Leap Without Looking"So," Mercutio said with a smile too wide for his face, "since you are staying with me, where shall we visit first?"Leap Without Looking3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in Cian made him wonder why he just agreed to spend more time with this man. Mercutio, at best, was an unknown party. Cian knew him as another Eternal, one who had possibly more than one name, and a personality that was more complicated than it appeared. But he looked so terrified of being alone again. The expression of sheer panic and terror that Mercutio couldn't have controlled had been enough to change Cian's mind. Since when had he been so easily swayed? That incident with Chara had been a fluke. He wasn't a man who changed his mind like that. And yet
Cian sighed, "You said you had been traveling around this galaxy," he murmured. "Where did you still want to visit?"
"There are a number of mountain and garden worlds that I was looking at but h
FFM23:Destroyer of WorldsI thought it was some kind of government bullshit. Some saw a giant man made of smoke. Others saw a mass of tentacles. I saw hundreds of golden gears connected by wriggling maggots and ribbed, purple strings. The only thing we could agree on was the one, giant eye ringed with teeth.FFM23:Destroyer of Worlds1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It peeled the moon like it was a grape. As it wrapped itself around what was left, the pieces disintegrated into a fine powder---the trail stretched across the sky. That's when I knew this wasn't a government conspiracy designed to stir the masses.
That's when the creature turned its eye toward earth.
About UsIt was comfortable here, snuggled between a blanket and sheets. Cian couldn't remember the last time he was in a bed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept either. Sleeping was nice, something his people didn't need to do all that often, but something that was still enjoyable. For a time sleep had been something of an escape for Cian. But now it felt like an action that he had desperately needed. Groaning softly under his breath he turned so he could hug the pillow to his chest. It smelled like salt air. There was another smell in this place too. Something sweet and doughy. It wasn't at all unpleasant. Nothing was that unpleasant here, really.About Us3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And that was when Cian realized something was terribly wrong. His violet eyes shot open and he jerked up in the bed. A bed? Since when was there a bed?! And blankets, and
It's A StartThe shift from the bare, dark, silence of space to a bright, warm, forest world used to be jarring for Cian. Now it was as simple as breathing. The forests of Sesmia were soaked in humidity, making Cian's dark curls frizz out and sweat begin to coat his skin. It wasn't unenjoyable, but he knew planets with milder climates. He also knew planets with worse climates, but that wasn't important. Curiously, Mercutio didn't seem bothered by the muggy climate. The humidity made his straight hair a bit wavier, but he didn't look as uncomfortable as Cian knew he had to be. Mercutio still had that silly smile on his face, and he walked with a definite spring to his step. He shouldn't be walking that happily.It's A Start3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You shouldn't be barefoot," scoffed Cian, hating that he had to be here right now.
Mercutio sighed and gave Cian a sidelong glance. He had one eyebrow quirked up, his smile thin and wry.
FFM12:It Longs for SilenceIt-the-second felt a sharp push near the top of the stairs. It fell, metal impacting metal. The cranial casing cracked, severing the wires connecting to the neural processor. Damage was too extensive for repairs.FFM12:It Longs for Silence2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It-the-third repaired the radiation shields. It didn't feel anything until three bolts embedded in torso, power supply, and self repair systems. Key systems failed in rapid succession. It started a fire. There was nothing left.
It-the-fourth was locked outside of the radiation shield during the wind storm. Computer error.
It-the-fifth passed through the garbage disposal. Sensors maintained there was a clog. Sensors did not detect the leak. The acid disintegrated the remains.
When they were gone, It-the-first relished the quiet.
Doesn't It Bother You?"That was marvelous!" Mercutio said, laughing as he and Cian appeared in space.Doesn't It Bother You?3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He hadn't had such a rush of adrenaline in such a long time! It was wonderful to feel alive, truly living, again! After existing for so long Mercutio had a hard time differentiating life from death. He knew he wasn't dead, but sometimes when nothing happened for so long, he began to wonder
"All of the dancing and singing! Stars if I could sing like that," laughed the jovial space elf.
If Mercutio could sing like the Av'ikir (fun fact: he could, he just didn't) he would fill all of space with their songs. The silence, while nice, was too much sometimes. There was no sound, no music, no crunching of dirt or leaves or twigs out in space. Simply silence.
"I have been wandering the galaxy for a while now and completely forgot how much I enjoyed the Av'ikir! I should make a note to"
"You lied to m
FFM8: Swarm SongKatherine heard the hum when she listened to the distress signal. An electric current pulsed through her neuron port, making her body shudder---it was too strong to reroute.FFM8: Swarm Song2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She seized up in the control chair. The port fried. She lost control.
There was nothing but sound and pain. She felt the impact of the ship as it crashed, as her body shut down. She felt the metal crumple around her, felt the heat.
Her last thought as she powered down was for the safety of the crew, sealed in the living quarters.
She had failed them.
The tunnel was like clear glass, but much, much harder. It circled the city, branching off and down at seemingly random intervals. The wires and cables that had once connected to the transportation pods hung from the ceiling, frayed and useless. Elijah had no chance to get things up and running again. Everything needed to be stripped out and rewired.
After the crash, he had expected things to be bad, but not this bad.
"We're going to have to walk, aren't we?" Ryan aske
A Revolving DoorTo be honest, this wasn't a technique or ability Cian had really used, at least not in the last millennia or so of his life. Looking for someone, anyone was something he had never done, and now he was trying to find one out of an infinite number of people in the known (to him) universe. The idea was daunting, but as he shut his eyes and blocked out the world of Sesmia, the smell of the muddy air, the heat and humidity that would have strangled him, Cian found this to be almost peaceful. There was something natural about the feeling of blocking out everything, reaching out with only abilities, and moving his essence through space. Bodies were such limiting things, but Cian's power, his being, all of that was so much stronger.A Revolving Door3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On any other given day Cian would have described space as empty, cold, silent, and nothingness. Yet, as he strode it like this, it was almost colorful. He could feel all of the life withi
Because You Helped MeMercutio heard his own breath come in ragged hiccups as he stared at the grass in front of him. The tree he was leaning on was a good support, not the best, but it was keeping him upright. For now. He tried so hard not to notice it when Cian walked into his line of vision, but it was impossible not to. Cian planted himself in front of Mercutio, all of his body in direct sight. Mercutio shivered as he heard Cian take in a breath to speak.Because You Helped Me3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Cian asked.
Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. Mercutio thought spitefully, even though he was painfully aware of the fact that Cian actually knew nothing of Mercutio's situation. And it wasn't that he was trying to find a way to hurt Mercutio right now. In fact, from the tone and inflection of his voice, it was easy to say Cian was concerned. Rightfully so, really, because wouldn't anyone be
Stray - Chapter 1Stray - Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
The .32 pistol grazes his chin. Flak tries not to twitch. The pistol in his own grip doesn't waver but his legs are shaking. He feels every single step he's run from Paradise Falls to here, wherever here is.
He lifts his gaze to the other person holding the pistol.
His light armour is constructed of miscellaneous junk. A metal plate in the middle of his chest is strapped in place with thin leather bands and buckles that stretch around his torso. Everything is suspended there by a metal ring around his neck. There's a brace or pad that covers his right shoulder, decorated with spikes. The raider's pants are ripped off at the knees, and his boots are high on his calves. This armour barely protects anything. Not his skin that's caked with dirt; brown where it had cooked under the sun, golden and bronze where the light falls on it. It doesn't hide the wound he has. It's a mess on the left side of his torso
FFM 1: Celery"Celery is the absolute worst," the Kitten Crusader said, "All vegetables are. Why can't we have steak?"FFM 1: Celery2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before the demonic, telepathic kittens had been banished, he had changed his costume. His usual ridiculousness was replaced with a brand new ridiculousness. Instead of his kitten isignia, he had printed and sewed a picture of himself in costume on his costume. Desdemona scooted to the edge of the bench, hoping he'd get the hint and let her eat her lunch in quiet.
"I mean, the demons are gone. What's the problem?" he asked.
He spread out over his lunch, arms curled around it like he was some kind of hungry dog. Instead of using utensils like a civilized human being, he used the tip of his razor claw to spear each vegetable and transport it to his mouth. Desdemona didn't know how he managed to do it without cutting his mouth, but she decided she didn't particularly care either. The demon kitten debacle was his fault, and once again, she had had to step in and fix everything
Little WolfLittle Wolf lived in the woods with her grandmother.Little Wolf7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Every afternoon she'd walk barefoot down the path through the trees to the creek. That was as far as she dared go alone. Her grandmother warned her to be careful and to always be home before dark. Strange things hunted in the forest, looking for little wolves just like her.
For the most part, she was content to splash in the water and chase the silvery schools of fish, but sometimes she wished for someone else to join her. She could still remember a time, from very long ago, when she lived with her mother and father in town.
Towns were nothing like the quiet forest. There was always someone to talk to or play with and there were many strange foods to eat. Towns were busy and noisy and filled with other wolves, and when she lived in town she didn't have to hunt.
She was lonely living with just her grandmother.
One day, she heard an unfamiliar sound crashing down the path on the other side of the creek. She had stayed later
FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars"It's just $5,000 dollars, for real?"FFM3: Don't Shake the Jars2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Andrew stared into the jar. He could almost see the people, but the outline of the city was very small, vaguely Ancient Chinese, vaguely Ancient Greece. The jagged edge of the what he guessed to be the main temple wasn't quite familiar.
"Some would say it's a bargain," the salesman said. From the way his lips thinned under his pencil thin moustache, Andrew got the impression he wanted to snatch the jar out of his hands and hide it on one of the many shelves. The store had hundreds of the jars, hundreds upon hundreds. If the man couldn't part with one, there was something wrong with him.
"I'll take it," Andrew said, handing the man his card.
He'd never really thought about owning an entire civilization before. He'd gotten lost looking for the Potion shop, and ended up in Civilizations R' Us. He'd seen the ads on tv, made fun of them with Kelly. Who puts civilizations in jars and sells them to amateur wizards? It wasn't just crazy, it was stupid.
FFM13: Help from the StarsHer crater was no bigger than one of the stores just off the square. The girl who fell from the sky was even smaller than we were. She could have rode comfortably on the back of my cat, Mr. Death Machine, if he didn't possess an intense hatred of having his back touched. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The fever was starting to get to me.FFM13: Help from the Stars2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was humanoid, but only just, and her body glowed like an ember. Her skin looked like melted copper. To be honest, I wasn't sure if she was a she. Her body seemed to curve in vaguely feminine ways, but what did I know about aliens? I felt my gut twist. Tom would have known what to think, but he was in bed and getting worse. It wouldn't be long now.
It took her two minutes to climb out of the crater. When she neared the top, she stopped to stare---as though she couldn't decide what to make of me. She had three eyes, blacker than anything else I'd seen. No eyelashes or eyebrows though, but it didn't make sense for anything made of rock to grow ha
FFM30: These Silver SoldiersDax was more than an arrangement of gears and wires under a sickly hued synthetic skin. Rachel knew this. She felt it in her core, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. Two years was just too long, and sleeping through danger didn't sit right. She settled in the pod, willing her mind to quiet.FFM30: These Silver Soldiers1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It will be difficult if you do not relax," Dax said, "Breathe deep, Captain. I have reviewed all protocol. I am fully capable and fully prepared. Everything is going to be fine. Do you not trust me?" He did not smile. Rachel didn't know if he could.
The first injection stung, but it was followed by the comfortable warming of her limbs and a sleepy feeling. He was right. Everything would be fine. Dax would get them through the radiation belt. He'd pilot Ship and direct the maintenance bots. Hell, with his memory, he'd probably do a better job.
She tried to smile as he sealed and adjusted the pod's settings. She counted backward from ten. The silver D emblazoned across Dax's uniform wa
FFM22: Some Kind of RedemptionThe traveler left gifts on the altar. Proper gifts, Andra realized. She recognized the ritual jars filled with strawberry jam and honey. He broke generous portions of a thick crusted rye bread and recited the old prayers. The words were an unfamiliar dialect and his accent was strange, but he was sincere.FFM22: Some Kind of Redemption1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For that reason, she let him pull her memories back from the abyss. She would help him if she could.
Andra felt the blade press against the soft of her throat. If the rock really was magic, it was wearing one hell of a good disguise. It looked like an ordinary rock in an ordinary jar. She did not meet his gaze. Instead, she stared at the signet ring on his third finger---the emblem of a scorpion killing a spider.
He had traveled far to find her.
"I don't know what you expect me to do with it," she said, "This is nothing."
The blade pressed hard enough to cut through the first layer of skin. Not enough to draw blood but almost. She almost wished he'd just get it over with and kill her.
To MargaretExcerpts from a tattered and bloodied journal found amongst the remains of a ruined campsite:To Margaret2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To my dearest Margaret,
Although I suspect you will never see these words, the solitude of my flight west has weighed heavily upon me the past few weeks, and I feel some small comfort in talking to you through these pages. For the moment, I believe that I have evaded my jailors, and have set up camp inside of a shallow cluster of rocks surrounded by dense underbrush.
Tonight is much colder than the last, and my extremities feel heavy and numb. The ink is drying in the pen as I write, so I will keep this brief: I miss you. I still keep the kerchief you gave me tucked into the pocket over my left breast, though your scent has long since abandoned its folds. I long to hold you in my arms again, and bounce Timothy on my knee, but I must reach Fort Blackthorne in the west. It is the only way I can clear my name.
Also, my love, there is something else. I believe I am being watched. I’ve only
A Matter of InterpretationI've a confession.A Matter of Interpretation6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I groaned. The time and place for conscience clearing was no where even remotely near now. The loud rumble echoing from the cave's depths was no fairy princess, and I had a feeling he was about to ruin my good mood.
Can't it wait?
He shook his head, the torch light flickering.
No, Sonya, I fear I may have-
He fidgeted. There were reasons I worked alone, and John Storm was a glaring example. He had tricked me when he swore to both his god and mine there was no possible danger we could encounter in the caves. His 'it's perfectly safe' should have been the tip off he was not to be trusted.
I fear I misinterpreted the text, he said at last.
The bit about the dragon.
His voice was a whisper, but his words drowned out the ominous mystery rumble that was slowly becoming not quite so much of a mystery.
You mean that dead thing I'm not supposed to worry about?
ATA Interview with theCHAMBAATA Interview with theCHAMBA3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with =theCHAMBA
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview =theCHAMBA, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, theCHAMBA.
~BaneNacent asks Chamba “Are you going to do new Darkstalkers art for the XBLA release next year?"
Darkstalkers on the XBLA release : I WISH
No news on that if UDON is doing anything on it
If they are, I've not been told
But that would be neat!
~jel asks "Hi Chamba! Can you talk about what professional projects you're working on right now? What can we hold in our hands in the near future?"
Digitally : there's the Shiftylook stuff which has been fun
In Print: there's that Street Fighter next generation Trade
and that's it as far as I know
there could be more
but again, I'm usually told just before I need to do it
and since I tend to get things done very promptly, it'
FFM19: Elise Lived in the WoodsA little girl lived in the woods with her mother, her grandmother, her sister, and her brother.FFM19: Elise Lived in the Woods1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Elise was seven she did all the chores. She chopped the wood while her grandmother rocked in the big chair. She cleaned the fireplace while her mother sang Amazing Grace. She made her own breakfast while her sister and brother played in the front yard among the irises mother planted last spring.
There was only one chore Elise wasn’t allowed to do, she wasn’t allowed to go in the back bedroom to make the beds. She could only shake the sheets and air out her own mattress, and she was never for any reason to open the heavy oak door. Before last spring, it was Elise’s only chore, and now, it was the only chore she wasn’t allowed to do. Some days, she missed it. She liked to pull the blankets tight over the bed and smooth them until they lay flat.
Mother had even made her move her mattress into the pantry to sleep. She said it would be warmer when it was cold and cold
Echo - Chapter 17EchoEcho - Chapter 172 years ago in Romance More Like This
On the bridge, Harkness watched the sky turn light, golden traces of morning trailing its fingers on the waves across the water. The dry breeze flitted through his hair, fluttering at the loose strands. He focused on nothing in the distance as he tasted the bitterness of tobacco on his tongue. The only reprieve came when Lana bumped his shoulder to relieve him of duty and his thoughts. Just for a moment.
"Any trouble last night?" she asked, leaning against the railing next to him. She smelled like gun oil and Gary's special Mirelurk cakes.
"Brock came out for a smoke," Harkness replied. "That's it." Taking out the box of cigarettes from his pocket, he offered her one. She declined, sniffling at him in a disapproving manner.
"Take some time off?" she suggested, telling Harkness easily that he looked like shit. Harkness had no answer for her. He ended his shift by throwing the spent cigarette down into the water far below. He crossed the bridge, his body
In This Shell“You don't have to be so difficult,” Cas said.In This Shell1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Communication Assistance System, or Cas for short, was a jumble of circuits and contradictory pathways in a silver case strapped to her wrist. It should have responded to her questions in the same calm, detached manner as the last Cas unit she'd owned. Instead, it seemed to have gotten stuck on argumentative. Most of the time, Mika was amused, but other times, it was downright irritating. Sometimes, she suspected Cas was even smarter than it let on.
She braced herself against the wall as another rumble shook the tunnels. Tremors weren't unusual on the station, but Mika hadn't gotten used to them in the few short months she'd been there. She grown up a colony brat, accustomed to the open air and red skies. Being confined to one small building on a tiny asteroid orbiting the planet was a hard adjustment. The smell of recycled oxygen combined with dust from the tremors made her nose itch.
“I'm not being difficult,”
Grave DiggerRoz Havelock always held her breath when she drove past a cemetery. The old superstition was something her brother used to tease her about on car rides; you'll swallow someone's soul, he used to say. At the time, she half believed him.Grave Digger6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
She knew better now, but sometimes, she wondered.
She rounded the hill. Bethel Cemetery sprawled across the horizon, a tangle of pine trees and roses.
If patience was a virtue, John Baird was going to hell. At two minutes to midnight, two minutes until his shift began, he was ready to go home. If a funeral wasn't scheduled for the next morning and the new girl wasn't training tonight, he just might have done it.
But some things just can't be put off, and time was running out. If he wanted the spell to work, he had to follow the rules. Magic was tricky like that.
The roar of an engine made him jump. A car pulled into the lot, parked, and a woman opened the door. Dressed in ratty jeans and an old t-shirt, her suitability for the job ended there.
RejectedHe was there when she rounded the corner. She cursed her own stupidity for not letting the vampire hunter handle things like she should have. But Ella had thought the vampire's interest was just a passing thing.Rejected6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ella, he said, I've tried to stay away, but I had to see you.
He blocked the stairs to her apartment. Not that she was fast enough to out run him anyway, but she liked to think she had a chance. Heck, if she could get the door open, there was hope.
His fangs dented his lower lip as he smiled.
Go away, Edmond, she said, but in her heart, she knew it was hopeless.
He barely acknowledged anything she said these days, and what he did accept, he twisted to suit his own insanity. He had convinced himself they were more than casual acquaintances; she had barely said more than hello.
Don't be like that. All I want is a minute.
I'm not interested.
He sighed, a pale hand sliding through his hair.
Don't fight this, he