ExpectationsSometimes I feelExpectations4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Like a disappointment
Epilogue of a Dusty Heart“I am a shell of a human being. An empty shell, but not abandoned and forgotten on the beach, left to crumble away into obscurity. I am...”Epilogue of a Dusty Heart1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
She paused. Her eyes, once unfocused, sharpened, gazing critically at the dark grey sky above her. The ceiling seemed not to care for her scrutiny.
“A sponge. Absorbing excesses and then giving them away where needed, squeezing out every last drop. A sponge is soaked with soap and water, and then it exchanges the load for an equal amount of dirt and grime. The cleaned object benefits from the soap and water, while the sponge keeps the grime for itself. Eventually, a sponge becomes too used, and has to be thrown away...”
Her words trailed off. The speaker turned to one side, stretching her arms out before her. They fell limp over the edge of her bed.
“But you don't throw a sponge away after one use...you have to clean it. But...” Her hands clenched. Once limp fingers now tightened around each other. “If I am
Proto-Karokhic languagePhonologyProto-Karokhic language8 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
/p t k q/ [p t k q]
/pʰ tʰ kʰ qʰ/ [ph th kh qh]
/b d g/ [b d g]
/s ʃ h/ [s š h]
/m n/ [m n]
/mʰ nʰ/ [mh nh]
/ɾ r l/ [r rr l]
/j w/ [y w]
/i u/ [i u]
/e o/ [e o]
/a ɒ/ [a au]
/iː uː/ [ī ū]
/eː oː/ [ē ō]
/aː ɒː/ [ā āu]
Stress accent on last syllable.
[Root + Root's extension(s) + Possessor + (Definiteness + number) + Case]
Definiteness and number:
Indefinite singular -enh/-nh banunh 'a man'
Indefinite plural - enhi/-nhi banunhi 'a men'
Definite proper singula
TURNABOUT TBFR CHAPTER 3Turnabout TBFR Chapter 3 – Puppet ShowTURNABOUT TBFR CHAPTER 31 week ago in Introductions & Chapters
Disclaimer: why bother when no one reads this anyway
A/N: I want to ride mah bicycle, I want to ride mah bicycle, nonsense inserted, random noises, TENSION TO THE MAX, blah blah, fehwlfewhuia
Truth, justice, all broken…..
Hunter blew out the candle in her cell just as the smell of burning oil stung her nose and made her eyes tear up.
She sniffled. Candlesticks had gone out of fashion years ago – just her luck that the lightbulb in her cell had gone out, and the guards refused to replace it.
“Are you crying?” Leo said in a tone that implied that for him, tear ducts were non-existent.
Hunter glared. “What do you want?”
“….I was going to question you, but your conversation with that furry-wannabe gave me the information I needed.”
Somewhere, Ema sneezed.
“How much di
Mask of the Dragon - Chapter Twenty-Six“I'm sure Daddy could help with your wardrobe,” said Felice. She was all smiles. “After all, he helped Mom when she decided she needed a change.”Mask of the Dragon - Chapter Twenty-Six2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
“I'd appreciate that.” Melissa smiled back. “I just... I really want to think about the message I'm sending, you know?”
“Oh, yes!” Felice nodded. “Appearances shouldn't be the first thing people judge on, but they often are. Making a good impression is crucial!”
“Are you kidding?” Marlon leaned across the table toward Drew. “Raiden rules, man! The guy's unstoppable!”
“Johnny's the best, and you can't change my mind.”
“A movie star verses a god? Come on!”
“I think calling a guy who can do magic tricks a god is a bit of stretch.”
“Magic tricks? Summon
A Dusk's TaleIt was dusk when i closed the little white gate and took my way back home, as i used to.A Dusk's Tale1 week ago in Short Stories
Then realized all traffic signs had disappeared.
That’s when i saw her: a woman with a torch. She handed the torch to me, saying: “Soon it’s gonna get very dark.”
“Thanx - i said - but i don’t feel like i’m gonna need a torch.”
“Can you guess who i am?”, the woman said.
“I’m afraid not”, i replied.
“I’m the one you saw when you passed out the other day.”
“You looked different, then...”, i said.
“I will look ever different - the woman said - unless you take the torch.”
“I won’t...”, began to say.
“Take the damn torch - the woman burst - do what you’re being told, for a change...”
Four leaves went falling out of nowhere, out of the blue.
“Ok - i said finally - i’m taking the torch.”
“So you’re saving the last dance fo
Stupidity is Infectious Today one of the most life changing events occurred. We were given up on, my class and I. We sat in another droning lesson on the ideals of romanticism, and of course the firebrands goaded the teacher into silence so they could pursue their mouthfuls of gossip, and then... The instructor stood up. He was a young fellow, roughly thirty years old. He stood up and smiled at the masses of students before him, those that might usurp him some day, and smiled for several minutes past what was comfortable.Stupidity is Infectious 3 days ago in Short Stories
"Do you enjoy this class? This lesson?" He was still smiling. No one but those few firebrands, either courageous or ignorant in their actions, spoke. There was general mumbling of consent that perhaps the class could be better. Only the rebels, or perhaps the instigators from the other side of the coin, spoke up in outright hatred towards the class. The professor strode forward towards them.
"Then why are you here? Will it stick with you? Are you ever going to give a damn about who Ralph Wal
Revolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C12[Chronicle 1]:Revolver Chronicles: Afterland Warriors C122 days 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
PretendSometimes, it was easier to pretend.Pretend21 hours ago in Short Stories
It was easier to pretend that he was from another Timeline. A Timeline where he died a young boy. A Timeline where the world was at war against robots. For a while it was awesome. Busting apart robots, building newer scarier robots, and then setting them off on the unsuspecting public. But then he began to get homesick. So he went back home, and there she was waiting for him.
The first thing he did was run, even if he knew it was futile fighting her was far out of the question. The Realm Master looked around in a panic only to get grabbed from behind and get his ass tossed to the ground. He felt the pressure of a boot grinding down on his back as he struggled to get up.
The feeling of a deathly cold blade brushing his skin caused him to freeze in terror. The Goddess looked at him with disappointment on her face as she looked at what was once a powerful being now reduced to a shadow of himself.
She knew who he was, but decided to play along. Whenever
One Day Ata Time - Day 1 - Night A slight tremor begins to rumble beneath my feet. In the distance, a faint bell sounds off the time. Eleven pm. In which time stand I? In what space? Here, or there? It mattered not. Somewhere, a horse drawn chariot slowly makes its way to the center of town. People standing, vulnerable, drenched with beads of sweat, plagued with anxiety, unable to locate the source of discord forewarning the coming of darkness.One Day Ata Time - Day 1 - Night5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Oh, they moaned, pulling out carefully manicured nails, no longer able to contain the fear engulfed within. And the chariot sound grew more distinct. What unreasonable price for a mind. To create a scenario before its time. And what showed before us, ladies and gentlemen, were two young men, aged nineteen and twenty-one respectively.
A tall, slim rabbit dressed in a tux and white gloves stepped from the charioteer’s seat. As the spectators gaped in awe, the white rabbit marched to the side of his shiny black carriage, and opened the back door. In puppet-like
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, while 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: ivory2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Between Life and DeathThere, at the top of the world, she stood, looking down from her perch. Rivers, as tenuous as her veins, were just a step away, and with the wind's ghostly touch brushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear, she was overcome with a trembling emotion: fear. Chills violently racked through her fragile body, screaming a slow, decaying melody, one that reminded her of the toll of a clock. Draped across her shoulders was a vivid, red cloak, heavily warm, and her fingers clenched at it, tight, unyielding. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were lifeless, bottomless gray. The world extended endlessly beneath her feet.Between Life and Death4 hours ago in Short Stories
Her glistening silver eyes watched the rosy sunset beyond the horizon, purples and magentas shyly dappling across the pale blue sky's vast surface. It was a sight that would normally sing choruses of happiness to her eyes, but today, she took no joy in seeing it.
From beneath her frosty eyelashes, she could see the mist that veiled the mountains far below, and a sudden,
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 Wind3 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
Human MindThe spooky shrub, three kilometers from the village, that reaches out its branches - though there is no wind - as if to grab the solitary wanderers, is actually a colony of pranksters stick insects .Human Mind4 days ago in Short Stories
I am aware of this, yet I fear it anyway.
Quote 1'Only by carrying the heaviest burdens can we truly become strong. For it is the best of us that have assuredly faced the worst.'Quote 16 days ago in Short Stories
Scenes From a Fever DreamHe continues to sit in his room. The ball bouncing and bouncing and bouncing, the two of them. One is thrown back and forth, back and forth. An unfortunate symptom of writer's block. The other is the ball he is following on the screen.Scenes From a Fever Dream4 days ago in Short Stories
There is a Hand to turn the time
Though thy Glass today be run
There were other lines, but he did not care as much. He felt lonely. He wanted to go outside and be lonely. He wanted a lot of things. It was a dual substance of both his extrovert-ness and his depression. He didn't know what he wanted to do. It was just another scene in his endless string of scenes, never changing, yet always evolving. It's his fear of falling apart. Curiously, he picks up the hair of the dog that bit him on the head and took a long sit. Sipping the coke down his throat he felt the migraine take hold. Nothing would stop it now. A screaming comes across his mind. Nothing but God himself could stop this. But would he? Why would he? What has he done? Inside, the monologue and i
Der TurmAm Ende der Straße steht der Leuchtturm. Ich sehe ihn vor mir aufragen, majestätisch und groß. Ich fühle mich davor stehen, erbarmungswürdig und klein. Der gebückt gehende Wurm auf der Straße zum Leuchtturm. Das bin ich. Innerlich bin ich gespalten. Ein großer Teil von mir wünscht sich nichts sehnlicher, als beim Turm zu sein und feuert meine Beine jede Sekunde an, noch ein wenig schneller zu laufen. Der kleine, besonnene Teil in mir schaut mit Sorge und wachsendem Missfallen dabei zu, wie jeder Schritt, der mich dem Leuchtturm näher bringt, zeitgleich meinen Körper und Geist angreift. Anfangs kaum merklich, befinde ich mich inzwischen in einer so gebeugten Haltung, dass ich meinen Kopf heben muss, wenn ich zum Leuchtturm aufschauen möchte, da ich sonst nur ein Stück des Weges vor mir sehe. Wenn ich mir durch die Haare fahre, dann bleiben Haarbüschel in meinen Händen hängen und meine Haut sieht trocken undDer Turm5 days ago in Short Stories
Anyone else that doesn't get hungry?I'm not exactly sure when I developed this, but I don't get hungry. I was working on a six hour drawing when the sudden realization hit me, I didn't eat anything today. Usually I eat one thing for the entire day because I feel like tasting something. In fact, I only have a super short list of the things I will eat. If I try new food I always throw up. I literally eat the same lunch at school everyday since preschool. A lot of people think I am weird for not eating the classic American food; like pizza, burgers, doughnuts, etc. The only doughnuts I eat are regular crullers and glazed. It is rare for me to get hungry. Most of the time if I experience hunger my belly hurts and I hear a growl. It still shocks me when I experience it, since I am not used to it. If you are this way leave a comment below or your opinions. My family and I don't know why I don't get hungry and neither does the doctors. They actually had to do blood tests to make sure my insides weren't dying, luckily they aren'Anyone else that doesn't get hungry?5 days ago in Short Stories
The OozeThe young man sang words to a song out loud while he walked down the city block. His earbuds were firmly fixed into his ears and his smart phone was set permanently to Pandora; ergo the world outside of his space could have been nothing but a void to the kid. This showed in his seemingly careless actions.The Ooze2 days ago in Short Stories
He walked slowly up the street with little care for anyone as he loudly sang whatever dirty words came up on his track. Old people shot dirty looks as he seemed not to care about their sensibilities. He bumped into people while texting some random woman he was eager for relations with, and still payed no mind. When in his zone there were very few things to distract the young man.
Yet no matter his game or what song he shouted to the masses, there was at least one distraction the kid would encounter that day. As he walked toward the corner of Fifth and Main, the young man accidentally stepped in a puddle with a slight greenish twinge.
“What the fuck?!” he shouted as he paus
Maia's Tears: Prologue (text only)Maia's Tears is copyright 2015 MartenFerret. The reader may print/download, but neither sell nor alter the work.Maia's Tears: Prologue (text only)17 hours ago in Short Stories
Maia’s Tears is a fantasy story about moral-theological choices and their consequences. The story is played by anthropromorphic animal characters in a futuristic setting. The story includes pirates, princesses (who actually work!), spaceships, and even dinosaurs!
Maia’s Tears is complex, *clean story that would young adults, especially to those who enjoy introspective ‘character-development stories’ (Maia’s Tears is character-driven, not plot-driven).
The story will be six chapters in length, including an epilogue. Segments of these chapters will be submitted as they are completed. Much patience would be required!
*absolutely no foul language occurs in Maia’s Tears, nor is there to be found any undue sexual activity. However, this story does contain a single, necessary instance of promiscuity (and its consequences) and several, bruta
The Absent PoetrySometimes, in his youth, Hilbert always pondered what the truth was. Truly, in truth, he had been reborn and it felt like this has happened a lot more than the day he had become Hilbert. And as always, Hilbert felt loyal to his self-given duty; wake Ronald up, wake him up and tell him he's going to be alright.. To help Ronald perform his own duties in saving the world. But when Hilbert had finally entered the stage of a teenager, Ronald was nowhere to be found. Maybe his friend wasn't even born yet.The Absent Poetry10 hours ago in Short Stories
Hilbert had travelled along the day he entered the age of seventeen, the day the set-number of definition of youth was almost adult. And this was also the day, that he had lost his parents to an illness. His new parents weren't like Jessica Reflehem, and the father he never knew. They were a farmer and a guard. His mother worked on the farm, all alone with him. It was a very tiny farm, they only had a single potato field.. No animals, no cows. Nothing else. His father instead? He might just
KeepMatthew’s POVKeep1 week ago in Short Stories
“Alrighty!” Lucas chided, swinging his legs. He sat on the cement picnic table, sipping on a can of pink lemonade. I glanced over my shoulder at the restrooms in the distance, considering just pissing in the woods near our picnic spot for the sake of being near Lucas in case anything were to happen… This is a public place, and there are moms all around, so he should be fine. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead, smiling slightly as he beamed up at me. “Now go pee before you wet yourself!” He giggled, and I smiled in return before sprinting off to the restrooms.
I glanced back over my shoulder maybe fifty times as I walked towards the small, cement building next to the lake. Lucas still sat, happily drinking his favorite drink, gazing off into the woods. Safe. I made my way in, glancing around. There was only one other guy in here, tall, definitely older than me. My stomach churned,
Living in her wor(l)dsLiving in her wor(l)ds3 days 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