The Arghtime Chronicles (Part 2)The Brunch HypothesisThe Arghtime Chronicles (Part 2)6 months ago in Short Stories
9:00-11:00, The day after the Sami Incident
Arghtime flexed his calves in bed as he slowly came awake. It was a day of the utmost importance. The day he would solve the most heinous of crimes. Yet, the red shirt wearing, glasses sporting lad took his time getting out of bed.
The previous day had been a rollercoaster (metaphorically of course). His dear friend Sami had been found hanging by her underwear in the most vicious of wedgies. A combination of an atomic wedgie and a hanging wedgie. QUITE the embarrassing situation for his infantry commanding friend of Orange Star (Unbeknownst to her but 'knownst' to us, he greatly relished the thought of her like that and kept a mental image). To make matters worse though, this had occurred on day she [Sami] had been eliminated as a contestant for a playable character in the new Super Smash Bros Game. As her friend (and an inspector of some repute), he has been asked to help in the investigation.
The main problem wa
The Arghtime Chronicles (Part 1) Inspector Arghtime At Your ServiceThe Arghtime Chronicles (Part 1) 10 months ago in Short Stories
Arghtime was having a bad day. For starters people had been spamming him notes for weeks, and the art site where he liked to post his art was glitchy and irritating to work with. But perhaps worst of all was that the results had just come in from the Super Smash Bros Audition. The female cast had been decided and his personal friend and favourite Sami of Advanced Wars had not made the cut. Sami ,a finalist, was the last girl the game makers had cut before releasing the final list. She was devastated. Not only did it mean not being granted a place in the new super smash game and all the publicity that came with it, but additionally it meant bearing the brunt of the insults and taunts of the other Smash girls who DID make it. Whether it was Lucina's "You were not destined for this", Samus's "The was even less of a chance of you making it than there is material in my Zero Suit" or Wii Fit Trainer's "I made people suffer, and even I made it over yo
A Visit to the Headmistress *The following is a work of fiction. Any likeness or similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental*A Visit to the Headmistress 1 year ago in Short Stories
Featuring Robin Brighton and The Headmistress
Guest Star: Raven Umbra (Arghtime, 2015)
"I assume you know why you're here young woman" Said the voice behind the curtain. Robin looked around the room before answering. It was a small room with very little in it other than the large scarlet coloured curtains which hung from the ceiling. A small vase decorated the lone book shelf in the corner, and a few abstract paintings hung from the walls. There was also an intriguing trap door made of metal in the middle of the ceiling and another in the floor.
"I am here because I taught my nemesis a lesson!" Robin declared with all the courage she could muster from her position, seated in the middle of the room.
"Robin dear.... I asked do you know why you are HERE" replied the eerie voice. There was only one reason someone was sent to the headmistress... the very reason that had giv
WEIJI the Fanfic - Chapter 02(POV Leila)James Cameron's & Neill Blomkamp'sWEIJI the Fanfic - Chapter 02(POV Leila)1 year ago in Sci-Fi
A Fanfiction by Kaptain-Kefiah
Chapter 02: Home is where the Heart is(cont.).
The door of the wagon opened, she shouldered her way through the crowd, and jumped off.
The girl got out, fixed a bit her grey hooded coat and cleansed the dust away from her jeans with the gloved hands, then she looked at the stop map.
To reach the Front enter the corridor on the left.
The neon lights of the corridor were old and gave out a yellowish glow, a couple of them was out of commission, the roof let water pass and was covered by a huge blot of greenish moss, the walls covered with black fungal blots and hole in the covering, the floor encrusted almost entirely of filth and fossilized chewing-gums, the benches covered in blots and writings, one so much that the overlapping words were absolutely unreadable.
On her left were the doors of a public bathroom, and she could see the white walls completely blackened by writings and dick doodles, the floor
Bez tytuluWstałam dosyć wcześnie. Uniosłam lekko głowę znad poduszki.Bez tytulu3 years ago in Short Stories
Ach, tak, to już dziś!
Ubrana w szarą koszulę, zbiegłam po krętych schodach, omijając rzeczy rozrzucone tu i ówdzie przez mojego młodszego brata. Pożegnałam rodziców, mojego braciszka(zło wcielone), przerzuciłam przez ramię czarną torbę z przypinkami i - ze słuchawkami na uszach - leniwie powlokłam się do szkoły.
Mieszkałam tu dopiero od początku wakacji, a co za tym idzie - praktycznie nie znałam okolicy.
Stanęłam przed budynkiem szkolnym. Był wielki jak stadion Wembley.
Weszłam do środka i stanęłam przy tablicy ogłoszeń. Nie były zbyt ciekawe, jednak, jako, że nie znałam szkoły, nie miałam innego wyjścia. Przyznaję, nie wiedziałam co robić!
- Jesteś tu nowa?- usłyszałam
Dangerous Poison - Chapter 2 - Say What???"What, you're that old? You're pretty hot for an old man. And if you're old then why do all the guards call you 'young' master," I questioned.Dangerous Poison - Chapter 2 - Say What???3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
"I'm only 17, now stop pestering me, or I'll have your head cut off," the young master said getting annoyed. He paused "So you're the person with the sacred snake, may I have a look at it?" He said getting off his chair and coming towards me. The snake suddenly appeared again twirling around my fingers. I held out my hand so he could see it. He gently picked it up off my hand and examined it. "Yes. He's the one," the young master said after a long pause.
"The one for what exactly, I'm so confused!" I cried.
"Don't cry, Executioner has chosen you to be my acquaintance," the young master said.
"For what exactly, what if I didn't want to be your acquaintance? And who's Executioner?" I complained.
"I need you to come with me to save the world, oh and Executioner is the snake his my friend call him Q if you want" He replied.
"Say what!?" I said stil
DC characters101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your CharacterDC characters7 years ago in General Fiction
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Dizzy: Er, my full name (when you take out the parts that human ears cant pick up) is Dazaril, but I go by Dizzy.
Marionette: I used to be named Marian Nicole Ettely, but Joker changed my name to Marionette before he gave me to Harley.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
Dizzy: Im 15, and well, Im not really sure what my date of birth is on an Earth calendar heh heh.
Marionette: I dont quite remember.
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
Dizzy: I was born on a planet with no name. Nowadays, I run with Thunder and Lightning (dont worry, theyre people, not phenomena) so we dont really settle anywhere. But were always ready to head back to the Tower if were ever needed. Seeing as Im a certified hero, I think I can say Im patriotic.
Marionette: Im not
101 Things I should know101 Questions You Should Be Able to Answer About Your Character101 Things I should know7 years ago in General Fiction
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Ezekial: Ezekial Ericson. Ericson isnt really my last name, but its the name I had before Ezekial, so I just kinda readopted it. No nicknames
Romeo: Romeo. Nothing more.
Zyan: Zyan Maksim Demidov. Im embarrassed to admit it, but Iden has been known to call me Zy-Zy. But I suppose thats okay because hes cute.
Vark: Ivarkel is the only name I use in this dimension call me Vark.
Marie: Well, my full name is Maribelle Genevieve Paxton, but I just go by Marie.
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
Ezekial: I know Im somewhere in my twenties, and the Institution never told me my date of birth.
Romeo: I am ageless. For date of birth, please refer to original sin.
Zyan: Im 17, and my birthday is October 14th.
Vark: Please dont ask Im old enough to drink, lets put it that way.
The Illuminator's Apprentice1Chapter one:The Illuminator's Apprentice19 years ago in Fantasy
A gruff voice echoed in the damp alley, "Idjut brownie! Yeh damn near got us bofe caught!" The mammoth silhouette directed his words at the little creature tucked under his arm. The brownie glared up at his captor with arms crossed and sharp eyes narrowed.
"Pardon me," he spat squeakily, "For merely attempting to mess with the fish merchant's rude son a little! It's hardly my fault that his cat caught sight of me! Now put me down, you slimy reptile! You have no business flinging me around like a rag-doll!"
None-too-gently was the brownie's request carried out and he rubbed his sore bottom as he tottered after the monstrous being who was currently trying -in vain- to be stealthy on his oversized feet. The brownie sighed and doubled his pace so he could get close enough to the giant thing to stroke his smooth shin -for that was all he could reach. "My apologies, Varke
The Occult, a reviewTitle: The OccultThe Occult, a review9 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Author: Colin Wilson
This book was pegged as a "must read" by my husband… However finding it second-hand here in South Africa was anything but easy (considering that his previous copy grew legs). All the copies in our local libraries had been nicked (as have nearly all occult-related books in public areas), so I decided to play a waiting game as Wilson's books have a habit of turning up in second-hand shops when you least expect it. I was not to be disappointed. I eventually pounced on my well-worn copy not too long ago and could finally see why this book was worth stealing.
The first thing that impresses me about Wilson is the fact that he knows his sources well. Either he spends a hell of a lot of time reading, or he knows exactly which sources to pull his information from (and where he finds the time to write!). Apart from a rather formidable list of published works, I've enjoyed reading his other titles focusing on the lives of Gurdjieff and Aleister Crowley, amon
SoilThe soil clutched between the fingers of a dying man. The intoxicating stench of blood in the air. Salty and gruesome. The thin curls of smoke showing some sign of life within the poor creature as it lies helplessly on the ground. At your mercy. Will you spare it, for however long? Spare the life, let him suffer perhaps, a bit longer, until death does come knocking, taking his soul away forever. You could end it now. Plunge your blade into his gut. Let him die quickly, free of pain once and for all. Some will spare him the agony. Others will watch it. Some will walk away, unable to bear the thought of what they, or their comrades had just done.Soil9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
Many miles away a family awaits the final call, the one that will change their lives. They know it is coming, a dark thought in the backs of their minds. They try to live normally, without the father they love so. He will come back. Safe and sound. They tell each other, half-hearted smiles cracking their false impressions.
Reality flakes away as