Mark of Athena Chapter 5It wasn't as though Annabeth hadn't met gods before; she'd talked to a great many thanks to Percy. She'd gotten fast food from Ares, visited mount Olympus during the counsel of the gods, had the goddess of wisdom as her mother, and Lady Artemis herself had wanted her to join the Hunters. Heck, she was even the main architect for Olympus after the war and the most powerful goddess hated her, not that she was complaining. It wasn't that Faunus was a satyr, either; one of her best friends was half goat and who was she to judge?Mark of Athena Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the fact that Faunus wasn't supposed to be alive that her fingers lingered on her dagger.
"You can't be Faunus." Annabeth whispered, her voice a little stronger than before. "There's no way, because Faunus is -"
"Pan's counterpart and he's gone?" The satyr chuckled, a deep and earthy sound that reminded her of the way her dad used to laugh when they first started getting along. "Come, child, allow me to enlighten you." He turned and began in the other direct
His Favorite Kind of Day This was Percy’s favorite kind of day. It was the beginning of summer, the sun was warm and blindingly bright, and he’d just arrived at camp a few days ago. He’d spent the morning training with some new campers, which was always a favorite activity of his. (Annabeth claimed it was because he loved to show off. She was probably right.) After that, he threatened to throw his girlfriend into the lake fully clothed if she didn’t take a break from her plans for Olympus right now and go swimming with him. She finally consented. He threw her in anyway.His Favorite Kind of Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After she got over her initial anger and annoyance, she smiled playfully and beckoned for him to swim over to her. She wrapped her legs seductively around his waist and rested her lips gently, teasingly against his. “You know, I’m gonna make you pay for that later, Percy Jackson.”
He pulled her even closer and knotted one of his hands in her wet hair. “I wouldn’t
Frenimies-Chapter 1CARTER'S POVFrenimies-Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I always knew there was something different about her. I just didn't know how different. I was never expecting the mess that I was about to get myself into.
She showed up about three months ago, a lonely girl with no memory. She didn't look like much, just a girl on the streets, living off what she could. When she showed up at the Brooklyn house, her jeans were in tatters and her shirt a mess. She had no shoes and she was stick-thin. When she'd seen me coming out, she had ran to me, showing me an amulet around her neck-the symbol of Isis.
She'd said that she'd gotten our message and came, she said she would've been here faster if the monsters hadn't been following her, trying to get her. She had outrun them long enough for her to find twin bracelets. She said that she'd felt drawn to them, that she found them by fate. She had put them on, and they entwined around her hands. Later, when she met a monster, she clicked the gems together and they had turned into silver daggers
Cassandria the Assassin chapter 1 (R M)My body was losing a lot of blood.Cassandria the Assassin chapter 1 (R M)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The white quilt that was wrapped loosely around my body was soaked in the scarlet liquid. I had a battle with my endurance; I tested how much blood a person needed before unconsciousness took over. My serrated, swollen were wounds crossed with black and blue blemishes, each one telling a short story of how they happened in almost an instant without mercy. I gritted my teeth and forcefully shook my head side to side, prolonging my knock out that should have been executed hours ago.
Seeking comfort, I brought my sore legs up to my stomach, curling myself into a frail cocoon position. The pain that existed through my veins never ceased; it felt like my blood was replaced with crippling poison. My heart thumped my chest, wanting and longing for a break from the mixture of lingering adrenaline and hatred. I felt broken, yet I resisted. The smell of iron loitered in my nostrils and a putrid taste of phlegm bleached my throat. Every night after training, I w
Sown by The WaysideI see the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God...Sown by The Wayside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In pages of papyrus being flipped and turned by the modern Bereans.
While a man speaks out fire and brimstone. (This act is not out of hatred and) It is not directed towards Me only those who covered in filthy rags buried underneath expensive formal clothing. But his lord sees my burning in the unscathed wooden pew. he also sees the double edged broadsword nested deep in My chest skewering My heart. My own sword that I once wielded.
i plead to the Lion of Judah for mercy and the Alpha grabs the hilt and the Omega removes the blade and sets it back in my right hand.
my open chest exposing the division between joint and marrow, soul and spirit.
The Chief Priest lays his hands healing my wounds and cleans the infections.
And before departure he commanded Go forth and sin no more
This He told me seventy times seven times
Mark of Athena Chapter 4Annabeth shifted in her sleep; she was neither aware of the blinding light bursting through her eyelids, nor did she register the transition from falling to her death to sleeping on an uncomfortable ground.Mark of Athena Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, it was the biting cold water soaking into her back that caused her to gasp in surprise.
Her eyes flew open, flitting around her surroundings like a hawk looking for its prey. Annabeth wasn't exactly miffed about the location; it was a beautiful, earthy forest with leaves of banana yellow, blood red, and bright orange that fell to the ground smoothly under the crisp morning breeze. The sun was only just coming out from its lightless slumber, and it shone through the cracks of the dense branches to cast intricate and beautiful patterns onto the crunch and frost covered floor. A body of water the size of a small lake lay to her immediate left, and Annabeth was sure she could touch it if she reached out with her hands. Lily pads sifted gracefully across the water, causing ripples as
Link x reader part 1You are sitting a a field overlooking Hyrule. The sight is beautiful. To the left, you see Death Mountain towering obove the ground. To the right is Lake Hylia shimmering in the sunlight peacefully. To the south, is the Haunted Wasteland where there is nothing but sand for miles and miles. And directly in front of you is Hyrule Castle. You smile, admiring the world around you.Link x reader part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly you see a man on a horse coming towards you. You stand up trying to get a better view of him. He stops in front of you and you can finally see him more clearly. He wears a long green hat and a green tunic. He also carries a sword and sheild. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He smiles at you and you can't help it. You smile back at him.
"Hello." He says. "May I ask why you are out here so late in the day?" He gets off the horse and stands in front of you. You notice he's tall.
"I was admiring the veiw." You say. "I'm a painter."
"Oh?" he says interested. "Well, I can take you home if you like. It gets da
40. Dragonsdragon [drag-uhn]40. Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1.) a mythical creature generally represented as a huge, winged reptile with a crested head, enormous claws and teeth and usually spouting fire.
3.) a fierce, violent person.
I am the dragon, viewed as evil by all. I have no feelings. I'm a fearsome beast, horribly vicious and bloodthirsty.
All one must do to be a hero is to slay me and save the princess.
I hoard treasure. I am a villain. The bad guy.
But what if the princess
Grew tired of her parents that never understood
Why she got upset when they insisted she marry a prince
(Who could never really love her, not properly)
And came to me with tears in her eyes?
What if I had compassion on her
I'll build you a tower.
I can protect you from bothering princes and mean grandmothers and kings and queens
And you can see the stars out your window
You will always be with me
And you will be safe.
DistractionsShe couldn’t concentrate. Images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession, cutting off abruptly when she mentally berated herself. They’d cease for a moment as she redirected her attention to her book, but her ADHD brain soon filled with unwanted memories once again.Distractions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mostly it was just colors—red and black, glowing eyes and darkness—but it was also sounds. Screams and roars, growls so vivid it was like the monsters were here in the room with her. Surprisingly, though, Annabeth wasn’t afraid.
She and Percy had been out of Tartarus for nearly eight months, and gradually, through the use of distractions and therapy and a million other things, they overcame their fears. The anxiety was still there, of course, but much more manageable now. It wasn’t quite fear anymore. Just a nuisance.
Still, though, she and Percy had their habits that they stuck with in case of regression. Annabeth still felt a tremor of panic in the back o
Jack Frost - Alone in the WorldJack clutched his staff tighter. Come on, he thought. Just one more time. If she could just see me for a moment...Jack Frost - Alone in the World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‛There! There he is! Do you see him this time?!' Elisa shouted to her friend, Penny.
‛The boy I was telling you about.'
Penny squinted her eyes through the fog to see where Elisa was pointing. All she saw was the statue of the pioneers of Burgess. There was no one there.
‛Stop playing around,' Penny said.
‛I swear, he was just....' Elisa couldn't deny that the pale figure had now disappeared. ‛He was just like in my dream. He was wearing a blue hoodie...and he was holding this staff...and he had hair as white as-'
‛Elisa, come on. Let's go,' Penny sighed. ‛We'll be late for class.'
Elisa's eyes stayed near the statue for a moment longer before she too sighed and shook her head. Impossible, she thought. He couldn't have really been there. She only imagined it. She knew she only saw that boy in her dreams.
Reliving the prevoius part 2 Reliving the Previous part 2Reliving the prevoius part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Percy had no idea where Grover might be so he headed to the Athena Cabin to find Annabeth. Just as he suspected the brainiac was at a small desk reading some architecture book, which was translated into Ancient Greek of course. The creaked and moaned loudly as Percy closed it. Hearing the noise, Annabeth looked up. On her face an expression of concentration quickly changed to a huge grin that reminded Percy of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“Hey Barnacle Face.”
“Barnacle Face?” Percy frowned. “I don’t like that name,” he stated dead serious. Annabeth laughed at Percy’s discomfort. Then she scrunched up her face thinking about his comment logically.
“You don’t like it? That’s perfect then. I guess that will be your new nickname.”
“Hey I okay with it as long as you don’t mind being called Owl head,” in response to this Annabeth
The Kissing Disease"Ah... Achoo!" Touko sneezed, miserably moaning directly afterwards.The Kissing Disease2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She threw an empty tissue box at the ground. Her Emboar, Leroy, went to grab another tissue box from a pile that had been made on a desk – a box of at least another ten tissue boxes. Leroy worriedly ran back, placing the box on her chest which was covered by a thick quilt. Even though she was wearing layers and pajamas instead of her usual daisy dukes, she was shivering and freezing to the touch.
Touko blew her nose again, placing the tissue box on her chest. Leroy placed one of his hooves on her forehead, feeling the only warmth that radiated from her body. He then grabbed the tissue box from her, placing it at her bedside table. Touko urgently looked up at her starter.
"Leroyyy... I'm going to die. Tell Cheren he can keep youuughhhhh..." Touko threw the covers over her face, sobbing melodramatically into them.
Leroy frowned at his trainer, patting her stomach as she groaned, utterly frustrated.
"Where is that
O Christmas Tree - LimerickMy Christmas tree, shining brightly,O Christmas Tree - Limerick1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
shouldn't, I say, be taken lightly:
the decos are crazy
we shoulda been lazy;
too bad if you hate unsightly!
Page 1 Could The AntiChrist BPage 1Page 1 Could The AntiChrist B2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Could The AntiChrist Be A Nephilim?
The subject of the Nephilim is very interesting to say the least. I have a big hunch the Anti Christ will be a Nephilim.In the King James Version, Daniel 2:43 reads, “And whereas thou sawest iron mixed with miry clay, they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men: but they shall not cleave one to another, even as iron is not mixed with clay.”
Miry clay apparently refers to pottery made of the recycled shards or broken pieces of different kinds of pottery ground into dust again and mixed with water to make a clay like substance. It was very brittle and easily broken apart. In Nebuchadnezzar’s dream it’s meant to symbolize the difficulty the end times Empire represented by the ten toes will have in staying together.
But then verse 43 says “they shall mingle themselves with the seed of men” Who is they?
Is Daniel telling us that some non-human beings will attempt to join up with humans, or even mix themselv
Metamorphosis (Chapter 2)Metamorphosis (Chapter 2)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Are you sure that’s all that happened? That’s all you can remember?” My father asked. My father was extremely anxious and he was pacing my bedroom nonstop. He was still wearing his button down suit and tie with the overcoat...a sure sign that he was upset, because he always took off that coat when he came home. Mom was sitting next to me on the bed with her arm around me. She was gazing at both me and dad, trying her best to remain calm.
“Dad, I told you everything I know!” I replied in frustration. “I just…woke up like this.”
“Did you eat something out of the ordinary last night?” My dad pressed. “You’re not on any drugs are you?”
“Paul, that’s enough!” My mom hissed. “I served all three of us the same dish last night. And I know for a fact that my boy would never do drugs.”
“Would you look at our boy, Stacy!?” My dad bared back. “He
Daddy's GirlNight was falling through the Ironwood, bringing with it the damp chill of another winter night. Loki had never minded the cold, and as darkness fell he could be found lying in the grass at the edge of the forest, mindlessly counting the stars. The children were away; he wasn’t sure where, but he trusted them to stay out of too much trouble. It had been a long time since he’d had an evening to himself.Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had nearly dozed off when the sound of velvet paws padding across the field brought him back to himself. Fenrir. He stood slowly, stretching as he watched the wolf cub close the distance between them with huge, effortless strides. He smiled, proud of his son as he was of all his offspring.
“Father,” Fenrir greeted Loki, sitting back on his haunches as he reached his destination. Even so young, his shoulders were already level with Loki’s head. He gave a playful grin. “Found you!”
The Scout and the Crab chp.32Chapter 32- RED ConfessionsThe Scout and the Crab chp.324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout wasn't sure how to react. There he was, pinned up against the wall of the infirmary -without a shirt- by the Sniper and accused of being attracted to the new BLU Spy due to no record of either one killing the other over the months. The next thing Scout knew, the Sniper was...kissing him! Which was bad!
At first, Scout just froze, trying to piece together how he got into this situation in the first place. It had to be the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, the smell of sweat and testosterone must've messed up Sniper's mind and turned him on- and made him gay.
Actually, that was a pretty dumb idea now that Scout thought about it.
He began to panic and switch back to reality when he felt Sniper's calloused hands on his stomach, slowly gliding up towards his chest as he tried probing his tongue into Scout's mouth.
Oh, hell no!
By reflex, Scout's free hand felt around the Medic's desk. He took hold of the first object he could get his
Rowan Berriesthat morning was colder than ice but warmer than deathRowan Berries2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
facing the rising sun, the boy stood there at the bus stop
trying to make out the patterns in the rising fog
find a rationale, a rhyme in the shape and a reason in the flow
words in the conserved momentum and convection
there was none, so he first sang the song of a nightingale that he could have been
then embraced the asymptotical chaos and ate the frozen rowan berries
plucked them straight from the tree, inflorescence turned into poison
their bitter taste softened by the advancing frost and the fallow of November
there were no feathers or plumage, no songs in a hundred tongues
no revelatory maiden flight or a migrationary pattern
instead there were seeds, clustered in fours and growing into seedlings
unpredictable outgrowths of small trees taking their root in his flesh
a transformation of dreams and visions and thus of the highest order
divergence from the pre-chosen path, carefully cast circles broken
and transdendence that wou
Embrace The Demon PriestessEmbrace The Demon Priestess2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the animal biosphere, the harshness of nature and predators serve to cull those weak of body. For humans, religion and society serve a similar purpose: they organize into predominantly hierarchical structures so that collective weakness of mind is minimized.
The tragedy of humanity is that we have no predators for the weakness of spirit - unfortunately, self-responsibility never truly caught on the way sociopathy did.
- Dreamer's Handbook
The woman suspiciously eyed the offered bag. "What's that?"
"Two days worth of food rations and a bottle of clean water," Leona said. "Here, just take it!"
The woman ruffled her unkempt hair while mulling over. "And what would I have to do in return?"
"Nothing at all! It's a gift."
She grabbed the bag from Leona and held it firmly against her chest. After long seconds of no one trying to take it away, she muttered a 'thank you'.
Leona smiled. "Don't thank me; thank the demoness EnrRrei, who mad
One Strike And Your OutThe general rule of thumb for this world is this:One Strike And Your Out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The older you are, the wiser you are and the more respected you are."
Truth be told I think that's a load of bullshit.
Here respect isn't earned for how old you are. Here respect is earned for your skills
This place makes the years pile on. Although I might not show it often, anyone here will tell you that I'm wise beyond my own age.
War is no place for a child, I don't know why they say things like that to me, Im not a child.
I am a man.
I am a part of a higher plan. Without my efforts my teams persistence in battle would count for nothing.
I am healthy and fast. My youth is vital to me and because of it I am light on my feet.
Because I am younger than my team mates would have people believe I am naïve, blind to war.
These same people who doubt me forget that I am, to put it bluntly, a murderer.
Every new war I find sweet solace in compacting the features of the opposing side with nothing more than a blunt piece of wood.
The Scout and the Crab chp.20Chapter 20 - Letter to Red (Part 1)The Scout and the Crab chp.204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spycrab rested himself on the Scout's desk, finding it to be the safest place in the Scout's room. Keeping him protected from the possibility of being stepped on by the other REDs, who occasionally burst in unannounced. Or even from being crushed from the Scout himself when he would return from a battle and just flop down on his bed...while the Spycrab would rest there as well. While on the desk, he was safe.
The Scout had yet to unpack, his room remained cluttered with boxes. Judging by the state of the Scout's workspace back in 2fort, it probably would not be long before the risk of paper avalanches would make the desk too hazardous for the Spycrab to traverse. He had himself wrapped in the BLU Scout's scarf, although he honestly preferred the RED Scout's scarf due to the fact that particular scarf still had the Bostonian's scent on it. He didn't want to hurt the BLU Scout's feelings, so he chose to bundle up with it to keep warm
Nep x Eridan is now OTP...Looking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)Nep x Eridan is now OTP...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▲: :33 *ac hapurrly curls up in a cute little ball* Mew!
▼: hey nep
▲: :33 *ac smiles at the stranger before stretching out like the purrty kitty she is* hello!
▼: stranger dont ya recognize me
▲: :33 *ac tilts her head and flicks her ears before shaking her head* nope
▼: wwoww i kneww you wwerent interested but howw could you forget your owwn servver player
▲: :33 *ac happily purrs* eridan! im sorry i didnt recognize you
▼: yeah yeah its alright i guess
▲: :33 whats wrong eridan
▲: :33 *ac purrs and sits next to eridan*
▼: its nothin
▼: im just tired a bein lonely
▲: :33 but eridan you arent alone! you have me *ac rubs her head on eridans leg*
▼: but i thought you didnt like me
▲: :33 i have no purrroblem with you as long as you arent so mean to everyone
▼: oh okay maybe i wwill try
Red Sniper. TF2 Fanfic Chapter 1I walked into the RED base with excitement for my new job. Words can not describe how happy I am that I had moved and found a new job. Maybe my new co-workers wont be total assholes and try to kill eachother instead of the other team. I decided that thinking about that wasn't the best as I walk up to the door. The door opened and a man in hat with sunglasses walked out. I looked at him and and he stood infront of me, trying to stop himself from running.Red Sniper. TF2 Fanfic Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, g'day...they never told us we were gettin' a sheila." He said, looking through his glasses.
"Names Snipa'. It's nice t' finally 'ave a woman on the base. Wha' class are ya' in?" He looked at me.
"Well, I was a Sniper in my past Job..."I was about to say something else, but he beat me to it.
"well then. looks like we'll be workin' t'getha', Sheila!"
"That'd be nice." I gave him a small smile as he walked away in the direction I came in from. The first one I met doesn't seem to bad. I walk through the door, a ba