Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part1Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roxanna looked out over the streets, watching all the little people scurry by. She was just high enough to see over a few roofs. That was hardly enough for her. She wished they were kept up at the top of the Acropolis, so that she might look down upon all of Athens and watch it squirm. Dionysus and his followers weren't deserving of such status in the wise city. No, that belonged only to Athena and the "good" gods. Instead, they were left to scrape away at the sides of the hill with the various other stadiums and theaters and minor temples. Even this great white city of learning owed it all to them, though. The maenad sulked, having ruined her good mood with geography yet again.
Even as she pouted down at the Athenian morning, no one would have argued that Roxanna was a sight to behold. It's not every day that one might catch a glimpse of a maenad peering out from the columns of the Temple of Dionysus during the morning commute. Her sleepy yellow eyes glittered like a cat's, but the fi
Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part2Ivy and Wine: First Sip -part23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Step two," Dionysus began as he lead Aster out into the cella again, "is probably going to take a while, but it's also fun. Maybe not as fun as step one was." He winked.
Aster blushed furiously, still not quite processing everything that had just happened and was continuing to happen around her.
They emerged through the maze of columns to find that the temple's inner sanctum had taken on a much more lively and festive air since they left it. The little satyr band was playing off in their corner and had been joined by several more of their kind, who'd wandered in from the forests for the occasion. A few nymphs were scattered about them, perhaps the dates of the goat men lucky enough to trick them into coming along. Aster's soon to be former co-workers, the other priestesses, were already dancing and laughing near the image of their god. Pan was still there, of course, and seemed to be enjoying the show. Plenty of vessels full of wine were already much in presence, even if it was only e
The Aasimar and the GenasiThe Aasimar and the Genasi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Genasi," the woman addressed her, "you've forgotten your manners. You're in the presence of nobility..."
Tóra wanted to slap her; wanted to leap across the smooth, oaken table between them and smack her pale hand across the woman's pretty, gold-hued face. Her name was Hild Ramphael; Lady Hild Ramphael, to the people of that isle. They called her the Sword of Lathander, the defender of the righteous, but Tóra imagined that title was derived more from pomp than from anything she herself had done. Dressed in a fine cotton gown that was such a bright shade of orange it made Tóra want to squint, Hild, though of a slightly bigger build than herself, had the delicate features of an angel and a naive confidence about her that spoke of an easy life; one in which she was used to winning. Her hair was shimmering and corn-yellow, and piled on top of her head in a shape that reminded the warrior of a fancy beehive, and the gold jewelry around her arms and neck clashed brillia
Camelia chapter 1CameliaCamelia chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 The Innocent One
"Tell us a story!" Demands a golden haired girl.
Her cheeks puffed with apparent displeasure. Her shining blue eyes glimmer in the firelight. A chair shifts slightly when a young woman sighs tiredly. She has large silvery wings. The right has a horrible scar marring its beauty. Her hair is of the moons' light, long and flowing.
"Alright dear. What kind of story do you want to hear?" Yawns the woman rocking in her chair slightly.
"An exciting story." Replies another child her hair crimson almost like the flames in the fireplace. Her flesh is bronzed to the point that it looks slightly red.
"But how will you ever get to sleep if you are excited?"
"We will go to sleep when it is done. Just tell us a story." Scoffs the child on the bed. Her head squirms with life. She has skin slimy and slick like an eel's.
"You should be nicer to mommy." Says another with a purple scale sticking out of her forehead. Her eyes are serpent like, one is purple and the other
Bleach: The Land of Hyrule 2Chapter 2: The TriforceBleach: The Land of Hyrule 23 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo and Rukia wake up in a mysterious field, behind them was a collection of trees, a forest. At the entrance to the woods, there was a girl, crouched under one of the trees. She had brownish-blonde hair, wore a white blouse and orange shorts. She stared at the field with a certain look in her eye, that type of look which meant that she longed for someone, someone dear to her, someone who had formed an important part in her life. Who was that girl? Who was she longing for?
"Hey, Ichigo, do you think she knows something?" Rukia asked
"I don't know, let's find out" Ichigo responded.
Ichigo and Rukia walk towards the girl.
"Hey, do you know where we are?" Rukia asked.
"Oh! Newcomers! Welcome to Hyrule! Right now, you are in Faron Province!" The girl said with a kind smile.
"Oh! By the way! My name is Ilia! Nice to meet you! What are your names?"
Bleach: The Land of Hyrule 1Chapter 1: The BeginningBleach: The Land of Hyrule 13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In Karakura Town, three years after defeating Aizen, Ichigo Kurosaki heads to his room and lays in his bed after a long day at school, Chizuru hitting on Orihime, Tatsuki beating Chizuru to death, Keigo with his special greeting, Keigo overreacting, all the usual.
But what's been bothering him is that for the last three months, he kept having this unusual dream about a barren, bleak, bloodshed land. The sky was blood red, the clouds were pitch black, and there was blood all over the land, where there was death, and only death, as if hope had abandoned the land. Corpses everywhere, not a single drop of life to be found, the only drops being the blood that dripped from the blade the man standing in the middle of that wasteland held in his right hand, a blade that dripped the lives taken by it, a blade that dripped death, despair, and darkness themselves. That man was covered in black armor, his blade a
Titan Magic Ch. 11: The General's GreatcoatTitan Magic Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tonight, no matter what the voice said, Madeleine Lavoie would not listen to it, she would not sympathize with it and, most importantly, she would not obey it. She gripped her sheets in tight fists and promised herself tonight would be different. These affirmations had become the bedtime prayer she repeated every night, while her mother extinguished the gas lamps and her brother tied her hands and feet to her bedposts.
The restraints were for her own good. Maddy understood that well enough. How could she expect to survive in the world, if she ever managed to escape? She was the secret disgrace of her family. Her mother refused to bring her out into society, not for cruelty's sake, but to spare Maddy the humiliation of failing to attract a suitor, wealthy as the Lavoie family was. "Madeleine the Mute" was what people called her when they were being kind; they called her "Madeleine the Mad" when they were not. They were right.
To ward off her loneliness,
The White- Chapter TwoThe WhiteThe White- Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything about my body was sore and aching, but I managed to rouse myself for the day's work. Quietly, I moved through items that I had not yet managed to unpack, fishing through to find a few pieces of my own clothing. A skirt, consisting of thick strips of heavy cloth that hung from my hips on a shaped band was the first one I found. Each long strip, which dragged about my feet as I walked, had embroidery creeping up its length. My mother and I had done the embroidery, and I paused a moment to remember those fond moments.
I slipped into it and bound my breasts in similar cloth: a thick binding across my chest. I wore no necklace that day, but instead layered my wrists with silver bracelets, all different thicknesses and designs. All the while, I tried to ignore the aching in my legs and hips, the remnants of my marriage bed. I knew that I would feel the pain for several days, but it was nothing to worry about. I had become a woman the previous night, and the ache
The Landlord: Jaicobh MacDaedeThe LandlordThe Landlord: Jaicobh MacDaede3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Ailineighdaeth in Frewyn and there was the usual holiday revelry about the Tyferrim square. There was song from the Church, traditional dancing at the assembly hall, fare and festivity to be shared, blessings to be given, lights to be lit and stars to be observed. It was during the carousing of the early evening that Jaicobh MacDaede, who made his rare appearance in the square for the time of year, noticed a young woman of upright figure and long, dark hair walking with six boys trailing behind her and one baby girl nested in her arms. He recognized the woman as one of his tenants who lived on a small farmstead in the east of Tyferrim, and though the land she was given was fair and fit for plantation Jaicobh had recently heard of an illness prevailing her husband, leaving her to tend the lands on her own. He was conscious of the illness being a small fever that was circul
Bleach: The Land of Hyrule 3Chapter 3: New World, New ThingsBleach: The Land of Hyrule 33 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Ichigo and Rukia are exploring Faron Province, Ichigo begins to wonder something.
"It's strange..." Ichigo said
"What?" Rukia asked, confused.
"That girl..." Ichigo said.
"She saw us...." Ichigo said.
Rukia is a bit shocked, but did not make a sound.
"You're right. Now that you mentioned it, we did go into Soul Reaper form when we came here. that girl was able to see us as clearly as daylight, as if we were normal people!" Rukia commented.
"Speaking of which, I thought I had lost my Soul Reaper powers when I defeated Aizen, so why am I a Soul Reaper now?" Ichigo wondered.
Ichigo suddenly notices a fire arrow headed straight towards Rukia.
"Rukia! Watch out!" Ichigo yelled.
Ichigo ran towards Rukia to push her our of the arrow's path, saving her, but landing flat on the ground in the process.
"You fool! What was that for!" Rukia yelled.
Ichigo pointed at the fire-lit arrow on the ground that tried to hit Rukia.
5 - Say What?Kathlee5 - Say What?4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I've always had a thing for mythology. I liked the aspect of it being not of this world and that I could go to it whenever I felt like this world was becoming too much. But that's what's great about mythology and fantasy: it's not real
Or so I thought
I looked at what I saw and just couldn't believe my eyes.
Sitting on a wooden chair next to a busted water pump was a merman flipping pages back and forth in a book. I think it was the manual to the water pump but I know that creature was a merman. The merman finally found what he was looking for and reached into a tool box that was next to him and grabbed a wrench. He beat on the outside of the water pump for a moment and the whole slate fell off and sprayed him with water.
"Ugh!" he yelled as he pushed his hands into the gushing water.
The water was blocked but his hands wouldn't be able to hold the space blocked for long. He shook his head, his long, curly brown hair spraying water
The Ohm Ch.1-Conversation-ConversationThe Ohm Ch.1-Conversation3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fear is something that consumes all humans who live in this war ridden society. How I envy those who are part of this bloodied mess of a world " A figure was watching all the citizens below who were endowed in the crimson moonlight, while speaking to two other individuals. His voice was harsh and malignant. The roof top from which all of them had surfaced seemed as if it had been made to be a pillar to the heavens themselves! Their view was magnificent, at least through the holes that allowed themselves to be cleared through the clouds that surrounded the tower on all sides of its peak.
From a glint of the red moonlight that reflected the clouds, another figure that was revealed having played a violin that poured beauty through every single note. The figure almost shivered with every sweep; every tug at the strings that sent chills through the air. Even the figure with the malignant could not have helped but felt moved, though, he did not show it.
The Quest TG - Chapter 1The Quest TG - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 Four Directions
Koral's scream echoed in her head as she passed out. Slowly, like falling night, the hot light faded. She woke when the last of the burning behind her eyes had gone. Her mouth tasted full of bitter weeds. Coughing them back, she tilted her head up. More and more grass. Koral groaned and rubbed at her eyes. She really wanted that cigarette now.
Picking away at remnants of weeds, she tried to look around further. From her perspective, she should've been able to see at least a couple backstops and some portable buildings. But all she could see was endless grass. She turned a bit, figuring she was just facing the wrong way.
As much as she turned, all was grass. Koral gave a serious squint and murmured, "What the hell stupid grass " When she tried to get up, the grass had a bit of revenge for that comment, as she slipped on a moist, slick patch and plopped on her back.
Huffing, her second effort was successful as she stood t
4 - Curiouser and CuriouserKathlee4 - Curiouser and Curiouser4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
After being in the Angler household for a week, I decided that the middle triplet -the very tall and kind of out of place, Christopher- was the sweetest of all three. Even though he seemed a bit childish, he was always considerate and kind to me and liked to touch my belly. Killian -the supposed oldest of the triplets- seemed to be different than the way he had been when I was with him. Here at home, he was more serious and kind of acted like he had a superiority complex (maybe it was because he was so short?). The youngest of the triplets, Joseph, acted like a fairy and I wasn't quite sure what his sexuality was. He was goofy and childish though and I think he had Peter Pan syndrome He was also the only one I could tell out of the rest because he wore glasses.
I could have left the atmosphere like that but there was something coldly stoic about Killian and abnormally jolly about Joe. They usually kept more to themselves or were together, acting more like close
Tale 4: Lace UmbrellaI never knew her name, nor anything about her. I held her high in my heart, harbouring an unintrusive tenderness, never telling her a thing about it, never intending to. I waited until, maybe, one day she'd glance at me. She never did.Tale 4: Lace Umbrella3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was there on rainy afternoons, waiting endlessly in the bus stop, a parasol made of black lace held elegantly over her head. An oval, perfect Asian face, sparkling black eyes. I--You know, she never noticed me. But I always noticed her. I was fascinated from a distance by her bare, slender, white arms and her graceful profile, dark against a cloudy sky. Who was she, I wondered. What was she doing in this Europe, wearing a long, black dress, holding that parasol? I pictured a thousand lives for her. An actress. A cosplayer. An exiled noble, never fitting in our world. A slave. A wife. A madwoman. She was... well, I only had two certainties about her. She was beautiful. And she was dead. Maybe that's why the weather didn't bother her. But it bot