Aren Bestiary: Of The WargAren Bestiary: Of The Warg4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"In the north there is a beast called the whyrg that feeds solely on human flesh. It is the size of a bear but shaped like a wolf with the chest of a lion and the maned neck of a horse. It is said to have a human voice, and often it imitates the cry of a child to lure the mother into the woods, where it will kill her. It is said that this beast is born of human parents but changes its shape from human to whyrg and devours its mother."
-- Deirhestres of Alzarath, The Nature of Beasts
Numerous sources dating back to the Second Dazmar Empire mention a great wolf-like predator living in the northern lands that is associated with humans either by being born in the shape of a human or being able to imitate the voice of a human. They were also known as man-eaters. While such creatures must have appeared mythical to Erdasian scholars, Ordosians and Noderlenners were more than familiar with the beasts. While sightings were sporadic, King Valdarik of Isernalt had a cloak made of the skin of a wa
My BrotherMy Brother3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thor, my love, let me introduce your little brother. His name is Loki. You must be nice to him. Being a good big brother."
Little Thor looked up the baby that her mother kept. Loki baby was so cute with her hair black as a crow and his big green eyes. He smiled in his mother's arms, trying to grab her hair with his small hand.
"Would you like to hold your brother?"
Young Thor nodded. Sitting on the bed of his parents with his mother, he held out his arms and was handed his little brother. He was so small wrapped in his blanket. So calm. Frigga looked at his two children with emotion while Thor looked at his brother with a look of more concentrated. Finally, the young god smiled
The Wolven PrideThe Wolven Pride:The Wolven Pride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are hunted down as monsters;
By legends demonised.
We are feared as devilish creatures
In your pitiful human eyes...
But let me try and teach you
Of why we do not fear.
Because we actually enjoy it
When the hunters seek us here.
In the forest we are champions
In the night we rule the lands.
The hunter becomes the hunted
And dies by our hands.
Fangs will pierce his fragile throat
His flesh is torn to shreds.
It is the fear and scent of death
That the hunter truly dreads.
But we alone shall know no fear
For by the moon we shall be blessed.
Draped in Luna's loving embrace;
We bet our life with every breath.
That is who we are.
The wolven pride of werewolves
Is arrogance from afar.
Viewed by trembling creatures
Wetting themselves in fright.
We appear as snarling punishers
In the glory of the night.
Here in the deepest shadows
Where the light will never reach.
We silence the mouths of humans
For we tire of what they preach:
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
GhostsShe'd been warned about this place.Ghosts10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They said, at certain times of year, in the weeks when summer was dying and the leaves had begun to brown and crinkle up... There were noises from this place that no one could explain. Sounds like a mountain shifting on its foundations. Loud moans and groans, sometimes screams.
She'd heard it wasn't inhabited, but when Alyssa pulled up outside the old Vanderwald place on her scooter, she wondered why the porch lights were on.
She also wondered why a vast, crumbling gothic mansion had porch lights.
She pushed at the imposing wrought iron gates, which it turned out weren't completely rusted up and furred with ivy, the gate swinging just enough for her to wheel her moped up the overgrown driveway toward the ruined manor.
She flipped down the kickstand on her red and white striped scooter and adjusted her red and white striped hat that perfectly complimented her red and white striped polo shirt. She knocked politely on the huge wooden doors, only to find
Fitter or Fatter? "Hey there, stranger." Natasha said, as I walked in. "How goes the fitness regime?"Fitter or Fatter?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Boring as hell." I replied. "If she's not making me eat rabbit food, she's dragging me out of bed at 5am to go for a run."
"Why are you with her again?"
I didn't answer.
Kirsty was a great girl, I guess. I mean, she was attractive and energetic and in great shape. However, she made it clear that I wasn't and ever since we started dating she was determined to get me off the junk food and into a healthy lifestyle. Burgers, pizza, ice cream, it all had to go. What did I get instead? Salad, maybe fruit as a "treat". I don't know what she saw in me but now I was trapped and I know I could break up with her but, at the end of the day, she was kinda hot and attracted to me for some reason. Well, I say attracted but clearly she had a problem with my appearance because she's been trying to whip me into shape from day one. Why don't I break up with her? Well, the truth is,
Shattered ImageCan't see past the shattered imageShattered Image6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That you are.
Your shattered image
Is such a disgrace.
It hurts me to look at you
Knowing what's on the inside
And not being able help you find
A true self;
A real person for you to be.
I know it hurts you too,
To see all the people
Laughing and playing
And being true.
Pictures of real people
Hang here on the walls,
While your shattered image
Is the one that falls.
Life must feel like a parade,
With you at the front
Sitting on your mirror-shaped float;
Laughing on the outside,
While crying in your head.
I search so hard
For something real,
Hoping you feel
The way I feel.
I hope to bring you back to reality
And fix your face;
Fix your shattered twig of a body
That fell from such a high place.
I used to think you were angelic,
Then I realised that you were just a relic
To use in my own parade
That didn't last.
I lie here staring
At the blank black walls,
Conjuring up a picture of your shattered heart,
Hoping to fix the s
The Superhero Who Made My LunchI grew up watchingThe Superhero Who Made My Lunch2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A superhero make my lunch,
And send me off to school
In that big old yellow bus
She was pretty, and loving
And perfect no matter what,
The chore-giving superhero
Who made better scraped knees and cuts
She gave me advice and
Right from wrong she made clear
As I grew older and more naive,
But she was always a dear
And troubles came along
Like a storm upon the sea
And since he had fallen,
The world was naught, but for she
That superhero still made my lunch
But she went and cried at night
How could I know? What could I do?
I never saw such a sight
She was brave and courageous,
Strong and bold, and to accomplish everything
No one could tell her that she
Could fly again with such battered wings
But now that I am older
And a hint wiser, too,
I see what has been held in for so long,
After all, it is true
Her eyes do not sparkle
Like they did before
Her emotions are trembling,
And brought to the fore
Now I see a battered soul
I see her break down and cry
I see a storm
Searching for a Werewolf - II Kai squinted as the golden sun seeped through her window. Her heart was mended. She knew it immediately. She was in love with the werewolf. She also knew this to be very strange, for since she was little the very thought of werewolves frightened her. She crawled out of her bed and prepared herself for the day.Searching for a Werewolf - II7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mid afternoon she found herself in a coffee shop with her friend Rae. Rae brought over two chai teas and sat down across from Kai. She tucked her short brown hair behind her ears and examined her friend.
So, whats this about the dream? Rae asked, her sugary brown eyes watching Kai closely, while Kai explained the whole ordeal. Once Kai was done Rae sat considering her words carefully (which she always did).
Sounds to me like your heart is telling you theres still hope, and that you need to explore where you once were afraid. She said finally
All We Need Is HopeSo I wake up, to a new dayAll We Need Is Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should appreciate
But I don't
The air, so fresh and cold
Seems to poison me
With each breath I draw in
I seem to swallow bitter pills
And I choke on all my pride
I should slow down and listen
Just listen to that little voice
That actually matters
Always pay attention to
To all those little miracles
That change your life forever
Just every day you manage to survive
Be happy that you're alive!
You and I
We should slow down
And spend a happy time
Just let this life shine bright!
It doesn't matter, I know it too well
But still we're bothered, still we care
We spit out hate
To the ones who scare us
To those who see behind
Nowhere to hide
And it's better, you realise
We're better off if we're uncovered
Possibly just need to be fixed
So if we break now
And let ourselves shatter
Someone special might fit them together
It'll hurt and take time
So much time
To heal the wounds
That burn inside
To abandon the sickness
Out or our thoughts
But we'll get there someday
RoG The Vesta Chronicle Part 1RoG The Vesta Chronicle Part 15 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reign of Guardians: The Vesta Chronicle
Mevayis 2nd 2038
The vibrant emerald grass waved in the evening breeze, dotted with colourful specks of pink and yellow flowers. Darkened forests highlight the edges of the large clearing. In the distance, silver mountains were washed out by the luminous blue sky. All that could be heard was a soothing rustle, and the echoes of birds in the valley.
Soon the tranquility faded, a deep voice steadily broke in; a large pale-blue and white dragon strolled into view, accompanied by a smaller, of saphire and cyan colour.
"You see, Vesta...", Lanser stated, "...Age is an aspect you seem not to consider."
The larger of the two was trying to explain to his son that he isn't ready to become a fighter just yet "Yeah, but..."
"Your time will come soon son."
"But, I have a question."
"What about the stories? Like the ones I've heard from friends? I mean, you were, like... my age apperently. What did you do?"
The Perfect Storm - Chapter 2The Perfect Storm - Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Open Sea
However strange it was to him, Thatcher Demins couldn't stop thinking about that flash of red he had seen. It was only for a moment, simply a brief blur in his peripheral vision that was quick enough to avoid his full attention yet lingering just long enough to keep him wondering. It was a coppery, auburn red, and as the young man continued to play back that moment over and over in his mind, he came to the realization that it was hair. Yes, long hair.
As soon as he smiled at his next thought, he shook his head, laughing at himself. "A girl could never be on board The Freeman, " he whispered to himself. Many men had long hair. 'But not that red,' he kept thinking. Finally, a loud shout scattered his senses into a jumbled mess.
"All men to the decks!" came the Quartermaster's call. A piercing whistle followed moments after. Thatcher leapt to his feet off of the dirty hammock he had been resting on. He fo
The Lies of Fairy Tales‘Sorrow found me when I was young.The Lies of Fairy Tales1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sorrow waited. Sorrow won.’
- The National.
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor surrounded by dozens of children’s books and fairy tale collections. Some of the books are sprawled open onto random pages, where delicate calligraphy detail wonderful love stories, and where colourful illustrations depict beautiful, helpless princesses stuck in towers with chivalrous, handsome knights battling to win their lonely hearts. Other books are piled high on top of one another, creating paper castles and mansions such as the ones described within their very pages, wherein romance blossoms and a happy ending is undeniable and inevitable.
I pore over them all, salted tears falling onto the musty pages, filled with an irrepressible feeling of bitterness. As a child, I loved nothing more than to read these works of fiction. But now as an adult I know that these books are sugar-coated lies laced with deception. I had bee
Death of a HunterNovember winds whipped thick snow through the air in a fury that, while not quite to blizzard-like proportions, still made visibility a challenge. The storm was no surprise to the residents of the small town, a tough bunch when it came to less-than-favorable winter conditions. Cold was their constant companion, snow more familiar than earth or grass under their feet. By the time the wind died down the next morning, the landscape would be primed to begin recording the activities of the local wildlife. If the townspeople had possessed the ability to distinguish the difference between a dog's tracks and those left by a werewolf, they would have been quite alarmed indeed.Death of a Hunter5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nearly a fourth of the town's population was comprised of werewolves. This was not the reason Tracy Whelan had chosen to live here. He was not drawn to the warm, pack atmosphere that was created when so many parents settled down to raise children in a place where they could grow up with friends who were like themselves. H
The Madman and His CellmateThe Madman and His Cellmate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With common tongue out of habitual
rocking back and forth,
In where dark corners become home,
dwell partners in unintentional crime.
Grasping at bottles with the trembling hands
wearing the cloak of cold sweat,
swallowing safety blankets and strain the cords
of rosaries with fists deep in prayer.
Is one longing of endings in sunsets to see self-smothering
as the only alternative route? Desires sprint along the
line between lunacy and resting forever,
Say what you will, I died here in this padded room.
Here I rot in dim light and cold darkness,
where you are my only company,
I know not whether to welcome or curse you.
My attention is more kept on keeping warmth
in my withering veins as the cold takes hostage,
my heart and mind. Speak with me friend,
my thoughts are lonely.
They eye one another like cannibals deserted
in the dead of winter. Only glimpses and moments is
their intellect aimed at
the light piercing the dark.
There is not but silence in your responses...
Werewolf Red HunterA woman walked down a dirty path letting the gentle breeze blow against her white coat. She carried a red back pack to hold all of her supplies for her mission. A faded brown house came into her view of vision. She walked over to the house and knocked on the door. The sound of bustling feet was clearly heard as they came closer to the door. The bolt in the door made a click and opened up to reveal a young brunette in a green dress. She looked at the stranger from bottom to top. Trembling she asked, Are you the werewolf hunter I called for?Werewolf Red Hunter6 years ago in Horror More Like This
That depends, said the other woman. Did you call for a werewolf hunter?
The brunette dipped her head, ashamed at herself for asking such a stupid question, and moved to the side to open the door wider. Please come in. she said.
The hunter made no hesitation as she entered the house. She didnt realize how bad their werewolf problem was until her client slammed the door shut and locked it not soon a
Mates for LifeMates for Life6 years ago in General More Like This
Mates for Life
I will be there for you. Always.
I left you flowers from the grove, like I always do. Will you pick them up like last time? Will you see me? These and many other questions flood my mind as fear and excitement rush through my head. So much has happened to me in the past few months but I havent forgotten about you.
Ah, these fleas. Scratching my ear with my handor is it paw?makes it go away a little. It wasnt always this way. If I tried really hard to remember, the memories of this life could pull aside like red curtains and the movie of what came before would reel before my golden eyes. Remembering these things is so hard now. Theres never any time for reminiscing on past times; rather, the constant need to run, hunt, feed, mate, play, and other basic needs haunt my mind.
But no, I tell myself. No, things werent always this way. I wasnt always hungry, always running through the woods. No, these needs n
The Distorted Howl: Chapter 11. The CaveThe Distorted Howl: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The air was freezing cold and the snowflakes drifted down from the skies. The thick layers of snow covered a large forest in North Carolina. It was a forest where many red wolves roamed free, a highly endangered species protected by humans. These species of wolf looked much like the gray wolf and the coyote, almost as if they were a hybrid between the two. They had the slender look of the coyote, but were bigger than them, almost reaching the height of the gray wolf. The big ears and the long legs they had however, made them set apart from both species. The fur color of most red wolves was a mixture of brown, buff and red colors.
These colors showed clearly when the temperature was cold. The animals were protected against the coldness with their thick winter pelts, keeping them warm through the freezing nights. Many red wolves were also in search for their own mate during the winter, having left the packs they were part of to start their own. It was important to rest
Dragon Keeper - Chapter 1Exceptionally ExtraordinaryDragon Keeper - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Enter a world of dragons, fairies, and adventures!
There's only one way to learn something, and this is to be taught. Natasha is young, but she longs for adventure, and finding it in her home won't do. She gets the chance, however, to see the world at large. After a short while, her best friend Garnet suddenly leaves their home in the Diamond Stone Abbey, and Natasha is impelled by nature to follow, and it changes her life forever. Now, many things are taught to Natasha and Garnet as they find precious life that has long-since been supposedly gone forever. This life is gravely threatened, and its existence itself is hanging by a thread. But will it change Natasha's view on things, or will she stubbornly believe that all this sudden good luck is only a dream? Will she remain strong when new lives need her more than she knows?
My MasqueIt covers my face and all that IMy Masque5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It hides the fear and sadness in my
It shows external happiness
But hides internal
Is a disguise for my feelings
Shows a smiling and laughing
But no one sees the lonely crying person underneath
Some people wear their heart on their
But mine lies behind these tired red
Staring out, but covered, so no one knows
I have a heart of clay
So pull off my masque
And take this pain away
I have a heart of clay
So keep me from the kiln
And let softness stay
Hey all you out there reading this
Take my masque off and smash it
So I can never put it back on
Hey all my friends
Maybe your warmth will take this pain
Murdering MeTaking the knifeMurdering Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To my throat
I slide the sharp blade
A c r o s s
My blood begins to drain.
With it I fill a glass.
River still flowing,
I visit the garden,
My humble patch of dirt,
And I pour--
Pour out the past;
What's been done
The old me is gone
The new me is beginning to form
On the lawn.
The Atomic Bomb PlanTom Massey stood back and watched as the two armed men opened the door of the small room and went in first, closing it after them. Their movements were slow and cautious, as if the weapons they held were not sufficient to calm their fears of what lay within the room. A few moments later the door was opened again and they signaled for him to enter.The Atomic Bomb Plan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom could see that the men were tense as he rejoined them, eyes glued to the man sitting at the table on the other side of the room. With his tall stature, sharply chiseled features, and cold blue eyes Tom was quite an intimidating figure himself. Perhaps if his attitude matched his appearance, he thought to himself, he would elicit the same response from his colleagues. Instead, he was known for his gentle yet firm style of management, a trait that made him well respected by all. He gave one of the guards a reassuring yet manly pat on the shoulder, then turned his attention to their guest.
The steel table filled up most of the tiny room. The
she-wolf chapter 3CHAPTER 3she-wolf chapter 39 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I spent most of the monday after the weekend avoiding Jeanette where ever and whenever possible, hoping that she would still be busy enough teasing other people to forget about the incident on Saturday night.
"Hey stupid!" Obviously she had not.
I turned to see Jeanette smirking in the middle of a group of her goons.
"I didn't see you leave the forest on Sunday morning, so that means you didn't stay all night" Jeanette accused.
"But I-" I began reaching into my pocket to show her the stone I had collected.
"Shut it! We had a deal and you didn't come through. So now" she said, advancing on me "I'm going to teach you a lesson". She motioned for two girls to grab me and pin me painfully to the brick wall.
"Now for lesson number one" she said, pulling her fist back. "Don't- Make- Deals- You- Can't- Keep!" She punctuated each word with a blow to my body. Right eye. Left eye. Gut. Jaw. Each blow like a sledgehammer falling on me.
Jeanette stepped back to survey her work. I slumped