The Demon and the Magician: Part OneThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part One: Into the Depths of Hell
The blood has finally stopped flowing from my chest, the wound healing over with nothing but a jagged scar as a reminder of what I had done. I’m not quite sure what to do at this point, but I have to figure it out soon. Looking up into the night sky, I see the stars dying, one by one, as if an ever-advancing sheet of darkness was making its way across the heavens. The earth beneath me begins to rumble as I quickly read through the ancient script sprawled out in front of me.
“Ego manere hic,” I say, placing my hand over the white circle as instructed. A fierce light begins to glow as the still-beating muscle bursts into a brilliant white flame that reaches up towards my hand and begins to burn the flesh. I cry out in pain until it stops, the fire dying; nothing but ash remains.
I collapse backwards and grip my hand, studying the mark that had been seared into my body: a Celtic cross, wrapped by an i
A Kaa in the Box"You know," Rachel said looking at Firingwall, "You haven't been doing much recently." It has been a few months now since the two of them have finally become a full couple and has been great. However, like Rachel pointed out, Firingwall, also called J.D., hasn't been doing much recently.A Kaa in the Box5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah I know," he said to her as he put down the copy of Lord of the Flies, "But I have done a few things though."
"Sure," she said sitting down on the couch with him, "You've made a few motivational posters, some How to Plays, a few coloring projects, but only 2 stories. Everyone loves your stories, but you haven't done many."
"You how it is," he said, "I had mid terms and final exams, I graduated high schools, big home issues with my parents, working on my movie blog, and of course, taking you out on dates. I've been very busy."
"Yeah but still," the blue slime girl slime said, "You need to write more! You saw the reaction to Brought Down A Level
Future Man"You sure this is a good idea?"Future Man6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Scholz shot Lenning a look, her eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Okay, okay. I'm just asking." Lenning raised his hands in futility. He knew as well how desperate the situation had become.
The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) was in trouble with a capital T. The giant array of antennae was located in Alaska, power supplied by a pair of experimental Navy fusion reactors, and was capable of dumping 4.5 teravolts of electrical energy into the earth's atmosphere. The cover story was simple enough: research of earth's magnetic fields.
The reality was far more complicated: weather control, death rays from the sky. Hurricane Katrina had been the most recent experiment gone wrong; Lenning feared something far, far worse from the current fuckup.
Oh, sure, they'd learned to conjure up lighting strikes at will, wipe out entire Chinese tank divisions with a s
The Value of SchizophreniaI should also tell you some other things that made me ponder the value of insanity. Ponder why I, of all the people that have been in life or death situations, deserve to keep living. Is it because I have never done anything wrong? No, that cannot be true because while I have never physically done anything wrong, my thoughts are that of which should not be thought. These thoughts contain sins, and that should not be good. But, then again, maybe they just kept me alive so they wouldn't have to deal with me. They, of course, being the people that control fate like it was a puppet, and they were the puppet masters.The Value of Schizophrenia6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can't say that I've never had such weird, outrageous thoughts, the ones that certainly if acted out would be sins. However, I can say that I have never acted them out, unless they were words of kindness, or actions of kindness. I hated people, but some of them were like me. Some thought that the world was their enemy, so I could very easily trust those few people. Other than
DiplomacyThe alien ambassador is here, sir.Diplomacy6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Right, Johansen turned from his Outlook inbox. Send him in.
The alien ducked his immense deep-sea-divers helmet and clunked into Johansens office, pushing the small metal cart before it. It paused comically to close Johansens door behind it, a small courtesy that made him smile.
Its environmental suit, all metal and brass fittings, was far too bulky for office furniture. It stood before his desk hissing and clicking, the tiny black eyes peering out through leaded glass portholes. Folds of skin crinkled up in a smile as the gramophone on the cart whispered its greeting.
Good day to you, Doctor Johansen.
And, to you, sir! the human shouted into the horn. Are you ready to resume where we left off yesterday? Technology trades?
Good, good! Howd your
Most Magical SwordSarith the Mage was also a master craftsman. He possessed a rare combination of talents, able to work with metal, leather, and wood as well as magic. His name was spoken with reverence among the Twenty Tribes.Most Magical Sword6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He was a kind man, also, giving freely of his abilities to those in need. Gifts are returned in thrice, was his common response to awkward thanks offered by grateful clansmen. And his influence was great, leading by example as he did, for his neighbors bore a reputation for fairness and reliability among the Twenty.
Naturally, then, it came to pass that the invaders sought him out. The Twenty Tribes were a loose affiliation of villages really, not a unified state. And one by one they fell to Krune: master strategist and cunning tactician of the Ravaging Horde.
Krune stood before him now, a huge icon of barely contained rage. Everything about the man bespoke power, from his precise
Zeus, AgainHera found Zeus drinking alone in the Hit Room, a once biker-bar turned yuppie nightclub, now an indie tap house with a stage. Local acts played there a few nights a week; the place was usually crawling with college kids and computer nerds from AetherTek.Zeus, Again6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was 1986, a few years before the internet would break into public consciousness. AetherTek was a major DARPA contractor, the unseen motive force behind the recent advances in technology. It hired the best, the brightest, drained MIT and CalTech of its wizards before Microsoft and IBM even knew the kids existed. It was a young company, but a powerful force in Seattle.
Great energies swirled around AetherTek, perhaps even a touch of yes, perhaps even She. It was for this reason Hera had begun her long-procrastinated search for Zeus. Why she had come here, to this place, this time.
She stood in the damp doorway to surveil the place before e
Problem SolvingWhen Takahara Minami is born, eleven-year-old Ichiro knows that it will be a problem.Problem Solving7 years ago in Horror More Like This
It. He doesn't view it as anything other than that, an object, something that will surely get in his way. He's not stupid; fathers will sometimes make the second son their heir, if they feel they have reason to do so. His mother is easy enough to fool, but his father is a whole other story. Sometimes Ichiro catches him staring at him with a strange look on his face, like he can see inside his son's brain and pick apart the inner workings. This never bothered Ichiro before; let him think what he wants, let him try to figure out what's going on in his head. But with the arrival of a second child, a boy, Ichiro feels, for the first time in his life, uneasy.
There isn't much that Ichiro 'feels'. Pride and a sense of superiority, totally unwarranted by an eleven-year-old; disgust for the filthy, weak creatures known as women; a sense of cleverness and ingenious that makes him calculating. But there's mostl
Two Players of the GameTwelve-oclock.Two Players of the Game8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It really seems all too easy sometimes. The suspicion is there, but not enough of it to put me in danger. Most of the time its quick and painless, without consequence. Well... Without consequence for me, at least. Too much like trying to catch smoke. Slipping through fingers has almost become a routine, like taking out the garbage or washing the cat
Washing the cat? The hell?!
A brief stumble. A mistake. Hoping that even my heart goes silent as the footsteps pass by. Silence? Silence. Good Just a quick sweep down the hallway, then. A small glint in an otherwise darkened room. Target sighted. Not even acid could remove the grin from my face.
A small hesitation. Something seems off. Certainly you wouldve shown yourself by now. A grin to match my own. The eternal challenger. Each standing on the opposite sides of the board, black and white. Two players of the game. Traveling forever in a perfect circle, our hands barely br
Late Night Groceries -part 1-Charles was distressed. He had just come from the grocery store, carrying the results of a successful ingredients trip. There were the eggs, the flour, the meats, the spices, and all other needed items that he would use for a week long of breakfast-sandwich-filled mornings. But of all the most basic of components, he completely forgot to pick up milk. How else could he cook the biscuits? Resort to water? Bah, that would never do. He needed that milk, or this whole trip would have been for naught.Late Night Groceries -part 1-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These thoughts and plans filled Charles' head as he made the return trip back to the grocery store; he had realized his error before he was halfway home, so he couldn't just shrug it off. His train of thought came back just in time to see that he was back at the super market's parking lot. A lone movement in the night caught his eye, the vague silhouette of someone walking toward the path he had just come from. The shape emerged into the light cast by one of the streetlamps: it was a long-hair
Beyblade X Reader: Christmas Special"Merry Christmas guys!!!" a voice yelled as a figure plowed into the redheadded teen. He yelped as he fell face first into the snowdrift. I laughed.Beyblade X Reader: Christmas Special3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Watch where your going next time Kenta" i chuckled as Gingka pulled his head from the snow.
"Haha, very funny" he grumbled and i grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet.
"Are we going to your dad's ski lodge soon __(n)__?" Kenta asked.
"Lunch time Kenta. We still have to wait for a few more people" i said. He sighed animatedly.
"Why dont we meet them up there?" he asked.
"Just wait bud. Not long now" i said as i looked up to see the snowball fight happening a few feet away.
It was a war zone. All the beyblader teams from the world championships. Wang Hu Zhong, the russian team (i still couldnt pronounce their name), Wild Fang, Gan Gan Galaxy, Desert Blaze. And even Excalibur and Starbreaker would be coming soon. The legend bladers were here too. King, Aguma, Dunamis, Ryuga (who, turns out, was not dead) Kenta, Gingka, Kyoya, Titi, Chris
WasureteWasurete7 years ago in Horror More Like This
A memory that's not a memory, a dream that's not a dream.
What do you remember?
Cold, black eyes and a deep, deadly voice. Something whispered that seeps like venom through your brain. Crying, crying, eyes squeezed shut against the words that scare you, that you can't understand.
Do you know? Do you know?
This isn't yours- this isn't your memory. It is but it isn't, because he's not talking to you. He's talking to your gray eyes, to your small, round face framed with messy brown hair. This isn't about you, this is about them. You're simply being made a witness.
A touch, feather light, against your cheek burns like ice, sending a shock through your system. You're five-years-old, but the fight-or-flight instinct kicks into high gear and you scream. The touch is gone in an instant, and Natsumi appears moments later, standing in the doorway with a confused, sleepy expression.
Her voice sends a wave of relief through you, your body shaking as the adrenaline runs its cou
Out With a BangCharlotte slotted another AEM round into the launch tube, raised it to her shoulder and sighted through the targeting scope. She hummed tunelessly as she did so, finally selecting a window on the 35th floor. Not too high, close enough to the ground so that most of the mass of the building was above that center of gravity. She whispered to the weapons rather stupid targeting computer.Out With a Bang6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Set Mode: bunker-buster. Manual Target: acquire visually. Safe and hold.
Target locked. Safe and Hold acknowledged, the AEM chirped in her ear.
Charlotte Grace Evelyn McHanson grunted happily as she lowered the tube to see what Brett was up to. She spotted him behind her, in an abandoned parking structure, waving from the topmost floor.
Abandoned. Why did she keep using that word? Everything was abandoned.
Ho Char, Bretts call came through her link.
The Demon and the Magician: Part 6, Act IIThe Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 6, Act II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part Six: Ad Bellum, Act II
The wind rushes across my body, throwing my thick black hair back as I clasp onto Alex, my wings carrying us through the thick dark of night.
“A little more to your right!” Alex yells over the sound of rushing air. I turn slightly to adjust my course, unsure as to where I’m being steered. “We’re almost there!”
His brown hair a mess, his eyes squinting from the wind, and his legs hooked over mine to keep him from dangling, he looks strange and oddly amusing; I can’t help but smirk. Just another reason humans weren’t built to fly.
“Are you doing all right?” I ask him as I glide onward.
“I’m fine!” he shouts back. “Start descending, it’s right over that hill.”
I can see the darkened outline of a hill below me and head straight for it, swooping downward. With a soft flap of my wings, we come to a halt as I lower us onto the g
Why Humans DieIn the days when Man and Beast were on speaking terms and the rivers shimmered with untainted waters, Man was immortal.Why Humans Die7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
There were far fewer people in the world, of course, but even then, one youth in particular stood out from his kinsfolk. His name was Alden and he alone still valued life. When his cousins would waste their days in idleness, he roamed the woods. As his aunts and uncles sat at the campfires and bickered, he explored the mountains. He spoke with the animals and learned their secrets; he mastered all manner of talents and skills. On stormy nights he made up stories to tell his family, weaving magic with his words that penetrated even their jaded spirits.
Although Alden reveled in the world around him, one day it came to the attention of the gods that much of their handiwork was unappreciated. Man simply didnt care, they saw. Alden traveled and experienced the wonders of the land but none of his human friends ever joined him. The gods became angry. Why sh
Black Rabbit - Part eightThe morning light filtered through the soft baby blue curtains and cast a warm light across the cozy bedroom and onto the bed that usually just had one pink topped boy curled up innit. But this morning, a snake bitten rabbit held him close as they both slept ever so soundly. Unlike every other time that Casey woke up with a boy in the same bed, this was a pure, sweet kind of cuddle. As they lay there sleeping, Shiloh had his face pressed into Casey's chest, and the raven's face was submerged in Shiloh's soft, candy hair. Eventually, the taller of the two slowly came to. He looked up to the window, and then back down to what he had just brought his face up from. When he saw it was Shiloh though, his emerald eyes widened slowly and in one swift movement, he rolled out of the bed.Black Rabbit - Part eight3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No... no no no no no. Fuck... why did I..." he whispered, slowly crawling away from the bed.
Of course, the whore thought he had sex with Shiloh the previous night, but didn't notice that he was still dressed i
Baby DollBaby Doll, wake up.Baby Doll6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cassandra rolled over and blinked up at her Daddy, who stood over her bed, a dark tower of black in her bedroom. She blinked, rubbed her eyes.
Yes, sweetheart. You have to get up. We have an emergency.
Am I late for school? Cassandra sat up then in panic, her eyes seeking the clock-radio by her bed. White numerals glowed 3:40 AM at her.
No, its an emergency. Get dressed. Shoes and socks too. Meet me downstairs as soon as you can. Hurry.
He reached out and stroked her hair then, big rough hands touching her cheek before slipping away. Hed left the lights for her to turn on, but she fumbled quickly in the dark, pulling on her jeans and locating her shoes.
Downstairs she sat on the bottom step, working a knot loose in her left shoe. Daddy stopped pacing and kneeled down to help.
The Demon and the Magician: Part 8The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 8: Lost
“Watch it!” the man yells as I jump off to the side, falling backwards into a puddle of murky brown water. The man throws his arm out the window, throwing me the bird before rushing off in his large black sedan. I don’t bother to lift myself up out of the water—the rain has already soaked me to my core. Instead, I just sit, looking around me as people rush back and forth, their bodies immersed in technology, connecting them to and severing them from the world at the same time.
“The nineteenth century was so much kinder to me,” I say softly, standing up and continuing to walk down the cold concrete sidewalk. My shoes, slick and black, shine under the soft gray light that filters down from the sky. Lifting my left hand to my face, I look at the dark black scar: there’s been something different about it for a couple centuries now. Granted, it still works just fine; but something about it nags at me, b
Black Rabbit - Part fiveThe school courtyard only had about a dozen other students. Just mucking about; talking about their general idiotic things that went right over Shiloh's head as he wandered over to one of the few trees and sat in the grass beneath it. Blades of grass folding awkwardly and brushing against his puffy checkered pants. He hadn't seen his friend much today and it was already lunch hour. The boy never really realized just how lonely school was till today since they'd normally spent nearly all of their time together. Though there were some times that Casey would go off without saying why or where Shiloh never really questioned it though.Black Rabbit - Part five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's not like Casey had no friends before him anyways.. But Shi had just grown so
attached to him and couldn't fight the often sense of jealousy that'd developed towards said friends.
Leaves rustled above him due to a light but chilled breeze that swept along the school's roof. The thing that caught a nearby pair of hazel eyes was Shiloh's hair. T
The Glass EggItzpapalotl fell between the stars in an silicon egg a dozen miles long. For a thousand years it was her bed and womb, a small bit of sleepy contentedness between the gaping void of space and the burning suicides of suns. As the rest of her slept, one small part of her mind stayed awake, and counted the stars as they turned and wheeled about her.The Glass Egg5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Another part of her worried, because she had received no pings of greeting from her beautiful sisters. She knew about her sisters, though she had never met them. They would be her family when she fell to the planet that would be their home. Her mind had been etched with knowledge of Selene, who would lazily orbit the planet and reflect or deflect sunlight with silvery wings. Iyatiku, who would breed plants in her belly and vomit them up in a spray of flowers. And Clio, who was much smaller than the rest of them, and would teach the children about history and the art of asking questions. There were many more of her sisters, and she was impatien
A Vampire Walks into a BarA vampire walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, I havent had a drink all week.A Vampire Walks into a Bar6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Aw Christ, I know how this ends.
Yup. I bit him.
Larry swirled the dregs of his IPA around before draining it with a scowl. Thats how all your stories end, Boris. He smacked his lips and raised the glass above his head, where it was swept away by Gwen the barmaid and replaced with a fresh one as if by magic. She didnt look down, didnt break stride: boom, there it was. Larry loved her for it.
Across the table Boris shrugged. I have a weakness for bartenders.
They taste different?
Try it and see. Its the environment I think. It ages the blood in ways Oh hey, Frank!
Gentlemen. Frank swung a chair around, straddled it and pounded the table with
Demo's DayThe alarm bell clamored throughout the entire BLU base. It wasn't a RED Spy like the last time (we all know how well THAT went), but a caravan of three RED Scouts were running in, hooting and hollering. They thought they were hot shit, confident that their trio could swarm around anything that tried to stand in their way.Demo's Day6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And they might have been right: any living thing that blocked them was greeted by a swift death via a flurry of bats. Unfortunately for them, our Engi's fully upgraded Sentry isn't phased by aluminum sport equipment.
I sit in the corner, back against a wall (someone's gotta show the team proper Spy prevention protocol), and wait for the little bunnies to hop right into our Sentry's killing zone.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go! Woohoohoo!" shouts one of them as he comes in from around a corner. The Sentry lets out a shrill chirp as it spots him, then proceeds to turn him into Scout-flavored swiss cheese.
His two living fellow Scouts become aware of the mechanized threat
Parental Control"Daddy! Dad! Lookit this! I drew a spider!"Parental Control6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Jim glanced at the wildly waving sheet of paper then back to his damaged CSS page. Why wasn't it working? Some of the little boxes surrounding text were overlapping. He scrolled slowly through a thicket of tags and commands.
"Spiders have eight legs, Champ. Not Twelve."
"I know," Billy squealed, "THIS is a megaspider!"
"Awesome. Daddy's busy."
Billy wandered off, and the CSS page still wasn't working. Maybe a broken link?
"Daddy! Somebody's at the door!"
"Tell 'em I'm busy."
"They say they're a robot collective from the Alty-Net University. I think it's a Transformer!"
"I think you mean 'Alternate Universe' and I also think you're watching too much TV. Go play."
"Billy, I'm WORKING."
"Hokay." Billy ran off again.
Oh! Here it is a broken tag.
The Demon and the Magician: Part 7The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 7: Goobye
“Terra,” I shout, focusing energy through my core and into the earth beneath me, “obedire me!” Extending outwards, my hands glow a dark green that expands like ribbons onto the stone pillars surrounding me, wrapping around them and heaving them upwards.
“Be careful, Alex!” Adeon shouts from behind as my body lifts slowly off the ground, the earth trembling as I strain myself to lift the pillars back into place—Cassius’ magic, embedded in the surroundings, resists my every move. I can feel sweat dripping down my face, the breath begins to dwindle from within me: with one final cry of pain I force the pillars back into place.
My body drops to the ground in a heap as my chest heaves, my lungs never getting their fill, my muscles in spasm. Adeon runs over to me and grabs my shoulders, his dark eyes staring into mine as he smiles.
“You did it,” he says, helping me up as we look ar