ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Alone on an October NightAlone on an October Night3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alone on an October Night
Once there was a man walking home at night in the country. He was in no hurry; he had lingered at the inn later than he should have, drinking with other local men, and he knew that a tongue-lashing from his wife awaited him. Thus, he walked at a leisurely pace, holding his lantern aloft, admiring how the full October moon alighted the nocturnal scenery. It was so beautiful, he thought, the way the autumn color was visible even in the moonlight.
He had reached the bridge to cross over the creek when a dark shape arose suddenly in front of him. From whence the thing came he'd never be able to say. Nor could he put a name to its shape. It was darkness, darker than the night around him, and its shape flowed as if blown about by an unfelt wind. The light from his lantern utterly failed to illuminate it. For a moment he was so astonished at encountering this thing on the bridge he had crossed a thousand times or more in his life that he was unaware of his own
Edward - Story of Snow Pt 7Edward - Story of Snow Pt 74 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Twenty Five
Everybody around here knew that the strange boy from the house on the hill had not been born but had been made. He had been created up here, by the old inventor, who had died before he got to finish the man he invented.
Edward looked exactly like the kind of charcoal sketch a disturbed child might draw, all in blacks and whites, with the sticklike figure patchily coloured in, and the face very roughly drawn and hatched across with lines. The hair was a big scribbled mess, the eyes were two big round black holes and the hands had been given great claw-like fingers, much too long for the rest of the body. No child would want to see this nightmarish doodle brought to life. And yet here he was.
Moira had always avoided thinking in much detail about how exactly Edward came to be. But it was really shocking to come face to face with this room full of twisted inventions, and with that, that robot thing with the knives and the buckles, that looked so much like E
I'm Not InsaneMom I swear to god I'm not going insaneI'm Not Insane4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But all this pain deep inside,
Has made me forget what the hell is my name
Mom, lots of things are happening more than
What my small brain can contain
It's like a heavy burden in my shoulders
I don't know even if they can sustain
Mom, I Feel like this life isn't my game
I'm suffocating now, but no one
Would like to hear me complain
I guess I'm dying, I'm running out of words
Sorry if I was unable to explain
Mom, I'm not going insane, but I feel like
Poison is running in my vein
Please hold me tight and tell me it won't be the same
I won't wake up every day soaked in shame
But mom I guess this life is a losing game
But I swear to god I'm not going insane
wade liberation warwade liberation war1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Sumerian gods: Major AnunnakiAnu The god of the sky, ruler of heaven, father of the gods, patron of UrukSumerian gods: Major Anunnaki3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Enil The god of the air, son of Anu, patron of Nippur
Ninil The goddess of the air, sister/wife of Enil, patron of Nippur
Enki The god of water, crafts and learning, creator of men, patron of Eridu
Ninhursag The Earth Mother, sister of Anu, wife of Enki
Adad/Ishkur The god of storms, son of Anu
Shala The goddess of grain, wife of Adad
Dumuzi/Tammuz The god of fertility, husband of Inanna, patron of Uruk
Inanna/Ishtar The goddess of war and fertility, daughter of Nannar, patron of Uruk
Nannar The god of the moon, son of Enil, patron of Ur
Ningal The goddess of reeds and the moon, daughter of Enki, wife of Nannar
Nergal The god of war, pestilence and death, son of Enil, patron of Marad
Love Reaps part 7Love Reaps part 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid there all night. Eyes open watching her breath and turn in the night. I wouldn't call her a peaceful sleeper. Well at least she doesn't snore. Though another positive to staying up to monitor her sleeping, is she isn't glaring nor is she talking. No offence to her, but I don't always enjoy peoples company. Unfortunately I actually need her. I exhaled loudly.
I lifted myself gradually off the awkward position that I lied in for six hours. I really hope it was worth it. My back also seemed to be in the shape of a V. I limped over to a clear space and cracked my spine back into place. What's that smell?! I raised up my arms, and blubbered. It's me!
With that I sprinted to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing off my horrid smell, I grabbed a towel wrapping it around me and walked over to the basin. Looking into the mirror I gasped. I had an enormous smudge of mud on my face.
"Scarlet " I muttered, wiping the embarrassing slu
WhyFor what reason do I exist? What's the point of meaningless life? Does anyone care if I die? No....would anyone care if I died? Why do I think this way? Am I broken? Is suicide the answer? Why am I so fucked up? Why do I love? Why do I hate love? Why won't I let anyone get close to me? Why do I keep pushing away? Why doesn't anyone understand me? Am I crazy? Why am I different? Why am I unwanted? Why must I be a mistake? Is there no place where a I belong? Is there nothing I can believe in? Have I lost all hope? Why do I feel such pain? Why do I stand being pushed around? Why can't people see what I see? Why can't they feel what I feel? Why must I be shunned? Is my body just a tool for others entertainment? Am I worthless? Why do I live? Do I want to die, or do I not want to live? What future do I have? What's the point of tomorrow if I live today without meaning? Why do I seek to kill people? Why am I so insignificant? Why do I have these nightmares? Why does the truth hurt more thanWhy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fear of OneselfFear of Oneself3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Fear of Oneself
The door slowly opened as a familiar female figure stood at the entrance, her emerald green eyes locking onto the sleeping form of the Hulk, who continued to rest peacefully in his massive bed. Silently as possible, Shego closed the door to Hulk's room shut as she entered, resuming to walk over to Hulk's bedside as she looked down upon the sleeping form of the Green Goliath. She couldn't help but smile in amusement, for it was rare to see Hulk in such a peaceful state, and despite herself, she thought that he looked cute.
For the strangest reason, Shego couldn't sleep in her own room, because she she felt as if it were uncomfortable to her now. It was for that reason that she kept sneaking into Hulk's room every night, finding herself comforted by his presence, which never ceased to confuse her already conflicted mind and emotions regarding the Gamma Goliath. What was it about him that made her feel this wa
Piscis +++Caracteristicas de Piscis:Piscis +++8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Piscis es el ultimo signo del zodiaco, el doceavo, es de agua al igual que Cáncer y Escorpio. Es maleable, humanitario, sensible, emotivo y lleno de altibajos, profundamente tolerante, permisivo, intuitivo, y sensorial.
Al ser el ultimo eslabón del zodiaco, tiene un compendio de virtudes y defectos de los otros signos, de las características humanas. Es un ser de extrema plasticidad, vulnerable, sugestionable e influenciable.
No pensemos que piscis carece de personalidad dada su adaptabilidad a personas y circunstancias, sino que es la personalidad mas expandida del zodiaco, la que abarco todo el espectro de las emociones. Detestan definirse, tomar partido, pronunciarse. Una de sus mayores características es la de que mantienen una idea el tiempo como para cambiarla por otra diametralmente opuesto sin que haya un proceso mental de transición muy lógico entre ambas. Son pacíficos pero pueden enojarse hasta convertirse en fieras para después calmarse totalmente
City of the DeadThere were no lights in New York at night. Power was at a premium, and the government stopped all support to the region on order of the new President. New York was dangerous at night. She knew that, as she crept from one doorway to the next, heading west through Brooklyn. It was hard to walk the streets at night, even though they were all but deserted. And you had to walk; there was no gas for cars any more.City of the Dead6 years ago in Horror More Like This
No one would make the journey without a good reason. She had one, although she wished she hadn't. Insulin. Type-1 Diabetes is a wicked master, and she was running low on shots.
From dirty doorway to untended alley, she threaded carefully, trying to keep noise to a minimum, checking the streets were clear before crossing. Once or twice she heard male voices in the distance and huddled into the shadow of a shop's awning. You never knew who you were going to meet.
It was three hours walk before she reached Red Hook, and stared across the bay to the military port in Bayonne. A couple o
Wrecked Ch. 1WreckedWrecked Ch. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A female troll stood idly stirring a large pot of jungle stew. Her long ebony braids were gathered in a tight bundle behind her turquoise shoulders. She was completely lost in thought as she watched the two sitting on the beach some distance from her. They looked so peaceful outlined against the setting sun. Her long ears strained to catch their conversation, but other than a random word from him or a squeal of laughter from her, she had no idea what the two talked about.
The larger of the two, and most definitely the male, was a young troll. His teal skin was thick like leather from living a rough life in the wilds of Stranglethorn. His proud mohawk was such a deep red that it looked almost black in the evening's light. A few lose braids fell over his shoulders and down his back, weaved with small bones and feathers. Long white tusks jutted almost a foot from his lips in a sweeping circle,
Forget Me PleaseI want to go somewhere.Forget Me Please4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere where no one
Knows my name.
Knows who I am.
Somewhere where I can disappear,
and not have anyone wonder about me.
To disappear, to me,
is a new chance at life.
New board. Clean slate.
Erase mistakes. Scrub til smooth.
Where I can be myself,
and not have anyone care.
Short love story -RaidenxSnakeWhen I no longer could see the guard I carefully took a few steps out on the connecting bridge. It was all quiet, not even a cypher in sight. Suddenly I heard footsteps, closer and closer, but no one seemed to discover I was there. He must be on the bottom floor.Short love story -RaidenxSnake5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didn't move, what if he heard me? Then I would be in big trouble. I decided to take the risk, and walked a few meters out on the connecting bridge. "Hm..?" I stopped. The guard must have heard me. Shit. Suddenly they were everywhere, I was surrounded by terrorist with big AK's.
I woke up all drenched in sweat. Ever since the mission at the big shell, I had nightmares like this one. "Jack.. are you okay?" Rose put a hand on my chest, but I ignored her. My pregnant girlfriend. I couldn't stand her. The only reason to why I still lived with her was because Solid Snake told me to. The legend. A hero. Somehow he made me feel like it was my duty to stay with my girlfriend and the baby, though I knew my childhood had ruined