PSYCHOPOMP. CHAPTER ONE(1270 words.)PSYCHOPOMP. CHAPTER ONE3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Angel and puppet. Now we will have a play.
Now will there come together what we always
Divide because of our presence . . .
Now will the angel perform over us.
You, Peter Polaris, open a white metal door attached to a vinyl sided, formerly brick warehouse. You attend to the handle with a gloved right hand and enter with surreptitious awareness. Millions of people wander doing repetitively peoplelike things. You flatten yourself against the wall. No one will sense you unless you think the magic words. You try not to think them. One or two of the bipedal herd, glance your way.
Peter is, (you are,) sensitive to sound. The doctors have noted this on your file. The rustle of people is horrific - the slightest murmur, anathema. 'Still.' He thinks. 'One cannot remain still forever.' So Peter crawls the wall space, arm swimming over arm. (This would look odd if these were normal people - but they are not, and you are not, certainly.) The room is filled to the brim with dr
Trapped in Amnesia with YouTubersChap. 13Trapped in Amnesia with YouTubers2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, so...which way do you think they went?" Simon asks, looking at the many different passageways their friends could've went.
"Umm....I'm pretty sure we split up at just two hallways, not four." Lewis points out.
"Arrrggghh, did we make a wrong turn somewhere?" ShootingStar groans, face-hoofing.
"I'm pretty sure we went the right way." Ty looks back the way they came.
"This is some trippy sh*t." Patrick turns around in a full circle. "I swear this is where we ran in!"
Stephano sits down, having to think about everything. He looks down all the tunnels, then back at his little group.
"I think, this time, we might actually HAVE to split up." He sighs, turning towards everyone. "Sons of..."He groans and face-hooves when he realizes that the only pony standing there was Ty, grinning, NoName the baby Ender Pearl Dragon wrapped around his shoulder.
"Yeah they might've already left." Ty says sheepishly looking around. "And yep, they are sons of b****es, excep
Ghosts"You really should be getting around to killing yourself."Ghosts2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is how my morning starts almost every day. The Ghost telling me I should kill myself.
"Sorry to be a pest, really, but--you don't really want to kill more people, do you?" I don't say anything. No one can see The Ghost besides me; if I say anything, I'd look insane. To The Ghost's question, I just shake my head and get out of bed.
It's Friday, at 6:00 in the morning. My house is empty; my parents are on a second honeymoon in Aruba. Since I'm 17, they figure I'm old enough to take care of myself.
I go through the motions, preparing for school, without any emotion. Clockwork. While The Ghost continues to speak, about how I should commit suicide, about how I've killed enough people, even without wanting to. The Ghost says it's not my fault, that I can't control myself, that it's not anything personal against me, that if I die, I'd be saving lives. And that's true.