Things to be Thankful ForHAI GAIZ. At the moment I'm in Washington visiting my bro bro (sneaking on his Mac, trololol oh me), but I wanted to take this time to tell my watchers and friends how much they mean to be. There are people on this site that I consider part of my family, and that continues to grow with each awesome person I come in contact with and they take the time to listen to my bothering. You guys, there are no words for how much you mean to me, and I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you guys.
On another note, my writing is anything but fast, unfortunately. I am the worst, I am. I am currently pushing out Christmas literatures I have promised people, but I fear they might be a tad late and won't be done until the New Year. For that I am so so so sooooo sorry. :<
Kroshka Moia, Chapter Eleven :WIP
Blood of the Sidhes, Chapter Three - Six :WIP
Christmas lits: WIP
Other shit: WIP
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Titleless AC FicThe tired Dai blinked his eyes open and groaned. Malik pushed himself off the counter and looked down at the maps that had engraved themselves into his mind. A hallway here, an exit there there was never something new in these maps, nothing his eyes didn't catch before. He picked up the inkwell and peered inside. Just barely enough for a few words. That fool Altair had to rush in and knock his new one over the other day before he was able to dip a pen in. Idiot.Titleless AC Fic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if on cue, the master assassin jumped in and Malik almost dropped the inkwell. He glared as Altair turned to him, a small smile playing on his face. What could he be so happy about? He thought as he sighed and went back to his work.
"You certainly look better, my friend." Malik had recently recovered from a mild fever in the past few days and Altair was by his bedside the whole time. It annoyed him to be treated like a child, but having Altair there gave him assurance that no harm would come to him.
"Why do you
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. See the wall in front of you?"
The butt of his rifle smashed the back of my head so hard I couldn't even cry out as I fell to the cold floor. A faded figure walked over me and bent down. Everything turned black.
"Lynn... That is a ridiculous middle name. Lynn, Lynn... I take it your parents didn't exactly lov
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
Brushfire ProloguePrologueBrushfire Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Boots hitting the concrete brought the battered girl back to life and gasping for air. She looked no older than about twelve, but that didn't stop her captors from the experiments and torture. Her entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, while day-old burns coiled around her neck and wrists. Her arms were a dark purple and snapped at the elbows; her legs bore a grim resemblance. Rags barely offered warmth from the freezing cell. A map of incisions traveled up and down her torso. She lay, curled up as best she could, staring at the limp, hand-shaped branch peeking from a crack in the stone floor.
She barely had the will to look up as the cell door was unlocked and opened. She remained staring at the pair of boots as they clicked over and stopped inches from her face, but not before mercilessly digging a heel into the branch and flattening it. A knee came into sight, soon followed by a black glove grabbing her chin and gently caressing her bloodied cheek.
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire and come out virtually unscathed, but would then find himself dead when all he heard was nothing. Even my father had his moments when everything turned quiet. I had no idea how I was able to remain so calm; the nightmare still plagued my mind. Those clicking boots, that voice, his damned smile. I looked to my new acquaintance, a single question bounci