Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: BrethrenMaya wore confusion on her face.Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: Brethren3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul had always been short with words; this time would be no different.
"I know everything now."
Maya watched as he floated upwards through the hole in the ceiling.
There was no time to tell her what he had seen. What it was like to die while psychically connected to another being and how, in that moment, the mind-soul rides that tether like a roller coaster searching for the end of the track. That he rode that tether through the mind of Tal'shen and then into its mother, witnessing their lives, truths and stories.
No time to explain that he knew her race, perhaps better than her. That for millennia these stained glass people worshiped science as humans worshiped gods, and evolved a culture of unraveling the complex mysteries of the mathematical universe. They were a race that evolved exponentially because each was dedicated to self-improvement. He saw that, over time, there was a great shift - physical and mental - and an age came to pass when their mi
London CallingPaul's Journal (February 28)London Calling3 years ago in Writing More Like This
One-hundred and eighty three days from vomit on my pants to the fall of civilization. John Dryden once said, "...mighty things from small beginnings grow." Yeah, no shit.
There were more entities than we thought, hidden in other cities on other continents, and they all rose together in that terrible final struggle to fight us for control. I was wrong to think I was strong enough to stop them. I was so wrong.
At dawn, on the one-hundred eighty-fourth day of the war, all I can see from the roof of the House of Commons is the apocalypse. Across the Thames, the London Eye looms over the riverbank like a broken metal sentinel. There are fires in the gloom below--some lit for warmth, others burning out of control.
I had always wanted to bring Maya up here. Now I just come alone.
Down on the streets, among the remnants of humanity that still drag themselves across the cracked concrete—there are still active entit
Entervista A Chanel Parte 3Y Regresamos Primero Disculpen La Tardansa Pero TOY Angustiada :S Ok Haora Una Preguntas De :inconLulincomet:Entervista A Chanel Parte 33 years ago in Writing More Like This
1-¿Te peleas con tu mamá?
Digamas Ke Si
2-¿Qué harías si tus padres se pelean?
Probable Mente Sol Ingnacio Y Yo Arianos Una Cena Romantica Para Unirlos
3-¿Cómo te caen tus abuelos?
Bien El Abuelo Phineas Es Genial Y Isabella es Amable Los Abuelos Ferb Y Vannessa Son Muy Emocionantes
4-¿Con quién crees que te casarás en el futuro?
No Lo Tal Vez Con German
5-¿sacaste buenas notas?
Que Te Inporta
Ok Es Es Todo Paaaz
End Times Paul lay in bed listening to the radio, still shivering from the battle weeks before.End Times3 years ago in Writing More Like This
He remembered his pursuit of Tal'shen, but on reflection it had been less of a chase and more of an allowance to follow her, perhaps she had known that Paul had the seed to defeat her.
Despite his brave words to Maya, he was not truly purged of the beast. A small sliver of unnatural life lay trapped around his spine. Paul kept it for a reason, knowing the link, no matter how tenuous, would be the key to sooth the abomination.
Tal'shen had waited for him in a side street, one of London's many capillaries that litter her maps.
She could not speak from her curved beak, but Paul heard her many voices in his head, each confused, contradictory, clamouring for attention, but leading him to her nonetheless.
Standing before her, a coruscating mass, tentacles languishing through the air, Paul had known he would be outmatched physically, and prepared himself.
The chosen of Lysanna, bearer of the seed of t
WO applicationName: Andrew McCitricWO application3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Nicknames: Rodent or Mouse
'Human' Appearance: Has grey hair that comes down a little past his ears. Curly. Has yellowish-brown eyes. His skin is dark, because he is Hispanic. Has a tail about 4 ft long with short dark grey hair most of length and then a thick almost black hair on the end. He is small for his age and has sharp abnormally long canine teeth and slight buck teeth. He has small mouse ears, usually hidden under his hair. His fingernails are pointed. He has tufts of dark grey at his elbows and heels. usually doesn't wear shoes. He is incredibly hygienic despite the stereotype that all 'rats' are dirty.
Weight: 83 pounds
Hair: grey, very curly
Eyes:yellow with a tint of brown
Birthmarks/Tattoos/Scars, etc.: none to speak of.
Flaws/Weaknesses/Issues/Problems: has anorexia and is terrified of large open spaces
Monster Traits )
Monster Appearance: A 4ft rat, basically. The brown gone from his eyes, and his pupils disappear.
The Mandala Turns"Are you sure about this?", Maya muttered as they made their way over rooftops on a helicopter Maya was "borrowing."The Mandala Turns3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Yes. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I have to get closer to her." His voice seemed... deeper, and it carried a strange resonance to it that distracted her. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and pointed. "Thar she blows, as the saying goes." Up ahead, illuminated by the city lights, was Tal'shen. Her form was huge and amorphous, a gelatinous mesh of pieces of that seemed to belong to the menagerie of the deep sea. The skin was a murky grey that crackled with bolts of rainbow colored lightning and gigantic tentacles lashed back and forth, either gripping onto or slamming into buildings. People on the streets below were scrambling like ants and fires were alighting in a scene of utter chaos. However, none of this was quite as unsettling to Maya as the serene, content smile on Paul's face. It was definitely not what one would exp
Chapter 8 - Sun In My EyeChapter 8 - Sun in My EyeChapter 8 - Sun In My Eye3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul dressed. "Come on. She is going to the Eye."
There was no fear. No trepidation. Purpose. For the first time since this started he was certain of something. Sunrise was coming; they didn't have much time.
Maya stopped long enough to pick up her knife and move with Paul toward the door. "We have to stop her."
Running down the street, they followed the screams. Talshen moved with a terrible speed. Every tourist she passed, they exploded into agonizing sores. Their very flesh rippled tearing itself from their skeletons, poor sods screaming themselves to death. It was quick, mere seconds.
Then they rose.
Fast, fleshy, dripping black ichor and they attacked anyone foolish enough to be still standing there. Then the crowded boardwalk exploded with movement, people fleeing the horrors.
Maya stopped to cut one down. Paul looked at her and shook his head. He swatted one of the creatures out of his way, his body suddenly capable of fantastic stren
Odyssey 2 chapter 8 - last chapterPaul flew after the monster while Maya was following him. He told her his plan…although she could hardly believe what she heard:Odyssey 2 chapter 8 - last chapter3 years ago in Writing More Like This
''…and that's it…'' Paul said.
''Well what are you waiting for those people need your help…we need your help'' Maya told him to encourage him.
''I'm not sure if it's going to work…''
''It will…I believe in you Paul…we have faith in you''
Paul smiled and flew a little faster. Millions of thoughts were spinning in her head right now she knew that Lysanna was dead and yet she couldn't believe the prophecy was true…Paul was chosen by the elders to save this world…but he couldn't do it in his human state…so when she casted the spell to save him…she actually helped him to be reborn now he wasn't just a human…he was one of them….he told her that he saw the elders and they told him that he had the power to defeat Tal'shen. Maya decided to not get any close, but just to watch she had the feeling that Paul was going to need her moral support and help.Tal'shen was in fr
Return to the EndTal'shen relished the frenzy she had caused and would soon get to enjoy it fully. Now, however, she had to molt. She was still covered in an embryonic sack, and it was vulnerable. She would find a safe place, molt, and then take care of...Return to the End3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Maya," she screeched.
She could have killed Maya immediately, but it wasn't fitting. Maya deserved to suffer, the past memories demanded it. She could feel them, reminding her.
But memories weren't all she felt. She could still feel the man from the train; he was barely alive, which was expected, but she was surprised to continue to feel the yolk Maya called Paul. He should have died and every thread of feeling that went with him should have been severed. If she could still feel him that meant that he survived and would have to be taken care of. But first thing first, she dove into the subway.
"Paul!" Maya was yelling in quick succession, "How do we stop her? Where is she going?"
"Wait," Paul replied while staring into his hands. The shifting colo
Chapter 8: The ReturnPaul and Maya ran out of the room and straight into a burly man.Chapter 8: The Return3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Everything alright?" he said sternly.
"No, get the van and bring it around to the front. Quickly." Maya shouted.
As they reached the front door, Tal'shen disappeared across the roof tops. A number of startled people stood in the street staring at the carnage she left in her wake.
The van screeched to a halt next to them.
"Get in." Maya said.
Paul could sense a light blazing within Maya as she moved, flaring with her emotions. There was no coercion or subordination of consciousness in her. Maya wasn't the symbiote or the host but a fusion of both. The driver, on the other hand, felt dark and cold; he was only human.
"Follow it!" Maya shouted pointing at the debris falling from the roof tops.
"Westminster Bridge, that's where it's going." Paul said as the van pulled away.
"The river?" Maya asked.
"Parliament." Paul replied.
"Does someone want to explain this to me?" The driver said. His tone was surprisi
My Halloween wish chapter twoWell Jack and I worked all day inside his beautiful home while the creaturesof halloween town worked on their tricks and treats outside or In their little homes that they had.My Halloween wish chapter two3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"Jack?" I asked timidly.
"What is it lovelace?" He said with a smile.
"Im still a little nervous, I dont know if I can do this."
Jack looked at me with a soft smile that warmed my heart. He took me by the hands and pulled me close to him.
"lovelace, look at me sweetie." Jack smiled as he lifted my head with his bony hand.
"I will never let anything hurt you ever. Please trust me sweetie." His voice was as soft as a kittens purr.
For some reason or another I actually believed him. As I looked into his eyes I knew that he ment what he said, so I just knew I had to go..I knew I just had to be there with him. Then I remembered her, Sally...She looked so sad when she saw me and Jack holding hands.
"Jack?" I whispered softly.
"yes Lovelace what is it?" Jack cooed to me.
"Why did sally look so sad when we walked by her?
Odyssey II, Chapter 8: A New WorldPaul wanted to leave right away. His newfound vigor urged him to summon all of his strength just to destroy Tal'Shen for infecting him. Maya would not allow it. Instead, she forced him to lie still while his body continued to heal.Odyssey II, Chapter 8: A New World3 years ago in Writing More Like This
"The human body is a complicated machine, it takes time to heal" whispered Maya.
In reality, she wanted to make sure that it was only Paul remaining in the vessel. She had a strange sense that he was not alone. As though there was something other than Tal'Shen inside.
"What happens next?" inquired Paul.
"I don't know. Tal'Shen has grown too large for her existence. She will cease to be soon. It is her own doing, and saves us from a losing battle."
"So, it is over?" Paul had a smile on his face.
"Not exactly" Maya seemed worried. "Tal'Shen was nothing more than a virus that Lysanna implanted in you. She put it there to destroy something else. Something much bigger."
"So she was helping me?"
"No…" Maya felt she should explain more. She owed it
Never Woke UpShe asked no questions, there was no time, “Tell me what to do.”Never Woke Up3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Paul looked at his hands, a gaze of fear and wonder dancing across his face, “It's still in me. I can feel it. It got left behind...”
He clenched his fists, shaking away the sorrow, a new resolve washing over him, “Take me to Tal'shen.”
They ran, coming across the beast, who now looked like a clustered blob of mangled twisting flesh with tentacles stemming out from all sides and a single beak like mouth, gaping wide as it swallowed whole victims in the blood laden streets.
Paul gazed up in shock and disgust at the seeping mound of bloated jiggling flesh and pus that Tal'shen had become, caught in a daze of awe and terror. A sickness filled his throat as he recalled that such a monster came from his body.
“I have to destroy it- all of it,” Paul whispered in a rasp of hate and quivering frustration.
Maya broke the spell that the beast had over him with a touch of her hand on h
However Many There Are [Version 2]Paul levitated through the hole with Maya in his arms, and began floating down the street, looking around at the scene of destruction. Cars were overturned, bodies were sprawled on the asphalt; people ran up and down the street, screaming, and the rain just kept crashing down like a ton of bricks. As they floated, a Harley Davidson swerved to avoid falling debris and crashed into the side of an overturned cruiser, sending it’s rider through the air. The rider landed mere feet from Paul and Maya.However Many There Are [Version 2]3 years ago in Writing More Like This
“You said you know where she was going?” asked Maya as they floated down the foggy street. “That you know how to stop her?”
“Before she shed me like snakeskin, our minds and memories merged and I got a glimpse of her plan,” replied Paul. “I know that members of your race all have a version of Tal’shen inside you; that your only way to breed is to let it free so it can find another host, and that each version also has another inside them. Tal
Odyssey II - Chapter 8: The Oroboros WassailOdyssey II - Chapter 8: The Oroboros Wassail3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Have you ever seen sound?
There's a condition named for it: Synesthesia. The ability to hear and at the same time SEE what is, or might, be there.
Paul was experiencing something similar to that right now. Each word that had poured our of Maya's mouth had rung a bell in his mind. One that pulsed with all the colours of the void, similar to a violently organic oilslick that danced and twitched and wrapped around the edges of his consciousness.
It was how he'd been woven back together, the very sinew of those kaleidoscopic utterances stitched into his body now.
The word was being strangled by those tendrils. Tal'Shen was the final spindle around which all threads of this world would wrap and ultimately be strangled by. The words would cease, the colours would fade and the world would fade to oblivion's silent black. There would be nothing and, in this, all would cease. Paul could feel that null note of oblivion as well. That last grea
Created or Destroyed, It Only Changes FormPaul explained as best he could as they rushed out of the building and jumped into the familiar black van. “Head for the nearest lock. We need to cut her off before she can follow the Thames to the ocean.”Created or Destroyed, It Only Changes Form3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Maya adjusted the careening path of the van, trying not to crane her head to see the wake of destruction and blood that Tal’shen had carved in her hunger. “I shouldn’t be surprised that she is heading for the ocean; the sea of our home planet is in our veins even still, just as the magic it gave us dwindles in our progeny.”
Paul glanced down at his oil-sheen skin. “Let’s give her more ocean than she can handle.”
“I was under the impression that we were avoiding that eventuality, love.” Maya said drily.
“Why did you first leave your ocean planet, Maya?”
“Because it was dying.” Realization flashed across her face. She grinned wolfishly. “We’ll give her an ocean, but it will be a dead o
Odyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The EarthOdyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The Earth3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Odyssey II: Chapter 8: Deeper Into The Earth
With the stockpile of weapons attached to her body, Maya was uncomfortable with how close Paul held her, but she said nothing. Even if she had voiced her thoughts, he would not have heard her. Paul was clearly intent upon something he heard elsewhere.
Maya could hear and see nothing apart from water, wind, and endless miles of sewage tunnels. They were flying super-hero-style through the dark labyrinth, Maya cradled in Paul's arms as the tops of their heads nearly brushed the sewer's ceiling.
Paul had made sense when he pointed out that this whole thing had begun - for him - underground and Lysanna hadn't just been making use of the public transit system out of convenience.
By tunnelling deeper into the earth, Tal'shen could begin generating seismic waves and playing havoc with the city's foundations. The oversized squid-creature could quickly and easily drop the city and flood it. It would be an ideal spawning ground within days and
Odyssey II ChapVIII Submission: Our Last StandAdmist the horror and screams of the entire city, the hulk of colorful yet terrifying mass stood tall in the moonlight. Everyone was aware of the strange alien form that towered above them. In the middle of the chaos and pandemonium, everything stopped. London was silent. No audible sound was made. They felt, rather than heard, the words that the creature sent spewing into their heads.Odyssey II ChapVIII Submission: Our Last Stand3 years ago in Writing More Like This
'Hello. My name is Tal'shen. Do not be afraid. I have come to inhabit your planet in peace. Before we could join you on Earth, my mother told me that something was wrong. Earth is dying. I want to save your planet, but the simple truth is this: YOU are the ones wasting your planet, so it is YOU that must be purged!'
At this remark, the alien form smashed several buildings carelessly as her delicate tentacles spread far along the streets, chopping, slicing, maiming, killing. They smashed down doors, searching every nook and cranny of London for any human that was frantically trying to escape.
The End DaysThe small hairs on the back of Maya's neck and arms stood on end, electrified by the buzz of possibilities emanating from within the room. Paul was a new man. No-longer a meat puppet or a steaming, savaged carcass, he now seemed more than human. What's more, he had told her that he knew how to stop Tal'shen. The suddenness of his knowledge both charged and terrified her. Some subtle transfer of power had occurred between man and man's would-be destroyer, the extent of which was not entirely evident. As Maya watched, Paul lifted further from the ground towards the gaping hole in the ceiling. His face remained stony and focussed as he said:The End Days3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Panicking, Maya ran towards the window and forced it open, climbing out onto the ledge and shimmying over to the fire escape. She scrabbled to reach the roof, where Paul was already waiting for her. Meeting him at the roof's edge, she almost stumbled at the sight of the chaos below.
"Oh God… This can't be London."
It was as if the city had b
Chpt 8 - Reunion...‘’Do it… ’’ He said to her.Chpt 8 - Reunion...3 years ago in Writing More Like This
The words felt distinct, ardently resonating in his mind as they left his lips, as though he hadn’t spoken a word truly of his own in the longest time now. The colours daring faintly beneath his tested flesh felt warm now, calm. No trace of the horror that left them in its wake.
‘’I can’t! I won’t!!! I JUST BROUGHT YOU BACK!!!’’ She yelled…
He wished he had something more to say to her, something more than gratitude and far more than the necessity he must now urge her to unfold for him, for them, for everyone.
‘’There is one chance’’ He told her.
He would have been a
Odyssey II - Chapter 8: A new day"The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it."Odyssey II - Chapter 8: A new day3 years ago in Writing More Like This
- Mary Catherine Bateson –
Grotesque, horrifying monster, yet beautiful under the helicopter lights that made her gelatinous skin glow in the darkness of the humid night, emerged from the ruins of the house. Screams and sounds of police sirens collided and created deafening symphony that resounded in Paul's head.
Maya looked at Paul with surprised expression on her face. She admired the courage of a man that went through so much, the man who was killed by the hand of the monster he was now preparing to face for the second time.
"How do you know where she is going?" Maya finally asked.
"I am not sure," Paul answered. "When Tal'shen finally took over me I was taken somewhere, somewhere where everything was blue, and there something or someone told me everything. "
Paul noticed Maya's confused look. "I am just as puzzled as you," he said.
"So, where is she going?" Maya asked as she stood
RebornTal’shen. Paul could hear it ravaging and decimating the city outside. He was reborn. He had survived. But all he could think about were the two of four he had uttered before. “I know”. He kept repeating this to himself. Battered, defeated, ragged he may have been, but he knew. And that was all that mattered. For a long time, he had felt the consciousness of Tal’shen bear down upon him, to the point that he had forgotten all about himself.Reborn3 years ago in Writing More Like This
Only hovering as an impotent spectre.
But no more. He knew who he was. And the knowledge coursed through his body, lending him strength. He also knew that killing the mutated Tal’shen was beyond him. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t stop him. A fierce grin stretched his face, baring his teeth.
Beside him, Maya suddenly felt a deep terror shake her being, she turned to Paul, and in a moment, she too, knew that Paul was going to stop Tal’shen, and a similar grin tore the glassy contours of her face.