For Once I see Clearly, the sky is bright and my mind is clear.
I see the bright world, the good and the bad, the light and the darkness.
I see hope and I see loss, a balance of perfect stability.
But the balance between the two is easily interrupted with so much as a weight on the scales.
Again I see nothing but the darkness in minds and the sky, waiting in a twirl of depression for light to shine again.
Little Scales Pt3 Of ??Little ScalesLittle Scales Pt3 Of ??3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lyle had headed into the woods in search of Traes, unaware of the change he had taken. He found Traes without actually knowing that the crimson-violet Dragon was actually his close friend. Scales was asleep at this moment, and didn't know his old friend was standing a mere foot away.
Scales lay on the dirt and common debris scattered about, unaware of his old human friend reaching towards him.
He woke up as he suddenly felt his sensitive wings get touched by something--or someone--unknown; he shot up and immediately glared upwards at the human.
Scales made no attempt to remember whether he knew this human, or to communicate. Instead, he stepped back, letting shyness go over himself as a way of being cautious.
"Well, you woke up quickly, little lizard... Come on, I'm taking you to my friend Traes!..." Lyle spoke as quickly as he could think, while he attempted to grab Scales.
But Scales, instead, bit him so hard that blood began to drip as Lyle recoile
Little Scales PT1 of ???Little Scales.Little Scales PT1 of ???3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two people were out in a forest.
Traes and Lyle.They were camping there on a trip, and the younger of the two, Traes, who referred to himself as "Scales", was in his tent, asleep.
This is where the story begins.
They were camping there on a road trip, and the son, Traes, who referred to himself as "Scales", was in his tent, asleep.
This is where the story begins.
Scales was asleep soundly in his tent, over the past few days he had been feeling pain throughout his entire body.
He didn't alert anybody, not even his friend, Lyle.
A sound like a beautiful, yet drawn out wind chime could be heard throughout the camp through the night. It made everyone but Scales drift into a deep sleep, where as it woke Scales up.
Scales didn't make a sound or say anything as he sat up and grabbed a torch, stood up and exited his tent. But when he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw a bright, entrancing light. He wanted to go towards it as if attracted to the light.
He strode through
Little Scale PT2 of ???Little Scales.Little Scale PT2 of ???3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scales stepped forward and willingly took on this change. He felt his memories clear; he felt his pain lift as it was replaced by the sensation of his body changing.
Scales stood, as the spirit-egg Operia watched over his slow change, from his transformation from Human to Dragon Hatchling.
"Little One. You seem at ease, even accepting of your new form even though I am forcing it upon you."
"That's because I've been feeling so much pain as a human... But it`s lifted."
"I see, Little one. So that pain is gone... Your transformation won`t cause you pain, I hope..."
"Even if it does..."
Scales began to feel an itch, something felt like it was crawling up his arms and legs. A Feeling of weakness spread over him, which caused him to fall to his hands and knee's.
"It has begun."
Scales clenched his fists as he noticed his skin turn a pink-like hue and harden into small plates.
"S-Scales.... Actual..." He trie
Little Scales PT4 Of ???Little ScalesLittle Scales PT4 Of ???3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scales had passed out, whilst in the presence of Lyle, his old, forgotten, human friend. Lyle panicked, and tried to awake the unconscious hatchling.
"Little Dragon! Wake up! Wake up!! What happened?! It wasn't me, was it?!"
A small glow appeared around Scales, in the shape of another dragon's paws. Operia was showing herself; as a full adult in form.
"Scales... It's okay. This human won`t harm you..."
"What the...?! Who are you.... WHAT are you?! I can..."
"I am Operia. A dragon's spirit. And the one who turned this little one into a Hatchling with no recollection of his past, as did I take away his ability to talk until he ages enough."
"Operia? That's a stupid name...."
"Do you disrespect the very ancient in-front of you? You deserve a punishment, you insolent piece of pale-skinned refuse."
"What are you? A thousand?"
A low growl could be heard coming from Operia, as she stood and raised her front fore-paw. It suddenly became a solid entity as she s
NamelessIt was a beautiful day for an adventure.Nameless1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
An Eevee skipped by the roaring and powerful river Merces, her chestnut fur swaying in the watery breeze that sprung up from the stream’s depths. Merces flowed alongside the elegant capital of the nation Tenija where a large stone citadel rose from the thick forest. The castle stood tall and proud, the pride and treasure of all of the citizens of the grand country.
But the Eevee had no intention of playing around the castle, for it bored her. Her day was proceeding slowly; she hadn't done a single exciting thing, aside from eavesdropping and hearing her father shouting furiously. She hated all of the arguing her father did as of late, so in her mind, she deemed that it did not count. She let out a dissatisfied sigh, ready to end the day and return to the castle early. Nothing was catching her attention.
Until she saw it.
A Riolu drifted through the rushing water, its blue and black fur swirling in time with the current; the Pokemon clea
Ackeroth: Siege of KalenAckerothAckeroth: Siege of Kalen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Siege Of Kalen
Before The Siege
The Town Of Kalen, protected by its thick stone walls, is as busy at is would be any other day, the inhabitants doing their daily work as usual.
Some choose to train in the practice grounds, trying to get jobs as town guards.
Alone stand two people in the center of the town, by a large fountain, which is designed to be a place of relaxation in the hectic days of Kalen.
One of the two stands facing the fountain, looking into it`s clear water at his own reflection, sighing at the quite.
He turns to face the other figure, as they touch his hand.
It`s a woman, who is obviously close to the other, with worried look on her face.
"Tyson, don`t go... They don`t need you to fight!" The woman says, concerned, but calm.
"I have to go. If I don't, Kalen will get attacked..." Tyson says, gently grasping the girls hands.
"Okay, Tsuki? Me and the Militia will be fine. Tr
Memories.Memories of friendship flow in my mind, like a long stream of peaceful dreams.Memories.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The stream uninterrupted, never ending like the works of the mind.
Move to present day, where they lay shattered.
Pieces of light, long gone but not forgotten.
Forever and truly; I will never forget.
From Reality to Pokemon Part13Jacobs point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Weeks passed as I trained my aura. If I wanted to escape this place, I would have to become stronger. I went through several more of their tests, all of which put me past the breaking point, all of which I passed. I could tell that they were very interested in my aura, which, as I was reminded by the others countless times, was a bad thing. Chris was the one that made the plan of escape. Because he knew this place and everything about it, none of us disagreed. I would often ask how he knew these things; he would laugh and remind me that he had a different kind of mind. Our plan was simple, but the means to actually doing the plan sounded easier said than done.
The plan went like this.
Step one: Use my aura to break us free.
Step two: Fight our way to the central control room. When we get to the entrance we force someone to open it for us.
Step three: In the control room, Chris will put his skills to use and use the computers to override the locks on all of th
THK Chapter ThreeTransforming Human KindTHK Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jason's Transformation. Part Two.
Jason wakes up after many hours have passed.
Oooohhh My head.... What happened?
Jason sits up to find he`s in an entirely new building.
Wooden floors, a Wooden door, wallpaper covering the walls, a dog bed in the corner, a few other things.
Jason, is still human, but everything seems different to him, he doesn't understand.
He feels a sensation over himself he has never felt before, that of a tingling, pleasant, shock.
He feels fur growing on his chest and arms, as the transformation takes place.
"Jason. Welcome to the THK Project Training Facility. Here, you will meet some of your associates and trainers, whom you will work with to master your new body. You will be assigned missions, tasks, jobs and such you have to perform, fail to do so, and we penalize you, and don`t forget; we can do anything we want to you." A
FRTP Part: 17 The End"Come on! Wake up already!" the cheery voice shouted at me.FRTP Part: 17 The End2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh...." I grunted.
"What's your name?" It asked.
"Ugh..." I grunted again.
"You're not very smart are you?" the voice laughed.
I sighed and sat up rubbing my eyes. "It's Jacob."
"Jacob...can I call you Jake?"
I finally looked towards the source of the voice. It was a parichisu. A hyper one at that. I soon discovered that I was in a tent, I was a bit confused, but thankful that it wasn't a cage.
"Why? Is Jacob too long or something?" I smiled standing up and clutching my head, it felt like my brain was on fire. "Geez....what happened to me?"
"You got into a fight with Gina....not a smart decision." she said with a more lecturing tone.
"Yeah, I'll make sure I don't try it again."
"You know you still haven't asked what my name is."
"Oh....right....." I sighed. "What's your name?"
"It's Belle! Thanks for asking." she smiled.
"Belle....well Belle, think you can explain what happened last night?"
"Easy. We went to clear out a lab
Little Scales Part V!Little ScalesLittle Scales Part V!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Moonlit Glade.
Scales was still unconscious, as the night settled over the glade. Operia had faded, but as she did, a small "band" of crystal had formed around the ankle of Scales' right fore-paw.
The Glade was bathed in a subtle moonlight, the sounds of the late-night forest filled the air, whilst Scales lay curled up in the dirt.
"Wake up little one..."
A silent whimper left Scales as he slowly rose, a chill was in the air, a light fog limited Scales currently short vision.
"Good boy, Scales. Now go deeper into the forest. You'll be much, much safer there..."
The forest floor was cold and damp, and as Scales got to his feet, he moved his paws slightly. He didn't like the cold.
"You`ll be safer there, in the deeper Glades."
Scales started taking little, clumsy steps, heading in the direction he thought was the "Deeper Glades".
"Turn around. It's the other direction."
He slowly turned, trying not to slip and fall. Scales
A Change in FateA Change in FateA Change in Fate4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy wanders through an unexplored forest. He's about eight years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly ripped clothes. He stumbled through the forest limping on his right leg. His body was torn to shreds; many injuries were clearly visible across his entire body. He kept pushing himself to his limits, wandering deeper and deeper into the dark forest which enveloped the night, until finally he came across a creature lying down in the ground, surrounded by trees. The boy limped forward to take a closer look at the creature but as he stood over body of the creature he saw the true horror that lay before him. The creature was a dragon hatchling, dead; its green scales glowed crimson in the moonlight from its wounds. Arrows protruded out of its body from spine to tail. The boy's eyes became blurry, his conscious mind fading from reality. The boy fell unconscious where he stood and fell onto the grass next to the dead hatchling, his hand falling on top of its
forbidden friendship part 1On a small island, there are few big cities, and many small villages. It is just past the 10th century, the land is ruled by humans, and kings. On this island, we don't have a king, we have a group of 12 people, simply called "The League," who decides together what happens, no one man can decide. Our island mainly consists of forests and flat farm land, but there are a few big cities where "the league" stays, and many villages for all the occupants of the island. Thanks to "the league," we all live happily, everything is built, we have schools, we have shops, everything we ever need is here. According to "the league," we are living somewhere better than anywhere else, we are more advanced, and we are fully protected.forbidden friendship part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My story starts with a young teenage boy of the name "Jack Borough", he is about 15, he is a small, black haired boy. He lives only with his mum in a small house in one of the small villages, the smallest one on this island. They lived exactly how "the league" w
A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'Note: This is a story, with vore. If you do not like that, do not read this. It is also my first story I have submitted. Critique is welcome, but do keep in mind I am new to this.A First Encounter, Part One of 'The Relationship'2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a dense patch of wilderness, far from any civilization, was a village. The village, though self dependent, was a decent place to live. It looked like something straight out of the middle ages; the houses were built out of common materials, such as wood and straw, and many of the people in the village were farmers. The village knew about the world outside, but kept to itself; they found life in the wilderness appealing. There was no village leader; it was a completely democratic society, where they would join together and decide in issues in a clearing to the south. It was not paradise, but it was home.
In this village lived a young man by the name of Daniel. Daniel was about age eighteen, and not particularly athletic. He was very good with politics in his village, however, and his father was looked up to