Trailblaze II - Chapter 3Trailblaze II - Chapter 323 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 Adrift and Astray
Lighting flashed across the blackened sky as both longboats swayed left and right. Regardless of how strong the crew tugged at their oars, the longboats were at the mercy of the sea. Ferocious waves crashed against the vessels as everyone held on tight.
"Brace!" ordered Alek as he crouched down.
A pulsing wave nearly sent a man overboard, but Tomas grabbed him by the collar, "Gotcha!"
Ben shut his eyes and covered his ears from the boom of thunder, "Oh how I wish this was all just a bad dream! I want to wake up now!"
Zi placed an arm around him. "We're going to be alright, Benji. You must be strong!"
Tomas grabbed hold of an elongated tarp and threw it across the boat. He tied it down to protect everyone from the storm and braced for impact. Tomas peered
I Am SleepNarcoleptics, like your sister, have always belonged to me. To come me here into my palace, and demand her return is beyond foolish. This I have already told you.I Am Sleep18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have a dream. Would you like to see it? Look here in this handful of dust. These colours, are they not familiar? It is a dream where you and your sister play in the Autumn woods. Go there now. She waits for you.
No? A beautiful dream won’t do?
I could force you to go, but you would not enjoy the dream as I intend. You would search the edges, find an untucked string and unravel my creation until you find yourself here . . . again. If only you understood that what you do is impossible. Maybe then you would . . .
(Sigh.) Your anger at me is misdirected. Let me tell you who is really to blame for the loss of your sister. A woman from your realm. A most remarkable chemist. Doctor Haber. She began it all when she developed that drug. That cure.
But, of course, it was not just a cure. If it was merely a cure, I might
FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars"It's just $5,000 dollars, for real?"FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Andrew stared into the jar. He could almost see the people, but the outline of the city was very small, vaguely Ancient Chinese, vaguely Ancient Greece. The jagged edge of the what he guessed to be the main temple wasn't quite familiar.
"Some would say it's a bargain," the salesman said. From the way his lips thinned under his pencil thin moustache, Andrew got the impression he wanted to snatch the jar out of his hands and hide it on one of the many shelves. The store had hundreds of the jars, hundreds upon hundreds. If the man couldn't part with one, there was something wrong with him.
"I'll take it," Andrew said, handing the man his card.
He'd never really thought about owning an entire civilization before. He'd gotten lost looking for the Potion shop, and ended up in Civilizations R' Us. He'd seen the ads on tv, made fun of them with Kelly. Who puts civilizations in jars and sells them to amateur wizards? It wasn't just crazy, it was stupid.
Commission: Watch Who You EatDrake Redhide awoke from his slumber, his serpentine form uncoiling as he yawned and stretched. As the eel-man smacked his lips and tasted the ocean water, he noticed a peculiar taste floating around. It seemed as though the spinnakers had got into his coral garden again.Commission: Watch Who You Eat16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Drake sighed, letting out a steady stream of bubbles from his chiseled jaw. The muscles in his humanoid torso were a little stiff from the night’s rest, and he could feel a small but insistent craving for movement in the back of his mind.
“Time for a hunt,” he muttered to himself, turning over in the water until he was facing the door. A wave of his arm sent a current through the modest little undersea cabin, pushing the door open as though by magic. With the way clear, Drake gave a single thrash of his mighty tail, and shot like a bullet into the open ocean.
It is difficult to describe how free and open the ocean can feel. When one needs to breathe air rather than let water move over gills, being un
A Lycan's Return: Chapter 17It was with those first bitter memories of its absent father that the once calm and collected young lycanthrope suddenly breaks out in an unrelenting outburst of pure anger and aggression, the enraged animal sat opposite the concerned brunette howling out at the top of its lungs before abruptly smashing the plates and glasses spread across the table at its disposal, carelessly wiping out the entire contents of the table in its blind rage as I fully embrace the sheer indescribable hatred boiling up inside me.A Lycan's Return: Chapter 1714 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“How can the man who had hidden from me my entire life have the nerve to turn up out of the blue and expect me to accept him as my father?! Not only that, but believe that he can turn me into a bloodthirsty monster with no self-control and for me not to try and kill him for it?!” I bark out aggressively, scraping my thick black claws across the table as the violent flicker of red in my eyes spurs the terrified vet to try everything in her power to calm down her angered
A Tutorial Gone Wrong (FFM Day 3)Allison Song sighed as she mopped the floor next to the tropical fish exhibit of the aquarium. This was so not what she had mind when she'd signed up to be an intern for Aqua City Aquarium. She had been hoping to help with the tours or narrate the water shows. Hell, even dispensing tickets was better than being a janitor.A Tutorial Gone Wrong (FFM Day 3)39 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's no big deal, she repeated over and over to herself. We've all gotta start somewhere. Besides...The long-haired Chinese girl glanced at the fish swimming behind the glass. The view's pretty nice...
An octopus-like shadow moved in the distance. Wait...octopus? "But that's not on the list of fish on display!" Had another sea creature somehow gotten inside? No, that was impossible; each section of the aquarium was seper--
The 'octopus' let out an earbud-splitting screech, causing the glass to crack. Before Allison could react, the tank burst, hurling thousands upon thousands of cups of water upon her. The minute
PMDA - Samaritans' App. - Team Swift SapienceTeam Name: Swift SapiencePMDA - Samaritans' App. - Team Swift Sapience1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
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“In this universe, to be blind is the worst curse of all; even worse, for it to be self-inflicted.” -- Thaddeus Termuth
Celeste Della Sona // Female // Yanma
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Mild // Alert to Sounds // Compound Eyes
-- Physical Description: Celeste is relatively small for a Yanma, but is not far off from one of average size. The most noticeable differences that she has from a regular Yanma include that her wings have extra markings. These markings and the original stripe are a fiery red-orange hue, a bit more orange than that of a normal Yanma. There are three small triangular markings on the tips of her wings, although they each look like half-diamonds. Meanwhile, near the place where her wings meet her thorax, there is a long, thin, isosceles-triangle sort of mark extending from the thorax to the mi
A Black BirdToday i saw a black bird... I asked myself if it was happy flying up there, if it was happy with it's color.. of course it didn't care about what the other birds thought of him.. or did him? Maybe that's why it is so lonely, but this reason seems so... superficial, im sure it have other reasons that i don't know...A Black Bird1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course it is a bird, it couldn't choose to be a bird and it couldn't choose to be black, but it can choose when it flies and when it doesn't, yet sometimes it is forced to fly to escape from danger, but it also flies sometimes to just feel the good feeling that it brings to it.
Yesterday i saw a black bird.. i asked myself if it was alive.. down in the ground looking at me, like it knew me for quite a time, it was dangerous to be there, and it knew it, but i guess sometimes flying too much can be exausting, so it rests in danger...
It doesn't seem worried about what's around him.. i don't know if it consider me a potencial danger or if it is just curious about the fact th
The GearmasterWhen my uncle told me a friend of his was looking for an apprentice – not an assistant or an employee, but an actual apprentice – and sent me to meet him with a letter of recommendation in hand, I have to admit I made certain assumptions. I guessed that I would be meeting a tinkerer with a shed somewhere behind his home or a small ground-floor room set aside as a workshop. I supposed that this would be an old-fashioned master of clockwork, the sort who spent months hand-crafting a single pocketwatch using ancient tools, techniques, and materials, with no room to experiment or improve.The Gearmaster22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I went, I have to say, with the expectation that once he discovered that Alex was short for Alexandria and not Alexander, he’d show me the door.
Long hair and skirts tend to have that effect, I’ve found.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I was shown through a comfortable house to a back-yard laboratory almost as large as the main building itself, and for a m
The Amastereth Short Story IThe Amastereth Short Story I19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
These were the accounts recorded by Ardor, the first of the Fire-casters, who was at the right to Herin his comrade.
In the years of the Great Apostasy, the Iacum struck many of the Sons of Senetar. Among them was the husband and children of one woman named Zilah. She came to hate the Iacum for what they had done. She took up arms in the great battles against them, her rage unfathomable. Zilah stood among the strongest warriors of Herin’s army, standing at the front, cursing death, challenging the Iacum and mocking them. Zilah’s flaming eyes of violet and void-colored hair was the last thing many Iacum saw. Her name meant death for any who heard it. The very shadows of the earth bent to her will. The Sons of Senetar counted her among the mighty. They spread tales and songs about her conquests. Herin himself appointed her among his great generals. She needed not strategy nor trickery to overcome her foes, only a blade tightly clenched in her
FFM submission 2 - Delilah“...or more, or less,” Delilah said as she shrugged her shoulders in nonchalance as she tried to convey her latest concept.FFM submission 2 - Delilah1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Behind his goggles, Bill eyes slit in frustration. Delilah seemed to have only a superficial understanding of his outrageously skilled workmanship and he was starting to lose his patience. He placed his hands on the workshop table and sighed. The moon was casting almost as much light as the candles, creating a soft atmosphere quite unlike the vexation he had churning inside.
He was about ready to give up working on her latest scheme until the next day. If Delilah were not such an important, not to mention attractive, patron he would have stopped her late-night visits long ago. She was always coming up with the craziest newfangled ideas. He was certain her mind was composed of ever-turning brass gears itself for how obsessed she had become with his inventions.
It was always soon after he had decided to retire for the night that she would turn up on his
Swamp Things “This can’t be right.”Swamp Things2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jeb turned in the boat to look at his brother. “What can’t be right, Obediah?
“The water level.” To demonstrate, he took his oar and jammed it down into the water. It barely got halfway in when it thunked on something under the surface.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s just that global warming everyone’s been going on about. The swamp’s just drying up because there hasn’t been any rain lately.”
Obediah scratched his head and looked around. “But, Jeb, that can’t be right. The swamp don’t look any lower. It’s just right underneath us.”
“I’m telling you it’s just the swamp drying out. Look, I’ll show you.” Jeb climbed over the side of the boat and into the water.
“No, Jeb. What about the gators?”
Guardians of Chicago Chp 3Guardians of ChicagoGuardians of Chicago Chp 322 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There’s No End To The Surprises
“What day does school start again?” Shane asked.
I clanged his drum sticks together in my hand as I looked to the ceiling in thought. “It’s Wednesday…I think. Yeah, it is, because we have three days of school and then a three day weekend because of Labor Day. So freaking great!”
Shane nodded and placed his foot on a chair to tie his shoes. Today was the day that the marching band – along with other teams like cheerleading and football – would take their big group picture for the yearbook. For me, this was the first time I was in my color guard uniform. It was our color guard windbreaker with our school name on it, the marching band shirt underneath, a black dance unitard under that, and then black dance shoes. Not to mention that we had to tie our hair back and put makeup on for the picture. Yeah, that pa
FFM Day 4: My Friend Loves NightmaresEveryone has different kinds of friends, right? There's the cool one, the smart one, the weird one, the one nobody likes, and several others I can't think of right now. Well, I have a friend that some people would call "weird." He's been with me for the longest time. Since I was six, I think. Or was I five? When did I watch it? Yeah, I was five back then. So, anyway, when I was five, my parents made me watch this cartoon movie, and it scared the hell out of me. Still scares me today. It just won't leave me alone! So, yeah, the night after I watched it for the first time, I couldn't get to sleep. And when I did get to sleep, it came into my dreams. Rabbits are never supposed to be that big. Or eat meat. The nightmares went on for three days. My parents didn't make me watch that movie again, but that didn't make the nightmares stop. Apparently, avoiding it doesn't work. Probably beFFM Day 4: My Friend Loves Nightmares3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Where dark angels goHome, sweet home, some might have said. I didn't.Where dark angels go11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The place I grew up in... meant little more to me than one final visit, a last homage to the time when I used to be human. Funny, I don't even seem to remember. It feels like I've always had these wings, even though I know I didn't.
The empty house. The burnt down dojo. The tombstone of my former sensei. The trees growing from the ashes of the burnt wood. The memory still made me cringe and touch the spot on my back where my wings would sprout any moment I desired, even though it is but a hazy memory. The last homage to my human self which died here, when I “earned“ my wings. Yet not the tomb of my humanity.
It was time to go. She was still waiting for me.
I got up, leaving the old sword behind. It wasn't dull; I kept it in good shape. But it was of no more use to me. It was truly time to let go of anything that wasn't me. When something doesn't change, it is dead. The past. This is just what this place is. The past. It is d
Mally rp deviation.You or your ocs go to an orphanage in brightwind, looking for a youngster to adopt. a child angel, around 7 years old in appearance/age, stands out to you. what do you do?Mally rp deviation.18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Promise Gone WrongThe shrill chime of bells burned through the stained glass, the shifty, stones of the keep, and through the village until the flames died at the town walls. It engulfed peoples' ears and filled their lungs with a smoky sigh. When the ringing finally took hold of the last child's small frame, it stopped, and life fell in step again.Promise Gone Wrong5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tears carved her skin raw, coughs axed her ribs, and her cries shattered the hearts of those few around her. Slowly they ebbed away, smiles replacing sags as a costume for the guests that had gathered in the dining room. But she took no opportunity to follow. She let the liquid soak her dress and polish her hands. Gathering the ends of her hair, she sucked quietly on them, loosening her bun until it curled on her shoulders. She heard him come in but no words left her dry throat.
"I'm sorry this happened." His quiet voice jerked her attention away from the wall. She gazed at him for a moment before turni
[emma] - Shadow Binding 1 "Emma, here." Momma held a ring out to me. When I first glanced at the offered jewelry it was a plain, very simple band. A few spots glittered and shined like gem stones do, and gold does not, but other than that it looked like a plain round band. Smooth. It wasn't until I looked again that I saw the intricate inlay pattern.[emma] - Shadow Binding 118 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The band itself was simple and round and polished to a high shine. Gold, of course, it was the best metal for bindings. This one was a series of slightly-off yellow-gold slivers carefully woven and smoothed with shaved gem stones placed inside each symbol. The mixtures of the colors were so subtle and so carefully designed that most people would miss it even under close scrutiny. It was the color-enhanced eye sight of my eyes that picked out the details. "I need you to test this before we use it on Maira.”
"What is it?" I held out my hand for what could only be my fathe
~ FFM 3. The Last Fairy ~A white fire burned in the centre of the room, its light wavering like the twinkling of a star. It hovered above the ground, slightly above Radyn's head when he stood up, but always feeling out of reach. He hadn't the energy to try touch the star. He could feel no warmth from it, nor coldness. It was never too bright so as to hurt his eyes, nor did it ever dim. It merely hung there, inexplicably, magically, impassively.~ FFM 3. The Last Fairy ~2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time Radyn saw it, almost a month ago, he had felt hope swell up inside of him. He had thought the star would guide him out of this hellish prison. It hadn't taken him long to learn the star would not be commanded. It seemed it was sent there simply to mock him and torture him further. He now lay dejected on the ground under the burning fire, staring without blinking until his eyes hurt. For the first time in a long time, he wished death to take him then. This was not the life he was meant to live - forgotten, imprisoned, fading slightly from view with every p
We Are The Desrever Page 3Reredrum fell silent as he looked at Detrotsid in question. Why would they be leaving? They lived here for almost two years, so why now?We Are The Desrever Page 314 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The City Dwellers want us out of here, they're going to come and try to kill us, and we all know that." She stated. Reredrum thought of it, this had come to mind but it still seemed odd. He sighed
"Yeah, guess you're right." He added. She nodded then looked around
"You all got everything, right?" She asked.
Reredrum nodded as Detrotsid walked by
"Good, be ready by noon." She said while leaving to go upstairs.
The leader walked up the broken stairs into the hall, holes in parts of the wall revealing the old frame left standing in the building. She slowly strode down the hall, leaving reality and entering her mind as she went into the room she stayed, half focused she lied down on the old mattress. Reaching into her pocket she took out a matchbook and opened it, only a few matches left, she took one out and struck it, lighting it.
She held it up
Oath of Justice (Case 1: Letting Go) (1/3) Woman: (In tears) Help! Help! He stole my purse!Oath of Justice (Case 1: Letting Go) (1/3) 22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Robber: (Running with the woman’s purse) Hehehe! (Hides in an alley) (Looks into the purse) Let’s see the booty, shall we?
Officer: (Cocks his pistol) Drop it, and put your hands up.
Robber: (Drops the purse) Sure, officer. (Smirks as he pulls a knife from his sleeve and throws it at the officer) HAH! (Eyes widen as he gasps)
Officer: (Reveals that he caught the flying knife with only two fingers without any effort) Now, where was I?
Robber: (Whimpers as he holds up his hands) I-I was just kidding!
Officer: (Swings his pistol and knocks the robber out) Asshole…
Other Officer: (Runs into the scene) What happened, Hondo?
Hondo: This guy pulled a knife on me. I took him out. Now, let’s take the jerk to the hospital before we arrest him.
Hondo was a young, white skinned man who seemed to be in his early or mid-twenties. He wore a dark blue police uniform with matching pants and black shoes. His uniform had a badge and
Just this once - Exploration 2Alvis let his body fall into the natural smooth rhythm of the canter, his lupine body keeping just ahead of the blind tawny Tokota behind him. Lyrin’s dull blue eyes appeared almost silver in the fading light, letting her sensitive hearing and smell allow her to follow without too much direction from him. It had been a lovely day and it was shaping up to be a cool night, and if the static in his fur was any indication he just might get to see Aurora Borealis later. Lyrin kept his easy pace and seemed to rather enjoy the run, she actually loved it when she was treated like any other toko and not like she needed a buffer to keep from tripping or walking into trees. She could walk and run just as well as any other Tokota thank you very much, and with no help from anyone but herself. She could even hunt and fish with the best of them if she so desired, though in truth it was a little tough for her. He pushed on for another half mile before giving her a whine and slowing down and comiJust this once - Exploration 26 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This