ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, w
Jove (DD Character Background)Jove (DD Character Background)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Jove grew up in an Eladrin civilization known as Daranith. He was very young when a war broke out between Daranith and a Drow society. It was caused by the Eladrin building a statue of Elios on top of an undercity that belonged to the Drow for centuries. The Eladrin military failed, and the Drow consumed their society. His father Hadarin died fighting the Drow and his mother, after finding out about his father's death, took her son and ran away from Daranith. A human male found them on the outskirts of a human colony known as Talara, and decided to take them in. His name was Ralnod and he was a master of the lute. Jove's mother Al
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus s
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
What we makeWhat we make A Jameron fanfictionWhat we make3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The jeep whooshed through the empty road, leaving the buzz of Los Angeles behind for good. It was a warm day, the sun shining brightly on a perfect blue sky, the silence of the road disturbed only by the hum of the car's engine and the occasional cry of a bird flying overhead. Tomorrow, all of this will be gone, reduced to a nuclear wasteland. Tomorrow, Judgment Day shall tear the world apart as he knew it but not as she knew it.
- What is our mission? Cameron asked as John cut off the engine and opened the door to step outside. Before he could courteously open the door for her, she was
The John Connor memoiresMy mother always used to talk about the future. She told me stories on how a mind we can't understand rises from a simple computer to the destroyer of Mankind. She and others, be they either friends or mortal foes, told me what the future'll be like: nuclear wastelands, ruins on more ruins, bleached skulls... and Machines. Machines everywhere, on land, sea and air, dedicated to killing each and every human being, no more, no less.The John Connor memoires3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They told me I am to become the one who leads Mankind to the final victory against the Machines. You yourself have told me what it really means to be John Connor. But neither Mom, nor you told what it means to be h
Belial - J'aimais une fille...Belial - J'aimais une fille...10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
J'aimais une fille belle comme le jour,
Le soleil, jaloux de ses cheveux
D'un geste, Bélial repoussa les lourdes tentures pendues au mur, dégageant la fenêtre au verre épais. Le soleil rasant éclaboussait d'or et de trainées sanglantes le ciel au travers, l'informant que son profond sommeil avait duré presque toute la journée. Il ne s'en étonnait guère. Sous sa chemise de lin le cuisait encore les élancements de la blessure du ventre Un rien plus fort, et Edmure lui faisait jaillir les trippes dans les mains. Penser à son frère lui crispa la mâchoir
DownfallDownfall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.