SadismSadism5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky had just begun to fade into a rich pink when Miliani made it to the warehouse district in Paris. For the past week preceding the full moon, she had watched this place and was satisfied to find that it was completely abandoned, not a soul approaching the dilapidated buildings the entire time.
After taking one last glance around, she slipped inside the large steel door of the building farthest away from the hustle and bustle of the city streets, confident that she would not be bothered tonight.
The scent of age and dust hit her like a sledgehammer as she turned to inspect the area, and a hand instinctively flew to cover her sensitive nose and mouth. She took a few steps over the large and open floor, gazing over to the far wall where some long-dead machinery sat nestled in a line. The sun sinking in the sky made it difficult to see; the ever-weakening light filtering in through windows set high in the walls cast large shadows over more than half of the warehouse's interior, lendi
The Little ThingsThe soft, familiar song of tags jingling together announced Ben's return from his walk with Abe and Eoghan, an hour or so after they had headed out into the snowy London streets.The Little Things4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mili winced slightly as she straightened up, pain flaring up her spine and fanning out across her shoulders on its way to her head. She managed a weak smile when the leonberger came dashing into the living room, all excited panting and goofy dog grins.
"Hello, Ben," she murmured, her fingers threading into the thick, snow-dusted fur behind his ears as he laid his massive, shaggy head atop her lap. "You like your walk?"
The dog wriggled in pleased reply, sitting with a heavy thump between her feet in front of the sofa. Mili allowed herself a soft laugh, the warm energy of her companion soothing the aches and vague, sharp pains from her fight with Vincenzo the night prior.
"That mutt loves the snow," came the low, familiar voice of Eoghan as he and Abernathy appeared in the doorway. "He jumped straight into a sn
Werewolf Genre Pet PeevesWerewolves have never had terribly consistent folklore. Even prior to the early days of film, werewolf myths varied wildly - good and evil, permanently and temporarily transformed, quadruped and bipedal (rarely), curable or incurable, etc, etc. Because the legends were so scatter-brained, the original The Wolf Man largely invented its own mythos. It was imitated repeatedly and became the "standard" of the genre. As the formula began to wear thin, others added new innovation to the myth - some ideas stuck and some didn't.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With such a scattered range of ideas, it's only natural that fans of werewolves aren't going to like all of them and I'm no different. In fact, I downright can't stand some aspects commonly used in modern werewolf fiction. Maybe it doesn't make any sense, maybe it contradicts my artistic principles, or maybe I just don't like it. Whatever the reason, a few genre tropes that I don't like developed into pet peeves - and if you're a werewolf fanboy or fangir
Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Annoying PuppiesYou asked for it and you got it: more ranting! Today, we'll be talking about the new pups on the block of overused cliches and broken tropes.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Annoying Puppies3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A trend lately is to have werewolves born as humans and have their first change in their teenage years. There's a few reasons for this, the most significant of which seems to be so that normal, everyday high school students can suddenly discover that they're werewolves as a wish fulfillment fantasy (see my last essay for an in-depth rant about my high school werewolves). Yet, there may be a more subtle reason: because big scary werewolves aren't so scary as puppies. Instead, they're likely to be adorably awkward: chewing on furniture, transforming at inconvenient times, biting their friends, etc.
That's what these tropes are - the new puppies running around underfoot. Despite being relatively new to the genre, they've already overstayed their welcome. To keep the puppy metaphor, for most of these tropes, it's not that they're inherently bad
DutyCold MoonDuty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I leave the realm of sleep to be greeted by the winter cold and my grumbling stomach.
It’s been over a week since I last ate anything… and even then it was just some mushrooms that felt as though I’d swallowed a venomous eel. I rise slowly, shake the snowflakes off of my pelt, savoring the warmth that comes from movement, blood flowing through my veins once more.
I can’t make a fire. Even if I had something more useful than my bulky, clawed hands, I don’t know how to do it. Servants always made my fires back home.
My stomach gurgles and dull pains emanate through my body like an echo inside an empty cavern. Food… always on my mind, even haunting my dreams. I remember just two moons ago, back when it was still fall, the harvest season. Drink overflowed from full cups, food tumbled to the floor to be eaten by hounds for lack of table space, fires burned day and night, and all was right with th
Glorious ShitAnother Dream-Glorious Shit7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You can make it;
Pass through shit
To welcome the divine.
What kind of mind is this?
What kind of perversion?
You don't make much sense to me,
You don't make much sense to them-
You don't make much sense.
Return to painting flowers,
Name flowers flowers,
Name darkness strangeness,
Name genius a vile trait.
We cannot decipher you...
Bend down a little.
Everyone needs their audience-
Who are you to dispute?
Who is it you're talking to?
It can't be to yourself!
Everything is illuminated!
(I can write my glossary
Of horror and neglect.)
Do I love you?
Of course I love you,
Nobody else still cares
About the little things,
Such as your senseless self.
(Yes, I'll make everything clear,
The way you want me to.)
Let's speak a new language,
Let's call man the Head,
The alphabet into the globe-
The stud of universe.
(Of course we are the center,
Can't you see?)
Stop mocking me!
You are a brilliant little b
CatharsisThe waning moon slowly rose into the black velvet of the country sky as Mili trailed her unbroken fingers through the thick fur of Beircheart's neck. The transformation and fight with Vico the night before had left her aching and bedridden, a makeshift cast encompassing her left wrist.Catharsis4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ben, ever the faithful companion, lay beside her, his head resting in her lap as his large and furry body curled around her crossed legs. His concerned brown eyes gazed up at the girl, sensing rather than seeing the sagging of her shoulders and the purple bags forming beneath her eyes.
Jay, their temporary housemate and unrelenting nurturer, had just finished putting away the bandages she'd used to rewrap Mili's gouged stomach. Making her way silently towards her bedroom the tiny one at the end of the hall, where the mattress felt like cardboard and the sheets like burlap she paused to glance into the sliver of light filtering from her werewolf friend's bedroom bed slightly softer an
Snapped --Mature--Sitting at your seat, your elbows leaning on the bar top, your senses are tightened by the sudden sensation of the hairs on the back of your neck standing to strict attention.Snapped --Mature--9 years ago in Horror More Like This
A scent curls by your nose, scattered by the smell of alcohol strewn through the bar, the smell of sweat from the dozens of men sitting and drinking, mostly just having gotten back from their jobs.
Even buried beneath all the sharp, unpleasant smells, this smell stands out. The only way to really describe it, would be to imagine a huge red line painted mid-air...
Your head slowly turns, your eyes dart to their left corners, as you watch the door to the place swing open. The small bell above the door jingles with the person's entry, some people looking up and looking back away, as a natural reaction.
As the door swings open, hints at smells from the street pour in. Normal people smell nothing but air, but then again, you're not normal, are you...?
Your nose is as sharp as a bloodhound's.
And the man in black jeans
WerewolfWerewolfWerewolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Ariel Bujans
My skin crawls
As the moon begins to fill,
Become harder to satisfy
As the day fades
And night falls.
My screams of pain,
Fills the night.
My bones brake,
My limbs extend,
My blood lust intenseness,
My heart races,
Becomes a howl.
Finally it is done,
I once looked human
But that was just my mask,
This is who I really am.
I am the one,
Who goes bump in the night,
The one who hides in the shadows,
The one who is
Argo Part 1Argo Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
During the final hours of the Annual American Engineers Association Symposium, the grounds outside the convention center teemed with androids. Most were under four feet tall, with a harmless animal quality to them; fur, face and all. The symposium did not permit out-of-the-box factory androids on the convention floor for multiple reasons--though disappointingly, what they had to offer this year lacked any significant improvements.
The sky brooded, matching the mood that hung over the entire weekend. Mira wanted to return to work; it would be a welcoming distraction from an unproductive trip. Castletown was a veritable holy land of android engineering (at least for this hemisphere), but her grail was still missing.
Lily, her android, pulled the car up to the convention hall, when it began to rain. In technical design terms, Lily was an ani-droid, but the lazy tongue dropped the extra vowel. Ani-droids were too common to r
Link x Midna -for contest-In the middle of the night Link awoke to a cold sweat. It had been the 5th time this week. It was the same dream. That nightmare. Shadows, shadows all around cold be seen, pulling Link further and further in. People with no faces mocking him, laughing at him. Link tried to go back to sleep but could not even sleep a wink. He got up got into his tunic, saddle Epona and galloped of thinking about his dreams. Upon, entering the Fields of Hyrule Link is stopped by a figure leaning up against a tree. Who are you? Link said as he moved slowly towards the tree hand on the hilt of his sword.Link x Midna -for contest-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Me, I am not of your concern now. But why are you out here at such a time? the figure said as she examined his tunic, Y-Y-Your Link, I have been looking for you. Go to the desert, to where you last saw Midna. Ill be waiting for you. with a snap of her fingers the figure disappears. Link, listening to the figure goes off to Lake Hylia pays Flyer 20 rupees to go down
Rant about villains in storiesFirst of all, I would like to remind all of you that terms "good" and "bad" are very relative. What I find good, might be utterly wrong from your point of view, especially in this case, when we can't lean on scientific facts. But I will do my best giving valid reasons as to why I think things should be done the way I represent them here. If you feel like my reasons aren't good and you disagree with me, feel free to share your thoughts, but please, give reasons for your argument. I enjoy discussion, even debates, and am always ready to "broaden my horizon", so to speak.Rant about villains in stories6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Clear? Good, let's begin.
Part 1. The Basics of a Villain
In the first part I'm going to talk about why a story needs a villain and what is generally expected form a basic villain type. These are only the very basics, a stand where we're going to build our villain's skeleton and flesh.
Okay, let's start with the basics
Alright, so you have a story and you want to tell it. You have a nice leading
Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Stale ClichesHello kiddies! In the last essay in this series, I talked a bit about some flawed tropes I actually enjoy in the werewolf genre. I suppose it was a nice break to be slightly positive for once, but I know that you guys want to see me rant about stuff again. Well, what Moar Boar wants, he gets.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves: Stale Cliches3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
In the original "Pet Peeves," I focused primarily on aspects of the genre that I feel are indicative of cultural issues such as misogyny or genre-level problems. We'll be shifting gears a bit today and looking and some tropes that aren't inherently bad (mostly), but have just been worn out through overuse. They're badly in need of a new spin, yet creators seem to be outright afraid to change them, perhaps for fear of going against decades of "tradition." Yet, you'll likely notice as we go over this list that many of these "traditions" weren't all that good even when they were new.
So get your rubber gloves because we're going to stick our hands into the mound of tired, old cliches putrefying
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
The Fairy Godmother's MiracleThe Fairy Godmother's Miracle3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At dawn, sunlight touched the beast’s black fur. She thrashed wildly, flailed her heavy arms and bloodied, clawed hands, as if trying to maul the light itself. She let forth a sorrowful howl and collapsed on the flattened grass.
The she-beast's fur faded into a black mist, leaving milky white skin covered in the blood of her victims like savage war paint. Her claws became broken fingernails, her mane became filthy, bedraggled blond hair, and her bestial face became that of a delicate young woman. She lay naked on the grass, now sleeping peacefully.
It was at that moment that a beautiful fairy appeared, clad in a silken dress the color of the summer sky. With a comb made from pearl, she began to brush the brambles out of the young girl’s silken, bloodstained hair. The fairy sprayed just a touch of rose water, gently washing away clotted blood and curling her golden locks into a perfectly arranged coiffure suitable for a princess. Her task completed, she turned her att
Amelia Smith's guide to werewolves:SPECIES: werewolf (Homo-Sapiens Lupus).Amelia Smith's guide to werewolves:2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Like Any other human being, usually thin/lean due to a fast metabolism.
Fur usually matches their natural hair color.
Eyes are usually gold/yellow, and sometimes red. Unless the individuals human form has blue eyes, in which case, the werewolf form will have blue eyes as well.
Height and weight varies, growth remains the same as a normal human.
Usually larger, with a more wolf-like appearance.
Muscles are well defined, but are usually masked by thick fur which covers the entire body.
Thick scruff surrounds the neck, protecting it in the event of a fight.
Almost always have a long tail, used for balance when walking/running.
Like any other normal human.
Almost always quadrapedal, though their body does allow for standing bipedal with the
Still a better love story- RomaniaxReaderStill a better love story- RomaniaxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Okay, just incase the pic and title didn't make this clear enough, this story contains some twilight bashing. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. GOT IT?!
On to the story!
"Come on, ________!" Your best friend (bff's name) begged for the umpteenth time. "Just give it a chance!"
"No!" You replied, for the umpteenth time.
"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" She whined.
"The premise of the book is just asinine. Vampires are supposed to be feared, not made into the object of several horny teenage girls' - and a few moms'- affections!"
In case it wasn't apparent already, the subject of your current argument (the only argument you two were having lately) was the infamous Twilight series. Your friend wanted nothing more than for you to share in the joy of the series with her, but you were just not interested. It wasn't like you hated it or anything, it just didn't appeal to you.
" You're being so unfair, _______. How can you say you don't like it when you haven't even g
Demon of the Night...Author's Note: This story is ficticious and the characters are too. So don't take this seriously and everything will be sweet as candy okay? Alright, let's start the show! ^^Demon of the Night...5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
All is well in a day of the simple-minded. No fears of the world through a fool's eye. They just squander the place like a lazy lion, too tired to eat the dead prey in its paw
But the wise know better, despite other things. Such neglectful thought of the supernatural events occur. Even though we ignore this powerful force, it is still there. It is here now.
The night stars twinkle dimly in the scarlet sky
A fair maiden in peaceful slumber dreams of pretty things. When her mind is empty of ponies and dolls, the darkness closes in around twofold.
The bedroom door creaks open a bit, as a dark creature of evil comes out of it.
All is not well here
All is not well
With piercing yellow eyes, the demon flows to the bed and
WerewolfLet me run and howl under the moon,Werewolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does it matter I'm never going to die.
I won't return, not very soon,
I need to get away; all I need are wings to fly.
Don't come after me or I'll turn on you.
You won't know what to do or to think,
I'm the monster, the beast, with a hate you never knew,
So break my leash, just one link.
Bend the bars of my cage,
So I can spread my wings,
Fly away with all my curses and rage,
I'll return when the Thorn bird sings.
Above all my senseless dreams I'll soar,
Floating through all my old childhood memories,
I'll go on, faraway from here, and know so much more,
So break these bonds, I beg you, please.
So under the moon I can howl and run,
Singing my praises to the one above,
I'll run away at the first ray of the sun,
And chase after the one I love.
I'll come back one day,
Just wait and see,
I'll take your own chains away,
And together we'll run free.
Ch.1:Soldier BoysCh.1:Soldier Boys5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warm shafts of sunlight streamed through the canopy of lush green leaves and dappled the well-worn road that ran through the Sheridan Forest. Damian's thick black hair felt hot and heavy in the summer heat. Beneath him, his horse sidestepped impatiently.
Goath was a gorgeously dappled gray Bersh, the warhorse breed of Lorca. He tossed his head and pawed the earth, obviously sick of standing and waiting. Damian sighed with exasperation.
The sun rose higher, scorching the earth and leaving the air dry. Damian listened. The forest was eerily quiet, as if its creatures were hiding till the evening shade brought relief from another day of glaring heat.
A thud from the road up ahead made Damian's hand fly instinctively to his sword hilt. He let his muscles relax when he saw the familiar face of Dustin, his blond-haired friend. It had been two days since their knighthood ceremony. They had become squires together at fourteen, and had quickly developed an almost hostile rivalry. As their squir
Werewolf!LinkxReader-Midnight Beast pt.1Werewolf!LinkxReader-Midnight Beast pt.12 years ago in Drama More Like This
Should I help him..or should I not?
That was a question that always seemed to be on your mind. Should you help or should you not? Maybe you shouldn't have. After all, you wouldn't be in your current situation if you did. Being chased by angry villagers, all for the sake of the beast who was running beside you.
You were trying to protect him from being speared by a pitchfork or burned by a torch since he was injured enough already.
Why? Why did you have to protect him though? This..mongrel.
Why? Because you loved him. It was strange admitting that to yourself. That you could actually fall for a beast.
But there's no way of understanding how this all came to be from here. No.
You need to go back. Back to the beginning. How this all started. Only then could you understand this tale of a true Beauty and the beast.
It was a sunny day in the village of Ordon, where you and your pal Link lived. You were a high spirited girl who frequently helped out on the farm, though The mayor,
blurb 5.6.13Mili is a train going off the rails when she charges forward, anger blazing in her eyes, to land a powerful fist against the gaping jaw of a strung-out vampire. The creature lets out a wheezing shriek as he buckles to the ground, blood spewing from his mouth.blurb 5.6.133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trapper shoves the thing away from him with a bodily grunt and reaches blindly for the hand he knows is extended in his direction. Mili drags him upright, and then she’s gone again, blade flashing in her fingers when she disappears back into the throng of drug-addled monstrosities currently swarming the docks.
It’s just after midnight and the week before a full moon. Trapper wipes blood from a gash under his eye as he takes a moment to scan his surroundings. He spots Mili again, scarlet curls flying behind her as she slices the throat of a vampire clean in two and pushes him back into another fanged nightmare. She is all rage and power, the force of a tank behind each blow, solid and steady.
Jay is out a bit further, t
EnglandxSpy!Reader: Was Your Love Real Ch1You were staring down the barrel of a gun. Your arms tied behind you while sitting in a metal chair. You were stuck in a dark locked room in the basement of some building. The man holding the gun was looking at you with mixed emotions. The love in his eyes was mixed strong hatred. The last time you saw him was nearly five years ago. You wondered why he would still hate you after so many years.EnglandxSpy!Reader: Was Your Love Real Ch13 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were an intel spy from the country of _______. The fact that you were twenty one years old and the youngest in your field made you a favorite of you boss. You’re youth and innocence made targets lower their guard around you. Your record of gaining information was spotless; no target was safe from your charm. Lately your boss would allow their allies to request your services.
“Agent 104 you’re needed into the boss’ chambers.” another spy said walking by your desk. You looked up fro