Brilliance in the CornerStained by genius, she sat alone.Brilliance in the Corner4 days 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 beginning4 days 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
Titanic's Forgotten Sister-Chapter 45Chapter 45~Titanic's Forgotten Sister-Chapter 453 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NO ANSWERS TO STAVE THE CONSTANT 'WHY'...
**Little Hood was an adorable youth. His brother, Nelson, was even sweeter. They watched everything in their wartime world with rapt fascination. Hood's green eyes sparked with delight at the simplest matters. Nelson's eyes, an exact copy of my own amber ones, surveyed everything with a calm interest. He was on the verge of being precious looking, something you wouldn't expect a warship outfitted with heavy artillery like myself to say.
**My heart suffered though from the loss of their siblings Olympic had spoke of. Death will inevitably happen to us all, but when it claims a youth, it is practically unforgivable. I was stricken enough from the loss of Dauntless, and that was many years ago. Now to have lose Rodney and Anson as well... If I didn't keep myself in check, I would find myself traversing down a dark place of grief. A place where I did not want to go....
**When a father loses a child, any child, but especially a son, he l
Secrets of a DreamWhen you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you do?Secrets of a Dream1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
You remember as much as you can.
But how do you remember your dreams when you have them the first time?
You tell someone, you write it down, or even draw things that were easy to recognise.
When you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you say?
I reckon it’s something like “What was that all about?”
Now I will ask you, have you ever understood any dream you’ve had?
Think carefully and maybe you’ll realise something…
I believe the dreams you remember most are the ones that may affect your life.
Ever dreamt of your greatest fear before you realised what your fear was?
Well, that dream may have caused you to be scared.
Falling from a great height, running from something that wanted to hurt you, you get the idea.
Ever dreamt of something you enjoy and realised it has or will affect your life?
Computer chair racing on your school leaver’s day, meeting a famous person where you
Death Diary (Entry 49)Death Diary (Entry 49)5 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
ZL - truce[Alix, Aurelio] PAST, over 9000 years ago (bun you requested this i’m so not sorry)ZL - truce6 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
Apocalypse Artist - A short story (WIP)I didn't know how to feel about the way the war ended. It felt sudden. Surreal. Sure, there were signs this might happen. Our economy failed almost overnight, it seemed. Chaos shortly followed that. When people didn't have the means to get by in our damaged society, violence became the new normal. What really did it were the raids. I never thought they would come to my city. When we saw the bombers overhead...Apocalypse Artist - A short story (WIP)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another stroke of white paint here... to highlight the bombshell...
I scratched my nose, smearing some of the paint on my face, and stepped back to look at my newest painting. The wall of the old warehouse now held a fresh mural depicting the war. Bombshells hovered just above the ground. People were running from the impending blast, though they wouldn't escape. Fear was captured in all of their faces in that terrible moment.
I peered over the three buckets of paint I had used for this mural. There wasn't much left, but I could use them again. I placed the lids back onto th
HarmonyHarmony6 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
Shadow of a memoryShadow of a memory4 days 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 10. The final Update.After leaving the pokemon Center Once more, i headed back to Victory Road to journey through it and make my way to The pokemon League. The first opponent was Ace Trainer Alanza as they sent out a lvl 60 Weavile and i sent out Shinji. The battle was tough as Shinji's best attack against Weavile was Rock smash and it was slowly but surely working at weakening it's Defense but it soon hit Shinji with a strong attack and nearly defeated him but after healing him up, Shinji was able to win. The next trainer was Ace Trainer Bence as i sent out Shinji and they sent out a lvl 56 Steelix. This was a tough battle for Shinji but i needed him to become stronger as i kept him out and he was able to win against Steelix as i called him back and sent out Erza as they sent out a lvl 57 Kangaskhan. Erza was lucky enough to win with her Flamethrower attack by using it a couple times as i called her back and sent out Shinji once more as a lvl 56 Electrode was sent out. With the power of Crunch and stomp,Pokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 10. The final Update.2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Years~And as the Queen came riding up, a one eyed boy made his way over.Years~2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Y e a r s ~
And as the Queen came riding up, her humble servant bowed before her.
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 Positive5 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
DeathDeath3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am your constant follower.
I am the one who cleans up the mess the humans create, making sure all the souls goes to the place they belong.
I am the master of time, I will always now when your time has come.
I might even be your saviour, making sure that you won’t go until the right hour has struck.
I am your fear, the fear of dying, and I am the creator of your agony and doubt about the afterlife.
I am the one you might hate, you hate me because of the life’s I have taken from you.
I am walking beside you when your last days are approaching.
You will only be able to see me when your time has come.
Then you might beg me to spare you, you will tell me all the things you have left to do, all the people you want to love for just a little bit longer.
I will only listen to your words and give you the same answer that I have given to so many humans: “Your time has come, and nothing can change that.”
But until that day, I will be around, wa
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 Page4 days 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
Help Me I'm Dying Here- An English AssignmentRead the description before the story, and please, please try to help meHelp Me I'm Dying Here- An English Assignment1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ibrahim clutches his stomach in an attempt to silence its obnoxious growling, this action proves to be useless and he knows he has to pay a visit to the Grand Bazaar.
Visitors to the city of Constantinople see the Grand Bazaar as a place of beauty. The array of bright colours, the various smells of local cuisine and the mixing of many cultures are all viewed as a marvel, something to commit to memory so it can be shared as a wonderful experience once tourists return home.
Ibrahim’s views on the Grand Bazaar are not nearly as wonderful.
Walking into the Grand Bazaar, he takes note of the fact that yet another body has been added to the collection of corpses swinging on ropes tied to the branches of a large tree just to the side of the entrance to the Bazaar. The bodies are hanging as a warning against rebellion, but they no longer scare anyone, people here have become use to death.
Poverty, hunger and cruelty
Pokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 9.After spending time thinking about who to pair up after the loss of Misaka and Joey in the final battle against Lysandre, Erza the Charmander and Shinji the Whismur were picked and added to the party. The only problem was getting them trained up as Erza was at lvl 10 and Shinji was at lvl 13. I Soon headed off to Route 18 and had my first encounter of a lvl 45 Male Torkoal. He was caught and nicknamed Axel. To do Erza's and Shinji's Training, i had no other choice but to turn on the EXP Share which also meant giving EXP to the whole party and with Blanc in the lead, i began the training. As the training went on, Erza went from lvl 10 to 16 as she learned dragon rage at 16 and then evolved into a Charmeleon but her training wasn't done as she soon went from lvl 16 to 36 to become a Charizard. At lvl 21 she didn't learn scary face, lvl 28 she learned fire fang and forgot smokescreen, At lvl 32 she learned Flame burst and forgot Ember. After evolving, She learned Wing attack and forgot scPokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 9.2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SEGUNDO CAPITULO LA ÚLTIMA FURIASEGUNDO CAPITULO2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zaragoza era una ciudad que encomiaba el nombre de España, pues desde la antigüedad fue palpable el heroísmo con el que fueron defendidas sus murallas. Los franceses no entraron en la ciudad cuando se decidieron a invadir el país. Siempre había sido un baluarte que significaba el valor y la resistencia de las fuerzas españolas.
Su padre destacaba entre los más honorables en el ejército. Él era franquista determinado. Lo había asesinado ETA por ser un defensor genuino de la unidad de España. Ella tenía sólo once años cuando este suceso ocurrió y sus decisiones fueron profundamente transformadas. Fue inteligible su conducta, pues desde esa edad se decidió a omitir seriamente lo que tuviera pinta política o militar.
In the beginning (conclusion)Clot sat and stared at the white wall. It fascinated him to no end. Animals began to gather around him and Sun before the wall as well. The man stood up and placed his hand against the bright wall. “The architect said not to touch it,” Sun said disapprovingly. “Edge of reality...” Clot murmured quietly to himself, lost in thought, “Death...?”In the beginning (conclusion)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of the animals came up and nudged Clot in the back. “What is it, Ox?” the man snapped impatiently, frustrated at being drawn away from his object of curiosity. “Clot,” Sun cooed as she stepped up and put her hands on his shoulders, “if it will get you to stop obsessing over the edge, I will help you open it.” The woman moved and stuck her fingers into the mortar that stuck the white bricks together. Her hands sunk into the wall as if it were made of clay. Temptation wheedled away at the man’s resolve until he joined in and stuck his hands between the
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 Skin4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 8.After going through the Male pokemon i had, Mayuri the Nidorino was chosen as i took him out of the PC and paired him up with Blanc. It was gonna be a long training session but worth it. After leaving the pokemon center and heading up to train, Both Misaka and Joey grew a lvl as Misaka was now lvl 40 and Joey was lvl 39. Going inside the haunted house, i obtained TM06 Toxic and left. Not too far from it i made it to Laverre City where i Obtained TM41 Torment and Gengarnite. Continuing on, i left the city and was soon up against Fairy tale girl Imogen as i sent out Joey and she sent out a lvl 33 Floette. Joey was able to OTK it with Fly as she soon sent out a lvl 35 Slurpuff. Joey was able to win and reached lvl 40 as he forgot Astonish and soon learned Shadow Ball. As i explored, i found TM61 Will-o-wisp and began training once more. Both Touma and Levi reached lvl 40 and i began to train Mayuri up with Blanc helping him. Mayuri's Training went well as he gained lvl after lvl. at lvl 2Pokemon Y Wedlocke! Part 8.2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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 7.4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This