ourapteryx sambucaria: ivorysitting at the vintage phillipsite dressing table, with flickering tealights that illuminate the <sullen> reflection of the lavish mirror, as the <twinging> hollow stomach gradually tightens with every delicate <deep> breath. the long & feathery fringe of pearceite hair flows over <closed> musing plancheite eyes, as arctic air currents glide through <open> casement windows, until parched nambulite lips begin to feel frostbitten. lissome pale skinned fingers pluck the dry & withered petals of dead white roses, with twig like stems floating in the turbid liquid of the minuscule yet fragile glass vase; the ambient melodies of the <dainty> antique silver music box soothes me to a serene slumber. quietly tumbling down into the ethereal realm that awaits me.ourapteryx sambucaria: ivory1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Souls in the WindStaring at the waves crashing before him he felt at peace for the first time in the long suffering that has been his life. As each wave found its way onto the sand, such force as it moved over itself in attempt to claim the shore as its own, he smiled. This is where he was meant to be. This freedom. This expanse of a greater reason. It was always tugging at him, he had just never known what it was before. As he breathed in, the fresh salt air invading his senses he was lost in another world.Souls in the Wind2 days ago in Short Stories
The sound of each wave approaching the shore line before receding again just to try another time was a type of bliss that could not be explained. No words could ever describe the free, open and wild feelings that coursed through his brain. But every nerve ending in his body responded to the anticipation. This was where souls were freed.
A sharp noise - human - broke his concentration momentarily. A giggle, high pitched yell and the following sound of running feet. He turned to watch a couple
Mask of the Dragon - Chapter Twenty-Five“Hey, Miss Palmer.”Mask of the Dragon - Chapter Twenty-Five2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Hello, Mr. Davidson.” Abby hugged her books closer to her chest. She tried to ignore the cold looks sent her way from the other girls in the hall. She did not want the attention he was showing her since she knew the reason why.
“Mind if walk you to class?”
Abby bit her cheek. She couldn't say yes without being offensive. “Don't make yourself late on my account.” She glanced down at the dragon at her side. Behave, you!
“I am behaving,” said Dominic, growling slightly at Drew. “It's the boy that had better mind his manners. He crosses the line I'll –”
Growl at him? Dommy you're not real remember? You can't do anything to him.
“No, but Bryan, his son and grandson can.”
You seem to be under the impression they would.
Living in her wor(l)dsLiving in her wor(l)ds1 day ago in Short Stories
“Write me.” He whispers. “Write me so that I may be something.”
He lets his head drop painfully on the table by the open window. One side of his face coolly embraces the wooden surface as his eyes stare at his out-of-focus surroundings. His long, shaggy hair is spilled out on the desk, acting like a pillow for his thoughts and a veil for them all at once.
He feels…He feels a void. A void full of something. A void full of loneliness. A void of despair. A void full of the things he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t know…He doesn’t know what he is, let alone who.
To tell the truth, he is not sure that he even exists.
Maybe living was all a horrible nightmare. Maybe his body was just imaginary mounds of flesh all glued together?
And yet his body feels so heavy.
It weighs him down like an anchor.
How could his body not be real, and yet…how could it be?
He is torn between extremes. He is never whole – always in opposing h
SheopherdwulfOnce, there was a wolf that lived in a cave near a sheep ranch. The ranch was well-protected by armed farmers and sheep-dogs specifically trained to fight and kill wolves. In the early days, it was nearly impossible for the wolf to get a sheep when he was hungry, but eventually he learned how to hide among them, picking them off at his leisure.Sheopherdwulf1 day ago in Short Stories
The sheep eventually grew wise to the wolf’s tactics, and took some measures to protect themselves: staying in more tightly-packed groups, being sure to bleat out an alarm whenever they suspected foul play, and staying nearer to the farmers and sheep-dogs.
Of course, the escalation of war and survival never ends, and so the wolf had to become even stealthier, even more subtle in his approach. This required that he spend a lot of time amongst the sheep, behaving as they did, bleating as they did, even pretending to eat the grass as they did. He spent so much time acting as a sheep, that he even genuinely befriended some of them, and found t
Revolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C12[Chronicle 1]:Revolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C121 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter 12: Knights at Changban
[Optic Zone plays]
First off....let's go to Changban Bank.
>Briefing: Knights at Changban
>In order to search for the clues left behind by prior friends, the current alliance decided to split their forces up to search three different locations.
>First off, Xu Shu and Hitsushiro Koubou decided to head to Changban Bank. It was one of the first locations given to them from the clues they have received on their blinking map....
Xu Shu: Hmm....strange. This place reeks of a silent scent.
Hitsushiro: Perhaps so. This was the place where Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei alike were famous for their deeds, no?
Xu Shu: True, even if only written in the novels mainly. Still, I sense a darkness around here....that's....abandoned.
Setsuna S.Z.: I'd assume that's because of something keeping others out of this area. The person who planned this last-second must be someone of high regard.
Hitsushiro: Nonetheless, we should approach with caution. This area must