The Carrier DiariesThere are three kinds of people in the world. Flesh eating minions of hell, humankind, and those caught in between both extremes of the spectrum.The Carrier Diaries3 weeks ago in Short Stories
They call them carriers.
A human on a horse led three roped-and-tied souls behind him through the dead of night. They were bound at the wrists in one long chain attached to the saddle. They were forbidden to speak to each other, or the man on the horse would cut off their lips. He'd said as much when he'd caught each one of them.
The first in line was a man who still bore a bleeding wound from the bite that made him carrier swine. Sometimes their wounds took a while to heal, but this one needed to be found to keep a blood trail from showing their path in the sand. He was large, but the transformation had made him docile.
The second carrier, sandwiched between the first and last, was a woman, middle-aged and with no hair on her head. She had looked somber ever since the man on the horse found her s
Falling AngelThere I was.Falling Angel2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Down, down, down.
I was between the sky and the ocean. The sky in which held endless wonders and the ocean which gripped eternal cold. Which I belonged in I did not know.
I was between Heaven and Hell.
My chocolate hair reached out, thrashing violently for something to hold onto, as if it didn't want to let go to what I had. However, the rest of me was stiff from shock of what had occurred.
I try to scream, as if some hero would save me. I part my lips wide, but there was no sound. The roaring winds surrounding my frail body blocked out any noise. Even my own voice.
A chilling feeling envelops my being. I was under water. Inside that cold ocean. I let air escape my mouth in small bubbles and watched them float to the surface. A surface I will never see again.
The light fades slowly as I sink deeper into the depths of the unforgiving water world. My hair lacked the whipping energy it held, as if it had given up.
Mystery ManHaving woken from a somewhat troubled sleep, dreaming of those helped, lost or forgotten. He is all too aware of the stillness in the room, making him feel more alone than ever and so decides to see what the world has in store for the rest of the day, although the day was verging on night, his preferred time to be amongst the streets and its people. For as long as he can recall he has always preferred the darkness over the day, moving about in his own way helping others here or there, but never thanked or praised, for this was the way he has done it for as long as time can remember, be there when needed leave before any one notices. But this night his thoughts turn to the unrelenting question that he has pondered for so long............ Who is he and where did he come from, are there others like him left in the world ?Mystery Man1 month ago in Short Stories
A list of my nicknamesThe names I go by:A list of my nicknames3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Christian - Cuz people can't pronounce my name- and because they think I'm catholic - so I went with it.
Djodjo- (pronounced Jojo) I was reading the book and my best friend accidentally called me that. I was perfectly okay with that. Now I'm called that by everyone now.
Milo's decision. (Part 3 - Strange fire)NOTE: Oh my word! What is this? Actual plot development? I didn't know I was still capable of it! I know I've not put up anything that actually carries on my Milo stories for quite some time. But I've finally got back into the swing of it and rather than focusing primarily on stuff that doesn't happen until way further along in the book I'm back to working on more up to the current plot line stuff. This is the point in the story where stuff starts getting a lot more visceral and leans more towards, for want of a better term 'Horror'. I hope that no-one, if anyone, who likes the previous stuff isn't put off by this new direction, it's simply where I want the story to go from here-on.Milo's decision. (Part 3 - Strange fire)2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Thanks and enjoy. - Kurt.
'There must have been a time before God. Because nothing is eternal. Nothing is without a beginning.
And God said,
“Let there be light.”
God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkne
Swim AwayTitle: Swim AwaySwim Away3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Summary: After running away from home, Aquamarine experiences the ocean for the first time and experiences new wonders other than home itself.
Warning: It has been a while since I wrote something so this the new groove wonder!
For the first time I can see waves crash against the shore, the suds slowly retreating back to the ocean to be pushed back down against the sand again as repeated for so many times. Hearing the sea gulls in the distance couldn’t be more peaceful than hearing the voice talking, yelling, singing, or chanting from the farm. It seem those voices back from the farm were gradually dissipating from my audio receptors as I focus on the wave crashing against the shore.
The sea breeze feels so weird against my armor and my mesh as it is something I have never felt before. Only the dry air from being inland and the sun baking down on me as I stand or meditate and thus swimming helps me relinquish
BaeOne day this girl named Lyra came walking down the street, I tackled her and kissed her face then shoved chocolates into her face followed by farting in her face, the green gas cloud went up and made a heart. I then picked her up and ran back to the house where we did... Lesbian things •-•Bae1 week ago in Short Stories
Homeless in SummerMy sweaty, damp wad of sleeping bag with my troll-doll hair sticking out of it sleeps during the day. It’s safer, better to be trampled by a crowd with the sun shining, than to be surprised by something worse at night.Homeless in Summer1 month ago in Short Stories
The city is the sort of place where no one believes in God until I’ve written him out on a cardboard sign in the same breath as a plea for money. The other kind of belief puts you here with me, foretelling a world that we already live in, though, only the troll-doll sleeping-wads can really see it for what it is. If they can see. If they can think right.
I read when I can, which isn’t often if I’m going to be eating. People don’t want to give their money to someone who reads. You’re not at the end of your rope if you have time to use a newspaper for something other than home-decorating. It’s even worse if you’re reading something academic, like I am. I don’t like stealing, but when I found a library card on the sidewa
Sythe-Ology part 6Sythe-Ology part 6Sythe-Ology part 63 weeks ago in Short Stories
Warnings!: Violence, Religious references, mild course language
Characters: Corey, Sythe, Ruston, Zia, Neil, Mali, Caelum, Marcus, Father David
Settings: Norexus (mountains/ plateau biome), Sythe's home, Northern village.
“ So Sythe, how long have you known our little brother?”
“Eh for sometime now. About a year in fact. Why do you want know?”
Corey seemed uninterested in the current conversation now but still managed to answer without seeming too bored.
“Eh I don’t know. I just thought it would be a great conversation starter.”
By the time the two reached the flat area of the mountain there were no animals to be seen. Sythe scowled as she looked over the quiet biome to see if she could see anything. Suddenly Corey was hanging upside down in front of Sythe’s face with a big grin on his face.
“Can ya see any pigs?”
“Yeah there’s one right in front of me!”
Corey flipped himself
Meeting The FamilyWhen Mari introduced me to her family, I had no idea what to expect. She'd told me little about her mom and sisters, and done a lot to keep us separate. Three years together, and I'd only seen pictures, old pictures.Meeting The Family3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Never knew why until that day.
She'd visited with them plenty on her own, which was good; it meant there'd be no lengthy explanation of what the hell happened to her feminine physique.
See, in the three years I've dated Mari, she's changed. Grown as a person, specifically, into a fatter one. I like to think it's because of my encouragement; at least once a day, I manage to get my thick-bodied, dramatically-curvaceous girlfriend overeating, indulging herself more than she should. In reality, I know, there's no way she didn't choose to let it happen, but I can pretend.
When we met, Mari was a tiny thing, deliciously curvy, but decidedly slender, a dimple-cheeked beauty with a liking for sweets and enough restraint to keep it in check. Three years later, she's as gorge