds on the top levels and were hungry once more upon arrival.Chapter II by kaolincash
The fire struck during the night, caused by the inner workings of a toil-machine one of the children had not powered off correctly. Nearly all of the children died, the sleeping quarters being situated above the work floors. This was the perfect excuse for one girl to slip by unnoticed and flee into the darkness. Thought to have been cremated alive, none searched for her.
The deadly inferno was eventually doused by the cold limb of the fire brigade and the wreck was abandoned for evermore.
Chapter I, Part IIShe awoke from her unconsciousness to find herself in an unfamiliar location. Glancing around frantically she noticed rows of pale, dirty beds in a blinding room, before her vision became distorted and she blacked out once more. A nearby nurse checked on her condition but she was otherwise left alone. She was being treated for poisoning after being found, by a constable during the raid of her home, barely breathing on the slate floor of the kitchen where her father had tried to murder her.Chapter I, Part II by kaolincash
The trial drew to a close at the end of its first hour. A guilty verdict had been passed and no plea of insanity could save his life. The girls father was to be hanged until dead and his body thrown into a communal grave, without a coffin or a blessing.
In the degraded hospital, the girl awoke. Finally, her head had cleared and she was able to leave. Leave not to her home, but to an orphanage already full to its brim of sick and vulgar creatures no longer pure and innocent children. The girl sh
Chapter I, Part I.The rain wept onto the earth. It was a terrible rain, falling on a terrible night. This rain swept away not muck and grime and plague from the streets, but the deep crimson love of a mother. The river that once flowed through a full heart now bled into the earth along with the life of a father, along with the life of a killer. The man had snapped. A sudden urge had taken him in his rage as the single bell rang out a single chime. The last view of the world in his wifes eyes were of his; cold, remorseless as she was thrown from the casement.Chapter I, Part I. by kaolincash
He listened for a thump as the body struck the cold, dry earth yet there was none. He peered from the window to see a single ruby among pewter. The fence spike she had been thrown upon had been doused in her blood, now trickling down the post toward the ground. This was when the first drop fell not of blood, but water. The rain began in the moment her life ended. This was not a rain of renewal; this was a rain of death. This was the rai
Ulterior StorageThe final scrawling of Doctor Jackson Malvino, regarding his Ulterior Storage Breakthrough</b>Ulterior Storage by kaolincash
I am writing this passage as a document of the thoughts and musings of a man heading toward self-annihilation. I shall be no more the man I once was by the end of this night, though I have not been that man for some time prior to my writing of this last fragment of my current life and although my life may continue I shant have any recollection of this experience, or any other for that matter as the effects of my plan shall include a total reformatting of the cursed brain I was brought into this world using; the brain that fuelled my devastating experiments and breakthrough in the field of computer-human symbiosis. I do not know whether or not my vegetative state will be permanent, though I suspect after the installation of new base software I will have my default processes running once again, assuming I have not forgotten how to breathe and
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I'm Kaolin (or Maia, or Casey, if you prefer).|
I'm 22 and I live in Scarborough. I am an abrasive feminist who really likes earthbending.
I have a Bachelor of Arts degree in Design for Digital Media. I mostly specialise in interfact design for websites, though I absolutely abhor it. I prefer to think of myself as a "Jill of all Trades" (except programming, at which I suck).
I am currently exploring the world of 3D modeling, which I love, and I'm planning a series of web-based transmedia storytelling projects for which 3D modeling will be necessary.
I am not currently taking requests or commissions; however: I am more than happy to be fed ideas and inspiration for further projects I may wish to undertake!