Pass of the Lion (DireDays Extra Scene)The snow had returned making Tanto and Mal’s track higher up the peak that much more treacherous. Mal had dismounted to allow Tanto maximum mobility. Free of his rider Tanto was doing a fair job of picking his way up the mountain. Mal was not fairing so well. For a while before they had been walking over fairly fresh snow. Mal’s snowshoes had kept him neck and neck with Tanto. It wasn’t until they hit rock that Mal began falling behind.Pass of the Lion (DireDays Extra Scene)2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mal’s gun clattered against his snowshoes, both strapped to his back and both weighing him down. His breathing was quick and labored. He wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore, nor was he accustomed to hiking up mountains in already thin air. Altitude combined with age and slick rock… Mal would be lucky to come out of this alive.
Tanto had stopped to cast a wary glance on his companion. Mal caught the look and scowled. “I’m fine. Just needed a break.” He had stopped to catch his breath and his littl
Bak praktak!In full: Bak praktak sekut tarl les oc!Bak praktak!8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pronunciation guide: 'Bak' as in English 'Buck;
praktak, both a's as the 'u' in English 'Buck', so 'prucktuck';
'sekut' as in French 'écoute' with an 's' in front,
'tarl' as in the first part of 'tarlton'
'les' 's' is hard and not soft as in 'less';
'oc' as in 2nd part of 'knock', so 'ock'
This alien phrase is akin to 'whatever' but not as impolite. It is not meant to offend.
It is indicative of irritation, annoyance, frust
You Can Call Me DavidYou can call me David, for I am the last of my kind.You Can Call Me David4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I never thought anyone would want to banish all one thousand Davids from existence, but I was wrong. I used to be David 531, along with the other 999 Davids. But that all ended yesterday, when my last brother, David 203, was brutally murdered. I will not let my name and my brothers’ perish from the world. I will not let my brothers’ souls go down in vain. I will not let their killer lay his hands on me.
You can call me David, for I am the last of my kind.
And I am going on a quest to kill my brothers’ murderer.
6.15 Legends and LessonsEven the immortal have legends, child. The elves say that death comes when we have learned all we can from this lifetime. They think that’s why they live so long, because the hardest lessons take the longest to learn. In fact, some of them think they are cursed with it.6.15 Legends and Lessons2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m getting to the curse, now, aren’t I? Calm yourself, little’un, you’ll hear it.
The legend goes that there was once an elven girl called Liette who was loved by everyone she ever met, though she did love none of them back. Well, to be fair, I suppose she did love them, but none more than any other, and so she accepted neither suit nor particular friendship from any.
Yes, child, she was just like of those of us who don’t desire husbands or wives. And Liette treated everyone the same way, to keep them from their own jealousy, you see.
But jealousy cannot be helped sometimes. Another elf, a princess, who had been turned down gently and kindly according to Liette’s wont, d
Fall Draws to an End [Chapter 2] Reaction Chapter 1 | Chapter 3Fall Draws to an End [Chapter 2] Reaction6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you sure you're alright, baby?" Arius asked for at least the tenth time as she led her son back towards their tree-house home.
Aki had to look down to see her small, mostly cyndaquil form walking beside him. He sighed and gave her a smile to try and show her that he really was okay since saying so didn't seem to be convincing her. "Really, Mom, I'm fine. And I'm not a baby anymore."
"Ari, leave the boy alone. Our kind take these kinds of falls from time to time when the wind gives out." Cornelius- a morph cottonee- said, floating alongside his son and pretending he wasn't just as worried as Arius. Aki knew better. He could see the worried glances his fath
TempersEdward walks down the hall. He runs his left hand though his now shorn short hair. He had to cut it. Edan lost her temper and Edward stepped in to stop his fellow elemental mages from getting hurt. The only thing that had gotten burned in her temper's eruption was his hair. He rather his hair be burnt to a crisp then having to deal with Edan's guilt if she hurt one of her fellow warriors because she lost her temper.Tempers5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He pushes open Morrgahn's office door. His beloved was sitting there and Nicolas was with him of course. The two of them look comfortable together. Edward was still impressed as how Morrgahn balanced them all; their needs, their wants, spending time with each of them.
“Nicolas you are a big cheater.” Edward's voice cuts though the silence of the room. He gets a wink from the other young man using Morrgahn as a pillow as he choose to do each and every day.
“You just jealous I can study and spend time with himself.” He wags a finger at Edward. “Y
Golden BurdenShe touches his crown, her quivering finger tips gently brushing the cool metal. Worry furrows her brows; dissapointment curls her lips. Her eyes prove patience while searching for an answer in his dead-set glare. His expression remains blank, but his racing heart gives him away.Golden Burden3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's too young, she understands. All of it is just too much for him to handle. She offered to help-- to help carry the burden, but he refused as quick as his heart now beats.
A sense of pride is what he's after, she assumes. A young heir to the throne, a boy, becoming a king ruling all; a man. A man brought up young.
"Why must you worry for me?" he asks, tense beneath her touch.
"You've given me much to worry about, so why mustn't I?"
"I don't want to be a burden." He strains to not look away, the truth planting butterflies within his chest.
"Trust me, darling. It's not you that's the burden." She glances at his crown and brings her
LRG - Omega - B.Guard Mission 1LRG - Omega - B.Guard Mission 18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ever since I came back to Legadia, I didn't truly involve myself with the events going on. Sure, I helped Leon and rescued Aurora, but those are my friends. I came back to achieve my goal, which is none of the leader's business. It's a personal matter.
In any case, I joined the LRG. Maybe that's not a good idea, hearing about leaders swapping and apprentice kicking...
Either way, I have to start off somewhere. The leader that once initiated this mission isn't around anymore, but Lacey was (kindly enough) able to recreate the same conditions. Further instructions awaited at the castle, so I went there.
My name is Omega. Though I was waiting a long time, I'm now a Royal Guard of Legadia. Little do they know that I'm also here by pure interest... But couldn't the same be said of everyone here? Hm?
My father is the Mighty Hero named Zero. You know, those heroes whose stories are heard everywhere? They are called Mighty Heroes due to their good services everywhere, such as repeling threats,
A Not So Epic Magical Coming of Age AdventureThe boy had a gift. His drawings came true.A Not So Epic Magical Coming of Age Adventure1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Think of the possibilities,' said the Grand High Magician. 'But if a dark magician had this gift, think of the possibilities then! We must learn more. Does it happen every time? How accurate must it be to target specific people? Not very, looking at you ma'am, no offence. How detailed must it be? Could one, for example, affect an entire country with one A4 drawing?'
'First things first,' said the boy's mother, who was looking flat and square with a thick outline round her. 'I thought perhaps some art lessons.'
Revenge From Beyond the GraveIn the dark tunnels that were my home, danger lurked. I wasn't sure precisely what danger it was until I rounded a corner and almost walked right on top of it. Fortunately it was facing the other way from me and hadn't noticed my presence yet. I froze. All I could see was a ginormous blue reptilian backside with a tail, its bulk taking up almost the entire passageway. I couldn't see exactly what it was doing, but from the way its back was shuddering its head must have been moving up and down. I tried not to think about what it might be eating as I slowly and carefully backed away down the tunnel, praying it wouldn't turn around.Revenge From Beyond the Grave8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Either God didn't hear my prayer, or had heard and decided to fuck with me. Just before I reached the relative safety of the corner there was a loud CLANG at my feet, followed by a series of smaller clicking noises. I froze again. Looking down, I saw a large cogwheel rolling away from me towards the creature. Looking at my right hand, I saw that my makeshift cl
Shinigami RecordTeam Name: Shinigami RecordShinigami Record1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Guild Affiliation: Survivalists
Team Ranking: F; 0
Authenticated by: Devdas Gadhavi, Registrar
"The boundaries which divide Life and Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and the other begins?" - Edgar Allan Poe
Ginnegan "Gin" // Male // Salamence
Young Adult (21) // Absolute: 1
Adamant // somewhat of a clown // Moxie
Gin is an average-sized Salamence following the archetypical design giving to dragons of the European mythos. Meaning, he is equipped with four legs and wings similar in shape and function to a bat's.
Standing at four feet and eleven inches, Gin is likely to tower over most non-Survivalists (the Survivalists seemingly attracting many sort of fully evolved members), but he's not the largest Salamence one can come across. Though he does have a particularly leaner, more sl
Giant king/queenYour a giant king/queen who was walking to thrown to pick out your new group of humans and when you got there you noticed that there was all different ages so what age well you get and what we'll they do?Giant king/queen45 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) snack (soft vote)
4) switch your the human
What's the age
I Am What You Made MeI Am What You Made Me4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
hit the backwards "P" button to make it easier to read!
The great hall's torches were unlit, only the moon shining its light through the tall glass windows. The vast room was muted, its deep red carpet seemed black in the dark. The King's black dragon throne, along with the Queen's golden griffin seat, remained empty, all the official courtiers and Councils asleep for the night. There was no sound nor movement in the room, but it was not empty.
The King stood at the center of the hall, facing the thrones. He wore no crown over his black hair, it hanging unbound down his back. His arms were held loosely at his side, his stance calm. Only a slight twitch of his mouth hinted at a secret smile. They had finally come, the Ancients, the judges when the Guardians themselves were under scrutiny.
It was the King himself that was to be judged. Ghebaas Morvin, the Dragon Charmer who had lost both his dragons.
No, not lost. Using that word would hint at an accident. It was no acciden
Dreams of the FutureSummer, year 761 of the new ageDreams of the Future49 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silverthorne, Iron Hills
Featuring: Hekla and Skyla
A sizzling sound could be heard echoing through the mountains, followed eventually by a dull thud and then a large pillar of smoke was coming out of the small cave up a narrow stone path. Flapping his large wings a young vulture came running outside, shaking his feathers and cawing unhappily at the golden fawn that trotted outside after him, coughing a couple of times, before turning to look over her shoulder at the smoke.
“Right. No wet grass on the flames...it will explode and smoke.” Hekla told the bird, who didn’t look quite as eager about her newest discovery as the filly herself. He waddled closer and softly nibbled at her with his beak, to witch Hekla just chuckled, licking over the bird’s head.
“No worries, the smoke will soon be gone and we’re both okay, so nothing happened right? Right!” she grinned at the bird, who just looked at her, bef
Homeward BoundHomeward Bound2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Location: Silverthorne, The Ash Plains
Featuring: Eru - Stag - Lieutenant, mentioning Grandmother (NPC), Isla (NPC), Endora (NPC), Dior (NPC), Vana (NPC), Aldro (NPC)
His hooves hurt. His muscles hurt. His eyes hurt. For a good while he was reminded of the journey to the southern peninsula; it had been full of misery and aches and pains. As it turned out the journey back was no different. It was late Spring and the scenery of Silverthorne was something to be marveled at, grasses a crisp golden tan in color with the burst of color from wildflowers wherever one looked. Still, after a while of traveling the scenery wasn’t quite enough to distract him. It was a long journey back to the Ash Plains.
On his way to the Grey Lake to meet Grandmother for the first time he had made the decision to try and swim part of it an
No.66- Snow“What is snow anyways?”No.66- Snow2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
T''lee asks, perched between two branches. He seems perplexed as to why anyone would be interested in poking about on the screens.
“It looks like frosting, or powdered sugar. And it comes from the sun.”
He glances upwards, along the cable to the great disk. “Hows it get through the airlocks then?”
I frown, the thought had been chief on my mind, but not knowing the answer makes me defensive.
“They had a big one, called the sky.”
Idly munching on a fruit plucked from his tree he shrugs. “THE sky? They didn't have two of them? What woud they do if it broke?”
I ignore him and run a search for the sky. Lots of images come up, full of blue and straggly white stuff that must be repair swarms. They called their nanos clouds or mists, and the ones that made the plants grow they called rain. I start to feel lighter and I realize the pod must be nearing the top of it's arc. With T''lee along, dogging my steps I ha
HOG/Mimpossible Black Sheep Chapter 19The first thing Sandy noticed once the lilac light faded was he wasn’t in the base anymore.HOG/Mimpossible Black Sheep Chapter 195 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instead he was in the middle of nowhere, there wasn’t a building for miles, and only bare earth and scrub.
“What the ‘eck?” Bunny was just as confused. “We should be in the HOG base! Why are we here?”
Sandy shrugged and formed a compass rose and a question mark.
Bunny lifted his nose to the sky and took a good sniff. The scent he got was very familiar. “Australia.”
Sandy folded his arms and formed another question mark.
“I don’t know either!” Protested Bunny. “There’s gotta be a town ‘round ‘ere somewhere. We can find a Tunnel to the base.”
Sandy shook his head.
“I’m not gonna set off the alarms this time mate. They’ll let us in.”
Sandy nodded in agreement, then formed an image of a someone shaking their head and then of a file crossed out.
“Why wouldn’t they
ToI: The Fauxhollow Mission (Part 3) The party returned to the forest in much higher spirits, fortified with the enforced break. The faux was skulking about the area in a wide circle, and spotted them before they saw him.ToI: The Fauxhollow Mission (Part 3)46 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again, their first notice of his location was a spray of flaming projectiles blazing toward them. Dee jumped in midair and blasted outward in a wave of wind, Zitep flinched and flickered, but didn’t vanish with an obvious effort.
“Wait!” Dee shouted. “Please stop, we just want to talk to you!”
The flame bolts halted for a moment, but quickly resumed again.
“If you won’t be reasoned with, we will have to kill you,” Felice bellowed. “And don’t think we can’t do it.”
The bullets stopped.
“Is there any particular reason you’ve been shoot
labYrinthI'm sure, you ask, why the "Y" ist written big. How you may explain: it stands for "Why". Because I don't know, what the labYrinth is, how I got here or just what the labYrinth is. This cause I will tell you my story. Maybe it will help, to understand it only a little bit. Or it just confuses me.labYrinth25 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, now my story starts.
I run. They follow me. Everywhere I go. I run. The cliffs. The west coast of Ireland. I run. I fall. The impact. Darkness. Silence. Deep dark silence. Everywhere.
No stars. Only a bright light, which comes near fast. It touches my skin, and I am in a dark corridore. At the wall at my right, there's a screen. First it's black, but now it flickers, and shows a text. I wanted to go on the way, but then I realised, what stands there. "What...?", I tried to say. There stands "DECIDE! If you'll go on now, you'll never come back again. You'll go and go and go and never die or get anywhere. This is the labYrinth. If you decide to go back, you won't be the same. But you'll ge
The Fauxhollow Mission (Part 1) [Infinium] It was a warm day in fairweather when Damen knocked on the door of House 35.The Fauxhollow Mission (Part 1) [Infinium]1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Predictably, Zitep answered it.
“Who are you and why are you getting dust on our porch?” he demanded good-naturedly. “I’m Zitep, by the way, and this isn’t house 28 if that’s what you thought. Read the sign.”
Damen blinked, a little surprised, but he quickly regained composure. “I’m Damen, I regrettably can’t help getting dust on your porch, and I’m here because Dee was planning to help me with my excursion to Fauxhollow.”
“Ohhhh, you’re that guy he mentioned a while ago, that was flying around some place with him? Yeah, he said you’d be stopping by. Come on in, I’ll assemble the team!”
“Thank you!” Damen flew into the house.
Der Magische Zoo PrologSchule. Immer das gleiche. Man lernt was, macht zu Hause die Hausübungen und dann? Nach ein paar Wochen hat man das Meiste schon wieder vergessen. Und das geht bei mir jetzt schon elf jahre lang so. Aber dann gibt es aber wieder die schöne Zeit der Schule: die letzte Woche. Die Projekttage. Ausflug, ins Schwimmbad, Grillen, was auch immer und dann kommen die Ferien. Endlich.Der Magische Zoo Prolog3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, nun haben wir endlich diese schöne letzte Schulwoche. Am Montag waren wir schwimmen. Am Dienstag besuchten wir einen Kletterpark. Gestern, also Mittwoch haben wir gegrillt und heute machen wir einen Wandertag durch den Wald. Nun stehen wir hier und warten bis alle da sind. Alle da, Abmarsch zum Bus der uns von der Schule an den Waldrand bringt. Und so beginnt unsere abenteuerliche Geschichte, doch was uns da alles bevorsteht, konnten wir jetzt noch nicht ahnen...
On a search for cougar'sNaibi awoke with a start, the events from the last few days flashed through her mind like a movie clip. Over.. and over...and over. Looking around the large room, she noticed a lot of differences between it and her room - well, tent... - back home. For one, there was a lot of light streaming into the room. Mostly from the large, paneled windows. Sliding from the bed, she placed one foot onto the cold, stiff wooden floor before gently placing down the other. Getting used to the feeling, she carried on, getting off of the bed and venturing towards the large wardrobe. There; she proceeded to change into the warmest clothes she could find. She was very excited, for today, they were going hunting! Naibi journeyed the short distance from the wardrobe to the door before stepping out into the long, silent corridor. Most people were asleep at this time, however, she had been asked by a few of the other people that had been staying at the base if she would like to accompany them hunting. And howOn a search for cougar's7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader2P Italy x Depressed/Suicidal Reader6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched the blood drip down the knife wound on my side. I’d never admit to this man that he’s doing me a favor rather than a criminal act. I’ve seen his photo on the news several times; darkish brown hair with a tint of red, that unmistakable curl, those deep red eyes that show only pure enjoyment as he watches the person shiver and shake before he kills them, and those sweet looking lips that turn into a deadly smirk. His voice is so smooth, deep thick Italian accent; it’s very attractive like the said man.
“Bella, you don’t have a clue who you’re messing with,” ooh that accent with that voice sent shivers down my spine, the good shivers. I knew exactly who he was although I didn’t mean to run into him, but I’m grateful he’s killing me. I don’t have to do