Curse31 Days of Halloween Art ChallengeCurse6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At times...I wonder if this gift of power is good fortune...or a curse.
Of course, it was not so easily won. It took patience, bloodshed, and skill – murder, deception, and alliances both built and broken. Centuries have passed since my inception...and here I stand. No longer a peasant shackled to a feeble, infertile land...but a king amongst kings and monsters.
At what price?
The assassinations no longer bother me – in fact, I got over the deaths of my enemies rather early on. Inhuman, most would call it...and I would argue that – by that time – I was no longer human. I was faster. Stronger. Smarter. And far, far more dangerous than a human could ever hope to be. Years pass uncounted and uncared-for. Time is no concern of mine...at least, in regards to my own life. I let my underlings handle matters of time – kidnappings, hostages, ticking bombs of unrest and
How Garage meet YouTube Ch.2 Pg.2Garage's POVHow Garage meet YouTube Ch.2 Pg.27 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Friday came along, me and Yuu finally went to Crystal Beach. It was way prettier then I thought! The rock's seemed to sparkle in the moon light, the water sung it's slow, quiet song. We walked along the beach for a bit. I made sure to look out for that one special rock. Yuu talked about the water, and the beauty of it. I thought he was more beautiful, though. We eventually came across one rock. It was a heart! Just the right size, to! I rushed over, with my bag and put it in, making sure Yuu wasn't looking. I came back to him, and threw my arms around him. He wrapped me up and laid us down on a blanket. We stared at the stars. I saw many constellations. Big Dipper, Little Dipper, ect. Yuu rolled on his side and smiled at me. My face got warm, I smiled back. He slipped his hand into mine, squeezing my hand gently, muttering gentle "I love you's".
Our mother's came and parted us. I pretty sad to leave Yuu, but I would see him tomorrow. Besides, I have a rock to work on. I go
Bones and Stones 'Twas not a bad place, by any stretch of the imagination, though of course she had not seen the whole of it. Jamiel's courtyard was easily the most welcoming of the rooms she had seen, however; and it was to this the effect of her thoughts were aimed. The dome of it seemed to be made of a clear material, something like glass in function if not in actuality. So far beneath the lake, a glass ceiling would easily prove fatal in the event one of those dark, cloud-like shapes took more than a passing interest in the sanctuary.Bones and Stones7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Despite her less than tasteful 'initiation' into the Brotherhood, she found she was not ill at ease here. At least in the moment, beneath the soft glow of the faerie lights, drinking in the night air and listening to the sounds of an ecosystem out of place. Though, fairly, she recognized that this ease would only remain if she gave it little thought. There were still many things that wriggled in the back of her mind like la
NaNoWriMo/14 Damsel, DistressedClaire woke to several faces hovering above her and the softness of something surrounding her. She blinked, and from the intricate ceiling, she knew she was still in the temple. She seemed to be laying in a mass of pillows and the faces of her mother, father, the King, and the court physician, were those that encircled her.NaNoWriMo/14 Damsel, Distressed15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Claire, she’s come to. Are you alright?” Her father asked, his large hand brushing across her forehead. Claire wasn’t certain is she was. Clearly, she could hear and see. She took a moment to twitch her fingers and toes – so not paralyzed and hopefully nothing was broken, either.
Finally she could say, “I think so,” and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor helped her sit up, adjusting the pillows behind her. The temple was almost empty, save for them and several soldiers, and servants. A crop of goose-bumps erupted on her skin as Claire looked down to see nearly dried blood spattered the roses on her dress. She re
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 40 Sitting hunched over in my chair, my arms resting on my lap and my foot tapping the floor vigorously, I stared at the book sitting on the table in front of me. I didn't want to look away from the thing. Didn't trust it at all. Didn't trust the place they had brought me. Hell, I didn't even trust 'they'. Too shady for my tastes, and my tastes were already low to begin with.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 4013 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I quickly stood up, walking around the room and feeling the walls. It didn't make any sense to me. I had to have been put into the room somehow, but I couldn't find any seams for a door or hatch or opening of any kind, whether on the walls or floor. I tried climbing the table and feeling the ceiling, but it was too high. It was then I stopped when I realized that there was no light coming from the ceiling. As a matter of fact, I couldn't tell where the light was coming form at all.
You see? Just another reason not to trust this place.
Climbing back down and retu
The Morning After Dawn had never been so beautiful.The Morning After8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The morning found him broken, in a crumpled heap with half his aching bulk frozen numb in the icy creek. His breaths were audible, frosting against the chilly air, and he counted out each one as it sounded, numbering them against the beating of a heart he might have never heard again. He was alive. And more importantly: so was she.
Jamiel's unfocused eyes drank in the sight of the rising sun, the pastel colours against the bleary blue of the waking sky. His inner monologue was not composed of coherent sentences so much as a great, outward spewing relief; he let the tide of it wash over him to ease the terror from his mind. She lived, and she was safe. Every breath he drew was a testament to it, and he had to work those breaths down from the grateful hiccups they wished to become. A rhythm, now, was the most important thing, for both of them.
Rolling gently, careful not to place