When Angels Cry - Prelude"NO!!"When Angels Cry - Prelude5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A horrible scream echoed through a forest. Crows, ravens, sparrows and hawks took flight at the earth shattering sound.
Just then, something sprang from the tree tops, then took flight; it looked like a human, a human with wings, two more followed.
It was Angels.
Her black hair whipped behind her face at the sheer force of the wind, her gray eyes were wet with tears. "How could they do this...? How...?" She whispered to herself between sobs. Just then, she felt her wings fall, unable to fly, she fell. Hard. And ending up hanging by her long white skirt in a tree.
Now she was panting, her eyes were wide with fear, yet were still wet with tears. Two figures approached her, both holding strange blades that glowed with a luminous fiery red, yet with a deep crystal blue inside the flame.
She screamed one last time before being dragged away to her fate.
NumbNumb2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bryon, come. I need you in the chamber with the other council members now. We have things to discuss." The dark haired elf said as he led me down through the hall of the home.
"But dad-" I tried to object. I had told my slightly younger cousin that I would play with him, but then my father had pulled me away.
"No buts. You are my eldest child, and it is past time that you started to learn your responsibilities."
"I told Jon that I would play with him though." I pointed out and looked at my father. His dark brown hair framed his slightly tanned face and a single tattoo of a star that was encircled was on his forehead. It was common for elves to be born with tattoo's somewhere on their face if it's in their heritage.
"You told him that you would, but you never promised him That's a lesson you must learn for when it's your job to take over for me."
"But mother said-"
"Bryon, you are just passed your twelfth name day. It's time for you to start taking responsibility for your heritage
The Ryuugen SlaveThe Ryuugen Slave2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy at the approximate age of ten swore as he clawed at a pair of hands hands that were clasped firmly around his slender neck. "Please!" He begged voice feeble "let go of me!" His voice was pleading; desperate even, for he was short of breath and his vision was growing blurry. He felt tears dripping down his cheeks; his strength lacking with every passing moment. Suddenly though, he fell to the floor air rushing into his lungs as he let out a mighty gasp.
He stared up into his attacker's venomous eyes, his chest heaving and he felt fear course through his veins. He wanted to say something, but he was far too afraid to do so, and besides, whenever he opened is mouth nothing would come out. "What a naughty little boy you are, Xiao Long " the silver-haired child shivered at the sound of the man's sadistic-sounding voice; a voice laced with venom and disdain "You're lucky I didn't decide to punish you any more~ No, you're l
Behind These EyesBehind These Eyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind These Eyes
Hidden Behind These Eyes, Lurking in Their Murky Depths Is Nothing But Hate, Pain and Sadness. I Put On a Façade, So No One Will Know. So No One Will Realize. So No One Will Give Me Their Useless Pity Am I Happy? No. But Do I Care? No Do I Do Anything About It? Sometimes. Do I Need Help? Probably But You See, Telling Would Just Make Me A Burden And That's The Last Thing I Want To Do .
Seven year old Robin wiped at his moistened eyes, trying to keep the tears from rolling down his rosy cheeks. "V-Vater ?" He whispered in his native tongue, staring up at his father with scared brown eyes. "Vater, warum sind Sie starrte mich an wie das?" 'Father, why are you staring at me like that?' Being at the tender age of seven, he found it hard to comprehend certain emotions expressed by "adults," such as the one that was being portrayed on his father's face right now. It was a face of
LycansLycans5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We are slaves...
We have been since the begining of time.
There's no hope...
There's no savior
We only have to rely on ourselves.
I feel Lost...that I didn't see this before.
The Vampires, promised us freedom one day
So we wait...
...And we wait.
Nothing will happen if we keep this up
Can't get anywhere if we don't go anywhere...
So that is why I have decided...to get out.
-THE MIDNIGHT CAFE-That’s what he had said, that’s what Skits had said “Spearmints!” he repeated simply and then made for some sugar packets before laughing hysterically like a lunatic.-THE MIDNIGHT CAFE-11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What are you on about?” I had asked utterly confused, but then again, I always was when it came to Skits. We called him that because he was obviously schizophrenic. We were in London, it was 1984, or at least it was presently. The year was like the weather it constantly shifted and changed. We couldn’t tell because there was seemingly no difference at all in our environment. My wife and I, Ray, at least that’s what I supposed her to be, were sitting with Skits that twi-night along with our friend Gulf as in the Persian. He was a prince from somewhere or so he claimed to be-I couldn’t remember where. Uncertainty was common in an uncommon place such as we were presently but obviously we were not in the present.
“Dear, would you please get control of