Dr'gog Day Choose Your Own Adventure I You groggily awoke from your sleep. You wanted to stay in bed, but you had too much to do. Slouching, you walked over to the counter. The chrono said that the time was 3, Dr'gog Time. You weren't sure what exactly that meant, but it felt early. You fumbled through your belongings in the drawer, eventually finding everything you needed. Satisfied that you had everything, you looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall. What did you see?
A young human male with a reckless smile on his face and a blaster pistol on his belt.
A young human female with a warm smile on her face and a lightsaber on her belt.
Echoes - a Fives/Echo ficEchoesEchoes - a Fives/Echo fic11 months ago in Drama More Like This
Hoth was cold.
It wasn't the kind of cold he was used to; this was a permeating, biting chill that he felt could freeze the flesh off his bones, the kind that seeped through whatever layers you wore like ice water. It numbed his fingertips, despite the thick, woollen gloves, and stuck to the side of his weather-beaten face in small crystals that he could scrape off with his hand. They didn't melt in his palm.
He carried on his path, trudging through thick snow and huddling against the harsh wind that he knew never ceased here, whether it carried snow with it or not. He heard it howling at night, an eerie and haunting sound that gave him chills. It made the night feel long. It made him feel alone. He stopped again, and looked around at the desolate whiteness. Nothing but snow and ice, perfect white from having never seen sentient presence here. He would not have been surprised to know his footsteps in the snow were the first the planet had ever seen. It was all lonely here
ApocalypseThe child curled up, tightening her grip on the checkered blue and white quilt. She shifted; eyes closed so tightly the wrinkles stood out at the corners. She ground her teeth and shivered in what should have been an innocent child-like sleeps. “Mommy!” She cried softly, unwaking from tortured slumber.Apocalypse3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The young boy huddled in the corner of his room, whites of his eyes glowing with fear. His teeth chattered and his face was twisted into an awful grimace. His fingernails dug deep into his arms, stopping just short of drawing blood, and he shook back and forth violently. Nonsensical muttering spewed from his mouth.
The girl tos
The Red Eve Chapter 3Chapter Three - AmbushThe Red Eve Chapter 34 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel and Charlotte finally made it back to the car just as the sky was beginning to darken, with Renji close behind still trying to investigate the new person. Luckily the car hadn’t been ransacked by other survivors and was still in one piece.
“I think there’s something wrong with one of the spark plugs, the wires seem loose in it but I have no tape or spare wires to fix that,” He said with a shrug. Charlotte fumbled around in her pocket for a moment before presenting a somewhat bloody roll of gauze medical tape.
“Would this work?” She asked as she held it out to him.
Happiness.Happiness.Happiness.6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
It's that spark.
That simple little spark.
The spark set off by the tiniest thing.
The spark can grow to a bubble of butterflies inside.
The bubble of butterflies can fill you up in a gentle warmth.
The gentle warmth can lead to a smile.
The smile can get passed on.
The happiness is shared. All over the world. Perhaps, one day, all through the universe.
Perhaps not for the same reason but the same emotion is there.
My happiness comes from my friends' happiness.
I love to see that smile on their face, whether personally or electronically.
Happiness is also spread through hugs, that friendly, even loving gesture of protec
Somnium Nos Vivere Prologue Here, in our humble land of Somnium, there are tales of a creature known as a Human. These stories, while quite similar to the stories of the Angels you have all heard before, are not quite as well known. And sadly, neither are widely believed by the general public. Most, in their ignorance, decide to pass such narratives off as fairy tales, meant merely to frighten their children. However, I guarantee you that all accounts of humans, Angels, and any other such things that you may or may not believe are all very true, and that all are important in this epic. I however, at the present, choose to give more focus to the humans.Somnium Nos Vivere Prologue6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now I know wha
The cabin with the mossy stumpThe cabin with the mossy stumpThe cabin with the mossy stump6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And wooden steps, outside
The one with the old cougar pelt
That terrified me as a child
As if it would someday come
long boring days there
With not a thing for a kid to do
Except pick buttercups, and play
Where the adults would be busy
Working, chopping wood and
Mowing grass, and me and
My brother had to amuse
Ourselves, while not getting
In the way
The place with the ski trips
And Easter holidays spent
Looking for candy in all the
Places, chocolate rabbits
And Easter baskets
And even occasionally
A toy bunny or book
Mostly it tastes like
Pepsi that has mostly
Gone flat in my mind
Perhaps because it was
Infected - Chapter 1 - Good LuckInfected - Chapter 1 - Good Luck1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good luck."Chapter 1
The television flashed to life as the standby screen flickered away and was replaced by the BBC news, a dishevelled presenter in a shirt and suit trousers on screen. Below his image ran by the day's singular headline; beside him was a list of 'rules' and above him, as it had been for the past three days, was 'Breaking News'.
Leigh Brennan sat on the sofa, her hands clasped by her mother on one side and her father on the other. Her two younger sisters were sat on her mum's lap, clinging to her torso and arm. None of them had spoken much in the past hour as they waited for the television to come back on. Her mum had mana
Broken DollHow hopeless she seemsBroken Doll1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a shattered doll she is
they could not see the scars
enveloping her porcelain
Strings have been long cut
yet freedom was never her gain
tossed down into the pits of despair
tendrils of darkness conquer
They could not see
the fragility and the delicateness
with no working joints
she dwells within the nothingness
Forgotten and forsaken
how cruel of a punishment
if only they could see her pain
beneath scars and frozen skin
rests a heart
How cruel a punishment
buried with the grime
laying amongst the other broken
she never asked for this
In this doll was life
an angel beneath the scars
now her heart taken
rests only an empty vessel
Hung by her very strings
in the never-ending darkness
where light barely shines
the key to her freedom
Heartlessly placed in her broken hand.
The Vector: Moses' Story The faint light of a single bulb did little to illuminate the dim funeral home room. A small coffin sat on the podium. A woman in a black funeral dress wept, kneeling in front of the coffin and burying her face in flowers. By her side stood a tall, solemn man in a black suit, his face dry and his expression unwavering. He kept his hand perpetually on the woman’s shoulder, determined not to express any emotion.The Vector: Moses' Story2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Besides the two, the room was unoccupied, but the disorganization of the chairs showed signs of recently being full.
For a while, the woman didn’t move except to shudder and cry. Finally, she seemed to co
The Iron CityThe Iron City:The Iron City2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the year 2032 there stood a fortress amongst rubble and ruin…
It is 2152, 3:15 a.m., I’m up late for the 10th time this month. Re-occurring dreams haunt my bedside. I lay awake, eyes fixed tirelessly on a small spec on the ceiling of my room. I run my hand over my face at the idea of being awoken yet again in a fit of perspiration and confusion. I take a few deep breaths to gather whatever sanity I have left. Dragging my sheets to one side, I felt it was okay to get up for the day. As of late, it’s not like I’d be getting much sleep anyway.
4:15 now and I’m all but ready to proceed with the
Fangs or Fire? Part 24 A sigh of relief came from both Flame Prince and I, and I smiled.Fangs or Fire? Part 243 months ago in Romance More Like This
"So, the vampire king's girl finally admits her true feelings to the dummy fire elemental, huh?" I was confused now. Flame Prince almost sounded doubtful about my feelings towards him.
"What are you talking about? I don't think you're a dummy? Goofy, sure. But not a dummy." He grinned and a sat up from our embrace and poked him in the face. He rose an eyebrow at me as he said, "What the heck are you doing, Fionna?" I shrugged.
"Just checking to see if it's really you, and not some fake you or something. I know it's you because you slightly burned