The Third Plane: The Long PathHome, the place I want to be more than anything. The more I think of it, the less I remember. I do not know, no matter how much thought I commit to it, where I was before this place or what evil things cast me into this world. All my mind holds onto is the thought of my mother and my sister, Carol. Yet even they are beginning to fade. What happens when I no longer remember anything about my life? All that remains whole is my name, Jane. I don't quite remember what I look like. I went to the water and looked into it, but it was murky and dark and cast no reflection. I suppose such things don't matter in this world.
The bridge now a mile behind, I continued up the path. The path stretched straight and far off into the distance. The marshland shrank into two small rivers, one on each side of the path, running parallel to it. The murky water turned clear, though still I dared not go near it. The trees quit growing, and the land opened into a wide grassy plain. The plain seemed as if it wen
The Call of Wings FinalThe Call of Wings Final2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sleepless nights and days that never seemed to end, months passed and what felt like years flew by until finally our beautiful white and golden wings were finished and ready for flight.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked for the hundredth time today while I tied the leather straps to his arm. "I mean, the chance to fly truly is a dream come true, but how sturdy do you think these things are? Do you think they will hold us up?"
"Quit worrying my boy!" I huffed, tightening the straps. "As long as you do what I say you'll be fine. Besides," I said knocking my fists against one of his wings, "these wings will get us where we need to."
He gave a small smile. "I know, I guess I'm just a little nervous. I've never flown before," he chuckled.
I stepped back, I finishing the last strap around his wrist and smiled at my magnificent work. "You may have never flown before, but to me, you look just as though you were born to glide in the air. This is who you really are, Icarus. You we
A Scholarly MasqueradeSometimes I like to pretend,A Scholarly Masquerade1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm like the Mariana Trench with my words.
That my fingers construct such eloquence,
as abyssal and profound as the Grand Canyon.
Yet the truth of the matter is that,
my heart has not been pulverized into dust.
I am about as succint and poignant,
as a rusted bucket.
Secrets: Chapter OneSecrets: Chapter OneSecrets: Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WARNING: This series may contain –
- Graphic descriptions of violence
- Criminal activity
If any of these things cause negative reactions in your insides, please don’t read this story.
If they don’t, then ONWARD!!
“I need another story,” Mike said, running his finger across the top of my computer. It came away grey and fuzzy with dust. Rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, he pushed his salt-and-pepper bangs away from his forehead. “Do you ever actually use this thing?”
Without looking up from my notebook, I answered, “If this is going to turn into a crack about women and computers, I’d seriously rethink how close you are to me right now. Well within my range, I think.” I glanced pointedly at the Taser sitting on my desk before circling an important piece of information. I put my pen down and looked up at Michael Jeffries, my 50-something boss.
SurrogateSurrogateSurrogate1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nealson told his parents and other siblings, though not Deandre. He was planning on telling him in person when he and Andrea had their first little family dinner. Then they could tell Theresa also. Though for some reason Zoe seemed quite a bit more distant after the ultrasound, even when he was invited to dinner- which was becoming a much more regular thing -he would turn it down and instead eat by himself.
It worried the couple and they weren't sure what to do about it or what even caused it. Andrea suggested that it might just be the hormones... After all, Zoe was still a teenager so they'd be high anyways and with the added ones from the hormone injections and on top of that the pregnancy he could just be really stressed or all over the place and didn't want to be around anyone because he was so frazzled.
Andrea really didn't worry about it until a night about a week later. He'd woken up in the middle of the night and found himself really thirsty
For His Lord Chptr 9Chapter 9For His Lord Chptr 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jarik frowned slightly as he took Silas' nose in his hand. Elves rarely slept, settling for deep meditation most the time, but the past weeks had been just as hard on him as with his human companions and he didn't like being disturbed.
"'at are 'ou doing?" Silas muttered.
"Stopping the bleeding," Jarik said flatly. He tightened his grip and a loud crack filled his room.
"Ow!" Silas yelped.
"Stop your squabbling and stay still. I have to focus so I can get all the pieces in place." Jarik closed his eyes as he focused and muttered various incantations under his breath. Silas dug his nails into this leg as the pieces of his shattered nose slid painfully back into place. When Jarik was confident in his placement he put a hand just before the blond's nose and changed his spell. Silas tried his best not to scratch his nose. It felt like tiny grubs were crawling around under his skin as the cartilage was stitched back together. Several moments passed before Jarik finished. He stood
VirusMom, why are we here? One day, I want to see the sun.Virus1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pushed into the can to muster the last of the peaches out into my dry mouth. We were running out of water supplies, so we would have to ration it. But, it was simply another day in the Krack cut hospital. A lot of the sick here have thought that the doctors forgot about us, those who remained, were either sick themselves, or had felt pity for our lost souls. Nearly seven years ago, a new virus swept the land, more painful, more slowly then any other. They called it the zombie virus, because when it was done with you, there was nothing but an empty shell, and you'd lose your mind. Madness, was only the first symptom of your death though. My father had been the first one to be diagnosed. I was five then, and he died last year. It was painfully, painfully slow. It took six to five years to settle in. After that, it was all hell. Friends, families, pets, they were all quarantined in Krack cut in our town, where I haven't
An Epidemic to Remember - 1*Attention, Attention, people of the world. There has been a recent... Outbreak causing all female members of the human race to become infertile. However. Recent studies have show that the generation of men, 17 and under, are able. Research is being conducted to find a cause to this certain catastrophe, stay tuned to keep updated.*An Epidemic to Remember - 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I turn off the television, feeling ill. That's just plain... wrong. As I stand to leave the room, maybe to go to my own or to the restroom to vomit, I feel my entire family's eyes on my back. I ignore it. There is no way in Hell... There's just... No.
Bedroom. I head to my bedroom. As I go, the feeling of sickness subsides just a bit, reassuring me that I will not, in fact, puke. I lie on my back, and stare at the ceiling for a while. Part of me wants to go back downstairs and see if there are any updates. If this is all some weird trick. False. But part of me... What if it isn't false? I'm 16. Able, the newslady said. Able. I don't want to know. I don't wan
For His Lord Chptr 10Chapter 10For His Lord Chptr 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jarik," Cedric said as the elf ran gloved hands over his head for what seemed to be the thousandth time. "It's been nearly three moons since Southport, I'm sure my head is fine." He pushed the elf's hand away and looked out over the fields to the west; behind them was the beginning of a grand, pine forest, the last stretch of their journey to Silverpine.
"Forgive me," Jarik said. He looked over Cedric, as he had done in the past few months, and many things about the young man had changed. Some were small like his increased appetite though Cedric had told them that he didn't want to waste the food- and the small flecks of darker skin that had appeared on his face. But other things had definitely grown over the months, namely Cedric's stomach. It was just a small bump that stayed nestled just over Cedric's hips, which had also oddly changed over time. I have to tell him, Jarik thought to himself as he nervously stroked the lock of hair that hung by the side of h
Then And NowI used to be a solid granite cliffThen And Now1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sturdy and unchanging
Hiding my negative emotions
Showing only the good that others needed
I used to be a soft gentle kitten
Caring and gentle
Waiting to listen to what others said
Being there when they needed me
I used to be a quietly joyful child
Liked and loved
Trying to help and comfort others
Being able to handle my mind
I am a depressing lonely crow
Creepy and cold
Mysteriously standing silent
Sadly writing poetry in class
But I'm still always ok...
The Wrath of the Conquerors Chapter 2Eva grimaced as she saw Action Team Five approach in the distance. She sighed and braced herself for the oncoming attack.The Wrath of the Conquerors Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"OMG! Wen! Eva!" a petite, fragile-looking girl squealed as she wrapped Wen and Eva into a bear hug. It's been, like, forevs since I've seen you guys!" She hugged the two even closer, nearly choking them in her death grip.
"May, I'm going to have to throat punch you if you don't let me go," Eva threatened. May let go, looking momentarily stunned. However, that expression did not suit her face, and she soon smiled and skipped inside. Eva began rubbing her temples and pursed her thin lips.
"You could be a little nicer to her," a dark-skinned girl commented as she walked up the porch steps. "She is a bit of a dimwit, but she has feelings too, Evanka."
"She knows I hate being touched, Alex" Eva spat. "Whatever happens to her is her own fault," Eva defended, moving threateningly towards the taller girl.
"Save it for later ladies." Wen stepped in between the two girls,
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 7-Epilogue-Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-2 years later-
Freya opened her eyes to the black night that surrounded her. Up once again and unable to sleep. It wasn't because of her dreams however. Those had stopped after reading the Doctor's journal. No, this time it was due because of the child currently moving around inside her. He always seemed to be more active at night; rolling, stretching, and causing endless bruising from his kicking her side. With a slight bit of huffing and puffing, Freya managed to get herself into a sitting position.
"Curse this stomach for being so large " she grumbled to herself. Rubbing her eyes, Freya sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing the sore spot on her side while she caught her breath. Her movements caused Hunter to wake up next to her. Sleepily, he turned on a light next to the bed.
"Is everything alright?" he mumbled.
"M'hmm It's just the baby."
Mentioning the baby caused Hunter to bolt straight up in bed in a panic. "The baby? It isn't time, is it?"
Had he not looked
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 1A blue box. It was always a blue box. Freya had never become used to the sight of this blue Police box that had shown up in her dreams more frequently as of late. Why she dreamed this at all intrigued her the most, since these things had never been brought into the royal court and surely did not exist as far as she knew. Then the sounds started, 'lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub' The sound of a heartbeat echoing around; they had only recently started, but she could almost swear she had heard it before.Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then he appeared from inside the blue box. A man; the one she had seen only in her dreams that seemed strangely familiar to her. He was tall, appeared to be in his early 30's, wearing a tracksuit with, curiously enough, sneakers. He had wild brown hair, deep brown eyes to match, and even thought he'd always smile at her, it was a sad smile; one of regret, as if he was thinking of what might have been. As she stood, he slowly walked toward her and gently touched the side of her face.
"I'm so sor
A GameThree brothers play a gameA Game1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The game is called life and death
But that is not what it is about . . .
The brothers don't care about life
They only care about power
And their game
Life is what they have, forever
Power is what they want, always
Death is what they use, whenever they can
So what is the prize?
Is it power?
Yes . . . but . . .
Maybe something else, too
Maybe the thing
They want most
Is also a prize
A prize that
. . .
The end of the game is near
And soon the brothers
That this prize is different
So much different
Than anyone could've imagined
Earning this prize
Than taking it
SurrogateSurrogateSurrogate1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
After their talk that day, Deandre ended up actually asking Zoe out the next time he saw him. By that time Zoe seemed to have gotten over whatever he'd had before. At least he looked a lot better and wasn't complaining at all. That day they went out to lunch at some small diner in town, Deandre purposely avoiding any high class places after what happened last time. Either way, they sat down and ordered, talking to each other while waiting.
At one point the conversation got onto Andrea and how he was doing. Deandre has only visited him a few times- even less than Zoe since he was either at work or actually with Zoe. Though Zoe told him there was talk of Andrea being able to come home soon and that the therapy was going really well.
"Oh, and I have an appointment today. Ultrasound and general check up," Zoe told him. "Nealson was going to come back and take me but if you had time..." he trailed off, looking over at Deandre.
"Yeah... Sure, I don't actua
For His Lord Chptr 11Chapter 11For His Lord Chptr 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where is Cedric?" Jarik questioned as Galahad came from the trees with Silas upon his back. He stood up from where he sat next to a tree.
"He is back there," the blond motioned with his head.
"You left him?" the elf questioned with some urgency in his voice.
"He is delusional. He said he was with child." Silas scoffed. "And of all things he said you were the one that told him."
"Stay here!" Jarik barked as he took off into the trees. He moved swiftly through the forest as he followed Fleta's scent. Soon enough he came to a clearing and stopped. He sighed as he saw Cedric seated against one of the trees. "You alright?" he asked gently as he knelt beside the young man. Jarik's eyebrows rose as he saw tears on Cedric's face.
"He He didn't believe me," Cedric muttered as he held his stomach. "But It's true. I feel it all the time. Those little flutters " He took a shaky breath. "I'm pathetic Crying like a woman. No wonder Silas left." He wiped his tears with
As Our Lips Meet, Chapter 1"Happy Birthday, Kateri and Jarren. Happy Birthday to you." Amidst the clapping and cheering, father and daughter blew out the candles on their cake. Jarren Mathews then gave his three-year-old daughter a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Kateri started to squirm and he let her go. He watched as she circled the table to hug her other father's leg.As Our Lips Meet, Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jarren's blue eyes roamed up that leg until they met with the tender green eyes of his husband. Detrich grinned at him, eyes sparkling with love. Jarren smiled back, noticing how radiant Detrich seemed to be. His heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of how lucky he was to have this man be a part of his life.
It was a beautiful, if not blustery, March day. The sun decided to show it's face in the harsh winter-turned-spring season and all the immediate family had shown up for the festivities. After all, a little girl only turned three once in her entire life, and it was a special day. Jarren remembered, with pride, as he recalled when Detrich
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 4Five days and still nothing yet. No signs of life, much less of the Solarians. After sending out yet another signal, he struggled to get in a position to get out of the chair. He placed his hand on the small of his back to support himself, mentally reminding himself that even though he had only been pregnant for the most part of five days, he was literally seven months along. Two days away from going through well, he didn't want to consider that yet...Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Cross that bridge when we get to it ' he thought to himself.
Sporting a waddle because of the growing child, he walked over to a mirror positioned on the other side of the room. Discovering the day before that his clothes no longer fit, he abandoned his tracksuit in favor of a looser fitting shirt and pants. As he saw himself in his reflection, he groaned at how large he appeared to be now. Surely it would go away once the child was born, but it certainly didn't make him feel better about himself at that moment.
"God, I'm as b
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 6With a heavy heart, the Doctor set the final coordinates on the console now landing them on the planet of what was now known as New Solaria. Only minutes to go until he'd have to hand Freya over to her new life and go on without her. He then set abound dressing Freya in a simple white frock and swapping his tracksuit coat out for a dark cloak to cover over her in his arms. It was understood that only a select few knew that he was coming; he surely didn't want everyone to know he was carrying precious cargo until the right time. Standing at the TARDIS' doors, he checked one last time to make sure Freya was completely concealed before opening the doors and stepping out into this unknown world.Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As he stepped out of the TARDIS, the Doctor suddenly found himself surrounded by several armed royal guards along with a rather regal man standing in the background. The Doctor raised his free hand. "Don't shoot! I promise you, I'm unarmed. I come in search of the Solarian King."
The regal man in t
Cracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted DatesYou walk down the red carpetCracked Mirrors and Half-Hearted Dates1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taking in the fame and the glory all around you
Of being a world famous actor that has it all
Life has never been better for you right now
So what would you do if we simply took it all away?
Shatter the crystal ball and smash up some dreams
Laugh at the pain filled stare that’s filled up with greed
You will never have another chance at the gold
It’s your fault to begin with
For you could have avoided the seed
Cracked mirrors and half-hearted dates to the prom
Bet you wish you weren’t that little girl crying in the shadows
Wishing that your parents would stop fighting
Hoping and begging that they would get along
How much longer before you wish this nightmare wasn’t yours?
Corrupted your ambitions and twisted it into an lust
Gold, sex and fame just seems like the same
But to most of the people in the world it’s just a fantasy away
For they just don’t have the drive and determination to reach the end
Maybe we should just tel
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 3'After the death of your mother, and a rather long and unpleasant day of morning sickness, I dove back in my research to learn everything I could of Solarian reproduction and pregnancies. I discovered that it progressed similar to that of humans; except that instead of a nine month span, it would only take nine days for you to be full term. Since your mother had carried you the first two days, I would carry you to the equivalent of a week. So I determined in my mind that I would simply just play 'host' to you, making sure you were healthy, bring you to your people and that would be that. Unfortunately, your mother died before telling me the location of your uncle and the refugee Solarians. So there I was; alone in the TARDIS, pregnant, and no idea of how I'd find your home. Plus, the pregnancy in itself was having its effects on me 'Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'I don't want it ' the Doctor said to himself as he stared at the vile thing. He knew
Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 2'It was after I had lost Rose to the parallel universe that your story began. I had decided to look for a new adventure to take my mind off of the past few days and in the process, found the burning ruins of your home planet. A rogue group of Sontarans had taken control of your planet, killed the royal family, and left your mother, the Solarian queen, for dead. Somehow, she had managed to escape and stumbled upon my TARDIS. Seeing the pain she was in and unable ignore her plea for help, I decided that I would take her in my ship per say, and bring her to a place of safety. Unfortunately 'Dreams Left Behind - Chapter 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Doctor sighed as he removed his stethoscope. He had done all he could to bandage her wounds, but the damage had been done. She wouldn't survive the night. All he could do now was make her death as comfortable as possible. He looked over at where she lay resting in his bedroom. Despite her bruised and beaten body, she was quite beautiful.
For His Lord Chptr 2Chapter 2For His Lord Chptr 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silas frowned as he sat by the fire ring under the shelter of a shallow cave from the freezing rain. Galahad was equally displeased as he stood just outside the cave, flicking his ears occasionally to rid them of water. They were two weeks past the trade city of Landmont and heading towards Stone Pass; a once great mountain range that branched from the Dragonspine Mountains, which had been worn away generations ago, nearly a hundred years, by the Great War. Silas blew on his hands pulling his deer hide cloak closer around him. The Frozen Plains were still several weeks away, but frigid winds still broke through the stone walls of the pass. He rubbed his frozen hands together and put them against the fire's heat.
"Where is he?" Silas frowned and looked out the mouth of the cave the clouds making it nearly impossible to tell how long Cedric had been away. He watched Galahad as the steed's ears perked up and started rotating. Silas held his breath as he listened close
The Merovingian Prince: PrologueThe Merovingian Prince: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little boy ran, his bare feet exhausted and torn by the surrounding thorns and fallen sticks. His breath came in sharp rasps, the blood spilling out of his arm mirroring the tears spilling out onto his cheeks. The sounds of heavier, faster footsteps gaining from behind forced his burning limbs forward. He looked back in fear, only to see the shadow of his tormentor quickly closing in on him. The little boy pushed his legs harder than he had ever pushed them before, but it was still not enough.
A sharp pain in his back threw him to the cold, hard ground. He could feel the warm rush of new blood spilling over his tattered shirt and the edges of the universe fading into nothingness. The heavy footsteps came closer, slower, more menacing and terrifying than the rapid speed. He thrust his arm forward, his fingernails digging into the earth as he attempted to pull himself forward. Dark chuckles sounde
Inspirational loveI have nothing to write aboutInspirational love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm all written out
No emotions left to feel
No goal to fulfill
There is just emptiness inside
Should I write about that?
My mind is wondering
My muse is asleep
Memories still lingering
And I want them to keep
But still, I'm lack of the words
Lack of ideas and decent thoughts
Emotions are frozen in the stillness
It's not right, it feels like an illness
My lovely ghost will you show up?
Will you give that feeling to write about?
Give me that sensation of being alive
Just a moment to see you in front of my eyes
I'll be waiting for my ghost to come back
My muse, my inspiration, everything I lack
I will be waiting so I can start write again
Until that moment I'll be drinking my pain