Unravelled - A Brief IntroductionThe warm summer sun hovered over the sprawling metropolis of Piltstown, brightening the Sunday afternoon for the civilians below. The city was calm, the few people out that day either heading out to lunch or back to work, and the day generally had a very positive vibe to it.
While the day felt positive to most, with a essentially no crime and clear skies, to some it was rather boring. The police on patrol could do nothing but enjoy their lunch and nap while they weren't lazily driving about, and a large faint shadow made it clear that another particular person was disappointed in the day as well.
Hovering in the sky at about the same level as the tops of the skyscrapers was a humanoid figure, black to the observers below that happened to look up in the direction of it. Its feminine shape was near-lifeless as it slowly passed over the streets, the only motion being its head moving from side to side.
The owner of the figure, a young female superhero called "Unravelled", was scanning the
Playing With One's FoodPlaying With One's Food2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I write these words with tears depleting from my bloodshot eyes, by the dim light of the stars and the moon, upon a piece of paper I managed by luck to find. My efforts have been more than human nature would normally allow, yet the results are not as I predicted, favorable. I've not slept in days, and I now hide from what I pray are mere hallucinations brought about my forced insomnia. I never knew how utterly terrifying this journey would become, nor could I have ever predicted it. To whomever finds this note, chances are that it's far too late for you.
He begins with the sleep, and uses that as a means to make you more of the likes of a beast. It is for whatever reason, that this fancies him and his desire...it matters not where you hide, you cannot stay there for long...he can smell you, hear you, feel your very being from quite some distance.
The mind of a human is his most favored plaything...he will warp and tease it with the likes of starvation, dehydration
Mists of AvalonMists of Avalon4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I do not own the rights to any of the characters that appear in my little story. Now I do not claim I can tell a story nearly as well as J.K. Rowling (if I could I'd be a millionaire). The best I can do is all I can offer. I hope that you will be entertained.
Mists of Avalon Pt. 1
Story: Kim West
Editing: Autumn Winters
It was a dark and stormy night. Evil filled the night air, making even the bravest of men think twice about venturing forth into its depths. Vile magic brewed up this billowing
SmileLook at your smileSmile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its as bright as the sun,
one look at it
and everyone is in love.
It's so beautiful and frail
is that even fair?
But just look at my smile
its as dark as the night,
one look and everyone
flees with fright.
Why do you have a better smile
Is it because I no longer have light
I envy your smile
I want it so bad,
but deep down inside
I know that won't happen because
my smile was meant
to be a silent tragedy.
Genre, Oh GenreGenre, Oh Genre2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shame befalls me, for what the muses inspire.
Is such the magnet of my psyche? Such dreadful words from pen to paper?
I question not my sanity, only the purposes for which
such written things flow from me, as to what message is to be sent...
Though dedication fills me to the brink, so does a constant curiosity...
overflowing to the shores of embarrassment.
Shame befalls me, but I write as a messenger, and my muses come from Above,
where even dreaded words are sometimes called for.
A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)A Walk With the Poet- Canto I(Pilot)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still and standing was I,
at the middle of my journey.
Lost between the right and the wrong.
Forgetful as to the actions that
brought me to such a place as this...
The outskirts of some abandon ruin,
External, the metropolis
from which I had come.
Above me the ruins stood,
looking down upon me...
Upon the desolation in my eyes
which did stare.
What amount of distraught came to me!
I knew no amount of control in this place.
An occurrence so similar to some sort of nightmare.
To what extent is this my current reality?
To what cause is the reason behind,
my presence within these shambles of a past.
At the entrance to my ears,
the blowing dust and ash...
calling me from all directions.
From the shadows did I hear the bellow of some beast...
And from my chest, the beat of my fearful heart...
Beating breath after breath from my dry mouth...
The growling carried on...
past the blowing dust and into my dreading ears,
And emerged the beast from the dust shrouded dark.
Its heads were three,
An Open Curtain to ExistenceAn Open Curtain to Existence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As of now, in seconds of the moment,
do gears turn behind the scenes
of a system in action of constant breath.
At the darker sides of opened curtains,
where the strings are pulled, some up some down...
manipulated, the changing set and scenery...
to each their own, the improvised choice of every actor,
specific roles without scripts...
as an ageless audience watches on.
Unravelled - The Bungee SplitsThe slide of a window, and a flash of red; a figure enters the room. The sounds of silence, then a creak of a door; the figure searches for valuables. The slide of a box, and a clink of jewellery; the figure becomes a thief. The slide of a window, and the orange light of dawn; the thief steals the night.Unravelled - The Bungee Splits3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unravelled turns over in her sleep, having experienced a long night on patrol.
* * *
Exhausted, Unravelled yawned herself awake, lifting her costumed body into the air above her bed. Rotating herself into an upright position, she slowly drifted herself down the stairs, towards the kitchen and her unprepared breakfast. She was only planning something small, like a bowl of cereal or some toast; enough to have the energy for the day, but not enough that she'd feel full during her morning shift.
She opened the pantry. Cocoa puffs... Cornflakes... nothing in there that she was interested in eating. With a sigh, she retired back upstairs to prepare for the shift ahead while she was st
The 7 Most Terrifying Archaeological DiscoveriesIndiana Jones, eat your heart out. Seriously.The 7 Most Terrifying Archaeological Discoveries2 years ago in Personal More Like This
No professional position, aside from perhaps police officer and horny pizza delivery boy, is more frequently misrepresented in film than archaeologist. In movies, archaeologists are all dashing figures, risking life and limb in the pursuit of knowledge while arcane artifacts and ancient traps besiege their efforts. Or else they're perpetually opening sealed, cursed tombs and stumbling into the haunted caves of unspeakable evils in the name of science. But in reality, we all know archaeology is nothing like that. Obviously.
It's way more terrifying.
#7. The Screaming Mummies
In 1886, Gaston Maspero, the head of the Egyptian Antiquities Service, was doing like he do -- just taking mummies out of their sarcophagi, unwrapping them, dictating all kinds of boring notes -- when he came across an unusually plain burial box. Unl
10 of the Grossest and Most Grotesque VampiresOoooh, this should be good.10 of the Grossest and Most Grotesque Vampires2 years ago in Personal More Like This
10 of the Grossest and Most Grotesque Vampires from Folklore
by Lauren Davis
Vampires get a bad rap in modern Western media for being too pretty. And while there are tons of folkloric vampires who are stunningly beautiful and seductive, plenty of bloodsucking beasts are pretty darn gross. From vampires who let their intestines show to those who vomit up their victims, here are 10 vampires you won't want to date.
The floating head and entrails vampires: Southeast Asia laughs at your pointy-toothed walking corpses. Many cultures have truly horrifying vampires that consist of a flying head still attached to its spine and intestines. The Malaysian Penanggalan is an intact woman by day and a segmented monster by night, her disembodied organs twinkling in the darkness like fireflies. Thailand's Krasue is a similar monster, one who will feed on feces and carrion if blo
Reflection of the DeityReflection of the Deity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mirror stares blankly to the south,
and a hand wipes away the ash and dust that cover its face.
Like an opening curtain to a horror story,
A past left behind bellows with painful moans.
The mirror trembles, as the billows of smoke
are forged out of the old born antagonism.
A single tear descends from the watchful
eye of the Beholder, just before the mirror cracks.
The many faces now stare off into many directions,
yet much of the Smokey billows remain in sight.
Ever Growing OrihimeOrihime gasped from either shock or pain probably both. She was trapped in an alley with the enemy Hollow drawing closer. Orihime clutched her side, blood oozing from the wound the beast had given her. Out of sheer fear, she ran as fast as she could just to get away from the powerful Hollow; but soon, she reached a dead end and had no escape route once again.Ever Growing Orihime6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Anybody there?" the creepy voice of the Hollow called out, obviously enjoying the chase. "Don't worry, I'm going to eat you quickly. A painless death for you and a delicious soul for me to enjoy for lunch today! Hahahahaha!"
Orihime slumped to the dirty alley floor and looked around wide-eyed, hoping for something that could help fend off the Hollow in any way. Out of the corner of her left eye, Orihime saw something unusual behind a trashcan that caught her attention. Orihime picked up the strange object and examined it; it was a small, toy-like gun, completely painted black with faded teal letters written on it.
Housemates The whole thing started with an ad online. I was looking for a place to live, and I found a woman with a place that she couldn't afford to rent by herself. I took a look at the place, and it was pretty nice. Full facilities, good neighborhood, the whole deal. She would have preferred a female housemate, and I'm usually leery about moving in with strangers, so it wasn't exactly an ideal situation for either of us, but she was coming down to the wire on funds, and I really needed a place to lay down roots. We swallowed our objections and shook hands, and I settled in.Housemates3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cohabitation was awkward for the first few weeks, but I coped by avoiding contact with my new housemate as much as possible, in an effort to solve the problem by ignoring it. I'm a freelance software engineer with a few corporate contracts in the works, and I prefer to work from home. I also do some game coding on the side, my attempt to break into an industry I actually enjoy, so I work
Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.Recollection-Chapter 1:The Hills are nothing new.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Normally...Journeys...quests...the idea of a purpose upon an unknown path...they always have some sort of ending...the story ends, and the reader is finished. It is rather hard for the reader to move on to another story when the writer is all but mortal.
I was once mortal, like all humans on this Earth, but fate has always had a harassing sense of purpose with me, before and after the Great War. These words will be of the roads fate has placed my old feet upon. There is so much to tell with the memory I have...However, I primarily write this to maintain any bit of sanity I may have left in mind...Lucidity is quite the difficult thing to hold onto to in a time of madness. I only ask that you do not take what is written here lightly, as much of what is to follow could very well teach the reader a great many things. Yet as always, one must remember that life goes on and its hills will keep coming...but in the end, the hills are nothing new to the mind t
Amazing Evolving Woman Concept (Scrapbook Entry)Story Outline / Character Concept - The Incredible Evolving Woman!Amazing Evolving Woman Concept (Scrapbook Entry)8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(This is an outline of a story that could someday be written by me. It will obviously contain spoilers for said story, although I'm sure a lot of things would be potentially drastically different in the final version. If you don't want to be spoiled, then turn away!)
The idea is fairly simple - the main growing female character would have undergone an experimental treatment that allows her body to adapt to anything. The initial hook would likely be something along the lines of an accident that left her paralyzed for life, or perhaps something even more serious like cancer.
Going with the paralysis for the sake of outlining:
- It would start with a large emphasis on how secretive and untested the procedure is. Perhaps her husband/lover is a medical researcher who breaks company protocol to put her through the treatment. Alternatively,
- The procedure is, of cou
Such a Truth that was Never ToldSuch a Truth that was Never Told2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such is true, yet nothing new,
That all debates should cease with compromise.
A halt has come, to the blind & dumb,
That even the sons believe their father's lies.
Truth never to be found, by the dead blood hound,
That the hunter without food, dies.
That founding father rolls in his grave, as patriots misbehave,
Dancing in the excrement that each of them buys.
Was never there a history to be told? A perfect perception to be told?
There was it warped, in none but a fools eyes....
Never again does memory remain, only to change unto disdain.
Fate walks among us, in tears and disguise.
Told were only lies by our Hermes, myths and false stories.
The cycle only carries on in repetitive disguise.