Harpia Hunt- DeicideMisty clouds surrounded rider and dragon as they glided through the quiet that pooled between mountains. The stone faces around them towered in great gray spires, stabbing through the moisture. The landscape was a grayscale of shades of rock, snow, and cloudy sky, and no sunlight was expected for the rest of their trip.Harpia Hunt- Deicide10 hours ago in Short Stories
Ethercaste’s wingbeats barely stirred Eidolon from her seat. He was a confident mount, weaving through the air. The black stryx seemed at home in the dusky mountains, nearly blending in amidst the darker swaths of stone.
Some time passed since she last came to the mountains. Rumors stirred of gigantic stryx living in the high altitudes, away from the prying eyes of man, and Eidolon could not resist the urge to explore.Of all her mounts, Ethercaste was the only one who wanted to come with her.
A gust sliced through the thin air. It was a shock to inhale, causing cold to ache in her chest. Despite her thick gloves, she could barely keep feeling in her fingers.
Waiting for HenryYou turn to face the concrete cubic monolith, or rather the nearest you can for want of height on your own part and of a face on the monolith's, and vacuously run a finger of your right hand along one of the wall's dirt-ridden seams that stands about the same height as your trouser-pocket. The pointing-member adjourns from this abutting with some stain on it, upon noticing which you wipe the offending hand on your jumper, though without complete avail. You take hold of the jumper and rub a second time, but, evanescing into ambivalence, fail to bring it again to your head's height for appraisal and idly replace the hand into its pocket. Before leaning against the thing, you inspect it for spiderwebs by first turning enough of your body around for your head to be facing the wall, then turning your eyes towards the wall. It's made of somewhat smooth concrete, painted a colour which perhaps once was red. There aren't any spiderwebs on it. Upon learning the latter fact you turn baWaiting for Henry20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The Thought PoliceThe Thought PoliceThe Thought Police13 hours ago in Short Stories
“You have the right to remain happy, any grievance or complaint may result in an increased sentence.”
There they go again.
“You have the right to meditate. Take any means to calm yourself.”
They keep rounding up people who aren’t always smiling.
“You have the right to a yogi. If you do not have the means to afford a yogi then one will be provided for you while you are being rehabilitated.”
It was scary seeing them outside of any apartment building at any given time. Constantly checking to see that there are no bad vibes. They are always searching. To those of you who do not live in the country of Perfectopia, I should hope that you never have the displeasure of dealing with these people.
Last year our dictator, Lord Jerome Montesquieu Perfectus, instituted a presidential decree, “All who are caught having negative thoughts and emotions will be rounded up and imprisoned regardless of the circumstance.” It wa
Isn't it Absurd - The party for the nerdSome pupils prepared a birthday party for a nerdy classmate of theirs.Isn't it Absurd - The party for the nerd19 hours ago in Short Stories
They enjoyed their party a lot, their friendship, their jokes, their dancing, but their classmate did not.
They brought gifts that he did not like - nerdy as he was - so they gave the gifts to one-another.
Some, being more considerate, though not knowing what he EXACTLY liked, bought some GENERIC nerdy gifts. He did not accept these, either, since they were not related to his PARTICULAR interests.
They went to their homes happy, thinking this was among the best parties they had organized.
Their nerdy classmate went home crying.
"Isn't it absurd?", the Master asked.