It's the Women's Heart"You surely are hard to find, aren't you, Windrider?"It's the Women's Heart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Putting the glass back on the tavern bar, Sywyn glanced at the young man who sat on the wooden stool beside him. Brown curls flickered in the firelight, and clear green eyes returned his gaze, inspecting him and looking for a reaction.
"I see you do recognize me. I must admit I really wasn't expecting so much," he said smiling, "it saves me the embarrassment of introducing myself again, at least."
The scarred elf looked away without a word, while his new companion kept staring at him with genuine curiosity.
"It's not like I thought you were going to be happy seeing me either, of course..."
No response came, and the young man just nodded peacefully, his smile still on his lips.
"You're not very talkative, I see... is it just because of me, or shall I assume you have other qualities to make up for it?"
Sywyn clenched the glass in his hand and held his breath in an effort to remain calm, teeth gritted behind pres
DefianceDefiance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"
Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"
Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being
Memories of fireThe body of the man was burning, the smell of burned flesh insistently flowing through the air, but what attracted me the most was that huge bonfire itself. Tongues of fire rose as if they wanted to join the sky and clouds. I was staring at the flames intensely, tempted to get closer and touch them, but I was taught fire was dangerous, that it could bring great pain. But the pain they talked about, I never felt it. All I felt looking at it was the desire to explore it, dominate it and let it spread.Memories of fire4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother was against all that matter, she went away enraged trying to convince me to leave that place, but I stood still there for endless minutes. The fire was opening, talked to me, and I listened. I listened to the crackling and the gushing of incandescent splinters that were almost reaching me.
Then suddenly I noticed that he was looking at me with that eye made of ice, so much in contrast to all around.
He was the one who started that fire and the moment I felt his eyes on me I unders
The Pass-Around Collab Project Alright, guys! I asked, you replied and now we're doing it! And yes, that's supposed to sound malicious.The Pass-Around Collab Project4 years ago in Personal More Like This
So, I don't know how many of you have done this before but I'm sure a lot of you have. You start a drawing and and then pass it along to others and by the end, you have this ridiculous masterpiece of ridiculousness and it makes everyone laugh hysterically and in reality, it looks like the worst thing on the planet haha. This image below is what happens when my siblings and I are stuck at a cafe and all we have is our sister's homework to doodle on:
So I want to do this with you all! There's a TON of you guys and I think we could make an epic masterpiece LOL. So what I'll do is I'll start a piece by putting some beginning line work on it and then I'm going to post it. I'll then pass it to the first person on the list and they can work on it digitally or they can print it off and work traditionally. If you work traditionall
Crows don't careCrows don't care4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She brought him water. She wasn't supposed to, just as she wasn't supposed to approach him at all, but as customary, the guards rarely opposed the Daughters of the Merciful One in their charitable deeds. They did object though, given the nature of the convicted, yet she was still admitted at the gallows, with her white tunic and the bucket of water.
She stood on a cranky stepstool to reach him, and waved away the birds perching on the wooden frame the man's outstretched arms were tied to.
"The bastard ain't dead yet," one of the guards said, "but crows just don't care bout it, I s'pose."
There was a sad irony in that, she thought.
Crows and men alike.
She helped him to drink, even though the task proved to be more difficult than expected: the man had almost no strength left to keep his head from hanging against his chest, and seemed barely able to swallow. She was patient though.
Day after day she kept coming, bringing water, and when the guards allowed her, even some bread.
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
Yet another one of those character sheets... so if you are not interested, you may rather skip this journal.Yet another one of those character sheets4 years ago in Personal More Like This
FULL NAME: Aonair Dóiteáin
MEANING: Something like "Lonely Fire".
NICKNAME: Some may call him "Ao", not many though.
ACTUAL AGE: 132 years.
RESIDENCE: Lonea Nennin.
AGE APPEARANCE: Rather young.
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: Bisexual.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
[Bullet; Yellow] KIDS: 4 daughters, 5 sons.
[Bullet; Yellow] OCCUPATION: Weapon master, executioner.
[Bullet; Yellow] HAIR COLOR: White.
[Bullet; Yellow] HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and curly.
[Bullet; Yellow] EYES COLOR: Green.
[Bullet; Yellow] HEIGHT: About 1,74 m.
[Bullet; Yellow] ABNORMALITIES(TAIL): No, none.
[Bullet; Yellow] DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): The right half of his face is covered with a huge scar he got from being bu