[TGB] | Still Frame.[Pink/Orange-Water/Cadia/Pheasant Woods][TGB] | Still Frame.5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I heard about the hawk.” It was the first time Cadia had seen her brother since the days when a darker threat had loomed about the forests, slippery monsters with black scales and bright, beady eyes. So she stood and examined her brother, her gaze scrutinizing as she sized him up, comparing how they each had grown. “Word travels you know, especially when the Silver-Water keeps connections in Earth-Tribe.” Where there should have been an abundance of concern, Cadia seemed rather more curious about the whole affair. She spoke matter-of-factly and there was nothing in her expression to suggest particular upset at what she had learned, though admittedly it had only been whispers with few details, gleaned mostly by eavesdropping. That was, after all, why she’d wanted to talk to Jace. If anyone knew more about what had happened to their sister, it would be
Chapter 2: PAGE 6In his haste to sit down he almost did not notice how far he actually sunk into bed as he sat down. He had never slept on anything better then thin leather blanket spread on top of a stone bed. Even that was already a luxury only bestowed upon those who reached the elite year of the Institute. It almost felt comfortable, though Dailon wondered what kind of filling they used that he would sink in that far. Now was not the time to check it though, so he kept massaging his head as the wooden panel slid upwards.Chapter 2: PAGE 62 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
`Ah so it was a door after all.` Dailon thought to himself, watching the door entrance closely through a tiny slit in his eyelids, that was too small to notice in the dark room. He would never have found out that it was a door that opens upward. Somehow it goes so completely against taught nature, or perhaps even simple instinct, that he would never have figured that out.
“Ah I see you are awake young Dailon.” The man said as he slowly walked into the room. “When
Wrong place at the wrong timeYour a giant that's walking when u see a human cleaning her/his clothes in the river what r u going to do?Wrong place at the wrong time7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The Tragic Death of Ben the SqurrielThe Tragic Death of Ben the SquirrelThe Tragic Death of Ben the Squrriel6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
December 25th 1845-Appleburg Ferdern
Snow covered the cobbled and electrified streets of Appleburg. Wreathes hung outside the doors, carolers danced down the street, and children ran around squealing, laughing, and throwing snowballs at each other. The poor gathered around the Barismas Day Tree in the center of town and collected their gifts which had been raised by the newly opened Bauer’s church and enjoyed the dinner prepared by Pastor Philip Bauer and his congregation. The governor, Robert Phillips, and newly elected Representative Leonidas Cleburne were at the tree handing out presents, while Jessica Phillips and her children helped serve the food. The stone houses were just as merry as people exchanged gifts and drank hot chocolate. The Banks house was in particularly high spirits as the boys opened their presents and shared them with the small family they had taken in for the winter. The small family lived in their basement and used to
Sie werden nicht vertrauen 2 ~ HoffnungslosigkeitAgneta corre por las calles del reino y nadie lo ve raro. Es usual que la guardián tenga tan poco ortodoxos comportamientos, como dejar a alguien hablando por correr tras una pelusa o colgarse de un árbol hacia abajo para que las ideas fluyan [pero lo que acabe fluyendo sea la sangre de su nariz]. Corre hacia el castillo, porque la vida de alguien más depende de ella, y no cualquier vida, una vida preciada depende de la velocidad de sus pies. Como el rayo entra en el salón real, donde su rey, la mago y la caballero disfrutaban de un delicioso té de rosas, unas galletas de vainilla y mermelada de guayaba. El trio de señoritas se giró a ver a la chica que había irrumpido en el lugar, estaban esperando a que llegara porque iban a tener una pequeña reunión para celebrar que se había mejorado por fin, pero ninguna de las tres esperó ver esa expresión en el rostro de la mayor.Sie werden nicht vertrauen 2 ~ Hoffnungslosigkeit7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The New Pet"An Asuryian, you say?" There was other business to attend to, important enough that the prince had taken a very personal interest in the matter, but a full blooded mystic? A rarity by any standards.The New Pet7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, sire. We keep the finest stock for our...worthy patrons." The slaver was a squat little man dressed in fine robes with gold on every finger and in his ears. There was no modesty to the wealth he amassed in his chosen trade. It took a certain kind of unscrupulous individual to run an operation like this.
"Lets see it." Blevin followed after the man. He was aware that the market held a maze of chambers, not all for selling, but each time a new one was revealed he found himself struggling to contain his wonder at the masterful construction. Understandably, it appeared as little more than a neglected store room from outside. Its hay thatched roof shouldn't have been able to withstand a spring breeze. Much of what went on within its walls was, after all, illegal, but too many royal offici
A Family AffairA Family AffairA Family Affair6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
January 2nd 1835-Hotchkiss Manor, Outskirts of Whitfield, Paradise
Gentle chiming filtered through his exhausted brain as a light breeze brush across his beaten and bruised face. There was a sweet, delicate smell in the air like the passing of a cleansing rain. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to fight his comatose brain and wake up. His fingers on his right hand slowly grabbed at a silklike cloth that he faintly realized was covering his entire body and his head was rested against a soft and squishy mound of…something. A frown tumbled across his partially invisible lips as he realized he could only feel three fingers on his left hand. As he slowly regained consciousness, pain crept into his body as his right side burned and screamed in pain.
“David!” someone cried as they grabbed his good hand.
“Geoffrey?” his mind muttered.
He felt his brother stroke his good hand and motherly brush a few strains of hair out of his face. David painfu
The Found Money -TGThe Found Money -TG5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why, hello there. My name is, well, was Josh. I bet your wondering why I am how I am, I mean it's fair. Not many people are like what I am, let me explain. Well, it's a different story, but I'm sure it will be a doozie. Let me start when I made the mistake of picking up money I found.
I was walking home from eating, and to my luck I find a $20 bill! II pick it up, and stuff it in my pocket for later use. Upon getting home, I find a note on my table. "You are a tiny man, but now you will only be one of those!" it read. I disregarded it. I went about my business as usual. However, I noticed a fruit basket that wasn't present at my house before. I had an urge to eat the banana in it, which I did. Then I hear a voice in my head. "Time for the fun to begin!" it read with a laugh. Then with a wave of vertigo it all started, my world turned upside down.
My brown hair turned a yellow blonde and grew great lengths. It grew into the two long ponytails you see on me now. My ears grew and became p
A Saintly BargainA Saintly BargainA Saintly Bargain6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
March 18th 1819-Fields of Del Rey, Gargain
The full moon was at its zenith as dark and grey clouds attempted to cover her face. One by one the stars disappeared until all that remained was an oppressive darkness and the moon desperately trying to illuminate the torn and bloody land of Gargain. It was impossible for the moon’s beams to avoid touching a leftover corpse or a stained patch of ground, a destroyed home, or a silent memorial to a loved one. The once bountiful farms were now abandoned and desolate. The few signs of life came from the slowly reopening churches and only Demons and men of the cloth dared to walk freely at night. As the clouds overtook the moon, thick fog rolled over the land, carrying with it the haunting wails of battle from the Shadow War and the ghastly moans of the recent dying from the ongoing civil war. Sounds of hooves, boots, and the soft clicks of rifles echoed throughout the fog as smells of burnt bacon and coffee floated into th
The Magician Alai: Chapter 1: IntroductionsCard tricks.The Magician Alai: Chapter 1: Introductions4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Roses out of thin air.
A rabbit out of a hat.
Coins behind ears.
The rather daring trick of money out a woman's bodice.
Alai could do it all, with style, ease, "practice" and, of course, magic.
Alai (A-lay) perused the glances and stares of the small audience he was entertaining. He closely scrutinized every one of them as his hands preformed old tricks, new tricks, and a blend of terrifying tricks in between. All of his "routine" was never practiced, and he had never once rehearsed any of his tricks, all of his talent came from watching. All of his performances came from watching new tricks, how the hands moved, where the cards were stored, where the magician didn't want you to watch. He could do it all if he just watched it once. It was the only talent of which he was aware that he was proud of. The ability to replicate anything with his body by just looking at it once.
Of course everyone thought A
War of WorldsSuddenly within the sky of each chosen world, Mobius, Vactonis and Earth, a large screen appears showing an other worldly being. She had light green skin and blue hair pulled in two ponytails held together with three bright purple orbs on each one. Her attire consisted of a full white bodysuit lined with purple glowing lines. She also had an annoyingly squeaky voice.War of Worlds5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hello! My name is Unerva . You have been selected to participate in a tournament that will decide the fate of your world. Refuse and it will result in immediate termination. Your world's life energy will be forfeit to Galleon, the all-powerful galactic conqueror. Isn't that exciting?! You have a week to choose ten of your world's best warriors to compete! Once you've gathered your warriors we will provide you with more information of the tournament . Good luck everyone! See you in a week! Unerva out!”
Chapter 1: Part 1 Seeking Warriors
In the church of the
Eternally Bound - Chapter 4“What are you doing?”Eternally Bound - Chapter 46 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jasmine didn’t even flinch. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence. She just kept reading out of a book she never should’ve even touched.
“Reading your journal, I guess. It’s like reading some sort of romance novel. Or maybe it’s a horror novel. I haven’t figured it out yet.”
I plucked it out of her hands, glancing at the page she was on. She hadn’t even reached my turning. For some reason, I wasn’t even mad. It felt a bit good to be able to share something like that. Only one person had ever heard my story, and the mark on my wrist was a testament to how great that idea had been.
“You’re a bit of a crybaby, you know,” she said, inspecting her nails.
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
“There you go again. There’s so much angst her. It’s suffocating me.”
She made no move to. Instead, she stood up, steppin
The Dark Wanderer ch 3Sojioku, and Gregory rushed Alvin. He swiped his blade in a wide arc, almost spilling Gregory's guts over the ground. Sojioku slid under his legs, and slashed him from behind. He acted as if he didn't feel it, and continued to attack Gregory. Sojioku was right behind him, and jumped onto his head. Alvin grabbed him, and flipped him over. He plunged his sword downwards, but Sojioku rolled out of the way. He removed his blade form the ground, and swung it at Gregory. The blade slashed him clear across the chest. Sojioku stabbed Alvin's ankle, and he fell to the ground. Sojioku slashed him across the chest, and held the blade to his neck. Alvin surrendered, and Sojioku walked over to Gregory, who was hardly able to stand. Gregory held his sword tightly, his knuckles becoming white. His breathing was labored, and his shirt was stained with blood. Sojioku walked over to him, an stared at him. Gregory stared back.The Dark Wanderer ch 37 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you waiting for? Let's fight!"
Sojioku held out his sword, and dropp
The HuntedYou have spread over this land like a disease, devouring everything. You have slaughtered my kindred, my prey, griffin and unicorn and made them myth. I take your cattle for sustenance only, for you have robbed me of the thrill of the hunt. And now you call me monster and point your spears and arrows to the sky a turn your greedy eyes upon my golden nest. I am dragon and I am the hunted now.The Hunted36 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WP: Implemented - A Modest Proposal Writing Prompt: Discuss a grocer's day where "A Modest Proposal" was implemented.WP: Implemented - A Modest Proposal4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cassy sighed as she put down the manuscript. 'An Odd Oversight' it was titled. It told a titillating, yet ultimately ridiculous story. She would need to discuss it with her husband later. To write such ridiculous things when he could be doing the housework, or fixing up the yard.
She wondered when he would come home today. He wasn't much of a catch, that much was obvious. A dreamer he'd been in college. So creative, so wonderful. He had wanted to craft grand masterpieces. Alas here he was, doing shift work at the local Meet-the-Meat. Loading the bloody bodies in the frozen section.
Surely he had thought up the story sometime in the afternoon. Morning was hectic. That's when the mothers arrived. Anytime between 9 to 11. There were always enough volunteers every day. These happy ladies would bring in their burdens and get them exchanged for a starting sum of $800. The most exquisite children howeve
The Red QueenI'm a tyrant of all tyrants. Blades dwell hidden within my chamber. Those dark corners stained with the blood of my unforgiving past, and my carpet stained with the blood of my unpredictable future. I've created my own form of thought, my own way of life.The Red Queen7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I murder in my own design. The beheading of those who defy me, and the ones who know no better. If I was not queen or some other part of me was put before myself. I would surely be sentenced to death.
I'm only a child now, with dreams bigger than me. But the blades are still hidden, the corners are still stained, and the carpet will be to. The innocent still bleed, but the innocent is me.
I'm a tyrant of all tyrants, but only to myself.
Theme of the Week (Tea, 4/21/2014)There once was a small town. With very prosperous and happy inhabitants. All was good in these times, for they worshiped the charitable tea god Ashvinu. The people lived simple lives, working their trade with only their hands and simple tools. They were just fine this way, because they had become complacent with their way of life. One day however, a false god came a long. He made them believe that their humble way of life was not good enough. Suddenly the people become very sad with their way of life. Instead of simply growing things to survive on, they now began to make things of luxury. Filling their houses full of stuff they did not need, and adorning themselves with flashy clothing. They had abandoned all of the tenants of Ashvinu, to live simple and humble lives. The things of luxury is not the path of happiness; instead spending time together and helping each other for the common good was the most important. Now however, the people stayed inside their houses, and isolated themselTheme of the Week (Tea, 4/21/2014)3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fighting Basics 101 - DOTW April MSE “Rajya! Estel! I swear on your mother’s ears if you don’t shut up and pay attention, I WILL RIP YOUR HIDES!”Fighting Basics 101 - DOTW April MSE3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Charaka sat there with an amused expression on her face as Wafai roared at her 7 month old sisters. The tan and grey youngsters stopped their argument about their favorite foods and sat to attention. The large dark brown male, huffed irritably and continued where he left off.
“As I was attempting to say, before you brats interrupted me, was how important it is to start focusing on what style of fighting you want to specialize in. It’s damn important! And yes you DO have to learn to fight Estel!” He barked that last line at the orange-eyed pup who had presumably opened her mouth to complain. Wafai continued, “I’ve already mentioned this to you; however, since I have little faith you’ve man
Vocaloid: Live Out Your Dreams, Track 16Vocaloid: Live Out Your Dreams, Track 164 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Track 16 - Regret Message
Meiko: Well, look at that! Track 16 is up already!
EliseArainai: Yeah, I kinda got excited. Hope you don’t mind!
Kaito: Are you kidding? The readers must be thrilled!
Miku: Think of it as a nice surprise!
EliseArainai: Ha ha, okay.
Kaito: Anyway… Elise-sensei does not own Vocaloid; she just writes stories about us.
Miku/Meiko: Enjoy! ^^
For the first time in a long time, I woke up to complete silence. No shaking my shoulder, no blare of loud music… nothing. Not that I was really complaining, but then I looked at the clock and realized… “Oh crap, it’s 9:30?! I overslept!”
Leaping out of bed, I got dressed as fast as I could, even forgoing my usual make-up. “Len, why didn’t you wake me up?!” I shouted as I headed for the kitchen only to find that Len wasn’t in there. Of course, that jerk probably went ahead of me, I thought as I rummaged
The Sands Turned RedThe desert air seemed to vibrate softly, but no breeze blew. My opponent was half crouched before me, ready to attack or defend at any moment. The sun glinted off the curved knives in either of her hands, and a bead of sweat swelled beneath her shaggy hair and slipped down the side of her brown-skinned face.The Sands Turned Red3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My world flashed, and I immediately stepped back while whipping my spear forward. I felt the wooden staff hit, and from the feel and sound I judged it as her arm. With the spots still fading from my eyes, I could only barely see her other arm coming in for the strike and just managed to dodge to the side. I whipped my spear about and smacked her soundly on the back of the head, forcing her to trip over my outstretched leg. A sting slid across my leg as one of her knives managed to slice in, but it was too late; I shoved my foot onto her back and pressed my spear tip against the base of her skull. As she lay prone before me, she cursed, and I smiled.
"Trying to blind me was clever,
Things Could Be WorseDespite the implied dangers and other feelings of misfortune of his current situation, he didn’t exactly feel much. Numb was probably the closest you could use to describe how he was feeling, yet it did not encompass everything. Yes, he did feel numb, but there was a great surge of emotion that seized up his limbs. It was pervading. No rational thoughts existed and no outward physical activity. It was likely the shock of the whole experience. It was so surprising, so sudden, and entirely difficult to figure out what exactly happened first. But looking back at the whole situation, it could also not be the worst. The world is full of unkind people and such cruelties that are already difficult to fathom, but this instance probably was not the worst. It certainly was bad, but not the worst.Things Could Be Worse5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
And at the moment, the moment of sudden introspection, he inhaled a large lung full of stagnate, stale air and exhaled deeply before realizing the concept of death. His own death, of course. Death