Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 69 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 29 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 79 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayIt Was A Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 2Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frankenweenie Fanfiction chap. 2
His parents were fighting again. It did not bother Nassor very much anymore. He had grown used to it. They fought about a lot of things, but mostly about family. His father, Herman Karloff was always inviting his relatives to stay when they were anywhere nearby. His mother, Mary Shelley Karloff did not appreciate this. In her mind, Herman's relatives were a bit too strange for her taste and she wanted to keep them away from Nassor because she did not want him becoming as strange as the rest of the Karloffs. And now he could hear them again, passing his room and going down the stairs, their voices raised.
"Herman I don't want to hear another word about it. Of all the people in the world, why Uncle Ardeth?" His mother was obviously very disturbed by the thought of this Uncle Ardeth, and this intrigued Nassor.
"He's coming all the way from Egypt, the least we can do is give him a place to stay. Besides, he'll probably be busy. He's bringing ancient Egyptia
Cantarella MikuxKaitoI was caught staring at him, although he was also caught staring back at me. It's as if we're locked inside our own closed-off world, acting oblivious, but we both pretend our intoxication will be sensed.Cantarella MikuxKaito3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As time passes by I felt that my heart must be kept hidden. When I first met the son of the Duke of Shion, Kaito Shion, I held a strong hatred towards him. I hated his happy-go-lucky persona, the fact that he's always smiling and his flirtatious attitude towards the girls, and even men! Every time I saw him, my stomach would churn and I would command to my lady-in-waiting that I am to be escorted promptly to my room. How could he act like that even through what happened to him that day? And he never seemed to notice me.
Although not long after, I saw more to what meets the eye. It was a brisk day, with the gray skies hiding the glow of the sun. The kind of day I spent inside. But on this very day my father, the king, requested my presence. Even though I was told not to go throu
Into His MindThe flowers. So vibrant. The orange of the petals shone so brightly under the morning sun. I could see each hue, each shadow, each tiny vein in the velvet of the petalsInto His Mind4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Was vibrant a word ?
These petals were blue, not orange.
I furrowed my brows gently, the right side of my mouth twitching as I frowned. I lifted a finger to stroke the flower's stem.
In my head, I could hear the grating of waxy green on flesh. I pulled my hand away, my frown deepening.
And it was afternoon, not morning, I told myself, shaking my head. I stepped away from the small patch of flowers, giving a small sigh.
Why was everything like this? My thoughts were always in discord.
I abruptly became aware of the heat reflecting upward at me off the cobblestone. The first ripples of the trembles traveled up my legs and into my back, running up through my shoulders, down my arms, and out my fingertips. Slowly, the shaking began, and I tightly folded my arms.
The sun became glaringly bright, a
The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
Daleks Exterminated My ProjectDaleks Exterminated My Project4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
After I came back home
From my adventure with a Time Lord
I was soon followed by a race
That never leave you bored
As I put the final touches on
My lovely diorama
I heard a voice call me to dinner
I could've sworn it was Gramma
But when I came downstairs, I saw
Five metal aliens
The worst of the Doctor's foes
The Daleks, who sound like Australians
They spotted me and screamed that word
"Exterminate!" I ran upstairs
But it was too late, my project was ashes
And I think I grew gray hairs
Luckily, the Doctor saved me again
Just as a Dalek snuck up
Being so lucky for this fate
I feel kinda stuck up
In a battle of epic proportions
I saved all time and space
With the Doctor and his sonic screwdriver
Shooting all over the place
He returned me home (again)
And warned me to be cautious
The thought of being attacked again
It really makes me nauseous
What could I have done at 12:30
But fall asleep and brood?
It's just a pile of soot...
I'm sorry I'm in a bad mood
I worked so hard on it, I know
Quick the DonkeyQuick the Donkey9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The donkey's name was Quick.
His front hooves were neat and dexterous and opposable, and his back hooves were the size of dinner plates and had unassuming steel shoes. He had a pale grey hide and pale pink nostrils, and ears like enormous fringed fans, and if you lifted up his cowl far enough, you would find large, slightly worried brown eyes, with the devastatingly long eyelashes reserved for beauty queens and large ungulates. He was a small, neat-footed donkey who kept his elbows tucked in and could vanish into a crowd much more easily than a bipedal donkey wearing a yellow robe with checkerboard edging had any right to do.
He had a goldfish in a plastic bag. She was a small, neat-finned goldfish with kinder eyes than are usual among fish. Quick was only guessing about the "she" pronoun. He wasn't sure how to tell the difference, or if it mattered one way or the other. Well, it probably mattered to another goldfish. He wasn't sure if the kindness of the goldfish's eyes was really the
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 39 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. Theyre found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.Saints of San Axolotl6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists of the screams and curses of its last unfortunate victim. Mimicry is no longer a particularly impressive trick. Any old parrot, with time and patience, can learn to whistle the national anthem and make obscene comments, or both at the same time.
The echo bird, however, does something quite beyond mimicry. If you encounter an echo bird, all you will s
It Has Come To My AttentionIt has come to my attentionIt Has Come To My Attention4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that people like me
are generally not welcome in fairy tales.
It's the talking birds that do it.
The minute a sparrow shows up to pipe a direful warning
it's all over
down at the first hurdle
The body in the fifty-fathom well
will have to wait
the old woman turned into a hare
the murdered mother in the juniper tree
as I whip out my Sibley guide and look for the entry
with the fieldmark labeled capable of human speech.
For this crime
I have been accused of a failure of wonder
of having chained up my inner child and sent her
to work in the salt mines.
But the truth
(if you really want to know)
is that I have read too many fairy tales
and lived a bit too long
to be surprised by anything that happens in
the cottages of lonely woodcutters.
I can even venture a guess
to why the bear speaks with the voice of a maiden
(my heart goes out to her)
and why, when the animal has saved your life,
you will be required to make a harp out of its bones.
These are o
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 59 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 99 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Marik Plays TOMEMarik Plays TOME2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so Bakura told me he’s tired of just sitting around watching me play video games all day. I can’t imagine why… At any rate, he appears to be serious about this (he even made his little stubborn-pouty face) so, in the interest of preserving our evil alliance, I agreed to separate myself from my console for a couple of days.
I never said anything about my PC...
Ha ha ha, I am so wonderfully evil! The fluffy fool cannot possibly begin to imagine that I am really still playing video games behind his back! Well, technically it’s more like an online RPG, but my plan is still SUPREMELY EVIL. That’ll teach him who really wears the leather pants around here.
Hmm, let’s see… This T.O.M.E. game is supposed to be some kind of virtual-reality-type-thing… I don’t really know how it works, but it reeks so badly of money and arrogance that I’m sure Kaiba’s hologram technology is involved. Although it really doesn’t have a
The SubstituteShe kept checking to see if I was turned on, running her hands along my pants, to see if my dick was having a reaction.The Substitute4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I... I was having a good time, I was still enjoying myself, and this situation was unusual.
Unusual because I'm most often hard before my pants even come off.
Unusual because I'm most often hard already on the drive home, when in a lucky instance, my hand has sneaked its way from the steering wheel and bravely found the girls inner thigh, while at the same time trying my best to keep eyes on the road instead of her, as not to kill myself...or my chance at having sex.
This was harder then anyone would think.
In fact I'm not sure how in porno's the guy is not aroused when the girl already has her mouth wrapped around him, this is incomprehensible to me, and sometimes makes me embarrassed that I have a full blown erection three weeks before she has a chance to sleep...or in most cases not sleep with me.
And so she tries harder, she sighs harder, she moves
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6 (Nassor's P.O.V)Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shocked, I staggered backwards till I was almost pressed up against the tomb of Colossus. Helen had been coming up closer to me, till she had stopped and started calling me her prince and how she was overjoyed that we could finally be together. She reached her hand out to me, as if she expected me to take it. Then all of the sudden she was Helen again, the same Helen who had always lived next door to me. She looked up at me.
"Nassor? Did you bring me here?" she asked me, her eyes brimming with sadness and innocence.
"No" I replied. "You walked up to me while I was here."
"That's funny" she said, a confused look on her face. "I don't remember coming here."
"You had better go home before your parents start to worry about you." I told her, my mind filled with questions and thoughts about what had happened only a few minutes earlier. I needed her to leave so I could sort them out.
"I suppose you're right." She said calmly, before walking
Self-DestructPairing: Malik/BakuraSelf-Destruct3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning/Disclaimer: Tiny bit of violence, little-to-no swearing. YGO franchise belongs to whoever it belongs to, but the plot is mine. Also, Malik=hikari, Marik=yami.
After he first looked in the mirror since acquiring his own body, Bakura methodically shattered every reflective surface he could get his hands on. To see Ryou's body double instead of the man he had once been was too much. This skinny, frail thing couldn't be himit was a mockery, the pharaoh's newest knife to stab and twist in this smooth, new, pale skin.
Malik came home to him slumped on his knees in front of the TV, watching the news, blood oozing from his cut-up hands. As he grabbed the first-aid kit, he said simply, "Welcome to my world."
He never considered himself crippled not by his life underground, or by the scars on his back. If anything, he was stronger for what had been done to him, and he would be damned if he couldn't prove it. There was a poo
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesAn Evening With Sings-to-Trees9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
The GardenerIt had been a very difficult few weeks for me. I had shed a lot of tears, and depressed most of the people around me. But fortunately, the holidays were almost past me, and I had survived with only minor injuries and the loss of most of my hair. I had lived through far worse times in my life, and was feeling slightly more optimistic about the future.The Gardener4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had spent some time with Anna and Meghan over Winter's Veil, and Kierrynn as well. They were horrified over what I had done to my hair, but all loved me too much to say it out loud. It had helped to concentrate on the family I did have, and not the loved ones who were no longer with me.
We had been having increasing success in our attempts to expand the Defense Initiative, as well. With the end of the hostilities in Hyjal, more Sin'dorei veterans were returning to the city each day. I had greatly enjoyed meeting many of them, and requesting their aid in our efforts. There had been many new Rangers joining our ranks,