Wartime - Ch. 2Wartime - Ch. 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Peb. You look like how the rest of us feel."
It wasn't the most encouraging comment to hear first thing in the morning, but waking up before the sun rose also wasn't Pebble's idea of a timely schedule. He was used to the sun rousing him from sleep, or a gentle push at his back from his wife. Not the blaring sound of a military horn. He'd gotten used to staying outside of military life since leaving the academy.
"Here. This will help." Gekiki, looking much more suited for early morning activities, handed him a cheap mug. It was filled nearly to the brim with a murky colored liquid. It wasn't coffee, but smelled just as strongly. He hesitantly sipped it, and found that it tasted pleasantly of some kind of fruit.
"What is this?" He asked Gekiki, looking down into the mug.
"Plants from home," he responded, taking a long drink of his own. "I don't drink military-issue coffee. It goes through you like a cheap beer. Not the best option when you're out on the field."
Pebble briefly imagi
Frost -finale-Frost -finale-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the village men went to the house that the witch lived in, they found no one there. Not the witch, nor her supposed-sisters, not a living soul. Most of their belongings had vanished too; but the villagers, who hadn't been inside the house proper til that day, didn't even notice.
It took three days for the villagers to find the house in the forest.
To their surprise, the snow hadn't reached this particular place; it was like a tiny pocket of eternal Spring. They went inside, hesitantly, for fear of bewitchment, but nothing happened. After they plucked up their courage, they ventured farther inside, but found no one there. There was some food in cupboards, some furniture, a bookshelf with no books, and, the oddest thing to them, a backyard full of disturbed earth and a few leaves. But there was no living creature in the house.
After a while, they had another story to tell. Once upon a time, a demon who only stayed in one place for a hundred years chose their forest to hide away in,
Wartime - Ch. 9Wartime - Ch. 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Something's wrong with that guy, yo."
Mekeke hadn't been paying much attention to the goings-on around him, his focus locked on the strings laced around his fingers tangled into various shapes, the current one resembling a striped cat's face. It took a light shake of his shoulder to pry his eyes away from his work. He frowned, not liking to be disturbed when he was in a thoughtful state, but upon seeing Putata's worried expression, all annoyance went flying out the window.
"What's up, Putata?"
"It's that Yukiki guy," the artist said, lowering his voice. "I think something's I dunno. Wrong with him!"
"Whad'you mean?" Mekeke glanced around, half-expecting the frosty addition to their team to spontaneously materialize in the room and overhear their conversation.
"I passed by him in the hall on the way here, and only just brushed him and he looked at me like he wanted to gut me, yo!" Putata lightly shook his head. "I know he was all crabby when we found him on the mountain, bu
Wartime - Ch. 8Wartime - Ch. 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And I thought Dokuku was a little creepy he's nothing compared to this guy."
If "uncomfortable" had been the word to describe their base before, it had quickly changed to "creepy." The addition of the ghostly blue figure to the building created a very heavy atmosphere, like a choking layer of fog. The air in the halls had become cooler, almost as if the apparition were sucking the very life out of those inhabiting it. Dokuku and Giruru didn't seem bothered by these changes in the least, but everyone was willing to lend that to them being outside the range of normal.
Not that this was any concern of the ghost's, either. He preferred isolation within the base, simply waiting for the time when Shurara called for him with news that his body was complete. Just what they were crafting it out of was a mystery, and not one he was particularly interested in. Anything would have sufficed, as long as it was solid and could fully interact with the world around him.
"He just floats the