Oh, Poor Marisa~"Yare, yare..." The cool voice echoed through the trees, calm and collected despite the situation its owner found herself in. The ordinary blonde mage dangled in the treetops far above the forest floor, having been tangled in the canopy. Her white and black dress was intact, but interwoven with branches and sticks, barely letting her wriggle more than an inch. Her broom had been knocked off to who knows where, her hakkero tumbled to the grass below her, and her hat... Well that's what she was looking for now! She arched her back and twisted her body as much as her predicament allowed; though being upside down didn't do her any favors.Oh, Poor Marisa~6 hours ago in Short Stories
She grunted as she strained against the sticks that kept her airborne, growing quite short with the stupid twigs that poked into her legs. A quick burst of anger overtook her as she gave a powerful struggle, pulling desperately at her makeshift bindings, but to no avail. With a deep groan she fell lax, hanging her arms down to dangle beside her head as sh
AwardsMerlin awoke and discovered that there was a stack of parchment messages awaiting him, which he had neglected to see for many, many months. Some even included awards for his Magik! He would have to read all of them to see if any came from the lovely Nimue.Awards5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The game was afoot!
+. __________________'''-:::-*|||...Много ви моля умолявам ви и моля ви на колене ви падам и обичам ви и ще умра за вас веднага винаги завинаги... но моля ви кажете ми: "Аман"! Кажете ми "Аман"! Кажете ми "Аман"! Кажете+. __________________'''-:::-*|||...7 hours ago in Short Stories
A New World prologueA New World is the 5th volume of the Heroes of a Forgotten Legend series and follows the path of 4 very individual teens that have been brought together through very different circumstances. Follow their stories and unravel their sometimes dark pasts as they try their best for a brighter future.A New World prologue4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
Below is a short and each of the main characters appearing in this novel:
Aeon is an ancient and powerful dragon who shares a mental tie with his master Losmean through the lost magics of the gremlins. After the destruction of the Earth Seals Losmean granted Aeons wish to live a peaceful life. So Aeon found himself reborn as a teenage boy attending Central Province Academy, but life as a human isn't so easy to adapt to after spending thousands of year as a dragon.
Jayde Ruvarrk is a fifteen year old girl who is about to start her second year of high school. The simple school ground seems strange, almost an alien environment for someone who up until now called a deserted apocalyptic wasteland so
Part I: His Kingdom ComesPart I: His Kingdom Comes54 minutes ago in Short Stories
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
The harsh chimes of the village’s alarm bell broke over the island, and an instant later, everyone in town exploded into motion. Dr. Yamane glanced up from the footprints to see dozens of people racing tither and yon, snatching up pitchforks, shovels, fishing spears, and at least one rusted, greasy rifle that looked like its glory days had ended around the turn of the century. He glanced about for Emiko, fearful for her in this mad stampede. She was a few feet away, saying something very quickly to Ogata. The doctor stepped towards her, but in an instant, the crowd closed, bunched, parted, and both of them were gone.
*KLONG! KLONG! KLONG! KLONG!*
“He’s on the other side of the hill!”
Less than a minute later, the winding path to the island’s summit was darkened with dozens of pounding feet. Yelling, growling, waving pronged and bladed fishing and farming implements in the air, the massive beast that was once a peac
And the Veil Lifts...Spring, Year 764 of the New AgeAnd the Veil Lifts...6 hours ago in Short Stories
Blackwood, Widow’s Hollow
Mentioning: Queen Deyanira and King Skoll
Fresh skulls lined the cave as Skjalddas hummed an idle tune. She was loving in her labor, tucking in various jaws and adjusting wayward teeth. All of the skulls grinned in jagged rows at her. Once she was satisfied that they were where she wanted them, the grullo hind peered into their hollow eye sockets and blew dust from each one with care.
When the arrangement satisfied her, Aldda singled one out and plucked it by the vine woven around its jaw and sticking out through a hole in the top. It was once a stag. Much older than the others, its skull was particularly white from the careful cleaning the grullo gave it. And age.
After summoning a spirit for a few brief moments when she was younger, Al
Naori Myth 07: Jum Banishes HerselfRoht was watching his family’s Protector die from starvation. She needed blood and energy to keep her heart to soul bond strong and over the years it had weakened. Years of eating merely stone and drinking sea-water had taken a toll on her body. She lay withered at Roht’s feet. Tuhk, the Great Darkness, had made a deal to go to the sea and return with a creature for Jum to eat and obtain blood from. However years had passed and her bond was slowly fading. Since she had fallen she was weakening slowly everyday. More and more Roht feared Jum was going to die forever before Tuhk returned.Naori Myth 07: Jum Banishes Herself1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters
Finally, Tuhk returned, bringing with him a great turtle, as wide as any great boulder and as heavy as three. The young turtle was shaking his limbs, struggling to get away from Tuhk’s grasp. He groaned and screamed at the gods in an inaudible noise. Tuhk dropped it in front of Jum and looked at Roht. He then left his bestial form and reached into the turtle and withdrew the hear
TaylTayl slid to a stop outside the massive compound, panting slightly from the effort of running with a leg brace. The ten-year-old true hybrid ducked under the wreckage of a car up against the chain-link fence; he'd arranged for that a few days earlier, and it looked as though the groundskeeper hadn't yet managed to patch up the hole. He poked a head cautiously out from behind the wreckage, and then withdrew it quickly as a searchlight swept by. They were monitoring the gap, that was for sure, but it was a cloudy night, and the searchlight could only cover so much. That wasn’t to say the place was particularly vulnerable... most data banks were just inconspicuous buildings with an extra lock on the front doors. Wherever he’d been sent, if there were searchlights looking for him, he knew that what he was after wasn’t low-level intel. Tayl crossed his right leg awkwardly over the brace on his left, hidden by baggy black cargo pants, and pulled the overlarge hood ofTayl7 hours ago in Short Stories
Virtual War: Event 002 Team 005~Blitz's POV~Virtual War: Event 002 Team 0057 hours ago in Short Stories
A soft breeze blew the branches of the trees from side to side calmly as she sharp sunlight filtered in through the trees. The fallen leaves from the trees crunched as the two she-cats traversed the forest trail their voices quiet but audible to anyone who entered a few yard radius.
“Oh Blitz, I’d never leave you hanging, even if I had the short-tailed temper of a badger” Cinder remarked with her familiar wink. “I don’t care what or where you end up going, but I’ve still got your back.” She nudged me with her shoulder flicking her ears.
“I know mom.” I purred back, flicking her playfully with my tail. “I was just a little worried that you wouldn’t-”
“Don’t talk like that.” Cinder remarked, stopping my explanation her face turning a little more serious. “I may not be as serious as some of the others are, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less supportive.”
MaraI stuffed my face with bread sticks.Mara7 hours ago in Short Stories
“But that’s not how it goes. Artie, I thought you were smart. How can you be this idiotic?!” Her hands wavered around dramatically, ‘proving her point’.
When is the food coming? When will this even be over? God, I wanna leave. I’m just here for the food, and because Dad told me to come. I don’t even get why he’s taking this shit.
“Artie, Artie, here. You see the phone? You see Google Maps? That’s how you do it.” She said condescendingly while furiously pointing at her iPhone screen.
Dad was quiet.
“Lexi, sweetie, never be like your father. He is such an idiot. You hear me?” She said in an attempting-to-be sweet voice.
I nodded, still stuffing my face with bread sticks. Stupid, dry bread sticks… Well, anything to keep me from talking.
“When we meet with Aunt Mara, try not to offend… try not to talk, okay sweetie?” Dad’s previous words ec
Abstemious"I wish he wouldn't be such a jerk," Sammi said, crossing her thin arms across her lap.Abstemious5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
She is still wearing her street clothes, tight jeans and a short shirt. She hasn't gone home all day, knowing there would be just boxes and silence.
I knew because I could read her mind. It made it easy to keep her close.
Still, I couldn't force her to love me.
"He's seeing someone else," I said. It was the truth. Hannah from the Pier Pies shop. She had beach heated skin and lovely legs.
"And how would you know?" Sammi demanded.
She didn't believe me.
"Every Tuesday and Thursday, he goes down to the corner store. She buys her Snapple on break. They sit out front and chat about their day. She will tell him about her abusive asshole father and he will tell her how much he wants to stick his dick in her ass. She will laugh, but she likes it. She thinks men are all like that... she has never been with someone 100% willingly," I said.
Sammi looked at me with weird eyes. She started laughing.
"You have th
Journal Entry 6Dear Scroll,Journal Entry 68 hours ago in Short Stories
My brother gave me you to write in. He said that he had to go see someone. He said that it was highly important business and that it would take a while for him to get back. It was probably something that his crush had trouble with. He told me to stay in the deep underwater cave and not to leave it.
I was never aloud to leave it on any other day anyways, so what was the difference? I had never been to the surface nor have I seen another dragon other then my older brother.
My brother was the one to raise me since I hatched from my egg. I never saw my mother and father, but my brother said that they died in the war to save us from a horrible fate. He said that he saw them once and that he was born in the same cave that I was born in. He said that before they went to their last battle that they left my egg with them and said," Take good care of your younger sibling. Make sure that they live through the war. This is mo
Terminus- one last talk."Ah, it's you."Terminus- one last talk.6 hours ago in Short Stories
Indeed, it's me.
"I was wondering when I would see you again."
Well, I am here.
"Yes, you are."
Come. you know what must be.
"Oh, give me a few more moments.
I rather enjoy these conversations."
Fine, but only a moment.
"Beg your pardon?"
Two times we've met.
Always I've walked away.
Let you continue on in the world.
"Hmm. I believe three is the limit, eh?
Yes, I think that's fair enough.
"Tell me, when did we first meet?"
When you were ten years of age.
You almost drowned.
"Ah, yes I remember now!"
Your heart stopped beating for two minutes,
long enough for me to explain to
you the events and what came next.
"I recall being rather frightened."
You were not the only one.
I decided that you were too young
and sent you back.
The Beach (Brittany Part 3)"Are those mine?" Brittany said. "How the hell did you even attach them?"The Beach (Brittany Part 3)38 minutes ago in Short Stories
Standing upright and wiggling, the twenty digits. "I need to feel pretty, and I think I could do that by outnumbering everyone else, by having twice the amount of toes."
"Altmart is closing down so I'm not left with much options." A man came into the room, attractive, said nothing, laid down on the floor and played with her feet as she rested them on his face.
"I don't understand" Brittany confused.
"I needed you, I knew from the party last night you were a great candidate" There was a pause as she picked up the phone.
"It was Alice on the phone, she's stranded and toeless" She tells the man on the floor.
"you put her behind this as well?" Brittany still perplexed.
"You probably needed some help and some explaining" Most likely a lie. "She'll be at the beach." That wasn't a lie.
"looks like we're going to the beach" Said the man, his voice is muffled.
Brittany didn't like the idea "what if I don't want
Phelan And The Key Reluctantly, he handed over the key. Of course, it hadn't been the real key. Phelan was too brilliant to give away the actual key to his mother without seeing what it unlocked. He had his suspicions and he was prepared to test them out.Phelan And The Key6 hours ago in Short Stories
How rude of us to start anywhere but the beginning. A couple of days ago Phelan had found a key in his dam's haystack while looking for something completely unrelated. Being as devious as he is, he decided to keep it and figure out what was being hidden. He sensed she would realize it was missing eventually so he made a duplicate for when she wanted her key back.
Let's skip back to current time. Phelan was determined to figure out what this strange key unlocked. It was small and golden, looking like an old key did. The only thing odd about it was that carved into it was a small heart and some random initials. He hadn't the slightest idea what it could mean but that didn't stop him. He assumed they were just
Butting Heads - Fishing Hedan should be heading back now. She’s been in this strange area for a while now taking care of some business, namely hunting, sorting things out with Sabathiel and his tribe, avoiding that weirdo Asteraoth, and just generally relaxing in the soft spotted woods. But with all those activities squared away and a cloudy afternoon, that didn’t make her cold at all, even with all the snow, because of all her fur, she was starting to miss her home. Her loved ones were probably waiting for her return and she very much wanted to see them again.Butting Heads - Fishing1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It was time to go home, she knew that, and she planned to head out soon. However, she felt she deserved few moments to herself among these tall, sparsely packed and snow dusted trees. Just some peace and quiet to tide her over until she began the journey back to her home. Laying down on the
Trouble on the Mountain (Perceus Rue and Domitius):iconwildfire-tama: Domitius pulled on his armor and left the apprentice den, yawning as he blinked in the pale morning air. It was a chilly morning, the sunlight streaming thinly to the camp. Domitius was not all that suited to the cold, but he knew that the best way to warm himself up was to get moving. He was eager to get off, but Anura often told him it was best not to leave camp without a Gladiator. His eyes scanned the camp and found the young lion hybrid Perceus. Perhaps he would like to go for a small trip? He was an apprentice as well, but eh… close enough, they would be fine!Trouble on the Mountain (Perceus Rue and Domitius)6 hours ago in Short Stories
He trotted over. He didn’t know Perceus well, but what better time to get to know him? ”Good morning, Perceus!” Domi said to him.
:iconCCDooMo: Having just left his family Den Perc yawned and stretched. Armor on he wondered if Chara would be available to hunt today. The morning was chilly but Perc loved it. His fur was perfect for the cold and he felt antsy. He hoped there
Change Moon The knock at the door rang out like a burst of thunder, though it was made with the barest tap of knuckles. In the silence, every noise was magnified, like sunlight burning ants through a lens.Change Moon7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“What? Who is…No, no, get away, you know you can’t be here now!” The little girl’s voice was high pitched, vocal chords pulled taut by fear and panic.
“And yet, I’m needed. I thought maybe I could help you,” Sister Galton said.
“You know you can’t! Nothing can stop this!”
“I didn’t say ‘stop’—I said ‘help’. At the very least, I thought that a little girl shouldn’t go through what you are alone.”
There was a pause, a long one, and then the doorknob squealed, the first of many screams to pierce this night if previous experience was any in
The Girl with the cherry blossom smileIn this world, a new disease had been found; one that was overlooked at first.The Girl with the cherry blossom smile5 hours ago in Short Stories
The disease was something like a skin infection, just more... odd. It starts with small flowers blooming on the infected's skin, the flower differing per person. There was no pattern to the flower's placement, the growth was random. Unless someone tries to rip or cut off the flowers the disease is painless.
People were baffled by this new problem, yet they assumed it was harmless, some even found the disease beautiful.
What a mistake.
The flowers start out slow, but soon start taking over large parts of the body. Some people lose their hearing, most lose their sight. This would continue until most of the body was covered.
Then the flowers would fall off.
This stage was fatal, the falling flowers took the infected's life with them. There are cases where some live after this process; but cases like those were rare.
She didn't show them at first, her sweet nature scared they'd overreact t
The Old World Order The calligrapher produced his best work by candlelight, each letter perfect, no smudges. Everyone found this odd, even the calligrapher himself. In all areas of rational thought, the flickering, unreliable illumination of a candle would hinder so delicate a trade, especially now when there were electric lights and computers and the absence of respect for the age-old art. The calligrapher scoffed. No one knew what they were talking about any more. Any value for the old ways was snubbed and everyone had their minds on the undeniable truth that the government spread. War? War with what? There was nothing left to war with, no opposition of foreign nations and no alien invaders to shoot experimental weapons at. No, the world has reached its climax, thought the calligrapher. The world would soon fall.The Old World Order7 hours ago in Short Stories
E's danced in the temperamental light, because they were what the calligrapher
Lonely HeartThere was a woman sitting upon a snow covered bench. She had been sitting there for an hour, I had been watching the birds fight over flecks of food. She was soft, too soft. Too gentle, too sweet, and so help me, she smiled my way. Those glimmering eyes of her twinkling brightly in a vast array of emotion. I couldn’t think, let alone speak. The words were lost to the fog of my mind, twisting around my tongue in such a fashion that I, in spite of myself, could do no more than curse my very existence.Lonely Heart6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Curse I did too, colorfully at that.
Damnable heart of mine, making too difficult to even fathom a reply to her simple question. The inquiry became lost to me, as I stood dumbfound, trying desperately to recall her words. What was it again? What did she ask me?
Oh, yes the time. She asked me the time.
Her watch must be broken, and I didn’t have one. I lamented to myself, praying for an answer to her question. If I could offer her just one thing, than maybe I could get her to smi
Post-Apocalyptic RideNOTE: This imagery exercise is not based on "Avalancher lore" or Red Frontier: Anarchist Planet. It's just for fun and some contests...Post-Apocalyptic Ride1 hour ago in Short Stories
Yumi awoke from an uncomfortable, involuntary slumber on the wet grass out in the middle of nowhere. Her forehead throbbed in intense pain, and her joints ached a bit as she got up from the ground; she could feel some scratches, wounds, and dried blood on her dark skin. As she tried to shake off her grogginess, she tried to figure out what the hell just happened. Some intense blast miles away must have thrown her off her motorcycle when she tried to escape the effects of "Gray Area 2.0e," a modern magic spell developed from two ancient light and dark grand spells...
As soon as she regained her balance, Yumi put her cold hands on her forehead and conjured a healing spell she learned on YouTube not long ago; the t
Dear Ben8 October, 2537Dear Ben8 hours ago in Short Stories
Hey, it’s Khristina. I’ve never really talked to you like this, but I’m terrified and I don’t know what else to do. Coming in contact with you at all will only bring bad news, but I will not under any circumstances go with anything you say, I just need someone to talk to because my best friend, Luciel, is being imprisoned in another cell far away from me, as all the other slaves are in this place. I don’t know where we’re at, but it’s cold, dark, damp, and it reeks of petroleum. I’m pretty sure you’ve been paying attention to what happened in the last year or so, the whole Hirouleysi invading when everyone thought it was a joke for 30 years. They swooped down in their giant “kveikurs”, which are 10 feet tall raven black, metal dragons with a wingspan three times their size, spewing poisonous toxins where ever their masters please. We both like dreadful looking things, but both of us