Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)3 years ago in Short Stories
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 years ago in Short Stories
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
Love is WarLove is War4 years ago in Short Stories
La journée s'était envolée aussi rapidement qu'un oiseau effrayé, plongée en pleine effervescence et joyeux préparatifs. Les bonnes nouvelles du front avaient redonnées du coeur à la population. L'envie de s'occuper des préparatifs du rituel d'été ressurgissait, maintenant que Lliane était de retour au palais. Nombres de soldats profitaient d'un peu de repos pour jouer les héros et se trouver une amie d'un soir, avant que bientôt les hostilités ne reprennent, et que les hommes se battant encore sur le front Est ne reviennent pour se faire remplacer. Pour ceux qui reviendraient.
Calé contre le dossier de son siège, Will jouait avec son verre depuis un moment. Il regardait les allées et venues, les serveuses de l'établissement perchées sur des escabeaux pour accrocher fleurs et lampions, se faisant chahuter au passage par les clients et les soldats dans une bonne ambiance décomplex
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating5 years ago in Short Stories
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades5 years ago in Short Stories
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrous trees was a road of an almost opulent onyx color. She turned her head to the side searching for others or for any signs of movement and found none. And yet she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Swallowing audibly she continued forward down the winding steps and onto the onyx road. Only then did she realize how she was dressed.
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine3 years ago in Short Stories
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
The Piano DemonThe first time I saw her - really, really saw her, not just glanced at her as we tried our best to catch the back seats in the small university classrooms - she was at a piano. Maybe I'd never have really been able to notice her had it not been for that one, strange evening when destiny gently pushed me out of my awkward life and into hers.The Piano Demon4 years ago in Short Stories
If only children can be prodigies, then I wasn't one any longer. I'd lived through my glory years at school, where I'd gone off and won prizes for art and English, maths and physics, running circles around classmates and less talented professors. Eventually, when push came to shove and I had to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I hid behind some more studying, delaying that dreadful moment when I'd have to prove that not only was I smart, but that I was also able to do something. I chose English and physics as majors, convinced I could do both easily enough. I wasn't right. I wasn't very wrong, either. There wasn't much of a personal life
Half-Cat!England X ReaderHalf-Cat!England X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories
"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas.
"I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her.
"Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs.
The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them.
You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye. You noticed a cat alone in the corner.
You walked over to it and it turned to face you. It was a Scottish fold, he had light brown, almost orange patches around his right eye and his tail. He sniffed your hand curiously before backing away.
"That little guy's shy around people. He had a mate and a few kittens. One of his kittens and mate got adopted.
The Monster of Orange JoylingThe Monster of Orange Joyling4 years ago in Short Stories
The children had never seen a monster before.
They'd heard the stories, of course. It was impossible to live in the City of Always Nightfall without having huge, cavernous dreams about the bone-pile it digs its roots into. It was a very big and bloody bone-pile, the one crunching underneath Singing City.
There was Glum Rradung, the bulge-eyed sewer-midget who slithered out of water-closets and gulped down children wandering about in the dark. There was Ingalin, the hungrymind which spontaneously formed out of clutter and garbage. There was the Very Practical Man, whose face was just an enormous nose and an even bigger grin, a demon who, they say, could smell out loneliness and loved to torment the heartbroken and the near-suicides.
And there was the Dark Lord in his pyramid, high up in the inner city where no Squatschild could ever go. The climbing, black stain of Tower Myth and Mastery was a brooding reminder that it was a monster who ruled them all.
Singing City's slum-brats had no l
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara5 years ago in Short Stories
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories
APH USUK- BreathlessAPH USUK- BreathlessAPH USUK- Breathless6 years ago in Short Stories
England pulled his dark green jacket closer around him. He always hated going home this way, through Germany.
But it would take even longer to go through France (considering France wouldn’t let him go all that easily), so he was just going to have to hope he wasn’t spotted.
No such luck.
He heard the German before he saw him, his quick, steady footsteps in those big black boots he wore. England caught his breath and slipped into an ally, then pressed himself against the wall.
The footsteps slowed, and England could hear his soft breathing. He stayed stock still.
Ice blue eyes gleaming in the darkness.
England gasped and tried to pull away, but Germany grabbed him by the collar. ‘I knew you’d be around here somewhere,’ he said quietly.
They glared venomously at each other for a moment, and then Germany threw England against the wall. England leapt back up, snarling, and Germany took a hit in the face, but he didn’t seem affected
This Is Why We Can't Be In LoveThe day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis.This Is Why We Can't Be In Love3 years ago in Short Stories
"How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello."
I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin.
She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?"
"I don't even know you."
"Okay," she said.
"I have to go," I said.
* * *
She was still naked, our second encounter. I was eating a blizzard in the Dairy Queen and she was sitting at the counter with the tall stools. I tried to avert my eyes, to focus on whatever was outside the window in the parking lot, but she caught my gaze in hers and trapped me. As I watched her, she grinned and twirled, bare feet on the linoleum floor,
Think"So. You started exhibiting abilities…?"Think2 years ago in Short Stories
"Um… three years ago? Yeah, three years, and it was May I think. Fourteenth or maybe sixteenth, I don't remember exactly – I just remember that it was my last semester. Yeah, three years ago, May."
"Fourteenth or sixteenth?"
"Yeah, one or the other. I remember that because I has these huge goddamn exams, you know, one was on fourteenth and other on sixteenth and it was during one of them I heard it for the first time. Can't remember which one though, just remember being a nervous wreck. I studied of course, I mean, hello, you know? But test's a test."
"Right. It started during an exam then? In a large crowd."
"Well, large enough. I didn't go to a big school – hell you should know, you probably have my files and everything. Don't you? I mean, don't people like you have files on everything, even someone like me? Or should that be especially someone like me…"
"How large was the crowd?"
"I don't know. Twenty f
Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..3 years ago in Short Stories
This man had the most mesmerizing eyes you had ever seen. They were like fiery rubies, burning through your soul. He spoke in a soft tone, despite the harsh German accent. "Are you alright?" You looked up into his eyes, still captivated by them. He smiled softly and picked up your tiny body. "Zehre's von right here!" he shouted.
A group of soldiers crowded around you. You clung to the man's slender, milky white neck. "She doesn't look any older zahn ten," one of the soldiers reported after inspecting you a bit.
"Gut. Zehn I shall take her to zee camp," the man stated. "She can't shtay here like zihs." You watched as the soldiers stood firm and held their arms out in unison before turning and leaving to investigate the crumbling, war-abused city. "Vaht is your name, Kind?" he asked as he carried you back to camp.
"__-__________," you answered.
"Zaht is a Gut name, __________," he smiled. "You can call me Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt."
You smiled up at him. There was something almost too
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
CursedCursed2 years ago in Short Stories
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Lucky for him the changes were quite slow, depending on how long he was touched by someone. But it basically ruined his social life, since hed never know, when he would see a hot girl, which might trigger the curse.
Until now Timo had been able to keep his secret, since the transformation would reverse after fifteen minutes. At least if he wanted to, w
ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale4 years ago in Short Stories
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
He WavesHe waves. It's a friendly little gesture, almost a two finger salute to an old friend. He's watching you through your window.He Waves4 years ago in Short Stories
The Boy has fine, burnt umber hair that shines like silk in the midmorning sun. It's almost a shame to see it in the unisex, unflattering buzz cut of the OldGens. He is obviously one of them; the OldGens. No self-respecting NewGen would be caught dead in this kind of state muddy face, torn knees, his empty collection sack over his shoulder. It is the NewGens who are expected to keep themselves neat and orderly. They are the only ones for whom it is worthwhile doing so.
As a NewGen child, you have been raised to behave exactly as your parents tell you. And your parents behave the way the GenWatch tells them. But in all your years, the one thing they have not been able to straighten out of you is your curiosity. So you stand up. You leave your desk exactly the way it's not meant to be covered with unfinished homework and you
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie3 years ago in Short Stories
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
Loki - CupidIf the diner knew it was playing host to two gods, it might have spent more care in preparing our lunch. Or perhaps not. Only the Oracle knew the future and he had gone half-mad from it, finally holing himself up at the summit of K2 and refusing any visitors. The popularity of climbing Mt. Everest had a sharp decline directly after, either from climbers wanting to visit the Oracle or because everyone realized that perhaps the Oracle knew something about Everest that we didn't. Either way, I didn't know if the diner staff would care they were serving gods and I didn't know why my fellow Watchdog looked like he'd been chewing on broken glass all morning. He glared at his sandwich like it had personally offended him. Perhaps it had. Tomatoes were hard to come by and it could very well be our fault.Loki - Cupid5 years ago in Short Stories
"So," I ventured tentatively, "How did it go?"
"I threw him into a car."
Tim started eating after that. I