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Chapter 9. Supplies, recoveries and experiments“Xephos? Xephos, friend, can you hear me?”Chapter 9. Supplies, recoveries and experiments4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With a struggle, the spaceman opened his eyes to see his best friend Honeydew sitting down next to him. Xephos was still lying where he was last conscious, next to the marble wall, chips of marble surrounding him. A blanket lay over his lap, and one was propped up by his head to keep him comfortable. The spaceman looked at the dwarf, and Honeydew’s expression relaxed to see his friend alive. “What…happened? I blacked out…” Xephos’ throat was sore and dry, he tried swallowing, but his mouth was dry.
A sorrowful wailing could be heard across the facto
Reasoning with the Devil - FoX Contest Entry"No! Please, listen to me! You don't have to go through with this."Reasoning with the Devil - FoX Contest Entry5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"On the contrary, Skylord_Amber. I must do this. And I have no problem killing you, just as I had no problems killing the other skylords."
Amber backed away from her fiancé. Out of all the people in the world, out of all the skylords, why did it have to be Vitali? Up until today she had been certain she could have handled this sort of thing happening to anyone. Now she knew she was wrong. Why did Israphel have to go after Vitali? Skylord_Amber kept her hand on the hilt of her sword, not taking her eyes off of Vitali. She would defend her life if she had to, but she knew ful
Yogscast HeadcanonsHeadcanonsYogscast Headcanons3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Xephos- From a planet called Axonz (Pronounced: AX-ON-ZZZ). The females of his planet have tails that are similar to that of a cat, including the said appendage being furry.
Lalna- Slightly insane and getting worse as time progresses. Never knew his parents, so he was raised his entire life in the same orphanage as Lomadia. Ran away from the orphanage with Lomadia.
Rythian- Part of a prophecy to balance the three realms. The Ender side of him often drives him crazy, but Zoeya chases away his insanity.
Lomadia- Doesn’t remember her family, seeing as she grew up in the orphanage until she ran away on her 15th birthday. She
Zoethian Delete- Chapter 7 " Has Lalna gone crazy, Or is it just me?" Rythian shrugged his shoulders wondering the same thing. "Uh Lalna I think we should-"Zoethian Delete- Chapter 74 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Its LIVID Rythian. Do I have to spell it out? L-I-V, FUCK!!!" The scientist screamed as a skeleton shoot an arrow at his back. Zoey giggled to herself and Rythian smiled and said, " Sorry, Live Fuck, I think we should go now." The scientist, after killing the skeleton looked at the mage with anger in his eyes. "ITS LIVI- SHIT!" he go cut off again by a creeper exploding. Even Sjin, who they forgot about, was dying laughing. Then, Sjin tried to say in a fancy accent, " Attention, Attention, Lalnas new name Is Liv
ConfessioNConfessionConfessioN3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today I won't lie
This is the day I will die
Woke up with a sweet taste of chocolate in my mouth
My soul was eaten by a drought
Hopped I could be somebody someday
Ended up sleeping on the corner of Broadway
Waited all my life
For something pure
Got married to a girl named Anne
But soon she became just an ex-wife
And I a regular guest of 24/7 liquor
My life is about to stop
But I still have to feel the last raindrop
Falling on my hand
Till than I have to stay in this quicksand
And pray for a sign of relief
To end this lifelong torture
A New Game pt 6A New Game pt 63 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ridgedog wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, but he had. And now, as he opened his eyes, among the golden sunlight of morning and the pleasant green leaves of the trees, he saw Martyn sitting there on the branch, facing Ridge. Ridge was foolish to come into the Sapling King's territory. Toby was at the base of the tree, reading the book that was probably dropped when Ridgedog was asleep.
"Hello," Martyn said cheerfully, probably because he had Ridge at a disadvantage. "You're awake, now we can get down to business of killing you."
"Always so cheerful, Martyn," Ridge grumbled as he got into a better position to look at them. "Even when talking about death. I bet you would run around the house, if your mom died, yelling that you could do anything that you wanted."
Martyn flinched slightly, as if Ridge had struck a sore spot, and some of his cheerful demeanor fading slightly. "I had Toby take your swords, Don't want you making this any harder than needs be."
"But it's hardl
The Power of The Sapling King “Heroes! Israphel's minions have broken through our defenses! We need to openThe Power of The Sapling King5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
the portal and leave!” Knight Peculiar shouted over the crashes
sounding from the walls behind.
Lewis stopped and listened, there had to be millions of them, some of them
mutated into giants, zombies and skeletons, spiders and creepers.
Lewis, Simon, Martyn, and Toby, had been taking refuge in the large,
old factory building along with Knight Peculiar. They were a few of
the heroes destined to save Minecraftia, the others had been
scattered and were taking refuge elsewhere. Israphel's forces were as
strong as ever, and were making their move.
“what about Toby?” Simon asked. Lewis turned to where the young hero lay
unconscious on the floor, a blanket over him. He had been injured and
lost consciousness after a creeper attacked, before the heroes had
found the factory. “we can't just leave him behind”
Suddenly Martyn interru
Yogloids Chapter 1 Running scan for -Program#_6.0-Yogloids Chapter 13 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Welcome -Program_Name_Male- -Rythian-
The program cracked its eyes open, taking a moment to adjust. He stretched as he took in his surroundings. He stood in a tinted blue chamber, which stood in a row of eight total.
He leaned as far forward as he could, taking in the first chamber. There stood a program, it took the form of a man with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Rythian stared until he accomplished what he wanted.
Scanning…
-Program#1.0- -Program_Na
Yogfics- A Companionship is Born Run... Just run... Don't stop... Must get away...Yogfics- A Companionship is Born4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Martyn sped through the forest, not daring to look back. The Reficules could be right behind him, just waiting for him to slow down or trip up... Then they'd kill him, like they killed everyone else.
Martyn's lungs were burning. He couldn't take anymore running. His legs collapsed under him and he fell to the earthy floor, taking deep, shattered breaths through his choking sobs. He got to his feet shakily and looked back. There was nothing but trees behind him, but looking up he could still see the smoke from the kingdom rising into the air as a thick collumn of gray. He climbed up a near tree, hiding himself in it's thick branches, and let everything soak in.
It was his twelfth birthday in the kingdom, He and the others were celebrating when the Reficules attacked. They burned all the buildings and killed the citizens, including the Guild Master, who had trained and rais
Yogfics- HandcuffsBOOMYogfics- Handcuffs4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Duncan dodged just in time to save himself from flying shrapnel, then shouted upwards at the Endermage flying mockingly above him.
“Rythian! You'll pay for this!!”
“Just try. I dare you.”
Rythian launched another bolt of magic, narrowly missing Duncan's head. Duncan quickly grabbed a large shard from one of his exploded machines and flung it in Rythian's direction. Rythian stiffened but before he could move the metal shard flew by, impaling his tattered cape and bringing him to the grassy floor. He sat up, growling in fury, and prepared another magic bolt. Duncan reached down and picked up a large metal pipe with electricity sparking off one end.
“STOP! Stop it right now, you two!” a female voice called.
Rythian and Duncan both flinched and turned to see Hannah running towards them, Zoey close behind. “You two are going to stop this foolish bickering now. Come here!”
The two reluctantly walked to where the girls
Toby X Reader (Gift)________ = Insert your name hereToby X Reader (Gift)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were drawing a picture of Toby, your crush, during lunch as usual. In the picture, Toby was talking to Martyn, his best friend. You had been in love with Toby for so long that you weren't sure if she could call it a crush anymore. You had been drawing him ever since you fell in love with him, which was the beginning of the school year. You had a whole sketchbook dedicated to him.
You heard some people approaching. Sure enough, it was the popular group, known as the Yogscast. There was Simon and Lewis, Duncan, Sips, Sijn, Hannah, Nilesy, Rythian, Martyn, and there, talking to Martyn as usual, was Toby.
Apuntes Sobre Los CuervosLos cuervos se comen los ojos para que no miremos al cielo y se convierten en arboles que al atardecer ensombrecen los cementerios.Apuntes Sobre Los Cuervos7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Se comen a los gusanos que salen de los ojos de los muertos,por eso la vida pasa ante nuestros ojos antes de morir, para que la puedan saborear los cuervos.
Ansían el brillo de las miradas, ansian picotar el corazón, guiarnos al horizonte donde la muerte espera a las almas ciegas
Los cuervos no pueden comerse los ojos de los niños ni de los poetas, ni de los locos, porque les hacen daño, porque el cielo está dentro de los ojos de aquellos y si se comen el cielo luego no pueden volar.
DE CARNE Y ESPIRITUDE CARNE Y ESPÍRITUDE CARNE Y ESPIRITU10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Si, de la carne cárcel de mi espíritu,
si, del alma mía que soy o que tengo y que pregunta,
si, del código que se dibuja en la yema de mis dedos
y me hace único e irrepetible. De eso estoy hecho.
No de tradiciones ni de plegarias,
no de oraciones ni de rezos que se dicen sin sentido,
no de mesías que se van y que regresan,
no de filosofias ni de vanalidades,
no de conjeturas ni supuestos sobre el mismisimo origen.
Yo soy la vida,
soy mi camino que ando y desando,
y me hago viejo y me siento joven
porque estoy vivo
duelo, dolo y dolorHoy el tema recurrente son los padres,duelo, dolo y dolor1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
los padres, la muerte y el abandono,
el duelo, el dolor y el dolo
son lo mismo cuando faltas.
Y no abres los ojos,
crees que al cerrarlos
se volveran invisibles
o desapareceran.
Te volviste de piedra
o carton o arcilla o de barro
has vuelto al barro
de donde fuiste tomado.
Ser no es lo mismo que estar
ni estar que quedarse
ni volver que olvidar
ni ser padre, que amar.
DOLOR DE CUERPOdueles en el cuerpo,DOLOR DE CUERPO1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
en todo lugar,
aqui mismo donde estoy
y a donde fui por la mañana.
dueles en el tiempo irrecuperable
en la impotencia y desesperanza
en el apego y la dependencia.
dueles en las costillas,
en cada hueso,cuando me acuerdo,
cuando lloro, cuando me rio.
En las lagrimas que se niegn,
en los ojos que las contienen,
como si fueras un brazo,o un pié,
o un pedazo de carne podrido, me dueles.
los niños que veo pasar a mi lado
que tienen tu cabellera o tus ojos,
o tu astigmatismo,
me duelen porque no son mios ni tuyos,
no son de nadie.
En las navidades que no me gustan
en los años nue
CUENTO SIN FINALPalabra rotaCUENTO SIN FINAL1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
oido sordo
uña encarnada
album sin titulo
corazon sin dueño ni morada.
Idea compleja,
excusa usada,
sentido comun,
comunmente sin sentido
razón equivocada.
Donde esta el felices,?
donde el por siempre?
del cuento que no acaba,
la pagina siguiente
del cuento que contaba.
Mensaje perdidoMensaje perdido1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hoy he leído un mensaje perdido.
Del 20 de marzo de este año.
He querido imaginar como te sentías en ese momento...
Mi angustia crecía conforme leía.
Quería dejar de pensar que esas palabras podrían ser dirigidas hacia mi.
Había tenido bastantes oportunidades que fui desaprovechando una por una.
Me sentía tan inútil al querer recuperar una de las tantas que desperdicie...
¿Quién soy yo para pedirte algo como eso?
Nadie en absoluto.
Muchas veces he querido regresar el tiempo y no cometer esos errores.
Que después de mucho tiempo me di cuenta de ellos.
Eran tan evid
Un error mas a mi listaUn error mas a mi lista1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Mis días parecen tomar un rumbo diferente constantemente
Y es lo que me divierte, lo que hace de mis días, divertidos.
No sé porque me fijo en lo que me falta...
Es... casi innecesario...
Lo que alguna vez tuve...
Hoy parecía uno de esos días en los que iba a recuperar un pequeño fragmento de lo que era antes.
En ese entonces había risas, llantos... pero siempre acompañado de ese hombro en el cual me podía recargar...
También habían sueños, historias, fantasías, crueles realidades...
Tan solo un día se necesito para no poderte mirar a los ojos por largo tiempo
Que
dolordolor1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Quisiera dejar atrás todo esto..
Pero la verdad no creo que valga la pena..
Por algo lo siento
Por algo duele... si... tan solo quisiera dejar ese dolor atrás...
De nuevo lo diré..
Tal vez esto venga incluido con el sentimiento completo.
Y la verdad me hace muy feliz que aun al pasar del tiempo
Sigo sintiéndolo ...
Puede que esto sea verdadero... como muchos dirían
Se muy bien que este momento no es el indicado para ser el uno para el otro
Alguna vez lo fui y lo desaproveche...
Pero siempre habrá un mañana, ¿no?
Puede que no sea un mañana cercano pero espero que no tan lejano...
Si no
UnionUnion1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Alguna vez imagine un mundo hecho solo para nosotros.
Un mundo en el que no hubiera sufrimiento, gritos, llantos...
Todo empezó al momento que entrelazamos nuestras manos...
Quería que todo fuera perfecto para ambos.
Todo estaba preparado, el anillo en un bolsillo y el lugar perfecto en donde nos reuniríamos.
Te mire con ternura cuando llegaste...
Apenas te vi, corriste hacia mi para abrazarme y besar mi mejilla.
Estaba nervioso...muy nervioso...
Cosa que rápidamente notaste cuando sonreía con ese delatador sonrojo.
Caminamos el uno al lado del otro, sonriendo, nerviosos, contentos.
Ese día fue uno de
Otro diaOtro dia1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El sentir del viento frio que sonrojaba mis mejillas.
Un cálido y frio sentimiento de que algo me faltaba
Aun si lo tenía todo, o eso era lo que yo creía
Todo parecía estar normal ese día…
Sentía deseos de poder abrazar a esa persona
Que aunque se encontraba en el mismo lugar que yo
Solo me limitaba a verle de lejos
Tal vez nuestras miradas se cruzarían un momento
Un momento que sería eterno
Se veía tan feliz….eso me ponía del mismo modo
La gente seguía su camino sin que nadie la detuviera
Pero parecía que todo estaba en silencio
Nadie podía interrumpi
DeseoSiempre habrán personas que querrán separarnos...Deseo1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Que no les gustara que estemos juntos...
¿Pero sabes qué?...
No es nuestra obligación tener a todas las personas felices.
Siempre habrá el quien no le guste lo que hacemos.
O busca solo criticarnos para hacernos dudar.
Hasta ahora han hecho un gran trabajo esas personas por causar miedo...
Pero... no seguiré su enfermo juego...
Por que no se trata de un juego, se trata de una valiosa amistad.
No puedo decir que en todo este tiempo he sido esa persona fuerte que esperaba ser...
Me dejaba llevar por mis miedos...
Esto no lo haré por ustedes...s
MentirasMentiras1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
¿Por donde quieres que empiece? ...
Con algo como... "¿no pudiste cumplir una tan sencilla petición como quedarte un poco más?".¿Qué tan difícil pudo serlo?...
Dices amarla...pero es me mostró completamente lo contrario. No se cual sea tu plan.
Y no me interesa escucharlo si tu no eres capaz de escuchar a quien se preocupa por ti.
Antes no dejabas de hablar de todo lo que eras, de lo que querías ser.
Todas esas palabras de "solidaridad, esperanza, perseverancia, fuerza, amor a si mismo y a los demás", ¿donde quedaron?.
Te fuiste para buscarte a ti mismo pero te encontraste con algo
Sta.sh
