EoA 3- He Can FlyRound 3 VS Goker: He Can Fly!
The two penguins saw that the sun was setting. It would soon become dark, and they need a safe place to sleep. Vogel sighed, stopping Pengu who was walking with him.
Thats it. Vogel took off his pearl necklace and placed it in his back pouch. Everyone keeps on trying to fight us. If we want to get back to Skeir-guys place, we have to look normal, so no one will attack us.
Pengu pengu! Pengu was pointing towards a small building, beckoning Vogel over. Pengu happily waddled inside, with Vogel not that far behind him. They were inside what appeared to be a small kitchen, complete with a stove, microwave, and a table for four made out of smooth mahogany. Pengu was already bounding up the steps upstairs, with Vogel barely being able to keep in step. Pengu came into the bedroom, which had two clear waterbeds without sheets. While the little one carefully poked one while Vogel entered, out of breath.
EoA: R1: An Innocent MistakeEye Of Airsile- Round 1 VS Nofu: An Innocent MistakeEoA: R1: An Innocent Mistake6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Um master? Wasnt this tournament thingy supposedve started already? Im bored a somewhat short boy with blonde hair said. His light brown clothing marked him as warrior, but he carried no weapon, and was currently scratching his head.
The black anthropomorphic panther stopped walking ahead of the boy and turned to face him. His large ornate necklace glittered in the sunlight as well as the bracers on its ankles, tail slowly swaying from side to side. You must learn to have patience; everything has a time and a place. And NOW is not the time to be complaining about not having to fight.
The boy stretched. Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, its almost a shame that were not off fighting monsters or anything I thought I would WELCOME the break The boy felt a light tug on his pants, as if it was caught on something.
Hmm? He turned around and
First Chimerical MachinationWhisper. Rush. Move. Go.First Chimerical Machination7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.
or is it?
Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet cant remember peoples names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I dont even remember having?! Its all too confusing like why do I have these episodes? Why is it that my body tries to kill itself with a sudden blood clot? What am I trying to stop myself from doing?
and why cant I find any answers?
I dimly recall one dream, not too long ago. A long, yellow dragon was slithering atop of a long-forgotten supermarket, and would occasionally try to break into the car I was in. I was in silence fro
The Terrifying GorgerThe Terrifying Gorger8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Gregor Samsa
Name: Gorger (Smith or Ex or whatever slap dash moniker lets him into large cities)
Age: Gregor is thirty, Gorger is technically twenty one years old, having been created fully formed when Gregor was nine.
Height: Gregor is 5'9'', Gorger is 6'2''
Weight: Gregor is a malnourished 110 lbs. Gorger lives up to his namesake, but prefers to gain density as opposed to visible mass. He is 200 pounds.
Background: Gregor had a German father and a Ukrainian mother. Gorger has no blood, and, by proxy, no DNA. Gregor was born in Alaska. Gorger was created in Gregor's head.
Gregor Samsa was an average, All American, Joe Everyman.
His hair was a dull brown bowl cut, flecked with gray. His eye color was the reverse of this. His face was plain and unmarked. He was barely noticeable and instantly forgettable.
Most maniacs are stopped dead early on in their careers because they ring very deep alarm bells in the people they meet. The alarm bells state very clearl
Chimerical Machinations 2Sorting It Out.Chimerical Machinations 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.
I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfathers lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasnt there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, its weird, but I sniffed it