Brilliance in the CornerStained by genius, she sat alone.Brilliance in the Corner22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the beginning In the beginning there was nothing, a white page, a blank canvas. The artist sat before the vast emptiness with a lit torch to his left and a clay pot to his right. “Let us create,” he said addressing the pot and torch and rolling up his sleeves. He held up his fingers in a frame as if to imagine how to start.“Aha!” he shouted with a cry of inspiration.In the beginning20 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The creator reached into the pot and withdrew some granular dust. He held it up before himself and blew into it so that it scattered before him, forming all creation in its wake. Worlds and universes burst into being and all that was ever created lay before him as if it were a picture. The creator hand selected a few planets, seemingly at random and lit them up before himself.
He reached down and took a hand full of fire from the torch, yet the torch no less lost its flame. The creator held the flame before his face as he had the grains, but this time inhaled the fi
Death Diary (Entry 49)Death Diary (Entry 49)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Forgive the lateness of this entry. My hands have been full recently, and I am still not done with this business in Ukraine. War has been up to his usual mischief there and his fingerprints are all over the place. I’m always having to clean up that lunatics mess. I will not go into another rant about politics, but do know that I find myself growing ever more disturbed by the backstabbing and hypocritical nature of politicians. But again, I will leave that alone for now. I don’t wish to dwell on it. I only tell you all this so that you know why this entry will be shorter than normal.
Loneliness is a very depressing thing, isn’t it? I’ve been all over the world and seen all different kinds of people, but I don’t truly get to know them. My work is my only companion. I do not make friends with those I meet, but rather carry them onward. It’s a job that I must complete, I know…but it would be nice to have someone to talk to. I supp
HarmonyHarmony2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One of the words I’ve been keeping close to the inside of my forehead, almost between both eyes in fact, but like just above that between mark, so that when I blink I can feel the word there…is the word harmony.
It’s a word that I keep in my mind, in that spot aforementioned, not only for what harmony is all about and means and could mean and feels like and gives to me to keep in a spot that binds me to it, but for the fact that keeping one word in mind manages to make a supreme difference to how I think in everything I do and say.
Harmony is something that is. Like if I don’t think about harmony, or am not aware of harmony, it still is. Harmony was, too. I mean harmony was always there in my life, and still is. Yet I never used to hold it in my mind, or even play with its meaning or value, in my mind. So it was like it wasn’t even there, I could say. But I don’t say that, cause it was, simply cause n
ZL - truce[Alix, Aurelio] PAST, over 9000 years ago (bun you requested this i’m so not sorry)ZL - truce3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey,” Aurelio says softly as he sets a coffee down in front of Alix’s face and sits on the desk. “Thought you could use the pick-me-up.”
The other looks up from the appalling amount of paperwork he’s currently working (drowning) in. “Thank you,” Alix says simply and smiles at him. “It’s not as bad for today; only three o’clock and I’ve gotten through this much red tape. That’s something to be said, right?”
Aurelio nods-shrugs. “It’s still the same amount of paperwork, either way, and most of it would do better in a fire or a shredder. Or eaten. Like this.” He quickly tears out one of the coversheets and stuffs it into his mouth, chewing almost comically while he waits for his saliva to work. “Y’ see what I mean?” He evades all of Alix’s attempts to rescue the p
Words on a Page I was alone on the bus, curled up against the window with my backpack on my knees, and surrounded by people who were too tired to realize I was among them. I didn’t blame them; everyone just wanted to get home. And besides, I got the seat all to myself.Words on a Page22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I always find it ironic that I choose to be near people when I shove them away. I’m most comfortable alone and yet I chose to sit in the most popular seats. Which then became invisible the moment I took one. Everyone passed me by, not even meeting my gaze as they walked on, grinning and shouting half a car length to their friends and holding conversations loud enough I could hear them through my headphones.
Like I said, I was alone. It made me wish I had friends. But even my brother didn’t want to ride the bus with me. If I had been the one to get out of class early, I would have waited for him. The one other person I knew who was heading to the same general area of t
Shadow of a memoryShadow of a memory1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long has the time passed for us. We see our future, a shamble of the illusion we once held. The memory of what could have once been, and now, nothing more than a dream just out of reach. We reach out to the memories of childhood, desperately grasping onto the simpler moments of those times. Oh how we long for those days when the world still held wonder and endless possibilities. But we are grown now, and must move forward. Past the memories and into the shadows of the now. And sometimes I can’t help but wonder; what lies beyond these shadows? Will the light be my salvation, or my own damnation?
Pokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 7.I Began to cross the water with having Haku use surf to get across and the first opponent i took on was swimmer alessandro as i sent out Junpei and he sent out a lvl 29 Qwilfish. Junpei was able to win but took some damage as he soon took on a lvl 27 Binacle. Junpei was able to win that battle but needed to be healed as his HP was in the red so after using a couple super potion's, Junpei was battle ready once more. I went further on as i soon took on backpacker Joren and i sent out Junpei as he sent out a lvl 28 Linoone. This battle was tough as Both Linoone and Jupei wouldn't give a inch but as soon as their HP got down low, Linoone hit Junpei hard with a critical hit headbutt. Noooooooo! Not Junpei! .......why didn't he make the faint sound? YES! Junpei survives with 2 HP! Junpei finishes off Linoon with a critical hit from Gust and won the battle and grew to lvl 33. After making it to a farm and looking around, i was able to obtain TM45 Attract and soon headed off once more as i wasPokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 7.13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Same Hands, Different SkinIt was midday. But he couldn’t tell - the clouds never went away. It was cold as well. Which may not seem unusual for a place with constant grey skies, but it was (in fact) colder than normal. He concluded it was the rain. It wasn’t rain. It was ash. Zuukh had a scare this morning: only a few minor shakes, a pot or a pan every other house. The docks were quiet, too, another sign of the cold. This combination of ash and cold air didn’t sit well with him; it boiled a sort of dread inside. It also gave rise to a counter feeling: the more he looked around, the more he realized just how small this corner of the world he lived in was; beauty. He found himself slowing his pace, stopping almost. He came up to wooden cleat, rested his hand on it. A skua perched on the one next to it shook itself clean of ash, oblivious to its continuous falling. The water below him rested a group of seal; out in the distance, walrus; orca and right whale even further (if the ash let up aSame Hands, Different Skin21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Babylonian Medley #3: Absolutely PositiveYou made the lentil soup yourself. No-one can make it the way that you do. A dash of this and that. Humble ingredients that are spun together to make a meal fit for a noble. At least, you think so. Many nobles have disagreed with you on the matter.Babylonian Medley #3: Absolutely Positive2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perhaps that is why they needed to die.
It isn't that you killed them for lacking in good culinary taste or simply disagreeing with you. But they couldn't appreciate the simple things. They couldn't see the refinement of humility or the grandeur therein. This had many different consequences. One of them was that they were unable to appreciate the best things in life. Another was that you have been been killing them whenever you could get away with it.
That's life, isn't it? And it's also life that you won't be able to kill any more of them. And life that they'll die soon anyway.
It's done. Babylon the great has fallen. Your dreams of empire crushed to dust.
And here you are, all alone, eating lentil soup.
There are books all around you. Surr
Threads of the Heart When a life is born, it starts out with a single spool of thread. That is all they have to spread throughout their lives. To give to others and form relationships. Whether the bonds are strong or weak depends on the amount distributed.Threads of the Heart1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
So as one lives, a person takes that thread and starts connecting it to loved one’s spools. This joining is the beginning of their relationship. The thicker the thread the more significance the other one has. While the thinner, the less hold that person has on their life. Once a thread becomes thin enough, it snaps and shrivels away. Breaking their bond, their ties to each other.
The threads are ever changing. Never constant. Always ready to exchange the threads already given to someone else.
This story is of one such incident, where the shifting of the threads between various others changes the lives of those involved.
A low whimpering noise starts to enter my ran
War.Gathering in platoons may not have been the best strategy, especially since we weren't on the front line, instead we were stationed at the furthest point away from the clusters of war.War.3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And to be in such strong numbers so far from the front line is quite baffeling.
The Ass and the StallionThe Ass said to his Stallion companion, "Noble brother, you and I are equals - we bear a great many similarities." With a swish of his tail and a stamp of his forehoof.The Ass and the Stallion3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then a fish skipped along the surface of the glassy lake and shattered the Ass's illusion.
Variation Force: Revolver Chronicles C25Chapter 25: The Other Side's Initial PartVariation Force: Revolver Chronicles C2519 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Konglian if you want to pronounce it via Mandarin however.
Here I was, having a bit of a meeting with one of THE MOST perverted guys I've seen in my life...
I can tell why Zhuuyoh is easily put to shame very openly by this guy.
Kuuren: *Gloomy expression with a wide thin-wavy mouth* llllll
Ken S.: See? I'm sure you agree with me hundred percent!
Meet, Ken Sugisaki.
One of the biggest preverts we've all have seen in our life.
Thanks to the boundaries his universe can cross, we can safely say he's from the Student Council's Discretion.
GGPO. (Good Game Peace Out)
Minatsu S.: See what we have to go through all the time? =__=;
Kurimu S.: He's a demon! Please exorcise him!
Chizuru A.: Well, perhaps we need to make it a bit slow...
Mafuyu S.: Hmmm, I need to update something on the walkthroughs....
These guys....are all hopeless. Not just Sugisaki, that's for sure.
Minatsu S.: ....WHAT? What the
Mirror World (part 2) They seem to think I'm deaf, the guards. All day, everyday, they stand there talking about nonsense: about how Michael's wife, Lucille, has been chosen as the One Who Rules' new mistress; about my above average physical and mental scores, but absolutely appalling emotional results; and about the birthmark on my foot that somehow has something to do with the sparrow tattoo on my right shoulder-blade. I had gotten the tattoo for my little sister, Becka. She had loved sparrows.Mirror World (part 2)1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the old world I had lived with my father, mother, and Becka in a nice sized one-story house near Norfolk, Virginia. At least, I did live with them... until my mom went psycho and shot my dad and Becka, killing both of them within minutes. The bullet aimed at me, however, decided to miss all of my vital internal organs. So, I was promptly hospitalized and placed in the foster system at nine years old. I'm sixteen now.
They say that curiosity killed the cat. They're right,
ChrysalideOften I had seen her in my dreams. In amorphous forms, in energetic forms. Various disguises, various lifetimes. From that ancient moment of oneness. The primal force before and after the tandava. I'm a creature of the twilight. Channeling positive vibes from the core of darkness. A profound state that has often lead to beautiful moments of oneness, glimpses of non-duality. Yet she had always eluded me. The pristine, symbolic wholeness of male and feminine energies only a distant memory. Yet she was always there inside, a part of core consciousness, the source of all hope and creativity. I have never sought her. As I have experienced the true meaning of the magic inherent in this universe, as I have overcome pent up frustrations of many unfulfilled lifetimes, as I have experienced the inherent futility of 'conventional' enlightenment; so have I also seen the dangers of expectations and attachments. Yet there have been moments upon moments where I got closer to that existence, the feminChrysalide2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Happiness (Yumikuri Oneshot)"What does it mean to be happy?"Happiness (Yumikuri Oneshot)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I roll onto my side to look at my girlfriend, Historia. Her blue eyes are fixated on mine, glazed with tears like ice over a lake, reflecting the light of the lantern beside our bed. A clump of blonde hair hangs just over her nose, and I reach over to push it behind her ear.
"You should know better than me," I reply. "Loners are survivors, not optimists." I flash a sarcastic grin. "Optimists are the first to die."
Historia hums for a second, then says, "Then why isn't Sasha dead?"
"She's not happy," I retort. "She's a liar. Lying about herself, her identity, hiding behind a mask of a person. People like that aren't happy. They're putting up a front. It's just another variant of loneliness."
"She always seemed happy to me," Historia thinks out loud, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
"Things aren't always as they seem."
She turns her head quickly to look at me. "Just like that you're a titan."
I sigh. "Yeah. Just like that."
She reaches for m
Babylonian Medley #4: Land of Ten Thousand FacesYou are a Man Aside. A man aside from the mobs. A man aside from the concerns of the petty. A man aside from disorder, aside from destruction.Babylonian Medley #4: Land of Ten Thousand Faces2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They call you the secret police. You know better, enough to understand how they can be right when they are so wrong.
You police the secrets. The dark corners, where fiends and malevolent stalk. There are demons in the world, you know, but there are men who would put them to shame. You are a man aside from such men.
You are a man aside from men, a man aside from yourself. For there is no Self among the Men Aside.
And when you don the mask of they that you will be, you put away your fears and jealousies to become something else.
They see a man in black and red. They see a man with a gun, with knives, with the claws and codes and authority to condemn them to darkness forever. They see your mask, and think you a faceless enforcer of the authority that dare not speak its name.
They see you, and they do not understand that you are a Man Aside from all
AshenThe haze rolled in like an exhuming assemblage of spirits from the earth below. Ghosts from tragedies passed, omens of suffering to come and a growing shroud of filth at my feet. My winded breaths kick up the smog and I see your face while the malevolence in your eyes pulls me to my knees. As I cower to your apparition, you upsurge as though my weakness gives you strength. Voiceless, I choke. You caress my face and I breathe in the sickness emanating from your touch and my flesh burns. Every tear forced from my eyes lifts in to your core and brings you life. As a succubus feeds from life essence, your entire being feeds from all that I could ever offer. I watch your haze cradle my skin until it burns to ash and in my desperation to cry out I witness your translucence gain substance; no longer are you my haunting. You have suckled from every element of my soul and now I have become as hollow as you began. My last breath escapes my lips while you sneer, consuming its life and I am nothinAshen2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This