Hades and Persephone (Part 5)Hades and Persephone (Part 5)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PERSEPHONE SAT IN HER ROOM, glancing at the window. There was not much to look at. Hades had put her room away from the others, toward the wastelands of the Underworld, the empty lands, where there was nothing much besides black ground and pillars of smoke. She knew that if her room were at the other end of the palace, she would see fire and destruction.
Hades had said he would return in a day or two. That meant she still had a slight chance to get out. Not of the Underworld. She knew that was impossible. She wanted to at least see the gardens. If anything, they were still growing things, and they offered no ridicule or emotions.
She stood, walking over to her door, opening it so there was only a small crack. The large, black dog outside of her door was sleeping soundly, even snoring slightly. The snore was deep and ragged, more like a growl with each inhale.
Persephone slid out of her door, shutting the door softly. The dog did not stir.
She continued her w
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 4Hades and Persephone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours before Hades was summoned back to Olympus. 'If he thinks I'm going to apologize to that little brat, he's even more diluted than I thought.' Hades thought to himself, pulling his motorcycle into the parking lot once again. He had never seen Hecate laugh as much as she did when she saw the pink icing in her master's hair. If he was to retain any pride for yesterday's episode, apologies were not an option.
The halls seemed quieter than the last time he was here, but that was to be expected. After the small food fight that had occurred the party was cut dramatically short and pretty much everyone had left for their homes. Hades walked calmly through the halls of his brothers and sisters' house.
This was the most he'd been up here since Aphrodite's last wedding anniversary. That entire weekend had been a complete joke. Aphrodite flirted with almost every male present in a scrap of fabric that b
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 7Hades and Persephone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hades took a deep breath and plopped down into the chair behind his ebony desk. His long fingers slid over his face as he leaned back in his chair. The past few hours had been exhausting to say the least, and Hades was beginning to understand why mortals turned to alcohol. Nothing was happening as planned, and at the moment he wasn't even sure what the plan was anymore. This was supposed to be an easy way out of family gatherings, but was quickly becoming one of the most stressful things Hades had ever endured.
This afternoon had been a disaster.
After signing off on the extension of the East Waiting Room, Hades had to go down to the dock's gates and check on how Cerberus was doing. He got pretty restless when Hades took long trips like this and had probably tried to eat someone again. Hades turned back around to face Persephone who was gawking like some sort of deranged tourist. He had been a little hesitant to leave such a nai
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the way you look at me it's just not right'
- Hilary Duff.
As I look over at you across the table, I can’t help but feel doubt creeping in from all sides. From the outside, our relationship is wonderful. You tell me that you love me every single day, you buy me flowers every week and you look after me better than I can look after myself. You even brought me to my favourite restaurant this evening as a surprise treat. I couldn’t ask for any more. You are everything I could possibly hope for. But yet, something is not right. A dark voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering: ‘Don’t be so blind’. I can’t help but feel that the interior of our relationship is not as perfect as the polished exterior. Something rotten is fester
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter OneHades and Persephone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Asphodel," He yawned, resting his head on his hand. The translucent man before him bowed profusely and left in the direction of the Fields of Asphodel. After two thousand years of the same routine with little to no variation, a person (immortal or not) tends to get a little bored.
The lines seemed a little longer than normal today, or maybe it was they had a bit more difficult cases in them that made them seem so lengthy. Whatever the case, Hades was eager to be done for the day so he could return to his home, feed his three-headed dog, Cerberus and then himself, and retire to his chambers for the evening. That was his routine, as well as his curse. Wake with the dawn, sentence the souls, feed Cerberus and then wait for another day that was exactly like the last seventy-two thousand, nine hundred and ninety five days before it.
When the last of the souls were sorted out and the next boat full wouldn't come f
The Turning Part IThe Turning Part I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was several days prior to the attack on Gilneas, that much I can remember
I had been making my way down one of the alleyways in the eastern most section of the city. Wearing the 'proper' attire of a Royal made the task much more difficult than it probably should have been. Heels clinked against the cobblestones as my corset kept me from being able to move in a quiet manner. Times like these made me question why I wanted to keep such a presence amongst the other Gilneans, especially with all of the killings within the city as of late. I had made it my job to complete my tasks as quickly as possible.
A few months prior, I had met a man near one of the Rebel hangouts on accident. Standing at what had to be over six feet tall and extremely handsome despite the fact that his right eye was obscured by a leather eyepatch ; it was obvious that he knew it. A cocky grin graced his features when he realized that a woman, me, had been the one to have quite nearly taken herself out on his
Fortunate Accident 4Clint turned a millisecond after Steve did, hefting Sam up higher into his arms for a more secure hold on him. The boy planted his chin on his shoulder, digging it into the skin without meaning to, as he peered around the archer to watch Steve's departure. Taking advantage of his distraction, he reached up and tapped his com. "I got the kid," he explained, "He seems harmless. I'm bringing him over to where the medivacs are supposed to land."Fortunate Accident 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Alright, good." It was Natasha who answered. "And Rogers?"
"He's not injured, if that's what your concerned about," Clint admitted, "A few bumps and scrapes, but they'll heal quickly enough. I wouldn't worry about it."
"Get the child into a medivac and on route to a hospital as soon as you can," the assassin continued smoothly, "We need you on surveillance and clean-up."
"Of course you do," he grumbled, but let it go, and readjusted his grip on the smaller blonde's back, making sure he didn't touch his injured leg.
It was when Clint had gotten at
ChloeChloe was born in the pouring rain and blinding dark, under a thunderstorm that cut power to five counties and lingered for days. Her first memories were damp and earthy and fresh--watercolor paintings of wildflower fields, thunderheads, and pale yellow dawns.Chloe3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She grew up with summers swimming in lurid heat and trembling cicada calls; in winters soft with snowfall and tree limbs upraised to the icy light. She was a tiny sun in herself, glowing effortlessly. Plants reached up to her, swayed with her voice. Given enough space and enough time, her hands could have delved into the earth and come back up trailing with trees and vines, with berries falling from her fingertips and thick pale roots curled around her wrists.
I met Chloe in the middle of one electric summer, when the heat was aggressively breathtaking and I had to continuously swipe sweat from my eyelashes. Chloe was a breath of undying spring--cool to the touch. She tasted like almonds and cinnamon and clean, wet dirt, and like
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 3Hades and Persephone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hades despised Olympus.
In fact, he made it a point to tell his brother, at least once a visit, how much he absolutely hated this glowing monstrosity. It was too bright, too white, too. . .Olympian.
It wasn't that it was ugly or not well-crafted. No, Athena herself made sure that this would be the envy of every structure known to man or mortal. It was the way it was presented, with an ostentatious attitude that made the Parthenon look like a gas station bathroom. He was reminded of this fact with every step closer he came to its golden gated entrance. Hades never really understood the need for the gates. It wasn't like they had neighbors and privacy was something Zeus abandoned years ago.
The only other complaint he had was it's endless supply of optimists. Olympus was constantly in a state of joy (or at least drunken happiness) and it annoyed him to no end. Between Dionysus' wild parties every other week, Athena
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
Lykos entos - The wolf withinLykos entos - The wolf within6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took my headset off and rubbed my ears. I had worked for too long again. Not eaten for 13 hours, I had only drunken coffee. LOTS OF COFFEE! I needed to stay awake. My publisher wanted this project to be finished soon:
λύκος εντός (lýkos entós) - The wolf within
The precis was mysterious:
This book is about werewolves, a video-game that becomes reality; terror, fear and indescribable horror. If you feel a warm breath in your nape, then don't turn around, but run....
FOR YOUR LIFE
I looked at my watch. Really? 1 am? No wonder I was tired like walking through hell a dozen times. I put my headset back on. Just the last chapter. The werewolf comes for Kiana and Alistair. Yeah, the name... He was my favorite character from Dragon Age: Origins. And I had also a character named Ezio, like the guy from Assassin's Creed. I just had to involve them in my book. I'm loosing the track again.
All that because of a single nig
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
And There Were No More HeroesSmoke was streaking the sky with black fingers again, smudging the sunset and turning the brilliant gold into something tarnished. The smell of ashes, the cries for mercy all reached the ears of the old man sitting far enough away from the chaos that only the edges touched him.And There Were No More Heroes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were burning those who were not righteous in the eyes of their Goddess.
It was a weekly ritual. There were so many to cleanse; a never ending forest of cages and prisons all with souls requiring the flames to save them. But only recently did the Priests realize that the only way to save the unrighteous was to get them while they were young so as to prevent contamination.
Contamination. As though children could be the bearers of some sort of sin. This evening, the first would go to the fires. They would scream and cry and their flesh would sizzle from their bones and they would be purified.
The old man spat in disgust.
A boy, hardly into adolescence was
Catch a Killer, Chapter 1Chapter 1Catch a Killer, Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a dead body in the water and it wasn't my fault.
It hadn't been my idea to go to the swimming pool late at night in spite of the fact that breaking and entering was generally very much my forte. My best friend and often co-conspirator was the instigator of the trouble this time; he insisted that this was his last chance to go swimming before either the police or his wanderlust caught up with him and so I went with him. Likely out of pure nostalgia or a combination of that and pity, but I went. It was laughably easy to break inside of the community pool; the locks on it were meant to keep out teenage vandals, not two people who had been breaking in and out of government facilities and museums since the tender age of sixteen.
My friend hit the water first and the resounding splash made me shake my head and chuckle a little. I slid in after him and contemplated the dark shadows of the water rippling across an only half lit ceiling. There was something decidedly freeing
A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 2 It was Early in the Morning around 5:32 in Selinas Cave High in the Mountains. The Dragon and the Human Child Bryan who was still in Selinas claw and covered with her wing to keep him warm layed in their Nest Sleeping Calmly. Bryan Started to wake up from his sleep , His eyes were a bit drowsy from what seemed a good night sleep even though having lost everything he cared about the night before but gaining a new Mother of a whole different species he could've never had thought or imagined existed. He Slowly started to wiggle out of the loose grasp of the dragons claw and crawled out from under her wing then stretched out to loosen his muscles and bones. He moved to the edge of the nest then climbed over it making the branches crack this making noise that wasn't very loud but loud enough for the sleeping dragon to wake from her sleep. She quickly realized that her human was not in her claw, she looked around and saw Bryan just gA Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Beginner's Guide to Alchemy+++Chapter 1: A basic overview of Alchemy+++A Beginner's Guide to Alchemy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This textbook is not meant to be an exhaustive reference for alchemy. Within the alchemical community the findings of one's research is often kept secret unlike within other sciences, as knowledge of alchemy in the hands of the public can cause disasters of immense proportions. Therefore, this publicly available book will only cover the bare minimums for one to understand the basics of alchemy. If one wants to advance in the study of this field, then one must try to gain an apprenticeship or gain access to alchemic research.
The study of alchemy dates back to ancient times, and was supposedly brought to Amestris by a man from the lost nation of Xerxes. Since then it has become a major foundation of the power of our nation, most apparent in our State Alchemist program. Though alchemy has made our nation a dominant military power, its uses are not restricted to combat and indeed can be
Dragon Age: Origins - LoveDragon Age: OriginsDragon Age: Origins - Love6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zevran Aranai/(Any gender) PC
Zevran ponders the meaning of love as he finally starts understanding just how love works.
What is this word that my Grey Warden seems able to use at almost anything of pleasure?
This word that seemingly can be as weak as an infant or as strong as the mightiest of dragons?
What is that?
My Grey Warden uses it for many things.
Claims of loving the forest, loving the rain. The times spent outside together, breathing the air (even as heavily scented by the smell of wet dog as it is) and wandering the forest, just talking and indulging in activities of love.
My Grey Warden also loves well-roasted boar-meat and the sweet wine introduced to us from the Tranquil mages in the Tower of Magi.
But what puzzles me is that my Grey Warden also claims to love me more than anything in this world. That I am the most important thing in the life my love lives and something that cannot be lost without inflicting my lover great pain.
And I th
Why I Ship Canon ZutaraWhy I Ship Canon ZutaraWhy I Ship Canon Zutara8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
& Why Ill Always Be A Canon Zutara Shipper
***This is an opinion piece on self-reflection and why I ship Canon Zutara***
I was presented yesterday with an essay that someone had written about the Sozins Comet book and how I was leading somewhat of a front against it, proclaiming that it isnt real and basically leading others into a false sense of hope and security. It was really an eye-opener, and to that person, you know who you are, I thank you. It got me thinking about all the fans that me and Isa have in terms of our videos and also about all the friends I have on DeviantArt who watch me and agree with my theories. So, I find it is time to really introduce myself and my character and why Im such a hardcore canonized Zutarian.
Maybe I should start out with my story on how I came to Zutara since Im sure some of you are curious. This same story has been posted on my YouTube channel, but I will repeat it he
Made of NothingMade of Nothing5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fast Foreword: A Brief Introduction
Why are people so eager to tell me when they find God, but they never mention where he was hiding? Sorry, that's just been bugging me. Now about my essay I made it educational and concise, but I also tried to include some humor so it wouldn't read like an obituary column for any beliefs you may have had. To put it bluntly, this article's as likely to erase your faith in God as the Tanya Harding sex tape.
Okay, maybe that's a bit ambitious. Some people couldn't be convinced that God doesn't exist if God himself descended from the heavens just to announce that he doesn't exist. Even among otherwise critical thinkers, religion seems to be more or an emotional appendage than anything else. Trying to use reason to talk someone out of their religion seems as futile and incendiary as trying to logically convince someone they've married the wrong person. But I
MagickMagick10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Magick is an alternative term for magic that was coined by Aleister Crowley to differentiate "the true science of the Magi from all its counterfeits". In the broadest sense, magick is any act performed in order to cause intentional change – for example, changing the channel on your television set. This term is spelled with a terminal "k" to differentiate it from other practices, such as stage magic. According to Crowley it should also be pronounced differently – mage-ick – though this pronunciation is now uncommon. The letter "k" is the 11th letter of the Latin alphabet; in numerology the number 11 represents hidden energies and thereby magick. Therefore it is thought that to add a "k" to magic makes the word itself more "magickal".
It should be noted that Aleister Crowley merely coined the spelling in modern times, as the spelling with a final 'k' has been around since ancient times and was the normal spelling at that time. Crowley simply 'resurrected' the word to distinguish it from
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an