[/#1] The Tale of Waru OkamiThis is not a tale of princes and dragons. This is not a tale of good versus evil. This story has no epic climax of the raging fire of a battle burning over miles and miles of land, or ends with a peaceful happily ever after. This is not a thriller that will have you on the edge every single line, nor is it a story about love and heartbreak.[/#1] The Tale of Waru Okami12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But most of all, this is not a story about a hero.
This is the story of a girl, just an ordinary human being like you and me. A girl nobody would ever dare to call a monster, yet which with time she became. If you try hard enough, you can imagine her. Over there, sitting at her bedroom window, staring out over the pavement road under her as rain pours down from the heavens above. Those dark brown locks falling to her cheeks and her green sweater. She seems so calm and in peace now, don't you think? But look a little closer, see the blank stare in her eyes. She's deep in thought. Look at the slight frown on her face as her gaze follows t
Hello, DeathShe looks on into his eyes, which are but hollow caverns. Always have, always ever will be. This is his 1957 model: a perfectly young, milk-skinned boy, no older than seventeen at his Dealing, with soft black hair falling ever so slightly into his cavernous eyes-no eyeballs to see out of, those long since burned out by Death, but everything else was left untouched: his sharp commanding nose and cheekbones. His ears pricking through his ebony hair. His pale lips, pursed into a papery thin line, the only sign of expression on his pallid face.Hello, Death8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are looking," He intones, snapping her out of her reverie. She sighs and slips her choppy locks back, looks away.
His voice is emotionless, and she wonders if He ever had any emotions before He became who He was.
"I'm sorry. I was...trying..."
"To see into my core-my Essence itself, and understand. Yes, I see."
That's another thing about Him that irks her-the fact that when you look into His core, or in her case, attempt to, He can look b
The Knowledge of an Immortal Part 1 There are things man is never supposed to know. Knowledge long since forgotten and if learned today would make any normal person go insane but I am not normal. Centuries has passed since the day of my birth. I have seen great civilizations rise and fall. I have encountered many strange creatures some not of this world and traveled to strange lands. I have met many brilliant people both sane and insane. I love this planet and its entire people. That's why I am writing all what I know for they are rising once again and the people of this world must be prepared even if it means risking their own sanityThe Knowledge of an Immortal Part 16 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was born at the dawn of man. As I grow I knew there was thing different about me. I was the fastest, strongest, and smartest member of my tribe. When there was conflict between lands I was the one who brought peace to them. However there were some tribes so different from us there could be no peace. Everyone throughout the land respected me but
MirrorsWhat if the reflections in mirrors are not JUST reflections?Mirrors17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, hear me out before going to read another story.
Have you ever been alone in a room, maybe taking a shower or doing your hair in the bathroom mirror and caught your reflection looking back at you?
Well.... who says it's "just" a reflection?
They say there's such a thing as "destiny". If we are all destined to do certain actions, and, say the reflection is another you.. Wouldn't that mean that you and that person are acting out your destiny?
On another note... who says that this other person is good?
They might be good people, imprisoned by evil, forced to abandon their family, their friends and worst of all.... themselves.
Or... they might be evil creatures, imprisoned since medieval times for the good of humanity... Where do you think beliefs of magic and rituals started from?
This belief has had a big impact on the world. Want a example? The Egyptians.
Ever looked at a Egyptian painting before? All of the p
The Seishi Unmei Case1st November, 1970 The Daily ArticleThe Seishi Unmei Case10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mysterious Death of Famous Detective
The famous private detective, Mr Christopher Tinker was found dead in the alleyway near his house. His dead body was found this morning at one in the morning, found by three men, who had been on their way home after a late drinking party. They informed the police immediately. The forms of the man's death is unknown, yet the scene was quite disturbing. His face had turned white, and his eyes had been go
The Message Don't leave, please, you have to read this. It's important and will save your life. You just have to trust me.The Message19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only I can save you, I am your last resort. What I am doing isn't a very easy thing to do. This is the only way I could warn you though, so bear with me.
Never have I tried so hard to save a life before. But you're important. You're going to do great things one day, I can't tell you what, but just know the world needs you alive.
Tonight, they are coming for you, I can't tell you who they are either. I can't tell you very much, honestly. I'm not supposed to be doing this either, but I'm trying my best. I can't be straight forward, so think of this as a code to decipher.
Getting tired... This is really hard work for a time traveler. You'd think technology would be advanced enough to where I could visit you in solid form, but it's not. So I've found something you pay more attention to than a person at your
Siren Origin StoryIt was just Nathan J. Thamer and I at the time. We never really had a place but he definitely fit in. Life shimmered in his eyes and defiance teased at his soft laugh. I trained hard with Melodic Marcus early mornings and with Master Bo in the late night. Nathan J. didn’t have to train, he just did. Star attraction they’d say. They found him a month after me just on the streets and that night he performed with the acrobats when he was assigned to clean the costumes. Two days later he taunted the lions and nearly got his head torn off; now he rides them and occasionally sleeps with them. Currently he is the Magician’s apprentice and has learnt how to burn a rose and make the ashes turn into a crow. Oh and Nathan J.’s hook? He is basically blind!Siren Origin Story16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The typical aroma of smoke and popcorn after a performance night leaked into our boxcar with the breeze.
There is a monster in the basment final draft I knew there is a monster in the basement. I ran. It a was dark and scary and knew I was not alone. I knew I was not the only one running. I heard each step we took. It was a desperate race and I was losing. Suddenly I heard a thud. With that advantage he was mine. He never should have come down here.There is a monster in the basment final draft10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Asylum of Broken Souls - [??? x Insane?Reader]Asylum of Broken Souls - [??? x Insane?Reader]20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Asylum of Broken Souls
The everlasting bleakness of this ungodly place ails you. It greets you, again and again. Once more, when you slowly open your eyes. A thin ray of sunshine pours into your room, or rather cell, from a small gap between the blocks of the wall behind you. It’s taunting, yet soothing at the same time. It evokes something haunting deep within you…yes, the thirst for freedom. You wish to tread upon the lands of the outside world. You want to see trees around you, hear the birds in the sky.
But alas, you cannot. For before you, stands a door – one that can never be open. Not by you, at least. The sensation grows stronger, and you are well-aware that you reside in an environment completely opposite of your dreams and wishes. You walk on solid stone. You see nothing but walls and a door. You hear only the screaming and wailing of other, though perhaps more ill-fated sou
Nightmares- Chapter Four: Untold Memories My mother raised from her seat, wiping her eyes with a napkin. "Briefly.. She stared at me..her eyes were so dark," I barely heard the last of her words as she sobbed into the napkin. "It was so dark in the room."Nightmares- Chapter Four: Untold Memories14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I reached out to touch her shoulder. "Mom," she dropped the napkin on the table and walked away from my hand, leaving me alone in the kitchen. My hand dropped to my side as I stared at the spot where my mother was just standing. I heard a door shut a few seconds later. I grimly take our plates to the counter besides the sink and I wall across the kitchen to the small window facing our backyard. My gaze rests on the shady patch underneath my favorite childhood tree. I back away from the window and walks out the back door, not bothering with shoes or telling my mother. I walk out to the tree, looking up at the long branches, remembering me and my sister climbing on them. I let the memories flood back.
"Come on, sis! You can climb higher!" I gazed up a
Cover My Eyes (Introduction)I remember the soothing breeze, the sound of wind. The clouds moved so slowly as we laid in the green grass watching them pass by. The sunlight shone down on our faces, a warm caress. I remember your face in the sun, when your smile made me feel safe. I remember the day the clouds turned gray, and we ran laughing in the rain. I remember holding your hand and running through the snow, laughing and stumbling as our faces were numb with cold. I remember when you said you would never let me go.Cover My Eyes (Introduction)18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember the day you went away, and I begged you to stay. I remember you told me it would be okay. I remember thinking of you everyday. And all the phone calls that kept us awake. I remember your return, and your warm embrace.
I remember we crept through the house, trying not to breathe. I remember the blood. I remember the screams. I remember your eyes as they stared into me. I remember when you said it's okay, just stay close to me
I remember your hands when you put them over my eyes. I r
Monsters in My Mind - PrologueShe never liked the basement; it was old and big and dark and smelled funny. But now there were monsters living in it. She knew they were down there, even as she hid under the covers of her bed on the top floor of the house. She could just feel that they were there.Monsters in My Mind - Prologue20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She wasn't sure what it was that made her get out of bed and leave her room. She crept down the stairs and turned into the small room where the door to the basement was. The house was dark and quiet, but as she approached the basement door, she saw a faint glow as if from fire coming from down within. The feeling that there were terrible monsters down there only grew stronger the closer she got.
With bated breath, she crept down the stairs, crouching and pressing herself against the railing, keeping herself hidden and ready to run back up at a moment's notice. As she descended the stairs she took note that her basement was not her basement. It was a huge cave now, with strange
There is a monster in the basment I knew there is a monster in the basement. I ran. It a was dark and scary and knew I was not alone. I knew I was not the only one running. I heard each step we took. It was a desperate race and I was losing. Suddenly I heard I thud I with that advantage he was my. He never should o came down here. I knew there is a monster in the basement. I ran. It a was dark and scary and knew I was not alone. I knew I was not the only one running. I heard each step we took. It was a desperate race and I wasThere is a monster in the basment12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This