Der Detektiv mit dem GeisterarmIch widme diesen Text csarly und hoffe, dass sie eines Tages die Zauberformel entdeckt um beschriebenes Papier in Gold zu verwandeln, so wie es sich wünscht und verdient hätte.Der Detektiv mit dem Geisterarm7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Viele Menschen die ihr karges Dasein in Rʼlyeh-City verbrachten taten dies ohne dass jemals etwas Besonderes in ihrem Leben passierte. Edward Derby zählte jedoch nicht zu dieser Sorte. Für ihn war das was wir als ungewöhnlich empfanden etwas vollkommen Normales, was in Anbetracht seiner Lebensgeschichte nicht sonderlich verwunderlich war.
Obwohl das Twilight-Genre mit seinen Vampiren gerade ein Hoch erlebte, so war die Fantasy-Literatur doch nicht tot zu kriegen von der Edward Derby früher ein Teil gewesen war. In so gut wie jeder Mainstreamgeschichte gab es einen bösen namenlosen Zauberer oder Hexenmeister der am Anfang immer als das pure Böse präsentiert wurde nur um dann im letzten Drittel zu sterben und als Strohmann des absoluten Bösen entpuppt z
The Beginning-Chapter 1"Ow!!!!!" I said as I pulled the piece of gum out of my hair.The Beginning-Chapter 110 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My brother walked into the bathroom where I was standing at the mirror. "You okay Josh?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Peter. Two pieces to go."
"Dude, you've been at this for two hours. Let me help."
He quickly pulled the pieces of gum out of my hair and threw the gum away. "Do you want me to talk to them tomorrow? I can ask them to stop."
"No need. I don't want what happened last time to happen again."
"Dude, we haven't been here that long. Almost nobody know me."
"Not until basketball tryouts tomorrow." My brother glared at me.
"Boys!!!!!!!!!! Time to go to bed!!!!!" My mom yelled up the stairs.
"Night Josh. Are you sure you don't need my-"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Little did I know that the next day would change my life forever.
Let me give you a little background on me at this point.
My name is Josh. This is the story of my life. I am 14 years old and a freshman in high sc
The Van Lictenstein Chronicles - Chapter 19Chapter 19: For Queen and CountryThe Van Lictenstein Chronicles - Chapter 1916 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shadow of Daedalus loomed over the desk of Admiral Von Hardrada as he entered the dimly lit office of Admiralty House. The Admiral scowled as his rival hung his hat and cloak upon the stand in the corner by the door.
"And to why do I have the displeasure of your company Lord Van Lictenstein?" he growled acidically towards the unwelcomed visitor. Daedalus chuckled to himself, he had of course expected such a response.
"Vilhelm." he knew the Admiral hated it when he referred to him by name and not by his title "Vilhelm, is that any way to treat a visitor? Here I am sitting opposite you and you not once show me any form of hospitality!" The Admiral raised his head from his paperwork and once again scowled "Have you ever shown me hospitality? Well? Have you Daedalus?!" His voice trailed to a point of anger.
"To be honest with you Vilhelm, you've never even paid me visitation, I send out my messengers with invites b
TruthinessWhen we were five, we were told that the sparkling grey river by our plot was the road the stars followed during the day and that's why we could see the shimmering lights for miles around. And because it's the road for the stars, they said, we couldn't go near it or even touch it-much as they knew we wanted too. They also told us that the house at the end of the block was haunted, and that we were never to go there, nor were we to go to the outcrop that over looked the valley, the one that was always shrouded in wispy smoke and created strange noises at night.Truthiness9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we were seven, we were told that people who are different-people who were unorthodox-couldn't be our friends. We pointed fingers and wondered who were the ones we couldn't have to play with, but in end, they took care of it for us. We were told that love could only be given to the right kind of person, or the right type of people-that is wasn't something we could give to everything.
When we were ten, we
The SeanceTerence Makepeace strode into the room, oozing confidence from every pore. He drew himself up to his full imposing height, and surveyed the astonished onlookers; he stroked his luxuriant beard with a wry smile. His demeanour revealing nothing of the thoughts rushing through his head, Late, late again, there is fashionably late and then there is stupidly late, damn, damn, damn, never mind stay calm, they have already prepared everything, remember it’s all in the presentation, give them a show.The Seance12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Terence was a medium, a spiritualist or as he thought himself, an opportunist. He had been a simple stage magician once, but producing incontinent doves from thin air and sawing in half his untalented assistant to mediocre unruly audiences. That had never been his forte. Then came the craze for spiritualism. It spread like wildfire, the upper class went mad for it, the chance to contact the beyond and to contact their loved ones....or their relatives for either consolation or financial gain.
Destemona, the young vampireMy heavy breathing was the only sound in the deep silence of another cold night.Destemona, the young vampire12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My heart was beating like crazy while I ran as fast as I could.
But the sound of my feet against the ground was too light for the human ear to catch.
However, I couldn’t even tell how human they were after all.
Three light-bearers were after me.
They didn’t seem very old or experienced otherwise I’d already be dead.
But they were still dangerous.
Especially in about half an hour when the sun would rise.
I was hoping I’d be in the mansion long before that.
Streets were empty at this hour and shadows filled every corner.
I turned behind the old factory and paused to catch my breath.
I looked around.
No sight of light-bearers around the burned building.
Everything in this city was either burned or ruined one way or the other.
Like most of the world, sadly.
I took a deep breath and started running through the broken walls.
I could smell the light-bearers when the wind changed, which was
The Candice Bridge - Chapter 1The Candice Bridge - Chapter 122 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bushes ruffled ahead of me. A puff of what looked like cotton peaked out between the leaves and flowers of the bush. It was the beginning of spring and this year was the fullest spring so far. The plump juicy rabbit continued to eat away completely oblivious of the 60 pound wolf behind him. Even though I weighed more than half of a hundred pounds, I was still the smallest of my siblings. Let’s talk about them later though; I have a rabbit to catch. A thought dawned on me about the last time I tried to hunt; my brothers wrecked it. I looked both ways around the trees and across the fields, but saw no one. I smiled to myself and crouched down ready to spring.
We charged into the forest one after another sending sticks and dirt flying through the air. We darted around trees that couldn’t move out of our way and pretty much anything else that didn’t move. My legs cramped with adrenaline, and I doubled my effort in order to make this my first kill. Being a year and a h
Premonition: Part 1 Charred wood crunched under my steps as I entered the burnt down building. It was still daytime but the sky was layered with ominous gray clouds, shrouding everything in a dim shadow. It would have been almost impossible to see inside the building were it not for the collapsed portions of the roof and walls letting in at least some amount of light. Stepping into the doorway I surveyed my surroundings, it looked like an average home, except for the atmosphere. The air was heavy as if I was wading through water, each breath took effort. Picking my way around I searched for clues, but everything looked to be in order, although worse for the wear.Premonition: Part 118 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The fire had destroyed just about everything, but it left behind ashen silhouettes of it's past glory. The office was all but bare, a lifetime of building a future, gone. The fire had left nothing standing. The kitchen was lined with cupboards falling apart with each mo
Scherben - Pt.8 [German]Genüsslich nah er noch einen letzten, tiefen Zug, ehe er die Zigarette in seinem Aschenbecher versenkte. Es war relativ ruhig geblieben die letzten Tage, trotz des Newcomers… Acht auf einmal… Hah, wie hoch wohl die Dunkelziffer war? Und dann tauchten die Leichen auch noch in so einer auffälligen Form auf… Aber bis die da oben dahinter gekommen wären, würde der Verantwortliche schon längst hier unten mit den anderen zusammen gemütlich eine Tasse Tee trinken und über die guten alten Zeiten des Anfangs reden. … Wobei das schon fast jeder Zweite zu machen schien… Eigentlich ziemlich traurig, aber immerhin gut fürs Geschäft.Scherben - Pt.8 [German]19 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Er streckte sich und lehnte sich entspannt zurück in seinen Sessel. Seinen Blick ließ er durch sein Büro kreisen. Viele meinten, dass es zu kalt und unpersönlich sei. Darüber konnte er nur lachen. Hätte er nicht diesen Abstand zum Beruf, hätte man ihm wahr