Haunted: An Erol IntrospectiveHaunted: An Erol Introspective12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This face. This face.
Thinking back on it, I cannot help but to laugh at my own pride and my foolish decisions that led me to where I am now.
That face in the mirror. My face? I am not so sure it is my face anymore. The right half, destroyed in the explosion, replaced by some strange mixture of stone and scale. My body changed, mutated, twisted into something unnatural, not entirely human. I can feel the raw, unnatural power coursing through my veins, and in truth, it terrifies me. I am terrified by the power I now show; I am held captive by my own self!
Is that not a foolish and childish notion? Fear of one's own self. I find myself questioning things that, three years ago, I never would have questioned. What drove me to my actions that fateful day? Why did I let my anger get the better of me, sending me hurtling at breakneck speeds towards Jak when I knew there behind him was a substance far more deadly than any lethal poison?
Why did I do that when I knew he would leap ou
Just Another Mission- Chp 26-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission- Chp 2610 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just Another Mission, chapter 25. Keira's POV.
His Deepest Condolences
Doors reeled in halfway, grungy air wafting in the sounds of choking zoomers and idle chatter. The pale, waning blue of the sky just visible around the lumbering racing coliseum.
Just another day at the garage. I knew someone was scheduled for an appointment, but my eyes had glanced off the name.
I know it's bad for business, but I've been ignoring a lot of things like that lately- taking them at the moments value, because I've been feeling so tired. Drained before I even get to work, caught up with all the horrible things that've been going on. They stick with me a little too much. Dax getting… getting so hurt and all, it's really torn us up.
Tess was hysterical for a week. Nothing could calm her down, and she wanted to be with me every second. But…Jak isn't even staying with me most nights, and even when he does, he's always silent. Slipping in and out of every room like a ghost
All About the Arse-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-All About the Arse10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All About the Ass
Far underground, a light flickered off.
The marauding figure, who had switched it on but a second before, noted the dense popping sound with an annoyed expression, and continued walking in darkness. He stopped a moment later, however- ears perking at a heavy thudding, as though the sudden darkness was some cue. A single oval of bright, steady light screeched around the corner, suspended by what he knew innately was several hundred pounds of pure muscle and metal.
The man readied his gun, slinging it into his arms as the Metalhead barreled toward him through the water. The buttery yellow glow of its gem glazed the scratched pipes in a dull halo, and the thing gave a gravelly snarl, lunging at him.
He countered, sloughing it to the side with a practiced heave of his gun. It hit the pipes with a deep, gong-like rattle. It whipped mindlessly and tried once more, the prey's eyes following its sounds through the darkness and all-too ready whe
a city's kiss"you look rough."a city's kiss6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"like sandpaper, baby."
"i'm the pg-version of the rock-bottom girl. got my big-ass cup full of...tea. sitting on the curb with my hand subtly in my pocket...texting. texting my mother. i'm asking her to pick me up. chewing gum like it's tobacco. instead of rotting my teeth, i'm preventing cavities."
"are those the clothes you wore yesterday?"
"absolutely. got lost in the city after..."
"no. are you going to make me talk about it?"
"most certainly. were you hurt?"
"funny question. ask a better one."
"was it a boy?"
"ugh. well, yeah."
"tell me about him."
"well see, i don't really talk to him but that's less out of choice and more out of necessity. and i don't really talk about him but that's more out of choice than necessity, because if that wasn't by choice, it'd be a necessity."
"but you do talk to him?"
"and i will until he tells me he doesn't want me at all."
"but you're subjecting yourself to being used."
"so it really just
Just Another Mission 24.9-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission 24.911 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting- Jak's POV
For the first week, that's all I could think. Thank god he's alive.
His every breath was relief. My comfort. But I'm still waiting. Waiting in a different way.
I know I wasn't… lying, back there. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done. The thought, because it was so real, the pure possibility of him not being there… it's like wavering on an edge.
The drop is so far on one end that, even though you know you're safe on the other side, it still scares you shitless because you can still look down, so far down to a deep gaping something you don't want to name, and it was so close. So much closer than it ever should have been. Too close to say it won't come back.
If Dax had died, I would have followed him. I know that. But now that he's here, and alive and safe and alright, I don't know what to think.
No- I know what to think. I just don't know what to do.
I… I hate him hating me.
That nightmare in the
Tai Lung's ReturnChapter One-Mai SongTai Lung's Return7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mai Song, a snow leopardess, was wandering through the early morning mist in the pink blossomed cherry tree garden, wondering what she was doing there.
She was wearing deep red and gold silks, the finest money could buy. She hadnt worn them in years. Self-consciously she felt the pale whitish crisscrossing scars on her face. She sighed and asked, Where are you Tai? Where did you go?
Suddenly a dark figure approached her. It was a cat, male leopard as he got closer, and then the familiar growl erupted from his throat, low and steady.
It was Tai Lung.
She couldnt breathe, but she found herself running quickly towards him, tripping into his arms. She was always so clumsy.
Tai! Youre back! she said, and he growled. Of course. I said Id be back love, didnt I?
His arms were so strong, his fur so soft, and she felt she could be in them forever. Well, it was so long. Eleven years, I coul