A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
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The scream reverberated through the room and Paul's memory. The thing that shared his body reeled back in surprise.
"You will die without my help!" It sneered.
Paul ignored the protests. He focused on the pain. The every present, burning pain. He screamed again, happy that he could feel himself more and more. He peered at Maya, who stared at him in wonderment.
"This has never…Paul..You're changing back!" her hand holding the wicked knife lowered.
Paul felt relieved at this. He could hear Tal'Shen's screaming but it was becoming quieter as he focused on his body. He could feel the tentacles starting to push out of him of their own accord. He looked down and one dropped to the floor and lay there squirming. He took his hand and found another appendage. He pulled with all his might and another tentacle sprang free.
He stared at Maya with pleading in his eyes and she nodded. She ran over to his side and pulled on another tentacle. It came out easily and she worked frantically on t
Dream scapeby *Lostboysmee, 1 week, 1 day agoDream scape2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
An eternal night's
through the gates
Crossing a bridge
over a lightless chasm.
Guarded by the spectral
visions of Aeschylus
They "Look at me
from the depths of the earth"
The lost and the forgotten,
retreating in to the darkness
of knowing, no waking
can save them,
We are Progeny"Breathe. . . " was the first word he had heard when the disjoint world came to a formless solitude, a blank existence. The voice was deep, inhuman but neutral, and though he would not trust it given the turn of events, he was grateful to have felt nothing rather then pain when he rose to his feet to see it; the source of the voice.We are Progeny2 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Who are you?!" Paul demanded with mistrust. The figure mirrored his looks with the exception of it being a dark silhouette.
"We are Progeny; the outcome of how you choose to end this."
"How I should choose?!" He snapped, throwing an angered point of accusation. "You've done nothing but throw me in nightmares! What CHOICE do I have to look forward to?!"
"Symbiosis." It answered.
How could that be a choice?! But then again, Maya and Lysanna explained differently. Perhaps this one was different.
"We have seen the events; the wars of your kind. They are preserved in your DNA. The process of conquest will be of no variance for the assailants who proclaim peace
RebirthHe was here. But where was "here"? Who was "he"?Rebirth2 years ago in Writing More Like This
What was he looking at? A mass of flesh twisted. Half of it was peach colored, stained scarlet. And the other half?
Pulsating currents of gelatinous substance reflected a thousand colors, glowing eerily. Scales and thorns of grey curled like a ribcage, like a shield around itself. Its alien neon colors rippled with the thrashing of its tentacles. The other half was that. It did not feel like it was part of the sallow peach creature. That beast had an evil sort of grin to it. It was an uninvited stranger burning the house in which it stole into. It was a parasite. It was taking control of him.
And worse than that, it seemed to be winning.
Get a grip.
He was Paul. He had gotten puked on. That puke was killing him. He was infected by an alien that wanted to eat his face off and a stranger who named herself after an ancient civilization was hacking at him with a knife.
He wanted to say thank you
Fire And Ice Odyseey 4 Chap7When You Walk In The RoomFire And Ice Odyseey 4 Chap72 years ago in Writing More Like This
You Set My Heart Ablaze
When We Touch It Creates A Steamy Haze
That Blocks My Vision In Several Ways
Feeling That This Is Just A Phase
I Should Tell You That Ive Felt Like This For Days
As I Wander Through This Endless Maze
You Are The Ice That Calms My Mind And Slows The Fire
Keeping Me From Doing Something Out Of Desire
And Not Telling You How I Feel Is Costing A Price
As The Fire You Entice Inside That Feels Kind Of Nice
Will Soon Devour Me Alive Even Though I Am Still Brand New
So I Have To Ask, Do you Like Me Too
Deep Blue Eyes of DoomOUT, Paul screamed.Deep Blue Eyes of Doom2 years ago in Writing More Like This
And just like that, Paul was out.
Out of body, out of mind, and out among the stars.
But the stars were replaced by endless streaks of light that came in an infinite rainbow of colors. But the longer he stared Paul began to hear the screams.
He was seeing the human race being replaced in a horrific display of severed skin, blood, and tentacles but still no explanation why.
Then he saw HER.
This thing looked like a corroded version of Maya with ash black hair, grey flesh with black veins pulsing venomously across the flesh, and eyes with a kind of blue that fit frozen corpses. It was convenient that it chose to look like Maya, because it was Maya who told Paul her name.
She nodded once, not showing any violent intent.
She only gave him words, but nothing pleasing to hear.
"So much fighting." Lysanna said. "Fighting for your supposed right to your own mind and for what freedom? You define freedom over blood, bullets, and mountains of bodies that spill both.
Conscious AwakeningEverything was dark. Tal'shen had taken over Paul’s body, though it couldn’t risk destroying his brain and most vital organs, as it needed his body to survive.Conscious Awakening2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul was somewhere cowering in the back of his brain, like a caged animal; fear his predominant instinct. He could barely form a coherent thought, all memory had been wiped from him or, more accurately, hidden in some distant region of his brain which he could no longer access. He lie at the back of his mind for God knows how long, screaming for help, and unknown to Tal'shen, clawing his way back into his conscious mind. After what seemed like a lifetime, Paul began to form his own thoughts again, he was even able to gain a basic understanding of what happened.
And then it happened, Paul found the right part of his brain. His brain kicked into high gear, and in an instant he remembered everything, from the train, all the way up to his body being forcibly taken from him. This was all a terrible shock to him, and it to
Chapter 7: BirthrightsWaves of heavy rain hammered against the walls of the ruined Battersea power station, an ice cold wind twisted its way around the rusted iron frame work and a malignant darkness blanketed all.Chapter 7: Birthrights2 years ago in Writing More Like This
The children of the abyss moved slowly, surrounding the derelict building. Thick rubbery tentacles flopped out and writhed against the ground dragging their bloated bodies closer and closer. Out of drains and along water pipes they came. Up and across walls they moved sucking and groping. Through broken windows and down tight corridors they squeezed their bulks, converging on a room deep in the basement.
Maya's hands were shaking; she was terrified and could barely control her host. What had been Paul only a short time ago now took up the corner of the room, streaks of colour flashed along its tight rubbery skin like electricity flashing between conductors. His face had broken apart and the fragments of his skull had been expelled along with a number of other snapped bones. The pulsating
Odyssey 2 chapter 7Maya stepped back when Paul screamed.Odyssey 2 chapter 72 years ago in Writing More Like This
She was scared although she didn't want to admit it.
Her sister has gone way too far now.
…creating such a monster…
…a very small part of her still didn't want to believe what was happening…
…maybe that was the part of her that was afraid…
…she thought she knew her…
…her own sister…
These and other thoughts were circling in her head.
How could she?
Doesn't she know how weak is the balance?
She almost felt sorry for him…
She thought her sister was good…
…normal…well normal as they can be…
Why did she do this?
Hurting innocent people that have nothing to do with them…
…have their own lives…
…have their own problems…
…have their own future to create…
…but no…if she only knew that this would happen she would have done something to stop her sister…she would have helped her…that's what sisters do right?
…they help each other…
Maya snapped out of her thoughts and continued to watch as Paul struggled for his own survival trying
To become somethingHe kept screaming, despite knowing it was a fruitless effort of clinging to life, to his humanity. Paul’s mind was clouded by Tal’Shen’s thoughts, leaving little room for his own. He fought back, rebelling against the parasite, but it was useless, for Tal’Shen was stronger.To become something2 years ago in Writing More Like This
He then realized survival was out of reach...
He oddly felt comforted by this thought. Accepting the fact that death was a better option than becoming an empty shell under the command of another, he released his mind from Tal’Shen, falling into oblivion...
If this was dying, he thought, it isn’t bad.
The pain disappeared...memories returned. His name was Paul and somehow...he was alive. Where he was, he didn't know, but he had to be “somewhere” if he was aware of his existence. It was a surreal feeling...being nothing yet existing somewhere in the pressing darkness...
An orb appeared, its surface swirling with different colors. It pulsated feebly, its light weak.
Reasons AloneBeautiful, multicolored scales lay scattered across the room. Between them ran thin lines and spatters of jet black ichor.Reasons Alone2 years ago in Writing More Like This
It all traced back to one point of the room.
Maya's eyes were fixed upon that one point. The point where the broken creature that had once been a man named Paul lay, taking in slow and deliberate breaths with its ruptured lungs. She took a step toward it once more, raising the knife one final time before bringing the point down through the exposed breast and into the heart, as blood spattered over the blade.
Its large eyes opened wide as its arms flailed for one last time. As its eyes began to close for a final rest, a battered windpipe and broken beak managed a final sound. And yet it wasn't some sort of primal shriek, instead came words. Words Maya was not prepared to hear.
She stood there, stunned, as the creature coughed up a small orb and then became still.
"E-Eseri... What have I done?"
You have freed him.
"I've killed him.
Odyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared IntelligenceOdyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared Intelligence2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Odyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared Intelligence
Paul was vomited out in a particularly violent spasm.
Nothing more than a brown, green, gray swirling mass of fluid and gunk on a dirty floor, Paul moved on pure instinct. Still confused, he moved slowly, oozing toward the nearest heart source and beating heart.
Maya continued hacking at Paul's former body, unaware of the organism slipping over the patent leather of her boot until it was sliding through her sock and skin.
Her exertion caused her body to absorb Paul quickly and within moments she carried her own flashing multi-colored scales. Inside, two minds – both foreign to the human body they inhabited – fought for space and control.
"Settle down," Maya ordered once she accepted that she could not expel Paul. "We are in this together now, like it or not. And we have to hurry, or Lysanna's plan will come to fruition and destroy the human race entirely. She's going to contaminate the supply of drinking water for London with her pro
Birds of a FeatherTal'shen managed to knock the weapon out of Maya's hand with one of the human's mangled arms. The dazzling scales rapidly formed up Paul's—no, Tal'shen's—face. The sacs that had popped on Paul's shoulders were now slowly reforming to create more tentacles. The remaining hand now had sharp talons that it used to swipe at Maya. Maya dodged the claws and made for the door. Tal'shen insisted that Maya stay by wrapping its claws around her ankle and tripping her.Birds of a Feather2 years ago in Writing More Like This
"StAy!" Tal'shen grunted. The whites of its eyes were burning red. "LYsAnnA nEeDS yOu!"
"Well, I don't need her!" Maya said.
A viscous black matter bubbled out of the gaping flesh on Paul's forearm, and formed a gummy but strong hand in place of the weak one that now lay limp on the floor. When Tal'shen grabbed Maya's other ankle, Maya found it impossible to pull herself out of the creature's grip; it was as if the substance was some type of glue. Then the gooey substance started to engulf all of the wounds on Paul's body to start
Shifting PiecesLysanna was crumpled in a pathetic heap on the dirty floor with just enough strength to hold the two mirror shards in front of her shriveled face. She was about to die, at least this part of her. Her spawn, Tal'shen, was at the very moment being birthed into the realm of humans. There was only one thing left to do; she exhaled heavily onto the shards, fogging them over. As the moist remnants of Lysanna evaporated on the mirror, so did her husk of a body. She crossed over, through the mirror, until she found the rest of her; mother and child one at last.Shifting Pieces2 years ago in Writing More Like This
The moment the symbiosis occurred, her strength, and drive, returned. Maya had been right, she wanted it all and her dynasty was about to begin. With one mighty push she seeped through every orifice in Paul's body, becoming fluid one moment and solid the next.
"Never!" Maya screamed as she swung her blade, only to find her arm ensnared in a sea of tentacles.
"Sister," Lysanna bellowed, "is that any way to welcome your queen?"
Odyssey II - 7 - The Baton PassOdyssey II – VII – Baton PassOdyssey II - 7 - The Baton Pass2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Lysanna's frame shuddered and shook with each swing of her sister's blade. She was a slender wilow under a heavy axe, and colours scattered from her hands like leaves with each strike. Hiding from the sun, she crumpled her fingers into fists and cried out with anger.
Her child, her Tal-shen, her very self was struggling there. She could feel the frustration rolling off of Tal-shen's claimed body as he struggled to wrestle with the mental confines with the human. Paul, no, not Paul anymore, but the dissipating human soul that was held out of its body's mouth and strangled, was fighting. As Tal-shen struggled to slaughter the man, it could not stop the slaughter of the woman.
Maya's strikes were landing true. Each slice of the blade was carving through damp and unformed scales, sheering tentacles and bubbles like wool. Lysanna felt every gesture that her sister made upon her, no, Tal-shen's body, and crushed her delicate fists against her temple. She o
The something of nothing (Why there is no truth)...The something of nothing (Why there is no truth)2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Soft, warm blackness.
There was very little light, in fact, there were only three faintly pulsing masses of rainbow colour slowly glowing in the all-encompassing darkness.
He... He was... He was?
It didn't matter. There were fragments of dull colour and swatches of vivid images that bled into his field of vision, but they were ignored.
It was comfortable, and he relaxed into its embrace.
The broiling colours in front of him grew more and more distinct. There was a dark green hole in the blackness that reached towards him with greedy, clawing tendrils. Next to it, a larger dark and sickening purple slowly bled in splintering veins through a shrinking star of gorgeous white light. He lifted-
Yes. That was what it was called.
He lifted a hand towards the light,its diffusing glow calling him towards it. The broiling green entity held no appeal for him, rather, there was a... feeling? Yes, a strong feeling of utter confusion and distaste for the green that rep
All or NothingALL OR NOTHINGAll or Nothing2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Odyssey II - Chapter 7
Paul's scream is soundless, without vibration, boundless without borders. Heard by no one, reverberating through the psychic realm, a cascade of destruction. Both sisters battling within his very blood, phages using his cells as a playground and a battlefield tearing apart his very flesh.
"He has spirit after all. Welcome to our realm, Paul You will never leave this place." Tal'Shen voice is cold, diffident, indifferent.
"He only does what he must to survive Tal'Shen, you would mock him for that."
"His will means nothing, Maya. Our Mother must be served. The only question is how."
Maya binds more of Paul's unwilling flesh beneath her knife, attempting to wrest control of his body from Tal'Shen.
Tal'shen fights back, wrapping Maya's body in the tentacles on Paul's back, his flesh more liquid with every passing moment. "Will she be served by a simpering sycophant like you? Or a loyal daughter who sees the ends and the means at hand doing whatever is
Odyssey - Chapter 7 Is it over?From her mirror Lysanna watched her sister hack the tentacles and Paul internal struggle. Distress grew more and more on her face as the man continue to fight despite the fact that his memories and stamina was draining out of him.Odyssey - Chapter 7 Is it over?2 years ago in Writing More Like This
And then it turned pure frustration and anger as Paul defeated her offspring.
"NO!" She cried.
And she smashed the mirror to pieces, her eyes smouldering.
Paul woke up to fin himself lying on the floor, which seemed to be drenched in which he assumed must be the tentacles' blood. The only reason he could assume that the green liquid was that was because he noticed some of his own blood mized within it.
Groaning he sat up, seizing up in pain that shot through his back.
"Easy there, Paul. Your back will take sometime to heal.
Paul looked up to see a redheaded woman kneeling down in front of him.
"Maya?" He asked as his memory was slowly returning to him.
Maya nodded, "That's right?"
"Did...did I managed to defeat...it?" Paul asked as he glanced around the room.
New Body, New DecisionWhen Paul opened his eyes all he could see was colors. Vibrant colors, the same colors of his scales, danced in front of his eyes.New Body, New Decision2 years ago in Writing More Like This
"What's going on," he whispered, only to realize that his voice had changed to a raspy growl.
His back, mainly down his spine, felt strange and on fire and when he reached behind him to touch his back, a tentacle wrapped around his wrist. Finally, as Paul's vision cleared and his wrist was freed from the tentacle, he turned around to look at what had become of him. Scales covered his entire back, shinning with grim beauty. However, that wasn't what made his throat tighten in terror.
Down his spine, between a chasm of ripped flesh and black blood, were thousands of razor sharp tentacles that ranged from the size of your pinky finger to the length of your arm. Shaking, Paul dropped his gaze down to his hands in his lap which had morphed into talons.
"Paul," a soft voice called from the side of the room. Paul's gaze shot up and, huddled in a leap, was Maya. Th
Odyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth of a GoddessOdyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth Of A GoddessOdyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth of a Goddess2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul is lost.
His body had merged completely with Tal'Shen, forging a bond of strength and knowledge between host and parasite. Only past memories and rational thought remained deep inside the matured progeny. Yet somehow, he had never felt more alive.
Now that the transmutation is complete, Tal'Shen could focus on his primary objective, to exterminate the vermin inside of Maya. Almost on instinct, he thrust his tentacles around Maya's human body. Splashes of neon black plasma danced in the air around them. His hold was tight.
Maya screamed in pain as her human flesh melted underneath the scorching touch of the appendages. She did not struggle. The removal of her flesh ushered a wave of intense release from within. Maya's corpse has become more than her incubator, it had become her prison.
With the flesh gone, the being that was once Maya spoke out.
Your hold is no longer necess
Deep WithinAs Paul pulled his last remaining nuggets of self, he realized that the nuggets we still being actively deleted. He couldn't save them all. He was forced to look at the memories contained within each nugget and instantly choosing whether that memory was better or worse to save than the next he could not yet see. Each "non-selection" felt like ripping away a child from its mother' arms. It tore at his conscious to release the memories in optimism that he had better memories still ahead. The problem becomes obvious, how much of his decision making system get influenced by the memories that he is just now retrieving? In other words, how much of his decision is based on a child-like decision tree since most of the only memories left in his retreat away from the "thing" running away with his body.Deep Within2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul did not have that concern at the moment since he was trying to make smart gambles on his memories. As the entity pushed against Paul he selfishly pulled all that he collected into a hard ball
SynesthesiaIt was lightning.Synesthesia2 years ago in Writing More Like This
It was thunder.
But above all, it was cold.
Wrenching, tearing, a hint of copper.
Lights swam in the eyes. Paul was there. Sensations blurred, but he was at peace. There was a horrible storm all around him, but here he was safe. Here he was still whole.
Where was he? Liquid, thin, water-but-not-water. Black as midnight painted sin. He brushed it with his fingertip and it recoiled, rippling away infinitely in all directions, fading into the darkness that was everywhere but right here. There was a sound: loud, high-pitched, but far-off. It brushed over him, like a feather or a breath of wind.
The water-but-not-water began to sway gently. He was tired. So tired.
Just sleep a while longer. It’ll all be ok soon.
“But the sound…” he thought to the faint wisp of himself that remained.
The liquid began to churn. Something was there, something was lurking b
'Fool.' Odyssey II chapter 7 submissionSuddenly the wrenching at his flesh ceased. Paul felt a wave of relief mixed with disbelief fill the whole of his body, and if he still had lips, he would have smiled. All the relief and joy vanished when he heard a small laugh in the back of his mind.'Fool.' Odyssey II chapter 7 submission2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Do not think I have given up. Tal'shen said sternly. I do not fear your petty cries.
Why? Paul's mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but his mind kept going back to the one question. Why?
Paul's body went limp as he felt his body slip away and become a monster. Slowly his already deteriorating mind slipped away completely and was replaced with new memories, thoughts, motives. Everything fell into place as the information on how their people came to be on this planet, in order to avoid religious persecution on their own. Then he realized why the human race had to be abolished in order to preserve the freedoms it promised.
"It all makes sense." Paul said aloud. His eyes closed and his mind w