Titan Magic Ch. 2a2: The Voice and William TaylorTitan Magic Ch. 2a5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Maddy's whole universe sped by her in a heartbeat. At the edge of the forest, she paused. Beyond lay the forbidden world she so often dreamed about, but here the darkness yawned like a great beast with rows and rows of swaying teeth. Then she heard the voice say, Look for me, and tore through the undergrowth without a trace of self-preservation. She tried ordering herself to be prudent, but her body redoubled its speed each time the voice spoke.
Come and find me, it said.
"Please," Maddy pleaded with it. "Give me a moment to catch my breath."
The voice answered, Do you expect me to believe you're actually winded?
She gasped. Had it heard her? No one ever heard her. She turned to see whether anyone followed her, but no one was there. "Of course it hears me." She spoke louder than usual, just in case. "It's my own sick imagination."
As her body pressed on, Maddy grew more and more convinced her brother's stunt would be the end o
Titan Magic Ch. 11: The General's GreatcoatTitan Magic Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tonight, no matter what the voice said, Madeleine Lavoie would not listen to it, she would not sympathize with it and, most importantly, she would not obey it. She gripped her sheets in tight fists and promised herself tonight would be different. These affirmations had become the bedtime prayer she repeated every night, while her mother extinguished the gas lamps and her brother tied her hands and feet to her bedposts.
The restraints were for her own good. Maddy understood that well enough. How could she expect to survive in the world, if she ever managed to escape? She was the secret disgrace of her family. Her mother refused to bring her out into society, not for cruelty's sake, but to spare Maddy the humiliation of failing to attract a suitor, wealthy as the Lavoie family was. "Madeleine the Mute" was what people called her when they were being kind; they called her "Madeleine the Mad" when they were not. They were right.
To ward off her loneliness,
A MonologueTitle: A Monologue From the Console RoomA Monologue4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I be writing this here?
Summary: During that horrible period when Amy and Rory are asleep and the Doctor is alone, Idris appears. The Doctor talks.
Spoilers: Massive ones for 'The Doctor's Wife'.
A/N: Me! Writing Doctor Who fic after all this time! Neil Gaiman, this is all your fault! Tone-wise this is based on a short story called 'Orientation' which, though different in subject matter, tells the story just through a one sided monologue without any description of action or tone of voice (well worth a look by the way as it's very chilling.)
I really hope I've pulled off Eleven's voice - especially as there is no description to buffer it and you have to make the judgements about when he is being light, or sad, or emotional from my use of words, breaks and grammar!
What? No! Don't explode! Ow!
That. Really. Hurt.
Where's my hammer? Hmph. And
Daylight's EndDaylight's End3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Solari marched decisively, heading to the Temple of The Sun. The crimson light of the late dusk reflected on her armor and colored her long curls in a ruby red. Soon, she entered the Temple, and wandered around the familiar corridors. Her steps led her to her final destination, the Main Room.
"Ask not the Sun, why she sets. Why she shrouds her light away. Or why she hides her glowing gaze..." a familiar, yet still captivating, voice echoed in the vast hall. A voice the woman expected to hear.
"When night turns crimson, gold to grey...I knew you would be here, Diana." Leona continued.
The other lady was standing in the middle of the Room. She was also in full armor but hers seemed almost otherworldly, as if it was tainted with blood. into the clear scarlet light of the sunset. Her white hair, a pale white, though blood-stained rose. Her dark eyes were its thorns.
"You still remember the song, Leona?" the fallen Solari asked, but
The Banzai WatchBanzaicrew gathers, and now my watch begins.The Banzai Watch3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It shall not end until my death.
I shall partake in no strife, scold no cons, father no unrest.
I shall wear no crowns and win no fortune.
I shall aid and help at my post.
I am the crew of Banzaicon.
I am the watcher in the halls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold, the crew that makes Banzaicon, the light that repels the haters, the shield that guards the realm of our fans.
I pledge my life and honor to Banzaicrew, for this con and all the cons to come.
I forgotI used to loveI forgot1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
because we areAnd when you no longer feel that the air that you breathebecause we are4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
can fill your lungs the way it's supposed to
I want you to remember that I am here.
That I am forever grateful for having you in my life and for
being able to help a friend in need.
For being able to help a friend feel a little better
And when you feel that the earth and the heavens no longer
have what you feel you need
and that too much has been thrown at you at once,
I want you to remember.
Remember our days together and remember that I am here,
I am here to do whatever I can to help
not only a friend but also
ScienceOn the ocean, in a steel basementScience4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within it a man relapsed in spiraled lament
The man-made dungeon drifted on the empty sea
Investigative within the boundaries of his own fancy
He studied the seas to find the physical only
Above him sailed the continental down feathers:
The clouds that story-tellers perch their cities on
Their puffs of breath mimicking the leaves of the heathers
Above him the spirit drifted, mocking his self-binding con
My book: Chapter Six introFinding TruthMy book: Chapter Six intro8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Alfheim, Location: Yrilf
The time is coming quickly… I have seen it; I have felt it; I have dreamt it. Everyone else has remained a skeptic, blind to the truth, even when I died as I had foretold.
I left an echo, hoping that someone would hear its whispers and heed its words, but now I am not so sure. The elves have long been ignorant. Who will waken them from their long slumber? It is not anyone from Midgard or Asgard, nor is it anyone from the dead; someone from Nifleheim. No, if there is any hope at all for Alfheim, it must come from within. But where does it come from? Is it from a certain bloodline? I can only wait and see.
Silvia climbed through the boughs of the old oak tree, looking at the town sprawled throughout the forest's branches below. On and on the trees stretched, their tops rising through the clouds. She enjoyed being higher up; the view was always magnificent, watching the elves go about their daily business down below her. A breeze came t