BreakingYou can feel it...can't you, Guardian?Breaking12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Teeth gritted in a feral snarl, a great head bowed as the creature's spine curved inward upon itself against its master's will. I...cannot...
As though it were a cat slinking just beyond her sight, the voice seemed to carry in a slow, agonizing circle. Feel the hatred...the despair...the loss...feel the crack in your heart reopen, Guardian. Know that it is the human that made you feel this way...as they all have done. All have betrayed you...and all shall from this day forth. They cannot be trusted...they cannot be loved...for they do not trust you, and they cannot love you. You know this to be true. How many have betrayed your heart of hearts, Guardian? How many times have you opened your soul to a human only to be greeted with pain, betrayal and selfishness? See them in your mind...let it cloud red with anger...let yourself be overcome with the urge to destroy what has hurt you, Guardian. The humans cannot comprehend
The Dove and The LionLady Fidelle Mesrin’s long lashes would blink slowly over her wide, grey-blue orbs as the Paladin caught them with his own icy orbs. “I can not say I do a whole lot to be proud of when one asks that question,” she said sheepishly. “I spend my time studying, aspiring to become a great mage one day. I’d be content to be even a quarter as remarkable as the Sir Khadgar has become.” She said the last phrase with a laughter in her voice.The Dove and The Lion14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whitelion Aerobane Coarsef blinks rather caught off guard by her eyes before composing himself quickly. “A mage! A noble goal I must say.” He laughs softly. “Khadgar is beyond anything I have seen before… Such a powerful individual…” He smiles politely before going back to her. “I have no doubts that you will become an excellent magi.”
"Sir Coarsef, you flatter me. Do be cautious. I would not wish for it to go to my head," she said with a grin."
Aerobane laughed softly as a p
Suspicions“So how is our little Reaper friend?” Mercy asks over drinks in the groups’ campsite. She says it softly enough that the words couldn’t be carried away by the way.Suspicions18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kaiya wraps her cloak around her more tightly. Its greyness is turned charcoal coloured in the fire’s light. Her breath still fogs the air. “He would be doing better if I didn’t have to keep him hidden away. He’s not some disgusting abomination. He shouldn’t have to stay in that hut.”
The fire crackles, throwing sparks in the air. They sparkle then return home.
“At least you are closer to him than in the Enclave,” Mercy points out.
“True,” Kaiya shivers, clutching her travel cup. “But still… it’s not right.”
Mercy tries to think of something to cheer her up. Being a Demon Hunter and all, it doesn’t work. She just nods slowly; before she can say anything else, the sound of approaching footsteps causes the two wome
Una Shinigami y Un General | Cap. 1- En la casa de la P.B. un día ejpecial(?-Una Shinigami y Un General | Cap. 121 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kathy: ¿Porque haces esto? Quiero ir a mi casa a dormir >:c
Yo: -Voltea con Kathy- Ya sabes, pinche floja(?
Kathy: Putah Bidah.
Petey K: Ya se que eres su novia... Pero no creo que esto sea necesario.
Yo: -Con un pastel(?- No joda. Ustedes harian esto(?)
Franky: Pos tiene razón :v
Bob: Pero si cumple 18 años.. ''eso'' seria legal para el(?
Yo: -Le avienta una zapatilla kamikaze(?- Callese >:///c
Kathy: Aun me pregunto porque me junto con ustedes.(?
Yo: Porque somos chidos c: (??)
~ ''Karakuri Burst – Fandub Keirame & Ozzu'' (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAMsVOtcjws) ~
(Proximamente la letra hue(?)
- Llega G Billy a la casa de la P.B. -
Todos: ¡Feliz Cumpleaños! (?)
G Billy: -Se asustó- ... C-Chicos... -Sonríe- Gracias.
Kathy: ¿Chicos? E_E
Cadence: ¿Chicos? E_E
Yo: ¿Chicos? E_E
G Billy: Eh... No me refería a ustedes.(?)
Yo: ¿Y a donde fuiste que estas algo uniformado?
Peeping Toms“We… really shouldn’t be doing this, guys,” he murmurs.Peeping Toms1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“No. We really shouldn’t,” another agrees.
“But… but… look at them!” the third breaths, barely containing his excitement.
“I know,” the second is awestruck.
Reiskilon and his friends stand in one of the newly formed forests on this newly formed world called Sanctuary. In front of them, is a lake filled with water pouring down from cliffs that reach up into the sky. But it’s not the pure blue waters or the enchanting scenery around them that has them so intrigued.
It’s several angel-maidens gathered in the water.
The trio of demons don’t move from their convenient hiding place, covered by the thick branches and shadows of the wood. Although there is a wary peace between the angels and demons, the two really haven’t mingled, save for Inarius and Lilith, whom had settled down somewhere west of here. Normally the sight of the h
bleach Kaname storyKaname and her family moved to Western Tokyo in the Karakura Town she was from america but she did not have any friends and her father Dr.Tom saw his old friend ryuken Ishida Uryu's father and she lost her uncle James in a car crash that took his life and she had a high fever and she ran outside in the rain but she lost her balance and she was about to fell on the ground but Uryu got her in his arms and Uryu ask his grandfather to take her to the hospital and she wake up in the hospital bed and saw Uryu who sleep next to her and Uryu and Kaname became best friendsbleach Kaname story1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mark of the Moon: Sapin -Pages 1 + 2I stand on the balcony of my new room, I look down at the courtyard below. The pearlescent stone fountain below allows water to flow forth and irrigate the floors. The walk ways of the courtyard spread out like a maze, some are cut off by walls of red flowers and green leaves. Water from the fountain flows out in shallow one foot wide trenches that flow around the bushes. Bridges span the short distance from one side to another, all for appearance no other purpose.Mark of the Moon: Sapin -Pages 1 + 27 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The bushes of red flowers are said to represent the truth. The truth that we all bleed and we are all the same. To my right I can hear a preacher practicing his prayer and sermon, very few people are allowed in Eagleview Palace. The preacher ministers at the church of the illuminated. The light of the sun is blocked out by the over hanging clouds, I turn away and walk back into my room.
The floors of the room are cold, cool stone that spans the length of the room seamlessly. The walls are white and barren of any natural desi
Dragon Siege WarfareA siege is, at its most basic, any attempt to attack and possibly capture a settlement, fortress, or structure. The simplest and most common sieges consist of little more than surrounding or else blockading an enemy stronghold and waiting for their supplies to give out before the besiegers supplies are exhausted. Although such easy tactics were widely used in ancient times and continue to be commonly employ today, dracon siege warfare has become far more sophisticated, employing a wide use of weapons, tactics, equipment and spells. Even so, the basics of siege warfare have remained constant.Dragon Siege Warfare14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The casual reader of this manual is more than likely familiar with some pieces of siege equipment already, such as the catapult, battering ram, ballista, scaling ladder, and siege tower. The first piece of equipment can be divided into two main categories: direct fire and indirect fire catapults. Direct fire catapults such as onagers launch a stone straight at a target, allowing for accurate if onl
100 Writing Prompts Challenge (Clip)The sound of scissors as they approached her head and ears was both empowering and frightening to Gianna McDiarmid, who shifted nervously in her seat at the salon. It had been several months since she'd gotten her hair cut, and it was starting to fall in her face once more.100 Writing Prompts Challenge (Clip)22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't simply for reasons of aesthetics that she wanted to get her hair cut. Nor was it only for reasons of practicality- though hair falling in her eyes in the midst of delicate lab work was not exactly a preferable situation. Given her unruly hair was prone to frizzing at the slightest provocation, surrounding her head with a cloud of copper, keeping it trimmed short made sure it behaved. Ponytails could only do so much to restrain it, and anything more 'done' than a ponytail she simply didn't have time to waste getting done each morning.
No, the real reason why she was having her hair shorn off once again was because of the reflection she now saw in the mirror. With her hair at its current shoulder lengt
Trade: DarknessAs with most bad things, it came in increments. Subtly. A gloom over the land, deeper shadows. Shorter days and longer nights. And then day as they knew it just never came. The sun rose and fell, dark red and flaring at the edges, but the light it cast was dim. The moon was worse, a great dead eye floating in starless skies.Trade: Darkness20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The packs worried. With no moon to howl at, no sun to warm the world, everything began to wither. Hunters were sent out, seeking now answers instead of prey, but they only encountered each other and everyone knew but one thing: as their world died around them, they would follow suit.
With no foes revealing themselves, and things only getting worse, hope waned. But adults were more easily disheartened than children, and when the hunters returned with their tails and ears low, there was one who couldn’t believe that was it. Nothing could be done, so nothing should be done?
The pup, named Tony, watched with keen blue eyes as others debated that very question, bu
HoroscopesToday my horoscope said “Ask the third person who goes in.” It was oddly specific, but Oracle Orra’s horoscopes were never wrong. Never.Horoscopes20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thing was to go with the flow. I rolled up my horoscope and tucked it into my pocket, then grabbed my stuff for work. I figured I’d count the people who got on the train — and the third person I see board the car, I’ll ask. Something. I’ll know when it happens.
The streets weren’t crowded this early, and the walk was mostly downhill. I got into step behind a guy in a bathrobe, bluish in the predawn light.
We were going the same way, a straight line to the train. I kept in step a few yards behind him the entire time. He was hunched, shuffling, but fast. I knew this was the guy. Number three. He seemed like the sort you’d want to answer questions.
He turned a corner, and I followed. This wasn’t the way to the train. We were in an alley, with high seamless walls and brick paving, an o