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
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
Alone on an October NightAlone on an October Night4 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
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
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,
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years 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
SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch2SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch24 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Year! An entire year of collecting souls wasted! All that work for nothing because of a damn CAT. So much work, so many fights, all in vain! Could this get any less cool?
Soul drove is motorcycle recklessly through the lamp-lit city, taking out his frustration on the cobble-stone streets. Maka held on tight behind him. Although she was silent he could feel the rage pulsing through her body and head that were buried determinedly in his back.
They had been throwing themselves hard into their work over the last few months, going on a mission almost every day over their summer. Soul was exhausted but he understood why Maka was so driven. Her parents had been fighting for months and a few weeks ago Maka's mother had finally gotten fed up and demanded a divorce. Maka said she was glad that her mother was finally taking steps for her own happiness. She once told Soul she thought that maybe it was because she was living with him now that Kami didn't feel as much like she had to keep the
Heavy Rain: Madison's RapePaco walked ahead into his private room, his semi-drunken grin still hanging across the side of his face; for a heavyset man, he certainly could put some pep in his step. The real motivation, Madison thought, was obvious.Heavy Rain: Madison's Rape5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madison Paige was a woman on a mission. Reluctantly, that night at the Blue Lagoon, Paco's little dance joint, that meant she had to be sexy. She was woman in her mid-twenties, with a bob-cut of brunette hair, frizzed in a sexy fashion; her red blouse showed a nice little triangle of cleavage, and her black skirt had been torn at mid-thigh meticulously, to show a little more leg for Paco(a little more leg, and a little more cleavage than Madison had ever felt comfortable showing).
The Origami Killer? Madison tested the thought carefully against the facts, against her intuition, unzipping her bag to check the contents; Paco was ruffling around in his room a few feet ahead, out of sight. Paco Mendez is not the killer; but he owns the Marble Street apartment, w
The KnowingThe KnowingThe Knowing14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by jsenn (Joy Senn)
not quite the same
not quite the same as before
before the papered golden ring
before the child from swaddling grew
before the hand of unheard aches
touched us here and here and here
we never knew
I swear to you, we never knew
(we live forever. don't we? nope.)
(does it get better? yup.)
falling leaves . spring renews . summer's sweat
I do digress
now is more
more than before
now we know the knowing
and the power in the word
knowing some mountains won't be climbed
knowing some oceans won't be crossed
knowing the awful wait does end
that patience is not the heavy load
knowing even this
...the rose's scent before the sniff
and this...oh, this, of greater import now
knowing the slightest grin
the unseen move
the imperceptible glint of eye
the elegant, the elegant
there you have it, boiled down
hopes and dreams, love and life
contained by the beginning
smooth assurance, abiding time
Addicting TortureClosing my eyes I see youAddicting Torture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the distance...
I reach out to touch you,
But it's not real and the fragments disperse.
I open my eyes
And a tear rolls down my cheek.
Why do your memories always lead to a cry?
I just stay stuck in the shadows of you.
Trying to climb out of this dark corner
I try to push away the thought of "us".
Try to convince myself that you don't care
And that you will always be my loving torture.
The spears of your words
Pierce right through my heart.
An immense pain that I must suffer
In order to realize we've ripped apart.
Hours of silence don't comfort me,
They mock me because I'm all alone.
You bruised and scarred me,
Scraped through my skin to the bone.
I'm completely broken because of you
But I put on a smile to disguise such horror.
I've lost my sanity
Because deep down I believe you're my lover.
How different things now seem...
Cracks in every glass.
Sometimes I wish you'd love me...
So that I wouldn't die so fast.