A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn3 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 scape3 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 Progeny3 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"?Rebirth3 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 Chap73 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 Doom3 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.
Odyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth of a GoddessOdyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth Of A GoddessOdyssey II, Chapter VII: Birth of a Goddess3 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 Within3 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
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?3 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 Decision3 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
SynesthesiaIt was lightning.Synesthesia3 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 submission3 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
Reasons AloneBeautiful, multicolored scales lay scattered across the room. Between them ran thin lines and spatters of jet black ichor.Reasons Alone3 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 - 7 - The Baton PassOdyssey II – VII – Baton PassOdyssey II - 7 - The Baton Pass3 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
Something Worth Fighting ForPaul’s scream caused the last bit of his essence to leak from his body like a bucket with a hole. He was now having an out-of-body experience, and watched as the being that was once himself continued to protect itself from Maya’s purifying curved blade. He watched as the last remaining tentacle grabbed Maya’s wrist that held the blade, causing it fall to the ground, while the grotesque being known as Tal’shen put his two hands on Maya’s neck and slowly began to squeeze the life out of her. She tried to liberate herself with her free hand.Something Worth Fighting For3 years ago in Writing More Like This
“No, stop, I’m trying to help!” she gasped as the hands squeezed tighter. “Please, Paul, stop, I know you’re in there somewhere. This isn’t you!!”
Paul. That’s my name, thought Paul’s essence.
Maya’s knees buckled and she was forced to fall to her knees. Her eyes moved to where the blade lay, and with her free hand she tried to reach for it. It was no use;
Human BeingOUT.Human Being3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Black. Void. A single moment of nothingness stretched across the length of existence. His being became naught but a forgotten echo.
One word expanded across the emptiness, plugging the hollow of reality.
OUT. That one word, the single assertive command, brought a fragment of truth back to him. He was named Paul, and he wanted this thing inside of him out.
"Get out!" Paul cried again, though he knew not if he emitted a verbal sound or merely screamed inside of himself.
I can no longer exist without you, nor you without me, Tal'shen snapped at him. Are you so opposed to the respite I offer that you face destruction in this vain effort to cast me out?
"You subjected me to this Hell," Paul said. "I no longer remember when or how. Perhaps I have always been manacled to your revolting form, but I would sooner die with some semblance of myself than linger in your frigid heart as nothing more than a shadow."
Odyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared IntelligenceOdyssey II: Chapter 7 - Shared Intelligence3 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
Time And Time AgainHis scream resonated his soul which echoed into oblivion as he swirled amongst gleaming twisted rainbows of pain.Time And Time Again3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Then nothing. Nothing but the darkness and the empty idea of a constant faded scream, imperceptible by the void he now was.
Until, an eternity later, he regained a grain of the sand that was once his consciousness and was able to discern the sound again. Then the grain slowly became a beach as he regained his senses and connected to a watery dimension. The sound no longer a pain bearer but a whirling wave. Around him not darkness but the ocean floor, glittering like diamonds hidden in the shadows. His feet, returned, embraced by living mud.
Sound and sight kept morphing. The wave bigger and closer, the diamond glitter now secondary to moving silhouettes.
His feet, now grounded, seemed like roots, nourishing him to wakefulness, spreading life upwards.
His legs, his torso, his arms came back.
He felt his face again, his identity, as all became clearer. Locked in place, he saw
Lion and the LambThe last thing Paul noticed were two tiny, flightless wings. They didn't replace his hands - instead, they grew out from his his hips, barely an inch long.Lion and the Lamb3 years ago in Writing More Like This
A voice cooed gently to him. A strange undertone of syllables chanted softly around him. He felt distant from the world, trapped within a sea of colors as he floated in space. The syllables were incoherent, and though he tried, words would not form from their mass. Where was he? Thoughts were no longer merging to the surface, and slowly his thoughts were dissipating into wordless syllables as well.
The odd sound chanted through the fog. It was the last decipherable thing he heard before he passed out. He awoke inside of a dimly lit room, tied down to a table. A mirror hung above him, though long cracks ran across it's surface. "T...Tal'shen..." He muttered underneath his breath, slowly to regaining his memory.
"Good, you're awake." Maya's rather displeased voice greeted him. He rolled his head over to catch a glim
FREEDOM BEFORE WHAT?Squinting through his anamorphic view of Maya, Paul tried to connect her weak stance to the hints of silver in her hand . . . but why?—Why would she wait? She had to know Tal'shen had won the day. He had taken a subservient knee before them. A weary reliquary held hostage by an ancient race . . . and due to his failure, these . . . these aquatic beings no longer require water to survive.FREEDOM BEFORE WHAT?3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Maya, please . . . please end—"
What?—what in hell was that? The shrill and foreign sound, a dolphin perhaps but not Paul, snapped his beak to a noisy close. An involuntary reaction hoisted him to his feet. The force had stolen his breath and directly preceded a series of demands from deep within his head; "Kill her! Submit or I WILL deliver you to a place of no return! The time has come to choose, kill Maya now . . . before—!"
Maya had inched forward. And "Paul," she said gently, startling him by her nearness. "What did my sister say to you? Tal'shen fears something, doesn't she? What is it?—Th
Chapter 7 LiliaChapter 7 LiliaChapter 7 Lilia3 years ago in Writing More Like This
I was scared I was super scared but I knew Charlie would protect me. I thought of how my parents were infected I don't know how they got infected but they were defiantly zombies. I was super sad they were infected so I walked in silence. Weird no zombies yet maybe walking slow worked or it was the sun most likely the sun. Last night I heard a bunch of scuffling and yelling upstairs after that I got scared. I found a group of friends well maybe that Alex lady seems not to like me that much. I was scared of Larry he didn't talk much, when he did talk it was really creepy sounding super low and soft, and he always had a grim expression on his face like he even had it before the disease. The nicest one in the group seemed to be Charlie. I just had a thought of how maybe to get to me Charlie had killed my infected family or they just went away during the night and never came back to the super dark room in the basement like place. After I had that thought I got even sadder th
Life's EndLysanna gasped, clutching her stomach, as she fully lost the link to her Progeny. The shards fell from her hands and crashed on the floor, breaking into the finest pieces of glass. A slight draft from the door drifted the tiny crystals around her ankles.Life's End3 years ago in Writing More Like This
It was gone. Dead. Her last chance, forced out by sheer will. Lysanna breathed heavily, struggling to survive, but she knew she only had minutes left. A single tear fell down her nose and into the shining powder at her feet. She stared at it, trying to see herself, wishing for just one more chance. Maya had won.
But perhaps it was all for the best. Lysanna thought of the strained link she had had with the Progeny, after the Proxitol had been forced into its system. It had mutated to become something Lysanna never was. A monster. She had felt a hint of its intentions, but had pushed it away in the hope of another chance. But now she realized; if that organism had survived, it wouldn't have been like Lysanna at all. The mutation caused i
HurtPaul felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He wanted to cough, and found he couldn't breathe.Hurt3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Panicking, his reflexes kicked in and he grabbed at his throat, only to find he had no hands, no throat.
Tal'shen was moving above and below and all around Paul. He didn't recognize what had become of his body: a kaleidoscope of scales and tentacles and no shred of humanity in the coldness of its eyes.
We are, it sang in a voice that sounded like breaking glass. Its tentacles caressed where Paul thought he was. As they stroked him, his vantage point changed, as if he had floated up like a balloon. Paul could now see Tal'shen from above.
Strange, Paul thought. The panic he'd felt earlier was gone, like something he'd flushed away.
Paul saw the bottom part of Tal'shen spread across the floor, slow and thick like cold honey. New tentacles, thin as a spider's web, floated up and out, feeling their way through