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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 Home11 months 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 riverd
Go Fire Ferrets11 months ago in Movies & TV
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Lionheart- Chapter 2 Beth should have been disgusted by the color the water turned when she first stepped into the shower, but she was too tired, too sore, and too used to that sort of thing to be bothered.Lionheart- Chapter 29 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She sighed, willing the hot water to wash away the aches in her back, legs, and especially her right shoulder. She hadn't been surprised to find a sizable, angry-looking bruise there, where she'd landed on the side of the highway earlier. And it was obviously more than a little bump, too, evidenced by the sharp pains she suffered whenever she lifted her arm too high or grabbed onto something too tightly. She made a mental note to take it a bit easier
Singing in the RainErheim played a little tune on the lute, the notes ringing out clear and joyful in the near-silence of the abandoned citadel.Singing in the Rain1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
He paused.
The noise of the rain outside now seemed less threatening. In fact, before the few notes faded in the high-ceilinged building, the rain seemed to be drumming a counterpoint to the song.
The bard began the song anew.
"Alone one night
Quite a fearful sight
A lonely team did wait.
For a signal count
On a nearby mount
to sweetly seal their fate!"
Tully frowned.
"Their weapons strong
Didn't last too long
Against the claws
and fangs of the vicious beast;
Still it rings true
That all the dragons kne
Fitzwilliam Hugh's Fantastical Contraption Smoke billowed thickly into the dark sky from the oily mouth of a giant pipe. Gears ground together with loud creaks and groans. Metal struck metal violently when a thick, dirty wind blew.Fitzwilliam Hugh's Fantastical Contraption4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Giant factories, designed more like machines than buildings, clogged the landscape and made up the majority of the city of Marvelview.
Grimy streets slithered among the factories, puddled with oily condensation and paved with bronze-colored cobblestone. People wandered along the streets, dressed in dreary shades of black and gray, huddled in on themselves, eyes fixed on the ground.
In Marvelview, everything had a fine layer of grease.
Avengers: In MemoriamIn MemoriamAvengers: In Memoriam1 year 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 noticed—with his 'good eye' as Stark likes to refer to it as—that 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 ba
Drive"You ready to go?"Drive1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's with sodden hands and soaked-through boots that he climbs into the back of the faded old pickup. Red paint's peeling off everywhere, but he barely cares. Bullet holes and scattershot clusters show every few feet, but he still loves his ride. Despite the shattered world and slightly shattered rear-view mirror, it still takes him places.
He's got a gruff voice; his baritone erupts from his throat like gunfire or gravel across a chipped highway. Torn rubber boots slosh in the highway's broken shoulder. A burning wind catches his hair, runs through his stubble and down his open shirt. Runoff from the road splashes
But Mom...6 months ago in November - Three Colours
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"You will take care of her, won't you?" My father asked my stepmother, growing weak as each moment passed. "She has no others in her life…it's up to you to give her the life that I never could."
My stepmother, Esmeralda smiled but it was not kind. She brushed her fingertips over her husband's hair, pushing the dark brown hair from his eyes. "Of course, my love. We can't expect her to feel comfortable among her own kind."
He coughed. "That's not it, Esme," he said in a weak voice, his entire body resting across the large expansion of her lap and burgundy dress. "You are her mother now. This is her famil
Data Crunch600 wordsData Crunch2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What excitement did he have to offer the Autobot cause?
Data Crunch
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 o
Lionheart- Intro (Re-upload) Somewhere in California, fifteen years agoLionheart- Intro (Re-upload)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had only been a couple of hours, and Ron had already had his fill of babies. It was his turn to play the anxious father or doting relative in front of the window at the hospital nursery. Every time a nurse went by, he chose a different baby to smile at lovingly. They wouldn't know the difference, and choosing a different kid every time broke up the monotony...a little.
It was a little interesting to watch the different babies, all so similar but already so different from each other. Of course, the one he was really intended to be watching was far different. In fact, she was different
GalactusTo whomever finds meGalactus1 year ago in Literature Entries More Like This
I fear I have held something from you and from the galaxy, for many a year. As you all know I am the last of my kin and as I am approaching the end of my life, I feel it is appropriate to tell you the truth.
Back when I was Galan in the year 27π it was the morn of the seventeenth moon. I was no older than nine, a number which, said to represent satisfaction, brought only sorrow. The sun had set with a smooth sky yet there was a disconcerting air of the cavern. The only woman who ever loved me was resting peacefully, with child, upon the chaise longue, the fire kissing her toes with the sweetest crackling sound. The
Battlegrounds 3 Prologue“Dey say et’ll send da toughest boy mad… Dey say et’s cursed, dat no one ‘oo goes dere’ll come back da same. Dey say dem greyskins don’t need ta patrol et, coz dey knows it’s da one line us Orks aint crossin’ fer no wun. It’s da Grey Line. Stay da zog away from et if yer like bein’ da way ya iz.”Battlegrounds 3 Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Nazgro Ghurk, Ork ‘Ardboy.
Ork warcamp, half a mile North of the Grey Line.
Burning space debris breached the thick layer of toxic clouds, scattering across the sky like fireworks. It was a far too common sight for the Orks; what was left of the once great Greenskin warships would s
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.Sunshine2 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 everythin
Sanctuary “But I'm not sleepy yet!” Annabelle complained, frowning at the pink-striped wallpaper on her bedroom walls.Sanctuary2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her father smiled and pulled her bedspread up to her chin. “Of course you are, sweetheart. It's late.”
Her mother clicked her nightlight on, the one with the holes cut in the shade. Bright spots shaped like leaping dolphins appeared on the walls. “Just lie still for a while and you'll realize how sleepy you are.”
Annabelle stuck out her bottom lip, but didn't argue anymore. Six-year-olds rarely won arguments. Annabelle had never won an argument about going to bed. Or anything
The Memory Of Trees- The Memory Of Trees -The Memory Of Trees1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Aklash crawled away from the battlefield, clawing at the earth, hurting it - hurting it as much as he hurt, a primitive, vindictive revenge against the pain that rippled from the jagged wound in his abdomen. He dragged the weight of his body, arms aching, the edges of the cut chafing against half-buried rocks, and his dark, dark blood seeping into the earth.
The cries of his brethren were dying behind him; it was good, for they served to cover his own escape. Soon they were nothing but a weak, distant wail amidst the shuffling of the vegetation. Aklash knew the name of the tall, frail and useless stems that he was cr
GT: TherapyFear, rational or otherwise, was something one never truly wanted to face head on.GT: Therapy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
For twenty years, give or take, Carol Walding viewed conquering some certain fears as overrated; avoidance was just as commendable in her eyes.
So as she sat quietly in the large, solemn office, under the scrutinous gaze of the austere Colonel Jackson, she wondered what decisions in her life caused her to end up here.
"It's quite illogical, Carol." Colonel Jackson was a longtime friend of the family, possibly her father's best friend, but as he spoke with her that evening, his voice was leveled and professional; though he still had trouble concealing the und
Sforzando Magnificent, imposing shadows towered over the winking lights of the city; even in the late twilight hours, the noises of the bustling metro exploded into the colourful night. Patches of light from streetlamps and back-lighted signs broke up the shadows haunting the streets. Amid the luminous message boards advertising new brands of deodorant, Diamond Shreddies, and fast food chains, a woman with a mask of cold beauty gazed impassively across the city, her long dark hair seeming to sway in the wind. Her unmoving gaze fixed itself upon the silhouettes moving below, small nothings in an immense world.Sforzando2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Down in the heart of the city, people se
Bluejays- Chapter 1 There was a great uproar in the castle. Servants dashed here and there, up and down, side to side, and all but climbed the walls grabbing this or that, bringing this up, hiding that away, burning this and fetching something else. The overall mood in the place was similar to that of a mad wildcat.Bluejays- Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the kitchens there was a frightful clanging and banging. Pots and pans were dropped, slammed down, washed, and put to use again.
Tully stood by one of the washing tubs, her arms wet up to the elbows, her curly red hair in her eyes. She scrubbed at an oily pot, gritting her teeth against the soreness in her fingers. The rough su
Ethos7 months ago in Fantasy
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Radioactive AutumnRadioactive AutumnRadioactive Autumn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draped in maple leaves and white gold,
her somber eyes hidden from the mounting ash.
Lack of contact labors a mutual threshold,
restless desires bred amongst odious machinations.
Staid throat drunk on her ambrosial sap,
more reverie to dirty all our neurons one by one.
Guttural cries rattle through shared visions,
depicted in blossoms and ignoring the damage done.
Sta.sh
