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
17 - CursesVoice17 - Curses4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The past should stay the past. That's what it's there for. It is to look upon in the history books and tell us the consequences of the actions taken. Some of them are good and some of them are bad but everything has a consequence. Often, decisions made selfishly are given bad consequences to deal with.
I was in the middle of installing a propeller to a motor when Toph called me into the office. I wiped my hands off and met him there, where he looked very concerned.
"I just got a call from Joda telling me that Killian threw up at the beach today."
"He might have the flu. He hasn't been acting right for a while."
"He threw up blood, Voice."
My heart stopped and I fell silent. I couldn't catch my breath and had to sit down.
"D-did they get a hold of Hatte?"
"Joda said he called the vet but she was in a room with a client at the time. He's at my house so if you want, I can take you there. Believe me, it's a little off the beaten path."
UntitledYou cannot collectUntitled7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Nor in ocean distinguish
Only your own tears
May Death Take Them (Unholy Love Short) Emily was going through channels, her lips pursed in a hard line and a bored look on her face. The downside to living in an apartment that offers cable. There wasn't a lot to watch, it was like living in a hotel where there was only twenty-five channels to watch. And more than half of them were news channels or educational chapters. And all of them were talking about UFO sightings, shootings, and of course, the end of the world coming in a day.May Death Take Them (Unholy Love Short)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For the love of all that is holy . . ." she rolled her eyes.
Liam just entered the apartment with their mail in his hand when he looked over at Emily on the couch. "What's wrong?"
"Humanity is what's wrong," she answered and turned the T.V. off.
Liam chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he approached her and kissed her temple. "What else is new?"
Emily lightly smiled and quickly kissed her lips. "Nothing much. Everyone is freaking out about the world
For His Lord Chptr 12Chapter 12For His Lord Chptr 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It is rare for the elves' section of the rangers to take on humans, Silas," Jarik cautioned as they walked down a beaten path through the grand pine trees.
"I can handle anything they throw at me," the blonde man boasted. "But is it necessary to wear this garb?" He motioned to the short robe and tight trousers he wore.
"Your other clothes are worn from our travels," the elf stated. "Do you not approve of my people's garbs?"
"They are fine. It is better than being in the nude." He said grudgingly.
Jarik gave a short nod and continued down the path. "Have you spoken with Cedric?"
"There is nothing to talk about unless you still fuel the fire of his delusion. Besides, I have been polishing my skills for today." Silas stated coldly.
Jarik said nothing more as he continued down the path to a simple, stone structure that seemed to mimic the larger wooden one at the main entrance to the Elven city. The two of them walked into a large field and a cloaked figure seemed to emerge fro
27 - Kindle My Heart To AshesDevon27 - Kindle My Heart To Ashes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Always make sure the last words you say to somebody are special and meaningful. For who knows, it could be the last time you get to see them. And how would you feel if the last thing you said was something horrible?" That's what Mom used to say to me when Killian would be mean and I'd say something mean to him. It sometimes helps to take that into consideration often.
"Devon Devon! Wake up! Hurry!"
"Leave me alone, Killian!" I growled, turning in the bed.
"Devon! It's important! Seriously, wake the hell up!" he yelled, shaking me horrendously.
I growled and finally got up and glared at his fuzzy frame.
"What? What's wrong with you?"
"It's Dad! He got into a really bad wreck and he's in the hospital!"
"Huh?" I said, grabbing my glasses.
Killian sat next to me as I put my glasses on and sat up, with difficulty. I apparently had gotten just a little bigger overnight.
"Dad didn't look too good last night when he brought you home. He was taking Rory to school this
Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 2 (DISCONT)WARNING!!!!!!!! MASSIVE SPOILERS LIE AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!Animorphs/Doctor Who Crossover Chapter 2 (DISCONT)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up, and my hand flew to my chest. I lay on my back, clad in my gymnastics leotard. I sucked in deep breaths, gulping the air in greedily.
"Careful. Don't overextend yourself," a voice said from behind me.
I ignored the advice, twisting around to see who it was. But my body failed me, collapsing on itself. I gasped, my face pressed against… metal mesh? What kind of a floor was made of metal mesh?
"I did warn you." And there he was, bending over me, pulling me upright. And all the memories came flooding back. The polar bear. Tobias crying noiselessly. The Ellimist. That blue box. That strange man who called himself the Doctor…
I looked around. It was some kind of room, with a central platform that had a bazillion controls on it. Surrounding it were strange coral-like structures that looked uncannily like coral reefs I had seen on Leera.
"Where-where am I?" I croaked.
Secrets: Chapter OneSecrets: Chapter OneSecrets: Chapter One3 years 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.
For His Lord Chptr 9Chapter 9For His Lord Chptr 94 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.Virus3 years 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
A Good Man Went to War - Preface and Chapter 1PrefaceA Good Man Went to War - Preface and Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Stop it! Stop talking using his voice! You're not him, you're not John Watson! Who are you?!"
Two and a Half Months Ago...
From a dark corner outside of the British Parliament Building, a pair of brown eyes peered into the moonlit path before the front entryway. The path was lined with military men as if the Queen herself had ordered it to be so. After the attempted raid the week before though, it should have been seen as an inevitability.
A sigh accompanied the eyes at the sight of the military men. They looked suddenly disappointed at what the sight meant.
The man the eyes belonged to raised a handheld radio near his mouth. "Fili, Kili," he whispered harshly, "the mission's being aborted."
Another male voice came back over the radio: "After all the preparations?! Why?!"
"Too many guards," he replied. "We'll have to try again another night."
He ground his teeth together at the alias. "How many times do I have to tell you to call m
Survive Ch. 59Survive Ch. 593 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 59: Awkward Couple!
Emily was usually the first to wake up. While Abe slept, she would do her morning exercises, as always. That time she did so much harder than usual since she was practically in a coma and wanted to regain all her strength again. At least, she felt like it was harder than usual. She didn't do as many push-ups as usual and wasn't able to do as many sit-ups as before.
She felt weaker and slower . . . it was like being back in her first Games . . .
Emily stretched out her legs some more when Abe finally woke up from his slumber up on one of the branches. "Hey, Red."
"Hey, Abe," she responded and sighed. "How was your rest?"
"It was okay, I guess. How about your lack of sleep?" he yawned before he stretched his arms until every muscle in his body rippled with relief. Abe then jumped off, landed on his feet, and roll
19 - WavesDevon19 - Waves4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waves come in all sizes and cause different dangers. They can start out as just little waves in the middle of the ocean that grow into humongous ones that kill millions from impact. Even little ones can grab you and pull you under, never allowing you resurface to breathe. Though sometimes you wonder which is worse: the tidal wave or the undertow?
I have been beaten up before, even by Killian himself, but I have never felt as much pain as I do now. His punches felt like rocks were smashing into my face and the deranged look in his eyes made everything so scary. I had never seen Mom so strong and she ripped him off of me like he was nothing but an angry cat. Dad whisked me away as fast as he could, taking me to the bathroom as I tried to regain my composure. I was shaking, halfway blind (Killian broke my glasses), and confused.
"You okay? He didn't break anything did he? How are your eyes?"
I just nodded, not really comprehending anything as Dad ran the water and then
For His Lord Chptr 2Chapter 2For His Lord Chptr 24 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
For His Lord Chptr 10Chapter 10For His Lord Chptr 104 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
behind a thin veildevils and angelsbehind a thin veil1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
watching the ways of the world
constrained by expectations
and by their innate natures
how they must wonder
at man's mutability
such wild strange creatures
tangled in passion and time
whatever was god thinking
this tired world goes on
with guidance or without it
devils and angels
finding it more difficult
to even pretend to care
Shifter's Sands"You know," I say, digging through the rubble on the fourth day after the earthquake, "I didn't sign up to this to be a construction worker."Shifter's Sands4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fourteen rolls his eyes at me (at least, I assume they're his - he and Tag share the same colour irises, but the rest of him looks like Fourteen). "You think we did?" he asks, hefting a piece of rebar and tossing it onto the mountain of junk we've collected. "I thought this was going to be one of those chance-of-a-lifetime deals. You know - the whole 'use your powers for good' superhero schtick?"
"Yeah, yeah." I can hear Finch sniggering to himself, but I keep a straight face. For all Fourteen's a geek and a nerd and everything else you could sling at him, he's hit the nail on the head with that one. "I got the whole 'join up and serve your nation' thing pinned on me. Like the shifter thing was something I ought to be using for the greater good instead of 'wasting'."
I hadn't been wasting it, of course. If anything, I'd been using it better than
For His Lord Chptr 1Chapter 1For His Lord Chptr 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Against the backdrop of the north-eastern stretch of the Dragonspine Mountains a large stone manor sat on several acres of green grass and forest-green trees. The stone work was crafted from grand white stone with four pillars in the front of the home to support the imposing balcony that sprouted from the second story. The front doors were crafted from mahogany and held together with gold binding.
Behind this manor was a stable where many of the lord's servants worked; tending to the pedigree Baroque steeds. Beyond this were several mud-and-wood huts with roofs constructed of various pine and fir branches, only a select few were made of real wood. The servants that tended to the lord's manor lived here with the exception of a select few that lived within the manor's lower levels.
"Cedric," a stoic voice sounded from the doorway of the stable. A fair-haired young man entered the building. He wore a simple, earth-green tunic and brown pants that were made from high end cotton.
23 - The Web That WeavesDevon23 - The Web That Weaves4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If it's a hard, sour lemon, add vodka to make a tonic. If the lemons are so sour you can't even eat them, chuck the damn things and drink the vodka straight up. Because life just got a whole lot more complicated.
I looked down at my stomach and saw the unmistakable bump on my stomach. I looked at it with wide, confused eyes. What?! How is this possible?!
"Aw man! How the heck am I supposed to explain this?"
I sighed and then poked my stomach. Yep, unmistakably exactly what I think it is.
"Why does all this happen to me?" I moaned, hiding my face in my hands.
I wanted to cry really hard but I knew that Kathlee and Killian were waiting for me so I decided that I should despair sometime when I got home. I didn't know what I was going to do though. Was I supposed to tell Dad? Was I supposed to hide it? I mean, the ending was going to be the same no matter what I did.
I guess the only thing to do was to just pass it off l
Survive Ch. 45Survive Ch. 453 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 45: We Live Only Once . . .
The same routine . . . eat all the meals on the train, get off when they reach the Capitol, get herself prettied up again, and slip into whatever costume Winnow made. Her team didn't say a word to Emily as they were fixing her up.
They were trying to hold in tears. They hated the fact that Emily, and the rest of the victors, had to go in again.
Winnow pulled and tightened at Emily's corset dress. It was different shades of blue fluffed like a tutu and ended just above her knees. Wearing high heels that made her three inches taller, fake "lashes" that appeared like black lace, and eyeliner feathers that flowed to her cheekbone. Her hair was pulled up in a bun with her curls coming out loose and a large silver clipped some stray curls away from her face.
"You're lovely, Emily . . ." Winnow said.
The Merovingian Prince 1.1The Merovingian Prince 1.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Arrival
Violina Bellini looked out at the large city rapidly approaching and felt an overwhelming swirl of emotions. After so many weeks travelling on a barge along various rivers since her departure from the Republic of Venice, she should be glad to see any sign of civilization. And, she was to some degree, but Violina could not overcome the paralyzing fear that took hold as the city drew closer. As the daughter of a Patrician, Violina had never been allowed beyond her family's gardens, her father wishing to keep her unspoiled until marriage. Now she was headed to France! The excitement she felt at reaching this new city was nearly tangible in her small apartments and she could not wait to get out and explore her new world.
But she could not deny her nervousness and she exhaled an audible groan. Her parents could not have sent her to a more inconvenient place in her opinion, as French was never her strongest discipline. Even after years of diligent study with so