ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale4 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
The Library PlotMy master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies.The Library Plot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of my time these days, plotting his downfall.
Oh, it's not like my master has ever treated me unkindly. Quite the opposite: he took me into his home when I was alone, a poor sad victim of the streets. He keeps me fed, offers me a place to sleep, has nothing but kind words to say to me. He gives me free reign of his household and lets me come and go as
Two Women, One HulkTwo Women, One Hulk4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
Two Women, One Hulk
The Realm of Asgard
Thor was now leaving Asgard after visiting his father Odin, who wished to speak with him regarding the mortals that helped saved the nine realms from destruction at the hands of Loki. The conversation between Odin and Thor, like most of their discussions, was very brief and left the Thunder God wondering, for it seemed like Odin knew something that nobody else did and was intentionally hiding it. Thor could only begin to guess what his father was hiding, but whatever it was, it was something that was not meant to be revealed to anyone at this particular point of time.
He could only hope that whenever this secret was, it would be revealed to him and his fellow Avengers before it is too late. Thor continued to walk through the halls, his mind deep in thought regarding his conversation with Odin, and thus did not seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. It was only when this particular person announced her presen
Facebookers..The Kind of 'Facebookers' I HateFacebookers..4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We probably all have people on our Facebook friends list that annoy the crap out of us. These are a few kinds of 'Facebookers' that annoy me. Also, these are not listed in any specific order.
1.) People who update their status every 5 minutes.
Yes, I know that it's nice to take a shower, put on make-up, and then go out for a day with your best friends. That being said, it doesn't mean you have to make 50 posts a day about little things that you do. The best way to deal with these frequent updaters is to simply click the button that says "Hide all." This means that no matter how many different statuses they make, they will no longer appear on your newsfeed.
2.) Beliebers who post things about how they are in love with Justin Bieber.
It's wonderful that you are in love. Who are you in love with? Oh, Justin Bieber? You don't even know him in person. He has no clue that you exist. If you want
Lamont Tells a Bed Time StoryLamont Tells a Bed Time Story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hanna Cross 11:02 pm
READ ME A BED TIME STORY UNCLE MONTYYY * LUL*
Lamont Toucey 11:03 pm
B3 OKAY! Once'a'pawn'a'tiiiiiiiime there was a BEEEEEEEEEAUTIFUL princess named CONRAD
Hanna Cross 11:04 pm
*bounces* EEEEEE~~ 8D
Lamont Toucey 11:04 pm
But then he/she/it got kidnapped by a peasent named WORTH
Hanna Cross 11:05 pm
Lamont Toucey 11:06 pm
So Worth wrapped him in a ribbon and called upon THE GREAT KNIGHT LAMONT to mail this royal package to a faaaaaaaaaraway king named....HAWT ZOMBIE.
Hanna Cross 11:06 pm
OH MY WHAT THEN!? WHAT HAPPENS TO PRINCESS CONRAD?! *WIBBLE*
Lamont Toucey 11:09 pm
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL, Princess Conrad was so disdraught by all the happenings that WERE SO UNSANITARY. So when THE GREAT KNIGHT brought the princess to the castle of HAWTNESS the two were great
RyRy: It's the JobRyRy: It's the Job5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Does that hurt?"
"That's not a real answer, Ryan."
"I can handle it."
"That's what you say now," Rylie said. She examined the gash near Ryan's right elbow. "If this swells up, tell me immediately. That could mean there's an internal infection."
Ryan grunted. Rylie held his hand up to wrap a fresh bandage on top and pressed her hands against his arm to smoothen the creases. Ryan turned to look at her, but she appeared to not notice. The small blonde put back her equipments back with an air of a well-practiced healer.
She closed her case shut and spoke to Ryan, "Well, you seem fine. Just tell me if you notice any changes."
"You'll be sure to see them first." He replied teasingly. Rylie gave a brief smile before she headed towards the living room.
"Hey." Ryan voiced out. Rylie ignored him and walked on. When she reached the front door of his apartment, Ryan spoke again, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Rylie replied, determined.
Her eyes flashed. "You should be the one to know th
SeerSlip the breadSeer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unto my tongue
and I will sing the future,
waning like a brace of geese
and lighting the autumn sky.
The threads of many fingers
for our sons,
their reeds taking flight,
the grey pierce of canyon
like a steeple
through my palm
and the deft swaddle of iron
a cumbersome gift
And I shall bake angels
and seek wisdom
in the tragic discourse of worms,
settling itself into the landscape.
Striving Against DefeatStriving Against Defeat5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Striving Against Defeat
Series: A Feeling of Something
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Pairing: Mage F!Hawke/Fenris
Genre: Drama, Character Study
Length: ~ 2,000
Disclaimer: Much as I love these characters, I do not own them. They belong to all the geniuses over at Bioware, may they always continue to make games that touch my heart.
Summary: The city is falling apart around her, and Hawke only has once chance to make the destruction less than it could be.
A/N: This takes place during the end of Demands of the Qun.
Striving Against Defeat
Snarling in frustration, her fingertips crackle with power as she unleashes a blast of icy fury against the Arishok's troops. These deaths are useless, as useless as the countless battles occurring in the city at this moment, the thousands of innocents who are being needlessly slaughtered all in the name of some mysterious Qun
For You, DearDon't listen to what they say, you'reFor You, Dear5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Perfect the way you are, Don't let
Them get to you, you have a
Never hide yourself away because
The world is ignorant.
Between every shadow here,
There are always
Don't hide your heart, Be who you are
I'd take the world, for you, dear, and change
Those faces that turn away.
Have no fear
Love is here
And for you, dear
I'll help you through it
I am ElementalI am Elemental6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am fire, power unbound.
I am water, source unfound.
I am earth, strength unmeasurable.
I am air, freedom unobtainable.
I am light, full of life,
i am dark, filled with strife.
i am elemental, simple and pure.
I am elemental, always here.
I am the essence of all that is true,
Everything i am, all of what i do.
I am the fire which cooks your meat.
I am the water that cools your feet.
I am the earth upon which you walk.
I am the air with which you talk.
I am the light, bright with cheer,
i am the dark, your deepest fear.
I. Am. Elemental.
10 Ways Challenge: Action10 Ways Challenge: Action5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Zack/Ava fic.
Note: Ava is in the squad, and they are currently on a mission.
"Zack, we've been spotted," said Ryan, as he jumped off the opening of their make-shift hide out. The agents were trying to set up a base to have a look-out for their archenemy's new location. They needed a safe shelter so that Ava and Rylie can stay guard from afar as the rest sneak in. It was a rare occurrence that all six agents are on the field during a mission like so. Usually, Ava would supervise from their headquarters while Rylie would stay close to a medical center in case of danger but the squad decided on a different strategy this time.
"Their activity frequency has been on the rise since we stopped here," Ryan continued. He had been observing the behavior through the high-resolution infrared lenses. Zack motioned for everyone else to stop whatever they're doing.
"Time for relocation, agents," He quickly flipped open a holographic map of the area and to look for possible places.
It's Because You Love Me"If anyone tries to harm you in any way, don't be afraid to shoot, alright?"It's Because You Love Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words rang out clear and sharp in Alfred's head as he stood his ground in front of Arthur and his British army. The memory was from so long ago, he could hardly believe he still remembered it. What could provoke such a small memory from the very depths of his thoughts? No, the question Alfred should be asking himself is, 'Why did I let myself get involved in this so that memory could come back to me?'. The answer was rushing at him from across the muddy field.
Rain poured down on every single one of the men on the grounds as they glared at each other in upmost hatred. The American army had their eyes filled with loathing and an untrusting glare. The British army was feeling stubborn and disgusted. Both felt betrayed. But the only thing that mattered right now was that the leader of the British army was running at the leader of the American army, musket in hand and a fierce attempt at wanting t
Attention WhoreThey say she's the prettiest girl they've ever seenAttention Whore6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that's only because she purses her lips and sticks out her chest
and sits on their laps and whispers sweet nothings in their ears
They say she's the friendliest girl they've ever known
but that's only because she touches their faces and squeezes their arms
because she knows that's what all the boys love
They say she's just the cutest girl they've ever seen
but that's only because she opens up her eyes with childlike stupidity
and smiles with saccharine sweetness and begs you to help her
because she doesn't know any better
They say she's the most ambitious girl they've ever known
and that she'll do anything to get her name in lights
but that's only because attention is the most addictive drug
and she's jonesing for a fix
Twenty years from today they'll see her and say
What happened to that darling girl we knew?
Because by then all she'll be is a pale, used up shell of an
RaptureRapture5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He managed to barley making it to the surface, as he was seconds away from drowning but he did. He had coughed, clearing his throat of the salt water while keeping buoyancy by treading the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. He had water in his ears which made it hard to hear but his eyes could see everything going on around him. There were flames in the distance, caused by the plane that crashed into the ocean; that he was a passenger of. He didn't know how the accident happened. Before the plane went down he was reading a birthday card from his parents. The next minuet there was turbulence that shook the plane so hard he had to dig his fingers into the arms of his chair to remain safely in his seat; even with his seat-belt on. When the plane hit the ocean, he was sent flying out of his seat, ripping out of his seat-belt but he landed on a few people to break his fall.
Soon the plane started to sink and water began to s
ReaperReaper5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love you." The words escaped my mouth before I could hush them. His lips curled upwards in a cruel but beautiful parody of a smile that sends my whole body quivering with anticipation.
Precision is his tool, and everything he does, he does with calculated, measured intention.
"Again," he said. A command, simple seeming, but it bears more weight than any command he'd given yet, even the one separating me from Life.
I try to push the words off my tongue, but they seem to be stuck now, blocked by the shock of my initial outburst. Sensing my hesitation, he seized hold of my head and grasped it tightly, forcing me to look at him. I tried to break free, startled as I was by the suddenness of his actions, but his strength overcame my frail attempts.
"Be still!" He ordered me firmly. I had no choice but to listen. I could no more defy him here in his own realm than I could in life. "Now," he said coolly in my ear, "You already belong to me. What have you to fear in saying that phrase again?
Grave OccupationGrave Occupation5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was such a quiet night, peaceful even. Cathal was enjoying that cool air hit his dirty face, though the sweat drenching his body was immediately growing cold once he was half way through the job. Cold nights gave him the excuse to always wear his favourite and only coat. It hung along on autumn tree that stood over the back of the grave he worked away on.
The jacket was black, long and old with leather straps that accompanied the sleeves. The front to close the coat up was double buttoned at each clip point with faded silver caps. He didn't wear it enough considering the heat he'd endure when working in his graveyard.
His graveyard, no one else's to dawdle in. Everyone knew their place when the thought of wondering on Cathal's patch came about. He didn't mind swapping information with desperate civilians who needed a grave for a departed relative or friend. He found their exaggerated stories fascinating, if not hilarious. As long as they had money to give him, he enjoyed the work an
This Scrambled Rubik's Cube It was bitter and eternal in her hand, the decadent steel almost clinging to her skin, the power held within each tipped cylinder a frightening ecstasy. The fundamental nature of news and fiction there was undoubtedly fame looming on the horizon. With a stationed face she brought herself back down to the tarmaced rain, objective and disposed.This Scrambled Rubik's Cube5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind was a howl and played havoc with her hair, the tight jeans and shirt no better protection from it. A paper crane tumbled delicately from the scrambled rubik's cube into a puddle where it died. The building in front was a myriad of colours with the bleakest of doors, even for the fire escape, which she so flippantly entered.
The alarm leered out at her but she paid it no attention, she wasn't even sure if there was a noise at all. The doors began to open around her as she continued walking t
Anti-Twilight EssayI think now is a good time to discuss one of the newest "threats" to society: Twilight. "A love story with a bite".... Or is it? On the surface, Twilight may seem "perfect" but it hides about a thousand flaws. Let's start with the first chapter of the horror: Twilight itself.Anti-Twilight Essay5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die- But dying with someone I love sounds like a good way to go." - Bella, Twilight preface
What a way to start a book, eh? "Oh, hey... You're gonna die! Have a nice day!" I mean, sure, some books start like this but at least they don't make it ROMANTIC.
Now.... Skip ahead, skip ahead. Blah blah blah... Ok, now Bella's at school... Eww.... She's even making the teacher blush. *shudder* How many boys have fallen for her already? One, two... nine.. ten.. And don't even get me started on Edward... *shifty eyes* And Bella says she's "treading water"... *shudder* Of course you'd say that with all these men wrapped around your little finger. "I had no practice deal
Day Ninei. She's on the floor, looking up at me, telling me it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. And I'm kneeling next to her. She's holding my hand too hard and I feel my bones creaking in her grasp, but maybe I'm gripping back just as hard. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know how to fix her or even what I'm supposed to fix, but her eyes God, her eyes are breaking my heart. They're filled with pain, with fearshe's so scared and I'm begging her to look at me, look at me, look at me. Just look at me. Everything's going to be all right. I promise. I'm helpless. I can't save her, and I hate it.Day Nine5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
An ambulance arrives and there's a minor surgery, and everything is all right.
But the look in her eyes stays with me.
She's in the desert in sandy fatigues and there is a gun in her handsmy pretty soldier. She is on patrol. Something explodes and the scene dissolves into a chaos of dust and rubble and screaming and gunfire.
NovemberAutumnNovember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...