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
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 Plot4 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
How To Raise Your DragonHow to Raise Your DragonHow To Raise Your Dragon5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
First off, make sure you have
Plenty of homes.
An infant dragon can incinerate most building materials
With a well-placed sneeze.
Also remember to keep them well-fed.
It seems like common sense, but the last thing you want
Is your child becoming mealtime during playtime.
DO NOT WAKE THEM BARE-HANDED.
Rather, use a really long stick
And make sure you have the stamina to run
Until the grogginess passes and they realize it's just you.
As they get older, they'll begin to hunt for themselves.
Make sure to teach the difference between
Minstrel (a delightful snack) and menstrual (a mistake they will only make once),
And be sure to remind them that knights spark something awful
When heated in the microwave.
On the occasion, they may offer to give you a ride in the clouds on their back.
You must decline the first time.
Otherwise they'll see you as easy and agreeable and they'll take advantage of you.
Lastly, we have dragon mating.
Your dragon is going to find a mate;
One is the Happiest NumberSince the dawn of time, humans have fucked. In beds, in showers, in nightclubs and elevators and ferris wheel cars the location doesn't matter, it seems, nor do the ages, genders, or even the number of people involved in the carnal act. Whether it's for procreation or pleasure, humans have sex; it's just what they do. Or at least, it's what the majority of humans do. But for every ninety-nine sexual people, be they straight or gay or something in between, there is one person who simply has no sexual desire whatsoever. This is what the poor young man who followed me into a Michael's craft store because he "thinks I have a fine ass" didn't understand. While his pathetic pick-up attempts would fail to win my heart anyway (honestly, did he think I would date a complete stranger just because he interrupted my critical analysis of scrap-booking stickers to compliment my butt?), his efforts were doomed from the start for one reason: I am asexual. All the clever pick-up lines inOne is the Happiest Number5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Salvation || Kaneki Ken x ReaderSalvation || Kaneki Ken x Reader11 months ago in Drama More Like This
Major spoilers ahead! You've been warned//
The lonely world never cares,
It never sees through the dark.
Divided from happiness,
Sealed a smile so away from home.
A soft veil was gently embracing the 19 year old.
It was warm.
It was so comfortable.
Like the hug from a mother.
His eyes were closed as he let himself relax in the unknown material underneath him, gave a soft sigh in content as he snuggled closer to the softness.
It was so... peaceful. Something that he hadn't felt in a long while.
Wait, hadn't he just fought Arima and meet his former self?
He was dead.
He- he died, right?
His body stiffed at the thought. Kaneki remembered the literally piercing pain that shot through his skull and buried his face in the, what it seemed to be, pillow. And a comfy one as well.
His body felt healthy. No pain was aching though his body as he shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position.
He heard how the door of the room gentle opened and closed again and steps came
An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.An Apple for the Teacher4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.
"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.
"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they gave their teacher an apple, and I think it would be a nice thing to do."
"Alright," I said, "we will get some apples. Any kind of apple in particular?"
He thought about it. "A big red one."
The next morning he marched off to school with his big proud apple held delicat
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 13Morndas 7 Rain's Hand 4E 204 9:00 AMFor the Future of Skyrim - Part 133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was reviewing the reports from around Skyrim that Nazir had gathered from his contacts. Mostly I was focusing on how the Civil War was progressing. Falkreath had finally fallen in late autumn of last year. Fort Neugrad should have been an easy victory, especially after the grueling campaign against Whiterun the year before.
However, thanks to the whispers I had placed in the right ears, some folk were uneasy about the supposed Dragonborn assisting Ulfric's rebellion. She had arrived late in the siege against Balgruuf and had provided invaluable morale to the troops in helping defeat him, but since then the pretender had been hiding in Windhelm instead of leading the charge on the field.
There was only one reason for that: she could not produce a thu'um, a dragon shout. I had frequently used my shouts wherever I went when I was the Dragonborn. Many people did not know me by name or face because of the obscuring dragon scale helm I used to wear, but
Chapter 15 - Do They Know?Wednesday, September 20th, 2011Chapter 15 - Do They Know?3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Moon Phase – Last Quarter
Pulling himself onto his paws using the carpet, and then his bedframe, Alex had to smile through his muzzle. He had achieved what he had set out to do; adrenaline had likely done the trick. His muscles weren’t as sore nor his skin as tingly as they were after his first shift, but his bones still were aching like crazy. His muzzle and hips the most.
Taking a sniff of the air around him, he could catch some of Bailey’ scent from the AC coming under the door. Dropping back to his paws, hoping that would help his pet remain calm, he made his way over to let him in. His dog wasn’t outside the door but a second sniff near the carpet let him pick up his scent again, leading him towards the living room.
Instead of cowering near the couch like before, Bailey had taken a seat on it, making him almost level with his were form. Hoping to try and get him to come, Alex then noticed the line of clothing he ha
Wolf Legend - Part V5. Battle PlanWolf Legend - Part V7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew woke up the next morning, feeling new circles underneath his eyes. He had been up all night thinking about what he saw, and the same thoughts once again flooded his mind as he lifted his head off his pillow. Rabeka is in trouble, he thought. I'm the only one who can do something about it. I'm the only one who can truly help her.
The more he thought about it, the more didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't get the voice of the man behind the doorthe twisted grindy tone of his voiceand the things he said to her out of his mind.
Money by Friday. What did he mean? What happens to her Friday if she doesn't have the money? That was two days away. Andrew felt he had some sort of responsibility for her life. I can't let this slide. Of course, this meant, if he were to intervene, she might see him for what he really was. Or if I am careful, she won't.
Andrew focused more on his exercises this morning. He wasn't sure
Waiting for the Dawn :: StonyWaiting for the DawnWaiting for the Dawn :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The smell of burning something greeted Steve when he woke up. That would have normally been more alarming but after a couple seconds of waking up fully, Steve realized that Tony wasn't in bed with him. In and of itself, that wasn't unusual. But it did explain why he was smelling something burning.
Rolling out of bed, Steve stretched before making his way out of his and Tony's room and down the hall to the kitchen. The smell of burning food got stronger the closer he got. And the smell was accompanied by a lot of smoke.
"Tony?" Steve asked when he entered the kitchen.
One quick look was all Steve needed. Tony was covered in flour from face to waist and it looked like he'd dropped some of the batter on himself as there was a long, sticky stain down the front of his sweats. The counters were a mess of dirty bowls, pans, and utensils and a cracked egg was slowly dripping onto the floor.
Tony looked like a child who had done something wrong. He flai
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 Me4 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