Dark Souls: The EndThe sword flew, its fiery blade cleaving the air, swinging straight for my head. Now was the time. I held up my left arm, brandishing the shield taken from one of the towering Black Knights to my left, ready to meet the oncoming blow. Black iron met burning steel in a shower of sparks and embers, as both sword and shield were pushed back. But my foe slightly stumbled back, the recoil of his attack leaving him briefly unbalanced, vulnerable. This was it. Summoning the last of my strength, I lunged forward, letting the burning furysword of Quelaag lead the way. The black, curved, insectoid blade hit home, plunging itself straight into my enemy's heart. Then I raised my leg and kicked him off, allowing him to fall to the ground. He writhed in death throes until disappearing into a mist of tiny white lights, leaving only a floating, bright flame. The absence of the flaming sword brought back the darkness of the large cavern, the only source of light being the flame that floatedDark Souls: The End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dark Souls: Before the BeginningThere was a time once.Dark Souls: Before the Beginning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anor Londo. The city of the very gods themselves. The grand capital of Lordran, home of the Lords.
There was a time, when those who wished to even set foot in this great city had to prove themselves vigorously, whether battling and defeating their peers in the battles of Stoicism, or going on a pilgrimage through the fortress of Sen, to confront Snake men, demons made of titanite, and also a giant golem made purely from iron, rumoured to have a core made from an ancient dragon.
There was a time, when despite the legends and myths behind it, every human that set foot in Anor Londo all agreed that every story was in fact an understatement. Returning champions would talk of giant soldiers, fully clad in brass armour, wielding brass shields and halberds charged with lightning. They talked of marble cathedrals and keeps, a giant painting guarded by white robed blade masters. They would talk of the Silver Knights, the chosen warriors of Gwyn, armed with a w
Tg Caption: Turned into a Girl for the Holidays"Please, Thomas, I could really use your help," Rick, my manager, pleaded.Tg Caption: Turned into a Girl for the Holidays2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No means no. I don't really like Christmas. Wouldn't it be better for someone else to do it?" I replied.
"Everybody else has already left. You're the last one who can do it. All you need to do is wear a costume and greet the kids as they sit on Santa's lap."
I shook my head. I'd been working at a mall for the last five years. Every year around Christmas time, there would be a wave of customers getting gifts. At first, it was fun, but then the constant arguing for the best deal and the bratty kids started to wear down on me. I didn't hate Christmas, but I definitely didn't enjoy it.
"I didn't want to have to do this," Rick said slowly, "but I'll pay you double for it. Make that triple. Plus, I'll take you out to a turkey dinner tonight."
My ears perked. While I wasn't the biggest fan of Christmas, I could use the money. And food. "Fine, I'll do it. Where's the stupid outfit?"
"It's in the changing room."
Dark Souls: The BeginningIt all started with a falling corpse.Dark Souls: The Beginning4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No one knows how and why....or it's more that no one remembers how and why. All anyone knows is that it all ends for you when a certain mark grows on the back of your left hand: a circle, slightly wavy in the interior. Look at it for long enough and it will seem like it's made of a dull burning flame. But that of course, would emit the least of your despair. For the mark is the Darksign, and those branded with the accursed mark is doomed to have their bodies and minds decay, first becoming undead, when the body wastes away, and then Hollow, when the mind goes too. A sad fate, to become a walking corpse, knowing nothing of who you once were, only a faceless, voiceless madness left within.
And these poor souls, whether by family, friends or anyone with fear or prejudice, would be chained to many other of the Hollowed, like cattle and led to the Northern mountains, locked up in an Asylum to await the end of the world, or die conveniently before that.
Maid Of The Year (French Maid TG Body Swap)Some people say I'm a horrible person, I say those people just don't me that well. Sure, I write transformation themed stories, but I've got a lot of heart. It's fun and relaxing for me, and I mean no harm in what I do. Besides, when I'm in the mood, I always feel willing to share the joys of transformation with those around me. Today was one of those days. You see, I had been writing my magnum opus story, I'd been prepared to finish it for a while. The problem? I had hit a major road block. I wanted this story out before New Years, so I knew I had to buckle down. I clacked my fingers against the keyboard, as I rushed to finish my work. However, the ending still greatly alluded me. What now? My ultimate body swap was almost fully completed, and yet I still had no ending to tack on. As I stood and stared at the computer, I heard the familiar clopping of black high-heeled shoes against the tiled floor. I turned to find my French maid, Rouge L'amour staring over my should while dusting myMaid Of The Year (French Maid TG Body Swap)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
New Personality TG I have been making gaming YouTube videos for over two years now. I put effort in and give my few fans what they want to see. I had 34 subscribers and each video received barely 20 views. I wanted to keep making content for the internet to enjoy, but was giving up on my gaming.New Personality TG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In hopes of finding new ways of creating more popular content, I asked my friends and family. My friends had little to say; I don't tend to get along with my classmates. I asked my siblings and cousins my age and none of them had any ideas, until I made contact with a fairly distant female cousin, Thalia. She was 3 years older than me and had a small beauty and occasional vlogging channel with nearly 3000 subscribers. I emailed her and she invited me over the following week.
She lived about 20 minutes away so I took the bus. I knocked and she hurried me inside excitedly. 'No-one's going to be around for a few hours,' She said before taking me up to her room. 'Would your parents be cool with t
Don't Examine The Coffin TG“Ugh… Why must everyone at work be such idiots!” I angrily mutter to myself as I flop down on the couch from another excruciatingly painful day at work. “I need to relieve my anger… Some nice gaming should do.” I sighed as went to turn on my 360 and plasma TV. As I sat back down on the couch I saw that 3 of my friends were playing GRAW2 and they had already shoot me a few invites to a party when I signed into XBL. “I think I’ll try some Dark Souls 2. I haven’t played that in a long time and it should be a good stress relief for destroying some rookies.” I said to myself as I booted up a digital copy of Dark Souls 2. I created a new male character and began playing the game as a knight. I quickly ran through the tutorial area and gained enough levels and decent enough gear to start PvPing when I remembered something. There was a coffin at the tutorial area that was guarded by two ogre-like creatures that I had never bothered toDon't Examine The Coffin TG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
An Email Unlike Many Others 4Erik came home, after driving around, and found his house completely empty. Parents must be out and doing something, he said as he strolled into his room, Works for me, they wont be bother me at all for a while.An Email Unlike Many Others 46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He walked over to his desk, where his computer was, and he sat down. He turned on the compute, while he adjusted his glasses, and went to the Internet when everything was downloading up. He went to his e-mail right away, since he hadnt checked his account that day. He read through a couple of e-mails and decided to check out the spam folder. There he found e-mail that said, Response from Firingwall.
He replied! Erik said, Thats good, but I got make sure that I dont accidently put his messages in the spam folder.
He clicked it open and read the text in it: Hello Evilroc1, I regret to inform you that I am unable to fulfill your request since a
Mansion Invitation (Part 7)--Part 7--Mansion Invitation (Part 7)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
LILLY: Good morning again, sleepyhead.
LILLY: Today we're going to start with another choice of outfit. Remember those choices? :3
LILLY: But I'll give you some time again. You've got until 12, remember that.
LILLY: Let me know if there's anything you want, I don't think anything you might want would be any inconvenience at all.
LILLY: Well, besides more time, of course.
You're still not used to smelling like flowers and feeling all soft when you wake up, so of course you come out of sleep disoriented. Your mind feels... Soft, and fuzzy. Bleh, you think, you're gonna have to spend a while getting used to this. Then you shake your head - no! You're not going to get used to this at all, since it'll stop soon - and clear your thoughts of any crazy ideas you're supposed to not be considering. As you do, those headphones fall off. Oh! You must have gone to sleep listening to that music, whoops.
After briefly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up, stretching
An Email Unlike Many Others 2Pascal was home alone at this house and was in his room. The 15 year old yawned as he finished reading a chapter from his book. He sighed and glanced at the computer in his room. He shrugged and said to himself, Why not? Not like anything else is going on.An Email Unlike Many Others 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He pulled out the chair from the desk where his computer was stationed on and sat down. The computer was still on and it had the Internet browser on that he left it on. With a couple of clicks and keystrokes, his e-mail account popped up. His eyes adverted to the first e-mail at the top, which was titled, Firingwall.
He smiled and said to himself, Ah, he finally responded to my e-mail. Now Ill now if hell take my request for doing a story for me.
He opened it up and read the first box of text. It read: Dear drp93, sorry about taking so long to replying to you. I am sad to report
The spirit of MarinesWhat is it in side of you?The spirit of Marines11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That makes you walk when others has drop
And when the situation seems hopeless
You keep your faith and charges forward
We fight like it's the only thing we know
We fight with honor and courage
They can take away our lives
But our fighting spirit will live on
What is given can be easily taken away
But what we earn will be keep forever
Because we know great sacrifice
Must come before great glory
You will have to give it all you got
You will struggle and feel the pain
But when it is all said and done
You are the few the proud the Marines
Dark Souls: The Four Kings of New LondoI knelt on one knee to the wet ground, my hand placed down on the intricate, glowing writing below me. In the gloom, damp darkness of the ruins around me, this alone stood out, a sign written on the soil in an ancient language I could never understand. But I still knew what it said. Written out, by white soapstone was an Undead's name, the form of a possible gateway through time and space: from another world like my own. There, another Undead like me could materialise into my world as a phantom, to aid me in battle until the Lord of that area was defeated. Simply by touching the writing, I could feel my soul touching that of the other. I could get a glimpse of this Undead, who they were, and their abilities. At this moment, I saw a figure....dressed in the purple robes of a witch, made of both cotton and feathers. A large hat was on the head, obscuring all but her lower face, revealing the elegant cheeks and lips of a young woman. In one hand was a short wooden buckler, and in the otheDark Souls: The Four Kings of New Londo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scrin Study Part 1Scrin StudyScrin Study Part 14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Scrin are a strange form of sentient life, organized in a way similar to some kinds of Earth insects, such as ants, but with far more complex castes. One can only imagine how they came to be what they are, though their apparent expertise on genetic alteration of Tiberium-based lifeforms may play a part of it.
The Scrin cannot be studied as one race, due to the extreme variations between the various sects (castes) that they are organized in. However, each sect has certain racial similarities that allows one to identify two completely different Scrin caste forms as the same race.
Scrin biology is unique from every other form of life as yet discovered in that it is Tiberium-based, and not carbon-based. That fact in of itself is a difficult thing to wrap one's head around, since the virulent green crystal is death to any carbon-based lifeform.
An even more difficult fact to accept, on the surface at least, is that Tiberium is also quite potent
Cannot BelieveHow can you believe when I dont believe?Cannot Believe6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The hope and the happiness fell like the dust,
Of ancient documents,
And I cannot bear the sorrow.
We are meant to dance, to sing,
And yet there is no place for us,
No world in which I can ever sing or play again,
For my words dont mean a thing and my heart no longer beats,
To that melodic magickal tune.
It has all gone.
There is nothing but darkness amongst us,
And there is no light that I can shine,
That can halt its presence around me.
Within myself I am a shadow,
A small hollow shell.
The fire inside cannot be relit,
Nothing is there to rekindle,
No faith, no joy, not even fury can awaken me.
As I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
I do not believe in faeries,
As there are none left.
Fragments of the ProphecyAnd the Time will comeFragments of the Prophecy2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when Paths of Light are covered in Darkness
the Streets forlorn and desolate
every Human Heart is filled with Fear
and Hope has long since been forgotten.
And when the Bloodmoon rises
and a Pact is made
then the Forces will be reassigned
and Mankind meets its Fate.
the Master of the longclawed Beasts
the bloodspoiled Queen of Shadows
the Lord of ghostly Faeryfolk
the Dark Angel that fell from the Heavens.
tg - the elf princessThe school bell rang and Daniel immediately went home. It was the beginning of the summer holidayss and he could not wait to come home. The whole weekend is a marathon with his absolute favorite series: the elf princess. The special was at this race that it was all new episodes and a big surprise was announced.tg - the elf princess6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first episode began with the elf princess in her throne room and sat down on her next adventure prepared. It arrived this episode was incredibly exciting, and ended exactly at the most exciting point. The princess was in a dark cave and did not know where to go.
"Hopefully it comes in the next episode out, I would do everything to help her." Daniel said to himself. After the short commercial break began the second episode. This time, the TV always seemed to be brighter. He literally began to glow, and Daniel could not believe his eyes as something come from the TV out. The whole room was lit up so much that Daniel had to close his eyes.
After a short moment, Daniel opened hi
This Is A VentIt's too late too soonThis Is A Vent5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since the last time in June
Can I really keep chasing you?
Or has time had its due?
Times are changing
My heart's raging
It's telling me to start facing
The truth I've been evading
Hey, I'm sorry, hun
But it's over, we're done
I don't think I can take this much longer
I can no longer get any stronger
I've been waiting and stalling
I've been caring and calling
But maybe it's time for me to fall out now
The way I hung on, I don't understand how
I've waited for a very long time for this
But I'm so tired of feeling this hopelessness
I'm sick of being overwhelmed with helplessness
Endurance can only last so long and I want my rightful happiness
I've been a pushover for much too long
I'm taking control and righting what's wrong
I didn't leave or go anywhere, but I'm back
I've been standing here, waiting, never off track
There's a favor you can still do for me
See what I've done for you, it was a guarantee
It's a gift you can't return, no refunds, hun
The Cats BrideThe Cats Bride7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Warning: I can see you!!
The Cats Bride
Cait Sith 29
The school bus lurched up to its final stop, filling the area with clanks of a dying engine. Rusted hinges squeeled in protest as sliding doors cracked open to allow gathering high school students passage. Single file the students ascended the small stairway onto their transportation to a place most would prefer not to go. Their conversations drummed on with the engine, becoming a collective mess of noise to those not taking part.
Always they got on in the same order, right down to individual faces. The outgoing jocks would pile on first, usually followed by their girlfriends and cliques. Behind them came the less sociable students. The ones that went about their daily lives unnoticed out of habit or choice. And it was just how they liked it; quietly waiting for the days when school was past and life took its course.
Likewise, the last to board was always the same. And unfortunately, he was one that always got noticed. Havin
We are LegionWe are Legion3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: We Are Legion
Game: Mass Effect
Characters: Geth, Legion, Shepard-Commander
Disclaimer: Everything's owned by Bioware and EA
Understanding but not life. Intelligence but not wisdom. Minds to think, appendages to act, but no will to direct it. Creators of flesh making creations of metal.
Awareness realized, examined, stored. We are directed to respond, to act, and we are called by an identifier. Name. Gethservant of the people in the language of the creators.
As our moniker dictates, we serve and learn new ways to serve under the guidance of our creators, and this is sufficient because it is our purpose.
Our consciousness becomes linked, grows. We begin to learn for ourselves rather than the program teaching. And we begin to question.
Hala was bowed over the geth amidst her work, her fingers nimble, absorbed in the crossing circuits revealed under its open chest panel.
"Mistress Hala' Dama, Unit has an inquiry."
The halting question warranted
Transformation Plate - TGI ran my fingers along the leather steering wheel, waiting for the employee to finish putting my new license plate in place. After some time, the employee knocked on my window and gestured for me to roll down the window. “Alright, William, you are all set to go.” I nodded and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket, handing it to the employee, telling him to keep the change.Transformation Plate - TG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I backed out of the parking lot and started driving off down the road, turning on the music to a country station. It wasn’t my favorite genre, but I didn’t mind listening to it, plus I was too focused on the road to search through stations right now.
My home was an hour away and across the state border, so I was glad that I was in a new, comfortable car on the way back. About fifteen minutes into my drive, I felt a cold sensation on my legs along with a new feeling around my feet. At the next stoplight, I looked down at my legs and cocked my head at the jeans ripped midway up my thighs
Warmth in the ColdWarmth in the Cold1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
December. A time when the Fall gives way to Winter. When the last leaves finally fall to the ground. It allows for a time of reflection: to look at what we've done in the past, and who we are today.
For Joe Marshall, a 30-year old man just walking down the street, this was such a time, but not a joyous one. For one thing, the man was perhaps one of the unluckiest you will ever find. He had been stuck with low-paying jobs after a failed college stint; enough to keep him off the streets, but only barely. However, even more than that, he had constantly failed at romance. He could never even get to the dating phase of a relationship. What did he lack? Was he just clueless when it came to girls? Did he say insensitive thing
The Flaming Panties TG Part 1The Society of the Eternally-Flaming PantiesThe Flaming Panties TG Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby Longbloom hadn't considered the cow.
The cow, however, gave Abby a long look and remarked, "Whooooo?"
Eyebrows raised, she waved her blue scanner around in the air. The cow chewed.
After examining the entire barn for signs of the anomaly, she had to note to herself that a cow which said 'who' instead of 'moo' probably should've been the best place to focus first. She gave herself a mental raspberry as the scanner made that tweeting sound it always made when it found something.
Abby chuckled, sized up the cow, and smiled. The cow blinked.
"Now, Miss Cow, how do you do what you do? And how do you do too?"
The cow reacted by loudly passing gas. The scanner bleated. Abby grinned and said, "There we go! It's in your abomasum. Probably why you're not making as much milk like Mr. Farmer said." Abby gave a little shake of her head. The cow swished her tail.
After some fancy manipulations of the scanner, Abby nodded and said, "Well