GalactusTo whomever finds meGalactus3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
I fear I have held something from you and from the galaxy, for many a year. As you all know I am the last of my kin and as I am approaching the end of my life, I feel it is appropriate to tell you the truth.
Back when I was Galan in the year 27π it was the morn of the seventeenth moon. I was no older than nine, a number which, said to represent satisfaction, brought only sorrow. The sun had set with a smooth sky yet there was a disconcerting air of the cavern. The only woman who ever loved me was resting peacefully, with child, upon the chaise longue, the fire kissing her toes with the sweetest crackling sound. The suns upper corona was casting its final rays, illuminating her tired face.
As her chest gently rose, a hoarse braying came from within the barn, followed by a consenting uproar from the other animals. I rushed out to tame the mounting pandemonium emanating from the farmyard. The barn doors had burst open. Shards lay across the drive. Ebbs soa
The Hermit's TaleThe Hermit's Tale4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
The Hermit was nonplussed to see him. He sat cross-legged and didn't look up from his fireplace as he spoke, "Playing hooky again, I see. What was your name again? Never mind, it's not important."
"It's not?" the Boy asked, tilting his head with curiosity.
"Names are only titles arbitrarily given to us by others," the Hermit said with a sniff. He poked at the flames with a stick before finally looking up but at the orange sky, not at the Boy. "I can't say I blame you for skipping school on a day like this. Southern Gallifrey does not see many beautiful days this time of the year." Thick clouds drifted across the midday sun, shielding them from its heat. Today was a casual day suited for leisure, not tedious, rigorous studies.
The Boy stole a good look at the Hermit, who had just regenerated a few days ago. The old man had a fresh, youthful face that belied his hundreds of years of age. His soft, rounded features seemed like the face of a baby and an old man simultaneously. But hi
Wednesday's ChildIt was a Wednesday.Wednesday's Child3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Following 23 hours of labor, Drew Theodore P. Lipsky (the P stood for nothing in particular) entered the world at 11:59 p.m. He was born a bit blue in the face; but at the time that was easily explained by the hypoxia.
No one least of all the overworked obstetric staff of Lowerton General Hospital was in a position to appreciate the deeper significance of that color. Or the prophetic irony behind the moment itself: having fought all to day to delay his own birth from the most woeful of days to the most ambitious, and with his goal not only in sight but within reach, newborn baby Drew would find himself falling short by mere moments. It was to be his first grand failure, and the one which would set the stage for all the others to follow.
Compared to that, the mishap during the bris was but a minor setback. One which was kept under the table, when both the rabbi and the hospital (eager to avoid a scandal) were quite willing to settle with the Lipsky fami
EEnE: The Dodgeball IncidentIt was a somewhat quiet, peaceful night here in the little town of Lemon Brook as we soon come upon the site of a busy amusement park called Mondo-A-Go-Go. It was on a tall cliff beside the amusement park that we could see a construction-like setting. And it was here that we could see three boys, all of them sleeping on the ground around the area. These three preteens were the Ed's, who were all on the run from their fellow neighbors.EEnE: The Dodgeball Incident4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Anyway, we then could see one of the three boys; the middle sized of the three nicknamed Double D, starting to toss and turn in his sleep. A nightmare was plaguing his mind
"No P-Please stop " Double D muttered as he tossed and turned even more, "W-Why do you--"
Double D suddenly jolted up from his sleep, screaming a bit as he did; sweat dripping down from his forehead that was mostly covered up by his beanie, "Oh I-It was just a dream," he muttered as he regained his regular breathing pattern, placing his right hand on his chest as
Dragon's Fury"Mother, when's Father coming home?"Dragon's Fury3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Seven-year-old Youou was lying in his bed and was about to be tucked in by his mother. Yet he wasn't sleepy at all because he was pressing to know about his father's welfare. His mother, the priestess, was about to raise the sheets with her graceful hands when she paused to weigh Youou's question carefully.
"I'm afraid I do not know, dear," she said with faintness in her voice.
Youou immediately noticed her concern. He didn't like seeing his mother so sad. "Is it because Father has to fight a lot of demons?"
"Yes." The priestess folded her hands in her lap and bent her head in a quick prayer even though she was away from the shrine. "But do not worry. I could feel the wards staying strong around the borders. Your father is doing well in the battlefield."
The boy smiled and leaned his head back against his pillow, content with his mother's reassurance. At the same time though, he wasn't really surprised. His father was the lord of Suwa Province, love
Creating Sebastian MichaelisI awoke from my bed, screaming. As sweat rolls down my back, I remembered the horrible nightmare, the heavenly yet demonic woman who caused my body to shake in fear.Creating Sebastian Michaelis4 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Who was the woman? It felt like I should know her, yet every time I tried to explore my mind to find out more about her, my mind became clouded and I would then hear the screams. The heart curdling screams from hell. The reoccurring nightmares haunted me throughout the day but one night, something changed. As I escaped the world of unconsciousness to the darkness of the night outside my bedroom, as I walked across the silent and surprising empty bridge over the river, I met her.
I met the demon of my dreams; my mother.
"How are you darling? Is the human world treating you kindly?" her sugary sweet voice taunted me, as though enticing me. She was my mother, yet a creature so unknown to me. I could feel my 'human' disguise disappearing off me, replaced with my formal black attire and single blood red earring. At the age of 1
The tale of a madmanThis rain started to bother me. It was raining for almost a month, without a break. It made me melancholic. It made me remember how I became the person I am now. I remember it like it was yesterday.The tale of a madman3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
It happened long time ago, I was only 6 back then. My father was an alcoholic and my mom was on drugs. He often used to beat me when I didn't want to do housework. And my mom? She would just lay on the couch, laugh and tell me that I deserved to be beaten up because I was so disobedient. It's horrible when your own mother doesn't protect you.
At the age of 11 I was beaten up in school by some school bullies because they didn't believe me that I don't have lunch money. I ended up in a hospital for a week, with my right hand and few rips broken. When I came home from the hospital, my father has beat me again, saying that I should know how to defense myself.
When I turned 13, I ran from home. I lived on the streets, hiding from my parents, running away from shadows on the streets. It didn't la
ChildhoodI remember the trips Mum and Dad took Ginny and me on when we were little. Though they happened as often as Christmas landing on a Wednesday, we were sometimes able to go to Hogwarts to visit my brothers. Usually, the trips happened if Percy did something special in school, and Dumbledore would invite us for some sort of celebration.Childhood3 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
One visit in particular sticks out in my mind simply because of the aftermath.
It was Fred and George's second year at Hogwarts, and on this visit, they were anxious to show off a spell or two. We were inside the classroom where the boys took Charms, as they were showing Ginny and me, who would soon be attending school there, so Mum and Dad thought it would be all right "just this once."
They demonstrated how to perform a spell that would stack dishes. Now that I look back, I realized that Mum and Dad definitely knew the spell, but they were able to act so impressed as if they had never seen such a thing in their entire lives.
The rest of the trip went the