Blood and WaterAutumn, Year 760 of the New AgeBlood and Water5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oakfern, Forests above the Warren
Featuring Falasnornia, mentions Gunnolf, King Nazam and unnamed NPCs
The Shamaness walked only to the edge of the cave, peering warily at her surroundings. The bundle strung up between her teeth churred at her softly, yellow eyes wide. Setting the swaddled owl down, she unwrapped the leaves from around his tiny body. He stretched a wing tentatively before he gave a hop, soaring into the darkness above.
Fala snorted with satisfaction at a job well-done before she called upon her water magic to pull a boulder partially over the opening, to obscure it and further discourage larger creatures from trying to make a home in it.
She turned then and grunted bemusedly at the thought of returning to her cave, no doubt swamped with fawnlings of all ages by now. She was happ
OW: CRS 102 - Memories of Times Past“I could just use my lamp... That’s technically something enchanted with rooms upon rooms...” Imogen pranced around her room, loud rock songs playing from her ‘headband’, which was placed upon her bed. “No, that would never work.”OW: CRS 102 - Memories of Times Past17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a dramatic sigh, the genie flopped down upon her bed, her lamp bouncing due to the force she flopped down with. “Speaking of work. This is boooo-riing~~ Why can’t assignments be fun, and have everyone else do the work?” The song changed quickly, a song that Imogen vaguely recognized blasting through the room.
She comes in colours ev’rywhere; She combs her hair; She’s like a rainbow; Coming, colours in the air~
“Nice tune, but next.” With a wave of her hand the song changed yet again, the tune becoming softer and more melodic in nature.
If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That
Viaje al Limbo. El espejo- Ok, tu puedes hacerloViaje al Limbo. El espejo15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Decía nuestra protagonista con temor. Sentada a espaldas de un gran espejo, el único en su casa. Se sentía una potente magia, aun mas grande que la suya, y eso le escalofriaba. Podría tener una fuerte noción de la vida, entrar al bosque de colores y salir con vida, sobrevivir a cicatriz; pero nada la aterraba mas que mirar a ese espejo.
- ¿Por qué tardas tanto? - le dijo su voz atemorizarte
- No te estoy viendo - aunque tratara de sonar dura, le temblaba la voz
- Pero yo a ti si. Vamos pequeña, voltea
Suspiro, tomando el asiento de ruedas dio la vuelta para encarar a un reflejo. Como era de esperarse un ser sin rostro fijo no podía reflejarse como tal, no lo que regresaba el espejo era lo propio e inmutable de ella: su alma. Colores subiendo y bajando en un caótico remolino propio del caeos que es ella, un ser abstracto que era parte de ella y ajeno. Como un alter ego era este ser el mejor consejero, psicólo
New Perspective, Chapter 1Chapter 1New Perspective, Chapter 19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“This is a new beginning, buy this book and become the greatest person ever.” Shouted and persuaded the book seller, just trying to get by in his simple and basic manner of existence, everybody is, everybody in this gathering of optimistic New York dwellers was just as insignificant and optimistic as the rest of the world and yet they all try to believe otherwise.
Even the wet footprints of brown loafers would soon become insignificant, lost amongst other wet footprints, as would the memories of the surrounding passer-by’s, all moving with such impatience and panic to get to their jobs, houses, executive meetings or even to grab a soon to be missed train, which would then be met by blames aimed at higher divine beings or even their wives or other life partners, their glancing and judgmental eyes there one moment and suddenly, disappearing out of your as fast as they entered.
All the same principle, y
The AlleyThe AlleyThe Alley19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My body aches uncontrollably as I wake up. There is a strange taste in my mouth. I open my eyes, but I am forced to quickly close them again as the pain in my head is too much for me to take. Even with my eyes closed, I can tell something is wrong. I slide my hands along my sheets but instead of feeling cotton, I feel dirt.
I reopen my eyes, slower this time, which helps to ease the pain. I see a thin dirt all around me with patches of weeds breaking through. There are empty syringes, broken bottles, and cans of spray paint littered about. There is a wood fence in front of me and behind me, both seem to stretch forever.
I realize I am in an alley. A long one. Or maybe it is only a block in either direction and my eyes haven’t adjusted to being awake yet.
My head is throbbing and I instinctively put my hand to where it hurts. Instead of skin I touch something like dried glue on my forehead and in my hair.