Tag-Team“So, how do you think he took it?”Tag-Team4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As Tristan asked this question, he blasted a ferocious shadow that had launched towards him. The mutated creature squealed from the cold icy breeze, shrinking back away from him. Looking to the blonde angel next to him, he lifted a brow. “I mean, Reyna’s story isn’t exactly a cake-walk,” he reminded Cressida.
She turned to frown at him, and when she did so, she saw another shadow coming up behind him. Rushing forward, Cressida gave the beast a quick slice, sending it into ashes as it writhed and cried out for the last time. “You really want to talk about this right now?” she asked him with a huff, gesturing to the sight around them.
Today they were not on their own. Once the notice had gone out about this cirque du darkness, almost all of the angels had come forth, teaming together to fight. What had appeared to be a cheerful, vibrant big top tent had become a nightmarish hell once they stepped inside. C
Halcyon DaysThe steady trot was something she could keep up for hours, if she needed to. It took her away from the world, away from everything. Summer moved over the landscape, focusing on little else other than putting one paw in front of the other. She wouldn't say that she felt stifled or that she disliked living amongst humans, but she also would not say she wholly enjoyed it either. She liked the human that she lived with, liked Mathias, and she liked Chevalier even if he was a bit stiff and prickly with her at times. It was fun to poke and prod at him to get reactions and, really, she was rather fond of the both of them. She liked the comforts of the cabin, liked to bask in the warmth when it was cold or the cold air when it was warm outside. She liked being brushed and she loved the food and the treats. There were times, however, when the quarters grew too close for her liking. It was then she would take herself away.Halcyon Days2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not for long, never for long, but a day, perhaps two. She would roam and
Creative Writing - ExorcismA brass bowl lay in the center of a darkened room. Candles, the only source of light, flickered and danced, making shadows undulate and twist with every sporadic motion. Inside the bowl was a liquid filled nearly to the brim. The way the light hit, it would glisten and sheen like diamonds. Calm on the surface before a hand broke the tension, and then another. They writhe underneath caressing each other, making sure that not one bit of dust remained on either appendage. Once removed they drip onto the floor, as the man walks from the bowl to the center of the room.Creative Writing - Exorcism4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once again rubbing his hands together, this time mumbling to himself. He hunches over as the chanting becomes faster, so too does the rubbing of his hands. It's so fast his voice splits, into two distinct chants. The words weave over themselves, resonating throughout the room. Eventually, everything becomes a harmonious vibration. The brass bowl as well as the liquid resonates, circles form in the bowl and disappear in the rh