The Lone WatcherI watch and watch but I can never change. I watch people die and age but I can't ever change that. I watch as you decay, rot, and die a horrible death. I can cry and cry but I can never make a change. There are tragedies I foresee but I can never speak of. I can tell you of those dying now and breaking but you will never hear me speak. I am forced to watch events happen but I'm never able to tell, never able to look away.The Lone Watcher21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am cursed to see things that will and might not become true. I see fates unravel, destinies change, and empires cripple and crumble. I see this but never tell, never move from where I am. Thousands upon thousands of tragedies I cry over and can never confide in others or those around me. I am forced to sustain this burden and hold my tongue or else the world itself ends and me with it. I do not dream, I do not speak, I do not eat, and I do not breath.
All I can do is watch and watch and watch as you age and deteriorate, fade and die. So many I've seen go young and u
North of the polesNorth of the polesNorth of the poles21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside, the sky dancing, colours shone; collectively projecting themselves to whirl around the icy realms below. North of the poles, Alaska; an isolated expanse of extremes where winter raged fierce in its weathers and sunshine never knew; snow frozen solid as soon as it hit ground; in her underground den a pregnant mother polar bear hibernates safe -her babies content and snuggled inside her, but other animals, with scarcity of food sources, grow hungry and unforgiving; and push native strength to its limit.
Layers of caribou skin line the hard, cold ground inside the Inuit igloo. Eye lash flicker as REM takes hold. The faces of those long past pierce his inner vision; their spirits warn of a coming upheaval.
“We are here, Father” Whispers his dead son.
His wife, Son and Daughter in
Entry 10, Day 10 - Jason Phillips (mini series)Seems like things are just going to get colder before it dares to warm up. There's more snow in this section and we're taking a sled. It reminds me of the kind you see Santa riding but this one has a top to it. Like a sled carriage. The sides have windows like you would find on a tour bus or something like that. These horses look just as strange as the dogs. They have armor also. It seems like a must down here but I don't see many of the 'demons' wearing them. I ask about that and Mistress just shrugs it off with a 'we love our animals' answer. I get that people can love their animals more than people but this is an extreme that I never knew existed. Mistress sits with me since we have a driver.Entry 10, Day 10 - Jason Phillips (mini series)15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Description: Lucasta, female, long white hair, blue eyes, pale skin, wearing white fur cloak, height 5'6~5'8, weight 110~115lbs
She seems nice enough but she's obviously preoccupied with the horses. She hums while she drivers. It's soothing but also pretty unnerving when it comes to the fact th