The Fair Folks: Revenge of The Cursed OneMaledicti slammed painfully onto the ground and the world around her spun for a moment as her mind reeled from the impact and came full circle. There was a sudden, deep pain in her shoulder blades and back that grew slowly; forebodingly intensifying as dark bruising formed under her fine and fair skin.
Rocking forward to gain momentum, her hand grasped at the cold stone floor and her talons dug into the grooves as she forced herself to her feet, ignoring the soreness she knew would fade soon enough. She took her fighting stance and squared herself against her sparring partner, although she knew the fight was over.
Maledicti's sparring partner stood opposite to her, her stance relaxed and without challenge. Her eyes lowered resignedly as a long breath escaped her lips in that telltale gesture of gathering her patience. The deep sigh felt worse to Maledicti than any scolding could; it was a simple, irritated sign of disappointment,
An Empty HushAnd so the world ended.An Empty Hush3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not in fire, but in silence.
A quiet, ignorant bliss as we slipped into extinction
Without even knowing we neared the end.
The vibrancy of a civilization
One that had radiated with brilliance in the confines of our world.
Snuffed into nonexistence without a single cry
Or a single trace.
And so the universe was again quieter
With an empty hush as the souls of a species
I'm SorryThe whole world was silent. The quietness consumed everything around her and the world seemed to close down into peaceful solitude as the sun had drifted from the sky and plunged the wheat field into darkness. The silence was only faintly disturbed as the gentle breeze slipped across the wheat field, making the stocks gently sway and brush one another. A light chill mixed within a warm night teased her skin.I'm Sorry3 years ago in Romance More Like This
With her arms rested comfortably under her head, Chell lounged on the ground with the stocks of wheat crushed underneath her, creating a perfect cushion. Although it felt a rough to her fine and sheltered skin, it was a pleasant change from the slick and cold touch of tile and concrete. Her hair was loose and free from her ponytail, resting softly on her shoulders. Her feet showed bare, with her long-fall-boots discarded carelessly beside her, and her legs sat propped up on the charred and dirtied companion cube.
Her eyes shut
Blurring LinesIt started off as just making a point.Blurring Lines2 years ago in Drama More Like This
America expected England to see reason after he showed he was capable himself. England always managed to make a statement with brute force -- by not taking anything but results in return.
England thought America was bluffing -- being obnoxious little brat and eventually the colony would get over it. Arthur found it simply annoying. He didn't take it seriously.
Their voices rang harshly in the confines of the small colonial home. America's once meek and innocent voice was now convicted and sharp. "It's just not fair! I have people, I have lives being affected! I have a right to be heard. I have a voice!"
"Stop being overly dramatic." England shot back, his cultured tone unable to mask the condescending air to his response, "This is greater than you understand. I certainly can't come clear across the Atlantic to ask you a question whenever a decision is being made. It's worse enough I have the damn frog to deal with," He added i
Broken Steel, Broken HeartsCharon kneeled down beside her; the gentle sound of his metal knee braces clinking against the tile flooring going unheard as his ears were all but deaf. Unhearing and unwilling to spare attention to anything than what was before him.Broken Steel, Broken Hearts3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His hand reached out, moving under the petite woman's shoulder gently as though she would shatter any moment. He wasn't sure she wouldn't. His hand snaking underneath her, he took her by the shoulder as he had before -- sudden flashes of the memory in his mind; drunken and unconscious, wounded and moaning, tired and lazy.
But it was so different now. He could feel it.
Sara's body was limp to his touch and her face was fallen with unconsciousness. A blank expression he had known before, but this was somehow poles apart. Her complexion was a ghostly white that made his battle hardened stomach drop -- not from revulsion, but dread. She was deathly pale; her skin tinted a faint green. And somehow her face looked vacant.
Word Challenge: Shed - Happiness - SneakSo this was it.Word Challenge: Shed - Happiness - Sneak3 years ago in Drama More Like This
All she had worked for. All she had fought for. All she had lost.
Chell's breath slowed to silence as her eyes slowly, carefully scanned the horizon. The warm, gentle heat of the sun high above her, engulfing all senses and enveloping her in its comfort as a dull, but persistent breeze slipped and mingled through the wheat field and cooled her skin. A vast and golden wheat field spanned for miles before her, making her analytical mind reel from the thought of judging the distance. The sea of bright golden stocks, swaying peacefully in the gentle breeze with a rhythm that seemed nothing like the man-made or machine choreographed world she had known so well.
She breathed in carefully, savoring the new and nearly sweet taste of fresh air, and allowing her lungs to stretch further than ever before in an attempt to grasp as much as possible. The vastness of the atmosphe
The Lone CourierAlone. As she looked around at the barren desert around her, with only brush and dirt to keep her company, she realized it then, more then ever before. She was entirely, completely alone.The Lone Courier4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
But it wasn't the solitary that sent a chill down her spine. She had always been alone. Now she was lost. Lost, without anyone around to help her or to tell her where the nearest town or clean water source could be found. At least in the Capital, there were signs to direct you, or buildings to sustain you. But here, there was nothing. She couldn't even see the top of the Lucky 38 on the horizon any longer.
Hoping for a better view then could be found behind her visor, she slipped off her helmet for the first time in days. Although she was glad to feel the cool air on her heated face, she still regretted it slightly, as she breath in the dust and radiation. But it didn't bother her too much. &
Word Challenge: Madness - EnjoyThere's an element to this you like, isn't there? Her mind silently toyed with the thought.Word Challenge: Madness - Enjoy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The look in his eyes only confirmed her suspicions. That faint flicker of interest across expression as his eyes flashed with intrigue. She found his eyes captivating -- not necessarily due to attraction, but rather curiosity. She could read so much from his eyes and the emotion that would occasionally shine through peaked her interest.
His eyes were a light, piercing grey which added a predatory aspect to his gaze, and the keen, fascinated glimmer mixed within an ill hidden amusement inside of his stare betrayed his cautious emotion. But there was something more to him -- something strange and unusual in his countenance. The gentle tweak in the corner of his mouth, silently speaking his curiosity and entertainment with her actions; the way his eyes would dully flicker with interest and excitement, like a predator teasing its prey.
Word Challenge: Church - FallAll she could do is pray. Try to scream the desperate plea for divine intervention in her mind; her lungs failing to spare oxygen for spoken words as they struggled to sustain themselves.Word Challenge: Church - Fall3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was too late to turn back, too late to apologize and too late to escape.
Running was futile. She knew it, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Human instinct for self preservation refused to let her slow in her fierce run and wouldn't let her look back to see if the hulking forms of the men who wanted her dead would show like silhouettes in the darkness of the forest.
Her bare feet pounded like thunder against the mulch-y forest floor, ignoring the sharp jabs of pain that burst in her feet as they connected with rocks, thorns and sticks alike, setting her flesh ablaze with pain as it ripped the fair skin to blooded pieces. But she didn't allow the pain to convince her mind otherwise, instead fighting the battle in her mind to pu
The Lone Courier: Chapter 9The Tops had high ceilings, large expansive rooms and lively music playing over the speakers with friendly chatter echoing through the building. It was bright, fun and, as Carson said, classy. It seemed complete in a way -- even though it could use a paint job, and from the outside, was obviously missing a large part of the highest floor -- but it seemed whole and civilized.The Lone Courier: Chapter 93 years ago in Humor More Like This
She had thought Rivet City was amazing in comparison to the rest of DC, but the entirety of Rivet City only showed as an old shack against just the Tops, let alone New Vegas.
But there was an undercurrent of something. An aura in the place. Like there was something just beneath the surface that shouldn't be explored. It made her uneasy - or rather, uneasy-er.
"Hey, hey, babydoll. Welcome to the Tops Casino and Hotel." A man from behind the front desk greeted Lone, "I'm going to have to ask you to ha
Color to SimplicityChell coughed breathlessly as all the air was forced from her lungs; a sound nearly drowned out by the loud, unnerving, rattle of the metal beneath her. Aged and unattended, the thin, weak, metal catwalk underneath her stunned body, trembled violently and cried from the abrupt weight that crashed against it.Color to Simplicity3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chell laid flat on her back, the cold, neglected metal pressed against her bare arms, sending a chill through her as her mind wheeled from the impact and her lungs stretched across what seemed an impossible void, for the oxygen that eluded her.
For seconds, she coughed and gasped as her mind came full circle and engaged. The first thought clawed to the forefront of her mind and made her heart jump was, 'Where is the portal gun?' The thought of dropping it in the fall made the faintest of breaths she had gained, catch in her throat. Her head shot up just as her hand tightened around what she saw to be gun, still clu
The Lone Courier: Chapter 2Damn. It was the only constant thing resonating through her mind; whereas every other thought was traveling faster than she could process.The Lone Courier: Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is it? Where is it now? How well armed is it? Do I have enough ammo? Damn! How big is it? How fast is it? Could I outrun it? Damn! What kind of weapon does it have? How could I not have noticed it sooner? Damn! How could I be so stupid? Could it kill me? Damn!
She shifted her legs slowly, loosening and untangling them from each other as she let her index finger slowing slip over the warm metal trigger of her assault rifle. Letting it mold around the metal piece until it was poised and ready to act on a moments notice.
Her mind scrambled for an explanation or some sort of idea she could go on. The thought of a Super Mutant flashed in her mind. She had seen Super Mutant
The Lone Courier: Chapter 7And there it was; the signature and unmistakable form of Dinky the Dinosaur jutting up from its more rural, but still secluded surroundings. It towered above them, the faded green paint chipped away until it showed almost brown, and, all considered, it was surprisingly well kept. The dinosaur statue was in full view as the railroad connected to the highway and took them past the town of Novac.The Lone Courier: Chapter 73 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Courier couldn't help but admire the statue in its surviving state. For that fact, she was always a bit awestruck whenever she saw something pre-war that was still intact. Perhaps living in the Capital had conditioned her into thinking the whole world was in ruins, -- which for the most part, it was -- but traveling across the country, she had encountered a few surviving relics of the old world. Little things like Dinky the Dinosaur brought a touch of civility to the Wastes.
She found herself just as amused as the
ShakingRipples and tremors settle over her body as her muscles contract and tighten out of instinct. A pressure closes in around her lungs and throat, constricting her already shaking and trembling breaths as the intensity of the cold channels into the tightness that closes around her. She's shaking violently, unable to command or will her body to still and unable to force the warmth to spread from her core and end the sharp pain that settles over her skin.Shaking3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If she closes her eyes, she can still hear the deafening crash and rush as her mind flashes with the frightening images. All she has to do is let her eyes slip shut and suddenly her world explodes back into the thunderous rush around her, the dull scream escaping her throat and the helplessness that settles into where oxygen once stayed. Her eyes whip open from the violent memory, her heart pounding and her breath coming harder, making her shaking worsen.
She has to stay awake, is what she decide
The Lone Courier: Chapter 4They set up camp for a few hours that night, but neither of them slept. Just sat around the fire Carson had built in relative silence. Carson said they would reach Dead Wind the next day. That meant they'd need their strength and they needed to be fully alert, but neither slept. They just rested their tired and sore bodies, sat and looked into the fire.The Lone Courier: Chapter 44 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As soon as the sun began to rise, so did they; continuing their trek across the desert.
It was around 11:00am, according to the Courier's PipBoy, when Carson stopped.
"Right up there." He pointed to the towering rock formation about two-hundred yards ahead of them, "Dead Wind."
As she studied it, she found that she couldn't identify anything other then rock. No door or entrance. But after a second thought, she realized it would probably be small and tucked away, like the Deathclaw Sanctuary's door had been.
"Don't let the outside fool you. It's a lot more excit
The Lone Courier: Chapter 5"Oh my God." Carson nearly whispered, his eyes locked on the blood streaming down her back.The Lone Courier: Chapter 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
She stumbled and he impulsively reached for her, catching her arm and helping her to her knees as her legs gave out abruptly.
Suddenly, everything in the Courier just wanted to roll up into a fetal position and pray for the pain to stop, or at least lessen, but every time she moved or her spine bent, the bleeding flesh around it screamed for stillness. Her breath was shaky just like her hands -- that were still bursting with adrenaline.
She had to get control of herself. She couldn't sit here and drift into oblivion. She tried to push back the pain and what it coaxed her to do. She knew from experience she had to not panic. Stay in control.
Carson glanced at her face to see it etched with complete misery; her eyebrows furrowed, her forehead creased and her lips pursed into a tight line, obviously restraini
The Lone Courier: Chapter 3"So... Do we have a deal?" Carson asked, extending a hand to her.The Lone Courier: Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She looked at him, studying his features for a moment. He stared back, looking as though he might say, 'It's now or never.'
He looked trustworthy to her. And besides pointing a gun at her, he hadn't given her a reason not to trust him. His explanation for that seemed logical and, in all honesty, she probably would have done the same.
But she still didn't like it. She didn't want to have to follow this man she just met into a Deathclaw breeding ground. She didn't want to be forced into trusting, or at least relying, on someone on a split decision. But she honestly didn't see a better avenue. Sure, now she knew which way New Vegas was, but he was right, it didn't much matter unless she had an idea of what she was walking into. She would risk it if she had more ammo, or at least enough water to last her, but she didn't.
The Lone Courier: Chapter 8"From where you're sitting, this must look like an 18-karat run of bad luck. But truth be told..." The Man-In-The-Checkered-Suit's voice is smooth and calm. Almost comforting. But she isn't fooled, she knows this isn't going to turn out well.The Lone Courier: Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She tries to speak, but chokes on the gag shoved halfway down her throat, making the raw and sore feeling intensify. Her mind seems hazed and unclear. She feels a faint ache in the back of her head and something small and warm trailing down the side of her face.
He raises his pistol slowly and it aligns with her head. Confirming her fears more then his words already did.
Stop! No! I didn't do anything!
Her words catch in her throat with the panic that rises inside her. Her heartbeat is so fast and so hard, she wonders if it's what's shaking the ground and causing her vision to blur.
Her wide eyes stare down the hard, steel barrel as every brain cell scrambl
The Lone Courier: Chapter 6With her helmet resting in her hands, the Courier turned and examined it carefully as she debated whether she should take it or not.The Lone Courier: Chapter 63 years ago in Humor More Like This
It wasn't very thick, meaning it wouldn't hold up against anything bigger or stronger then a 9mm or 10mm round. So combat efficiency was out of the question.
The visor helped keep some of the dirt and sunlight out of her eyes, but she was starting to feel clostriphobic in the small, stifling helmet. She wasn't sure if she could put up with that for long.
It looked pretty nice when her jacket hood was pulled overtop of it, but her jacket soaked in blood and torn to shreds, so she wouldn't be bring that either. Fashion sense is a rarity in the Wasteland anyways.
Honestly, the reason for leaving it behind that was holding the most weight in her mind, was that it was too damn hot. She wasn't sure if it was because of the desert heat or because she had a fever, but she still didn't want to pack the extra
The Ankh Part II - A Royal InvitationWhen Averroes opened the little ivory chest he kept on his desk Altaïr's eyes gleamed at the sight of its contents.The Ankh Part II - A Royal Invitation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wittingly or not, the scholar had followed the old Assassin tradition of hiding in plain sight, leaving such a coveted object as the Apple in his study, inside a box that was dusted, polished and moved around by unknowing servants almost every day.
A soft glow began to exude from the sphere when the Assassin took it in his hands, almost like a tamed beast purring of contentment for being reunited with its master. Altaïr didn't look less satisfied for having it back. Maria watched, her lips pressed tight in disapproval, as his fingers followed every crease on the sphere surface, turning it round gently, almost as if making sure every little detail he had engraved in his mind was still there.
"It looks like a toy a nobleman would give his son," Averroes said in a whisper. Somehow, he always felt the need to lower his voice in the presence of the artefact, perhaps
The Ankh Part IV - De ProfundisThe Andalusian winters were as unpredictably cold as the summers were expectedly hot.The Ankh Part IV - De Profundis3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Only too often would shepherds and travellers find themselves in the middle of a blizzard that had suddenly descended from the nearby mountains, leaving them helplessly lost in the white mist, so close to the city that they could see its flickering lights and so far away they could freeze trying to reach it.
The rulers of Cordoba had thus generously built a number of small sheds spread through the woods and the foot of the mountain to prevent that from happening. Each shelter had simple commodities, such as a table and stools, and a cot with some blankets. They were regularly stocked with water and dried fruits, as well as wood for the fireplace. Modest as they were, these assets were as welcomed by stranded pilgrims and hunters as the dinner table of a king.
On that particular moonless night, one of the sheds was not harbouring the hunter, but the hunted.
Averroes could barely recall how they had esc
Hajja FatimaHajja Fatima sighed of relief when she saw the cart she was expecting for hours enter the main gate of her house.Hajja Fatima4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She estimated her guests would arrive in the middle of the night, but the moon kept rising in the sky and no news of them. Finally, at first light, a servant came rushing into the drawing room where she was wearing out the floor from walking in circles to announce the sentinels had seen them on the path leading to house.
She hurried outside as fast as her 70-year-old legs permitted and covered her mouth with her hand, mumbling a prayer, when she saw the cart coming to a halt and an Assassin jumping out of the back carrying a lifeless girl on his arms.
"By the beard of the Prophet, what happened?" the Hajja exclaimed, breathless.
Malik greeted her with a slight bow. His face and robes were covered in dust from the journey.
"Forgive us for keeping you worried, Hajja Fatima" he said, "but things didn't go exactly according to plan. She is much worse than w
The BasketThe BasketThe Basket4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For so long had her eyes been trapped in that dark humid cell the low sun light almost blinded her when she stepped into the square. The pain brought her to tears - or was it despair - and more than see them, she guessed a crowd that had gather to witness yet another execution.
Eyes squinting, she could discern little but blurred shapes of people, although she could hear them shout, laugh, cry out obscenities as the prison guards led her pass them.
At that moment, the herald announced the main attraction for that evening:
'Citizens of Acre, for her crimes against the people, against the King and against God, Maria Thorpe was sentenced to death by decapitation. You will all stand witness of justice being done".
The roar of the crowd made Maria tremble as she was pushed up the execution platform. Wearing the coarse grey tunic of the damned, her face was covered in dirt and dry blood. Her dark hair, usually neatly braided around her head, was falling down her back like a
The Ankh Part I - AverroesThe Andalusian sun was unforgiving at high noon. Throughout the golden plains the ground undulated under the heat waves rising from the scorching soil and the vertical shade of the scattered olive trees offered little refuge for any soul crossing the land. Of course there was none to be seen. Even animals knew that was the time of day to take shelter in the coolness of their holes at the expense of their lives if they didn't; it was either being boiled alive by the heat or hunted by the wild hawks that circled the open, blue skies.The Ankh Part I - Averroes4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The courtyard of the house of Muhammad ibn Rushd was thus completely empty when two riders, wrapped in travel cloaks covered in dust, entered the main gates.
"Anyone there?" one of the horsemen cried out.
His reply was silence. A lazy dog lying in the shade of the well in the centre of the stone paved patio lifted his head, stretched his paws and went back to sleep, ignoring them. Around the square shaped yard, on the ground and upper balcony, all doors and
Twitter TipsHi printscommunity!,Twitter Tips3 years ago in DeviantArt Announcements More Like This
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