Aren Bestiary: Of The WargAren Bestiary: Of The Warg2 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
08.03.2013The soul of the sensitive one is like the embryo removed from the mother's womb and thrown onto the rugged, cold surface of the concrete. Unformed tissues of the gelatinous limbs scatter onto matt gray floor.08.03.20134 months ago in Emotional More Like This
This, what others would not even care about, that others wouldn't pay attention to, does irreparable damage to the semi-liquid, semi-transparent components of the neurotic's existence. Their transparency makes it impossible to hide the anger, fascination, suffering or happiness. The most trivial factor, one careless word, momentary lack of attention results in breakage of soft, macerated as in sardines in oil, bones.
Every day is a suicide in slow motion.
Death-by-day, as ordinary and as unleavened as slice of bread. Tangible, real. Nutritional(?)
Daily small disasters in carefully planned arteries of bloodstream.
On the other hand, wounded pride and shame flowing from the consciousness of the own emotional infirmity, do not allow to talk about it, they simmer in the bud the verba
The Wolven PrideThe Wolven Pride:The Wolven Pride2 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:
My BrotherMy Brother2 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 Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf2 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
Jurassic Park: Perdurar intro.Jurassic Park: Perdurar intro.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Las Cinco Muertes- 207 miles from Costa Rica
It was a stormy night, waves crashing and the raining pouring down.
"Lousy weatherman" Arnold Lopez thought.
He is a young fisherman (40 years of age) that has fished in the Costa Rican waters for almost two decades. And he is the only fisherman who is bold enough to fish near the Las Cinco Muertes and to ever return from them. He has been fishing around these islands, even before Ingen took Isla Sorna for their dinosaur operation. And since he knew that Isa Sorna is crawling with dinosaurs, he only fishes around the northwestern part of Isla Muerta, an island northeast of Isla Sorna, since that he thinks that there are no dinosaurs there and he always get more fish from that island anyway.
Even before Ingen, Arnold was called loco loco crazy for fishing by those islands because they believed that they are cursed and heard stories of other fisherman who came too close t
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
TestimonyLet me begin by saying that in my lifetime not everything has been peachy however I feel that I have too much to say and not enough time to cover everything. My parents are divorced but both have encouraged me to seek after God and both parents are happily married to other people now. I have been going to church on and off my whole life I still remember the first verse I ever learned. John 3:16 For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son for whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but have eternal life.Testimony4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This being said I never really spent much time on even thinking about whether or not God was real until I was about 20 years old when a friend of mine gave me a book called the Celestian Prophecy, I still think its a great book but I cant remember the author at this time. I did a lot of drugs and drinking, I do need to add this I am drug free and alcohol free for some years now, during these younger years of my life. Anyhow I read this book and thought about the fact th
UneditedWe cry.Unedited11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We fight for our dream.
We're just waiting to die.
The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.
So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?
Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?
Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
pyrrhic victorypyrrhic victory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
relationships need autonomy
demands, dependence, expectations
this far and no further
one euro buys only one pastry
shift the goal-posts
so too varying pace of negotiations
internal, external, mutual
evolution is individual
joint ventures are unsustainable
neither want them dead
nor as they are
Winter's Warm ChillTrip on a miracleWinter's Warm Chill4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Skip on a stone
Lift up your soul
Bury your bones
Life has a purpose
Death has a scythe
Years of remembrance,
Jess is your life
Dark and Light,
Spark and spite,
Will soon reside
Please just relax,
Please do not fight
Please find yourself,
She is the light
So never let her go,
She will be yours forever
If you will stay true,
You will always be together
Never look back,
If you ever forget
Never look back,
If you ever regret
That life is a skill
Winter's Warm Chill
Food EverywhereI sat down at the table, and sighed.Food Everywhere2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I begin, let me tell you something: I hate it. I hate eating. It makes me want to choke myself and go run some laps and lose some of this extra fucking weight I've carried on my body since I was 15. But I don't. I always just sit there and keep eating, stuffing my belly until I'm bloated far beyond healthy measures, unable to stop, until I puke or build up enough willpower to stop myself.
So here I was again. This is where the madness happened. It was truly insane: I kept on eating, hoping to feel better, but I never did. Why should I expect it to change this time? The table was set up, and all I had to do was start. On the table sat a large bowl of mashed potatoes, and with all the food in it weighed nearly five pounds. Behind that, leaning against the wall, was a mirror. It was set up so I could see myself at all times, to remind myself how much of a pig and a sinner I was for being so fat. I always studied myself for a moment, just to help
ImmortalImmortalImmortal2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming,
Day after day, night after night.
Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being,
Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight.
Longing for an ending to this perpetual state,
Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality,
Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith,
The answer to this never-ending tragedy.
Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee.
Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways.
For so long, the torment, the agony.
Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray.
My sorrowful mind knows no rest,
A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souvenirs.
With this curse I once believed I was blessed,
Until my heart desired no more than the soft sting of a spear.
Thirteen StepsHe hadn't been home in days, choosing instead to wander aimlessly through crowded streets and empty parks from sunup to sundown before crashing fully clothed and with an empty stomach onto his office couch at the opposite end of the city. But wandering around only works for so long before you realize that the keys in your pocket are your own, and it was on this day that he chose to stagger in from the afternoon heat.Thirteen Steps4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights were off and the shades were drawn. Obviously no one was home, but apparently someone had been there recently after doing a bit of cleaning. A faint hint of lemon and cleaners wafted in front of his face as he paced around the tidy living room. To the left, he could see a small entryway leading to the brightly lit kitchen, and along the back wall could be seen a door leading to a small bathroom. Between the two passages was an array of packed bookshelves and several neat stacks of coloring books and magazines. And adjacent to all of this, a flimsy flight of stai
Pig Of A Pig 3: Alternate EndingWARNING - THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS ABSOLUTELY NO BELLY BURSTING WHATSOEVER. AT NO POINT DOES ANYONE'S TUMMY EXPLODE. IF THE THOUGHT OF A GREEDY AND GLUTTONOUS WOMAN NOT RUPTURING OFFENDS YOU, THEN PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER. STOP RIGHT HERE. THATS RIGHT. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. FOR THE REST OF YOU SICKOS WHO LIKE OVER STUFFED, INCREDIBLY BLOATED BELLIES THAT DON'T DETONATE DUE TO THEIR OWNERS OVER CONFIDENCE, DISBELIEF AT THEIR OWN TUMMY'S INHERENT VULNERABILITY, THEIR OWN GREED OR A COMBINATION OF THE ABOVE... YOU SICKEN ME, YOU PERVERTS. JUST KIDDING. THIS IS FOR YOU. CONSIDER YOURSELVES WARNED.Pig Of A Pig 3: Alternate Ending2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"let me make one thing clear... My car, my rules. You got that?"
Jenny nodded, scribbling manically in the neat, spiral bound notebook she clutched as if at any second it would be stolen from her and never returned. She sought to catalogue everything: every word, every gesture, absolutely everything, only pausing to brush an errant strand of mousey blonde hair out of her eye line
Your Moon Is My SignFlow with meYour Moon Is My Sign4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Glow with me
Be with me
Free as can be
Revisit our future
Our love is eternal
Forever we'll nurture
Our single essence
Our only life
You'll be my wife
I'll never forget
I saw your face
Across the room
Hearts start to race
A moment returns
A memory is real
I remember clearly
You make me feel
More than ever
I kiss you good night
Your Moon Is My Sign
Of Fantasy and Reality: Part OneOf Fantasy and Reality: Part One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The moon was high in the night sky, when the cart came bouncing along the back country road. The local rangers had clearly been lax in their duties, as the trees had been allowed to grow right next to the road, and the canopy of the trees blocked out much of the light. It was all too easy to imagine bandits or worse hiding in the brush. Worse there were rumours of young men and women disappearing in the night, never to be seen again. Some even whispered the dreaded word, vampire, though most were dismissed as drunks or fools. Even so only a madman would be out on a night like this.
“Well one of these travellers fits the bill.” Thought Aran.
The cart driver who had come across him on the road and offered him a ride was obviously a local nut, who, after the initial haggling for the ride, had begun to alternate
Lovers in the MakingThey sit in a coffee shop, with snowflakes licking at the windows, begging to be let in and to glorify everything with their crystalline glaze.Lovers in the Making5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits with perfect posture (at her mother’s prodding), her teeth white against cherry red lips parted in a smile as she laughs pleasantly at something he’s said. A delicate hand rests against the side of her coffee mug, grateful for the warmth between her fingertips, whilst the other traces the rim absentmindedly. She is too distracted by hazel eyes and charm to notice.
He gestures wildly with his hands, as he falls more and more in depth with his story, captivating he’s sure, more than himself. He pauses momentarily, to sip from his hot chocolate, the sweet warmth caressing his throat and then exhales in appreciation. He catches her eye, encouraging him to continue with his story. He leans closer, placing his left elbow (making sure to push his shirt sleeves up first, of course) on the smal
Impossible StairsA beautiful woman,Impossible Stairs4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Have we already met?
I thought that we did,
That's what I don't get.
An unfamiliar face.
Silence; your hearts race.
Have I felt this way.
Where would I be,
Without That Day?
Who really knows,
Who really cares?
Run or walk,
Sink or swim.
You smile softly,
At my shit-eating grin
Lady Imura"Men... Tell me, am I not the most wondrous thing you've ever seen?"Lady Imura1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a loud cheer of approval. She was.
"Am I not perfection made flesh?"
Again they agreed.
"Am I not the heavenly vessel of divine providence? The embodiment of heavenly will?"
She was, at least to them
"Am I not the biggest thing you've ever seen?"
Lady Imura, Shogun of the Daigo prefecture, was truly vast. She half lay propped in the rear of her heavily customized war wagon, parading in front of her troops. She wore thick, heavy armour with it’s overlapping plates covering her body like some great blood-red leviathan. A single plate covered her most valuable asset, more ornate and more reinforced than the helmet that encased her beautiful features, the mask separate so that she might address them. A huge curved bowl was strapped to the front of her, carved from ancient hardened camphor wood and coated in hammered bronze affixed over steel plates, protecting both her proudest, most valued and most vulner
Church of LiesMany strange religions have emerged over these past centuries. Some focus on strange acts while others were depended on strange beliefs. But none were as strange as the Cult of the Eternal Pregnancy. This cult was created by the high priestess after she announced that she has been blessed with carrying the embodiment of hope as a child. The child, or children, were to live within this blessed one until the moment presents itself where the hope within the high priestess emerges, granting everyone a lifetime of glory. Many were in disbelief that such a thing could possibly exist, but few have actually got to see the grand belly that the high priestess, leader of the cult, held. If any would behold this grand beauty, they’d be a believer in no time and become acolytes in this ever growing cult.Church of Lies3 months ago in Comedy More Like This
The acolytes rushed out of their rooms, hurrying to the mess hall to greet the grand priestess waiting for her followers. They all filed into two lines, posi
omnipresenceomnipresence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a large shadow of the top of a tree on the french doors
sometimes still, sometimes swaying gently in the quiet
a soothing, welcome presence
switch the room light on
it subsides, doesn't go away
that it should remind me of some giant human form
Everyone DiesI stood on the bridge from one side of town to the other. Cars raced by me, artificial lights tracing illusory paths. I had stood there for at least an hour, my shirt collar unbuttoned, my tie discarded. The tears had stopped for a while as I stared at the river far below, so black, an abyss awaiting me. I am no coward. This was not easy. It was when I started to climb over, when I was finally about to jump, that was when he put his hand on my shoulder. I have no idea how he got so close.Everyone Dies1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I remember turning to him, trying to tell him to get away from me, but his grip was so strong, and his eyes... His eyes were fierce, like the eyes of a wolf. He spoke to me over the din of the traffic, never breaking eye contact.
‘Everyone dies. The question you have to ask yourself is this: Have you truly lived? What you have right now, life, what a precious gift. The things you could experience, the depths to which you could know yourself, to which you could feel and understand deeply and prof
New to MortalityI cannot stress to you enough just how much I miss my oldNew to Mortality4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
life. There was a time when I felt nothing, needed nothing. I
was no one. Forgive me for my rant, I just can't get over
how much feeling comes with mortality. This constant
bombardment of feeling across my face every time I leave
my sanctuary. What is this, wind? And what about the
constant annoyance at the back of my mind when a train
passes or a baby cries or a dog howls or-- how can you put
up with this? What's wrong with you! How can you say
you are happy with all these emotions and, and sensations?!
I cannot tell you how different all of this is, only that it
hurts to feel it all at once.
Well, not all the time. There was this one time when I first
began the end of my life and felt good. I was walking
around one of your towns, it was raining and cold and no
one was around. I looked up to the sky, numb in my
immortality and wanting to die, and felt the slightest
glimmer of feeling, the first feeling I ever felt. A tiny