Redwall- Coming Home Winter over Mossflower wood had been remarkably harsh. Everything was white and cold, frozen in its place until Spring. The tree branches leaned low, heavily laden with snow and ice. There was a constant flurry of snow falling at all times.Redwall- Coming Home3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The weather had trapped the creatures of Redwall Abbey inside the red sandstone structure. The only ones allowed out were the biggest and strongest of creatures, and even then only rarely.
Presently, one of those with such privileged rights was outside, charging through the deep snow on the Abbey walls, attempting to survey the landscape.
Deyna the otter was a tall, strong riverdog. He'd been born at the Abbey, but as a babe had been stolen and taken to the Juskarath clan. After fifteen long seasons he returned home to the Abbey, and to his mother and older sister. Still, he had some habits hanging over him
A Time With TailsAn advantage of living on one of the lesser-known islands is that during the off season, the beach is nearly deserted, especially at night.A Time With Tails2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Water slaps against the dock's wooden supports, spitting droplets of salt water into the night air. The surf rushes like breath in our ears while the foam-capped waves retreat from the beach, tiny shells and pebbles rolling in their wake.
It isn't cold, not really. It rarely gets truly cold here. But it's chilly, cool enough to raise goosebumps on our bare arms and make us shiver in the shade of the dock. We stay silent, though, not letting our teeth chatter, not whispering about our plans for the night.
All three of us are staring at the last house on the beach with any lights on. It's a kitchen light. I saw someone walking around inside. It won't be long now before they finally go to bed and that warm light winks out. Not long now.
We've tucked ourselves up under the old wooden dock, right a
Saved It was a hot day, almost blisteringly so. The sand was hot too, unless you disturbed it a bit. It was much cooler underneath. But it still got everywhere, and that made it rather irritating. Especially when it was in your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your-Saved2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Get up!” Someone screamed from the crowd. The cry was picked up and chanted around the arena.
The young shapeshifter laid in the sand, eyes closed, listening to the voices. She realized rather suddenly that she was human, knocked out right out of her bear shift by her opponent's relentless blows. She didn't really care. She was feeling every bruise, tasting the blood in her mouth. Every breath was an effort. Maybe she was dying. That would be nice. It would probably be quiet. She felt her body relax.
The crowd booed. There hadn't been nearly enough bloodshed in this fight.
At least, not yet.
The tigress growled and narrowed her eyes at th
Data Crunch600 wordsData Crunch5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What excitement did he have to offer the Autobot cause?
With some funky music supplied by Jazz, a hot drink nearby, and a tidy pile of his brothers' science notes, Lightspeed felt that he was all set and ready to go.
Doing the Cybertronian version of paperwork back at base while everyone else was about to head out on another mission. Without him. Again. Lightspeed faked being unconcerned as his eldest brother Scattershot tried to make him feel good about being left behind.
" not as if we don't want you with us out in the field." Scattershot was saying as he stood with one hand on Lightspeed's shoulder.
"It's ok." Lightspeed interrupted in a voice that sounded far more cheerful then he felt. But regardless of how he felt Lightspeed knew that he was not being ditched. By the time his brothers returned from this latest mission he, Lightspeed, would have all of the data from the previous mission ready to be presented to the Autobot brass.
Avengers: In MemoriamIn MemoriamAvengers: In Memoriam3 years ago in Drama More Like This
in memoriam, a Latin phrase that translates directly as 'in memory of'"Did you mourn?"
"We all did."They all mourn. Just in different ways.
There is a bloodstain on the wall.
None of them ever mention it or show any sign of letting it dwell in their thoughts, but Fury has noticedwith his 'good eye' as Stark likes to refer to it asthat there are a few rare moments just before a mission when they can be found gathered around the mark they refuse to let anyone clean away, and one or two of them at a time can be found giving it more than just a passing glance as they wander by it, fingers outstretched and tips barely brushing the surface.
The stain marks more than another casualty of battleit is a moment of triumph, of death; it is where, separate as they were, they became a team, where they found something (no, someone) to avenge. It is where they go on their own to collect their thoughts, looking into the empty void before them (th
SunshineHis eyes were blank as he waved his hand lazily through the visible radiance of sunshine that cascaded through the thick trees above, dappling the clearing that he didn't dare enter. The light refracted through his hand, bending oddly, as if it were passing through water rather than flesh. Not that his flesh could truly be called flesh anymore.Sunshine5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macalaurë sighed and looked down at the shining green grass. His silver gaze could detect no sign of a foreign, solid object obstructing the path of the light that was being thrown to the ground, lighting up the world around him in a way that appeared striking compared to the gray of everything else around him. Even his pale shadow of a hand seemed brighter beneath the sunlight.
Even the sunshine can no longer see me. This fact should have bothered him, should have brought him some sort of despair, but the elf didn't even twitch. In fact, he was almost relieved