ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale2 years 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, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Looking DownI wish I could have seenLooking Down4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I was never the one to carry you
it was you who carried me
It is too late now
Your name is an endless stream of syllables
threatening to unravel my sanity
I can't reach the end of it quickly enough
it's all I can do to think of you
The thoughts make me hate
and that I do makes me ill
To look down upon you
was the worst that I could do
Your very presence was my anchor
to me a burden
I held onto you once
like you are leaning on me
When I could no longer bear myself
just as I lost sight of my dreams
it was you who carried me
Our two sets of footprints now are one
I promise I'll always carry you
it's too late now, but
I promise I'll never look down upon you
This porcelain will someday become cold, too
Even as the earth crumbles around us
I will never look down upon you
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 already outside the car, scrutinizing their surroundings.
- I told you, Cameron, it's not a mission. John said It's just a field trip.
- Field trips usually mean missions. she said in a voice that allowed no other truth but hers. John, however, just laughed and started to walk away from the car. Cameron followed her, not wanting
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 memoires4 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 human in this war.
The future looked like what I always imagined it to be. The only exception was that it was all real now, not phantom shapes of what's yet to come. Oh, and that when I arrived, nobody knew who the hell John Connor was. Well, I followed the old family motto and made my fate.
Of course, it wasn't so easy, convincing veterans twice or
Belial - J'aimais une fille...Belial - J'aimais une fille...1 year 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 mâchoire. Père lui a peut-être ordonné de me ramener vivant de préférence, il a une autre idée en tête en choisissant de me garder comme prisonnier. Ma tête seule charmerait d'avantage notre noble maisonnée.
Un épais cordon fiché au mur lui perm
Jove (DD Character Background)Jove (DD Character Background)2 years 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 Althena liked to sing, and later on, their music drew them together (She didn't really care for humans too much at first, but she grew fond of Ralnod with time and through music). The townspeople never knew about their relationship due to the fact that Ralnod kept to himself and lived on the outskirts of the town.
Jove was picked on and even beaten a
wade liberation warwade liberation war3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
No One Needs To KnowThere's a thousand and one things I do that concern you.No One Needs To Know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one needs to know, or care, but here are just a few.
How I'll wear just my jersey, the one with
your name on the back, to bed with me. Just so
that I can have a little piece of you holding me
as I fall asleep.
The way I'll smile when no one's looking because
your face is on my mind, and your name on my lips.
The way I'll reread our conversations of a hundred
"I love you"s.
The way I'll whisper "Goodnight, my love"
to no one but my bedroom walls.
How there's always more room and an extra pillow
in my bed, just for you.
The way I'll look at pictures of women, stomachs swollen
with another life just inside, and break into tears, wishing
it was me carrying your baby.
The daydreams I produce, all including you. Our wedding
day - you in a tux. Our first kiss, shared in the airport.
Making love in our bed. Our children's smiling faces.
How I want to lose my virginity to you. Have you be my
first, and my onl
The Slow Descent into DementiaThe Slow Descent into Dementia1 year 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.
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?