Drow w-unusual jobs TimekeeperThrough dark and winding tunnels, behind secret doors and over dangerous traps there is a gate.
The gate is made of ancient wood. Solid iron hinges secure it to the rock wall. There is a smaller set of doors within this gate, through these smaller doors most beings enter for trade and slavery. Through these doors a fortress of towers and walls creates a corridor one must pass through. Guards stand at every nook ready to challenge any who dare attempt to trick them.
Once one passes the guards and stands on the clearing they are met with a most incredible sight. Beneath a glittering ceiling of red crystal there is a city. This is no ordinary underground city, this is a Drow city. Like a foul claw rising from the earth trying to smash the ceiling there is a castle set in the middle of this city. It is the first thing new visitors gaze upon. It is terrifying, catapults and archer towers jut out at menacing angles from its dark stone walls. It is designed to show the power of the Drow, and
LeatheredTake care of us, we’ll take care of you.Leathered3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You never knew your great-granddaddy, but we did. We watched the sunset from his stirrups as the Panhandle dust turned the sky blood red and the herd moaned its way to sleep. We felt the rain as he went after stragglers, and his pony never once pitched him while we were there.
Your daddy used to shove wadded-up pages from the Avalanche-Journal into our toes so we’d fit, then we’d clop off with him to gun down imaginary Injuns or lasso bobcats disguised as mesquite logs. One day, all too soon, he didn’t need the newspaper anymore. Phantom indians gave way to dance halls and drive-ins. We scuffed a hay-covered floor nervously during that first kiss with your mama. Not so long after, we paced a tiled floor as you gave your first cry.
Your daddy’s gone now. He took care of you best he could. He left us to you. We’ll push the gas on your hybrid car just as steady as we held on to those stirrups.
Best Halloween EverAzil and Deezil loved Halloween, because they could walk the streets without worrying about people screaming and running away. They didnt even need a costume. They just went as they were: a couple of demons with red scaly skin, claws, and horns.Best Halloween Ever6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Plus there was free candy.
Trick or treat! Azil shouted when Mrs.McDuffy opened her door.
Oh my, what a scary devil! she laughed, lowering the candy bowl so Azil could select a treat. He took a Snickers bar, and surprised Mrs.McDuffy by taking a bite of it right there on her porch, right through the wrapping.
Deezil met him at the curb. Whatd you score?
Azil opened his mouth wide and Deezil peered within. Oh, sweet. Snickers. And what did she score?
Gas leak, Azil mumbled around the last of his candy bar. That was good. Your turn.
Deezil looked around, pointed at a
BidingBiding4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The conversation had started in the lab, but while I could work there, I never was at home with my thoughts in that space. I suppose that's how we came to be in the study. I took a scotch, neat. He declined.
"You can't honestly be considering turning me off," he stood across the fireplace hearth from me, fingers dug into the leather back of the chair he'd positioned between us, "you self centered son of a bitch, even you can't kill yourself for your own edification, the paradox would drive you mad."
He had a point, and I think that were I in his shoes, I'd have used almost exactly those words.
"I can't leave you running around loose now can I? At some point someone's going to start asking questions, and if this can of worms gets opened up out of doors..." I trailed off, leaving the thought hanging. He knew where I was heading with it.
"Listen to me," his voice dropped to a whisper, every syllable enunciated with hammer stricken clarity, "you can't kill me. I am you. Killing me would be
Red HerringThe shotgun blast was deafening in the cold, hard foyer of the bank. The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of several small chunks of plaster clattering to the floor.Red Herring2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Alright!” shouted the gunman. “I’m not going to ask you to put your faces to the floor, because it wouldn’t matter if you did!” He pointed to his Nixon mask. “Point Break reference. Classy, right?”
Nobody said anything. They simply watched, perfectly still, as the rest of the robbers filed in. There was a Ronald Reagan, a Jimmy Carter and...another Richard Nixon. Clearly there weren’t all that many Lyndon B. Johnson masks around. Jimmy Carter hurried over to the door of the vault and began unpacking various clamps and drills.
“My card.” The first Nixon handed a business card to the bank teller, lingering over the gesture so that everyone in the room could see the design: a simple red silhouette of a fish on a plain white background.
Future Man"You sure this is a good idea?"Future Man6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Scholz shot Lenning a look, her eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Okay, okay. I'm just asking." Lenning raised his hands in futility. He knew as well how desperate the situation had become.
The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) was in trouble with a capital T. The giant array of antennae was located in Alaska, power supplied by a pair of experimental Navy fusion reactors, and was capable of dumping 4.5 teravolts of electrical energy into the earth's atmosphere. The cover story was simple enough: research of earth's magnetic fields.
The reality was far more complicated: weather control, death rays from the sky. Hurricane Katrina had been the most recent experiment gone wrong; Lenning feared something far, far worse from the current fuckup.
Oh, sure, they'd learned to conjure up lighting strikes at will, wipe out entire Chinese tank divisions with a s
Haldirs choice Part 2Haldir walked, his muscles bulging under the weight of his unfair burden. His long dark auburn hair waved in the cool morning breeze crossing before his dark brown eyes. His thin yet powerful young frame carried him forward as he followed the others as they trekked through the forest.Haldirs choice Part 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Only a few hours' earlier Goblin raiders had attacked the town of Camden. Now a motley band of villagers armed with what weapons they could find marched behind the prefect, head of the town guard, to seek revenge against the Goblins. Because of reasons known only to the prefect Haldir was forced to march at the back doing the most menial, and difficult jobs of the march, watching the horses and carrying the baggage.
The group followed the dirty footprints and damaged underbrush left by the Goblins, the tracks were not hard to follow and went in a winding path deeper into the forest always heading in the same north easterly direction, the Goblins didn't seem to be very clever. But the march was slow going
Snippy Goes for a Swim "You have got to be kidding me."Snippy Goes for a Swim4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Snippy stood with Captain on a dock overlooking a bay filled with sludge gray water. Captain was holding up an inflatable tube that looked a little like a picture of a duck he had seen in a burned out school house. His goggles gleamed in that way they had when Captain was excited. Or losing his mind. Actually, they always seemed to have that gleam.
"If I am to expand my sexy rein to the masses, I must travel in style. And what's more stylish than to be seen riding a dolphin?"
He looked back out over he water, or what should have been water. It was a gray and sad and disgusting as everything else around them. The only difference between that and the ground they walked on was that the water undulated. He shivered to think what might actually be in there.
"Have you taken a good look at that water? The radiati
Weathering WoodsBIG MYSTERY IN SMALL TOWNWeathering Woods10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The town of Weathering has recently witnessed some strange events, beginning with the death of Melissa Carter, a local student of Big Bridge High School, that devastated students and teachers alike. Her body was found in the woods east of town, with multiple bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her throat had been slashed and her blood drained, making concerned parents wonder, is Weathering still a safe place to call home?
Not only that, but cats and dogs seem to be disappearing from households across town. Their corpses have all been found around a week after their disappearance in the same woods in which the police discovered Miss Carter’s body.
“We are still looking into this,” says police chief Allan Sanders. “Our top priority is the safety of our citizens and their children, and we will not stop until the perpetrators—
A hand slashes across the newspaper, crumpling it onto the table. The grease from my pizza seeps into the
Good DogPlop went the folder onto Sam's desk.Good Dog4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sam eyed Bill suspiciously. "What's this?"
"You know that problem you've been having with the dog-brain tanks?"
Dog-brain tanks. The WE1 project, where animal brains were wired into expensive military hardware, the original thought being it'd be cheaper to train a tank to fight than to program an AI with every possible battle scenario. The project had met with only limited success, and was the primary cause of Sam's current alcohol abuse.
"Which problem? There are many."
Bill's chuckle was evil. "I refer to the bug in target acquisition, where your tanks are shooting at rabbits with million-dollar PAVE2 missiles."
"Oh god, you heard about that?"
The last round of field tests had been disastrous: an M1A4 Abrams equipped with the brain and nervous system of 'Goldie', a boisterous Labrador, had gone AWOL during the test. Frisking around the range, digging trenches with i
Haldirs Choice Part 1The great wooden ship slowly sailed out of the morning fog. It's large white sails rippling softly in the morning breeze. A small ray of sunshine broke through the fog to light the deck and the few people out hauling lines, cleaning the deck or preparing breakfast. A woman in thick brown robes sat upon the bow, peering through the thinning fog. In her arms she held a small baby boy, his curious gaze taking in everything about him in silent contemplation. She looked down into her baby's eyes and smiled a motherly smile, her piercing blue eyes immediately drawing the baby's attention. "Haldir my son, welcome to the blessed continent, your new home."Haldirs Choice Part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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Haldir, the young man of fifteen, walked quietly beside the preacher, his hands in his pockets as he slowly shuffled along. His dark blue eyes gazing into nothingness on this dark and dreary day that promised rain, once the fall sun decided to finish rising. The preacher was saying something comforting no doubt. But Haldir was not liste
DispositionI may have a crown,Disposition4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I am not a king.
I may possess exquisiteness,
But I am not beautiful.
I may beam with radiance,
But I am not jovial.
I might be alive,
But I am not living.
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other, you ask? Thatd be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most of the guests simply showed up on the grounds wearing a shirt they felt had the least amount of holes. But regardless of ones social status, all were herded into the main hall for the presentation of the Queen and the Kings daughter, as well as the initiation of the feast.
Now normally those twod simply show up at the Kings s
Come With Me if You Want to Live“Are you Sally Connal?”Come With Me if You Want to Live2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do I know you?”
The musclebound gentleman stared through his sunglasses. “That is improbable.”
“Because you look kind of familiar. Aren’t you the Governor of somewhere?”
“This is not a productive area of discussion. Are you Sally Connal?”
To Sally’s surprise, the man slowly drew a large handgun from his coat pocket. To her even greater surprise, a motorcycle crashed through the café window next to her, knocking him through a similar window on the opposite side of the building. The rider of the motorcycle did a tight lap of the room, brought the vehicle to a dramatic halt and stretched out an arm.
“Come with me if you want to live!”
Sally glanced over at the first guy who had spoken to her. He was already standing, the glass under his feet crunching dramatically, as it would under the feet of an implacable bad guy in an action movie.
Sally set do