Simplicity [Zoethian]‘Do I love her?’Simplicity [Zoethian]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The answer, even now, isn’t as simple as a yes or no.
Rythian watches as she shifts again, covers tangled around her legs, prosthetic strewn at an unnatural angle up against the enclosure’s wall. She’s moved it again and again trying to find a comfortable spot for the foreign appendage. Even in her sleep her body could tell that something wasn’t quite right. The thought makes him sick.
Even now, nearly a month after the incident, he still can’t shake the image of her as she fell from the sky in a streak of cloth and blood… He thought she was dead. How couldn’t she be, after an explosion like that? How wasn’t she charred and blackened and broiled, torn to shreds and scattered across the landscape, obliterated beyond recognition? How wasn’t she dead?
He actually has to touch her to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Zoeya shifts under his fingers. He sh
Yogscast Tribute- Only HumanIt was as if the world had slowed to a standstill. The shouts became dull to their ears, and the whole world around them seemed to blur as their comrade fell to the ground, clutching his chest, whereupon an arrow had struck. His arrow.Yogscast Tribute- Only Human3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Peculier!" He could dimly hear Simon shouting to his left, but could only stare in shock as their brave and strong ally fell to the ground, his father's sword clattering out of his hand. He began to run forward, feeling as if he was in a dream. Around him, the battle raged onwards, the allies they had found along their journey bravely battling the endless armies of Israphel. But the one ally they had from the start had fallen. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening.
"Oh God, Simon." he found himself saying in a choked voice as he knelt beside a gasping Knight_Peculier, the blood pouring from where the arrow had struck. He glanced up at his best friend, and they exchanged panicked glances, both feeling as though their world had suddenly
Wolven Master Prologue Pt 3Wolven Master Prologue Pt 36 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A week passed. Morning teas and late suppers, followed by conversation-filled hours in the parlor, Argent and Devious shared every moment possible with one another. They seemed to feed off of one another, each gaining something from the other... something they desperately needed.
Devious spent her days in the parlor, reading books and doing research on all sorts of topics which held her interest, while Argent was away doing... whatever it was he did during those hours, she knew not, and he was not one to be liberal with information of that kind. She didn't mind the solitude really, but she found herself becoming more and more anxious to see him in the evenings as the days wore on.
She was almost giddy on the ninth night of her stay with the "rescuer", as she tried to focus on a novel she'd been reading for the past two nights. She was properly perched at the window
Here and Now “Papa!” The distressed cry rang through the forest, bouncing off tree limbs and reverberating through the gathering dusk. “Paaaaapaaaaa!!!!” Birds stirred in their nests at the forlorn call and settled more tightly on top of their nestlings, wild cattle raised their ears and lowed in uncertainty.Here and Now1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only a few eyes spotted the small figure wandering through the brush. A human child, only about six or seven years old, was lost in the woods. Her hair was an earthy brown and hung mostly down to her shoulders, apart from the bangs that framed her frightened face and fell into icy blue eyes. The girl’s feet were bare, muddy and scraped, and her blue jumper was ripped in several places.
“Papa!” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes on a grubby forearm. What had started as a fun game of hide and seek with her toddler brother, Joakim, had turned into a terrifying trek through the acres of woods that surrounded her house. Angrily the
Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)Rythian twisted and turned in his sleep as a sharp pain in his shoulder intensified more and more before finally breaking him from his slumber. The tired Mage looked up from his bed, growling quietly under his breath as he made out the form of Teep in the barley lite area standing next to him, poking Rythian's shoulder repeatedly with his sharp claws. Rythian pushed himself up, informing the Dinosaur that he was awake and to stop poking him. As Rythian sat up he finally realized that the double bed he was sitting on, normally occupied by two bodies, currently only held one.Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Mage let out a tired sigh before looking back at the Dinosaur while asking, "Where is she, Tee?"
Teep turned and began walking back out into their desert base, heading towards the animal pens, Rythian following close behind. Approaching the dog houses, Rythian spotted something metallic shine in the moonlight, smiling to himself under his mask as they walked closer, spotting Zoey curled up next to Ghost Jr and W
A Normal NightRythian was on the hunt. He crept up the hall, careful to avoid the squeaking wooden boards, and slipped into the dinning room on silent feet. After inching his way to the table, he bent down and, with a flourish, whipped the tablecloth up.A Normal Night1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ha!” he exclaimed, as he poked his head under the table “Got yo-“ He stopped as he realized that the space was empty except for a few dust bunnies and what looked like a half eaten carrot.
Stumped, he leaned back and allowed the cloth to fall back into place. As he did, he faintly heard a soft patter of running feet from the next room. With a grin, he dashed into the adjacent living room and caught the end of a brown braid disappearing behind the sofa.
“Oh dear,” he said, ever so casually, as he crept closer to the sofa “I do wonder where she could be hiding.”
The only reply was a faint giggle from the mysterious braided creature that had slipped behind the couch. Rythian
Dreams Loss… crippling loss…Dreams1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rythian sat up gasping in bed, his purple eyes adjusting to the darkness as his flanks heaved with each shuddering intake of breath. White knuckled he gripped the sheets with both hands, his head spinning as his brain tried to cope with what he had just seen. Spiraling down, down farther out of control; crashing and burning in a tailspin of utter despair.
The mage flinched violently away from the intrusion, his shoulders curling in to shield himself from view. A hand rested itself lightly on his arm, its warmth drawing him to look over at the girl who was staring so concernedly at him.
“Rythian, are you ok?”
His throat tightened as he looked into her blue eyes. “A dream.” The man rasped out. “Only a dream.”
It had been a while since he’d had one of those particular dreams, and every time they occurred he was left just as shaken as
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
Gallifreyan LullabyGallifreyan LullabyGallifreyan Lullaby4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Children of eternity
take me away
back to the red grass
and burnt orange sky
we'll climb Shada Mountain
you and I
Remember me to Gallifrey
with the love of both hearts combined
from rassilons tower
from the north to the south
living on there
'til the end of time
The Second Time Around Rythian had thought that it would be easier the second time around.The Second Time Around1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Zoey had first mentioned the idea of children, they had been walking together in the forest. The sun had been shining, slanting through the branches and sending shafts of yellow down through the canopy to dapple the ground in front of them. A breeze had been blowing softly and stirring the leaves, and white clouds had scudded across the azure sky like little boats in an ocean. Rythian had been totally at ease walking with Zoey at his side, enjoying listening to her chatter.
“… and I really like this area we’re walking in and wouldn’t it be nice to have a house here? Hey, Rythian! We should build a house here!”
The enderborn had nodded, liking the idea. Their desert home was beginning to wear on him; the days were hot, the nights freezing, and sand got in absolutely everything. It would be nice to put his boots on in the morning without having to shake out
A Simple Thing“Goodnight Ryth.”A Simple Thing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Goodnight Zoey, sleep tight.”
Rythian leaned over and sealed the door to their makeshift tent and lay back on his bed.
It was the first day since the nuke that he and Zoey had both slept in the same place, not counting the nights he had watching Zoey sleep as she healed, and the mage waited eagerly for a sound that he hadn’t heard in nearly a month.
He was soon rewarded with the heavy, warm sound of Zoey’s sleep breathing. A simple thing really, just her breathing, but one that he had waited so long to hear.
Ever since he and Zoey had joined forces and he had begun teaching her magic, they had always been close by when sleeping and Rythian had grown used to hearing the relaxing sound when he was falling asleep.
When Zoey had gone away the first time to save Tee, he had truly realized how much the sound comforted him and it had been that alone that had driven him to start using the guest room. He didn’t know why it soothed
The Big Four: The Rise of the Darkness (Ch. 1)The Big Four: The Rise of the Darkness (Ch. 1)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
North was busy creating a new ice-train. Christmas was still a few months away, but then again he has to deliver millions of toys to billions of kids. Everything was going just right until, bang! His office door slammed open, making his new creation crumble in his hands. "Ack! My train!" North turned around to see one of his yeti workers, "Ah, my friend. What is the matter?" The yeti burst out a line of frantic grunts and groans. North knit his eyebrows, "The Globe?" He walked past the yeti and to the Globe. The Globe keeps record of children of the world that still Believed, bad or good or naughty or nice. The Guardian of Wonder let out a hardy laugh and said to his worried toy-maker, "It is fine! Nothing is wrong with the Globe. Everything is in order, sure a few lights went out but that happens every day. Some stop Believing as more Believers come." As he walked away, the yeti huffed and looked at the Globe again, its eyes widened at what it saw form on the globe. Quickly, the yeti
Awoken Rythian had thought that he’d hit his lowest point when he and Zoey had been separated after he had yelled at her. The enderborn had paced the marble floors like a caged animal, slowly becoming more ghostlike with every passing day. He had been a plant without the sun, and the darkness had been made more sinister by the fact that he had known warmth and light. He had thought that it could never be worse than it had been back then.Awoken1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was wrong, this was so much worse.
“ZOEY!!!!!!” his voice was breaking as he screamed out for her, his violet eyes searching frantically among the ruins of what had been their home. Heat washed off of the crater in waves, making the air thick and difficult to breathe in; ash and debris were falling like poison rain.
Tee was scouring the ground for any sign of the girl they both loved, though in different ways. The dinosaur’s thick scaly skin protected him from the worst of the
Doctor Who jokesKnock knock.Doctor Who jokes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Q: What happens when the headless monks leave banana peels on the floor?
A: Silence will fall
Q: How many Sontarans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None! Sontarans do not fear the dark!
Q: How many Time Lords does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Interference in the lighting practices of other cultures is strictly forbidden.
Q: How many cybermen does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: LIGHTBULBS ARE INELEGANT. THEY WILL BE UPGRADED.
Yo momma's so fat, the whole Slavine family could fit inside her at once
Yo momma's so fat, the cybermen upgraded her into a hot dog van
Yo momma's so fat, project indigo took her to an ice cream parlor
Yo momma's so fat, the Adipose consider her a natural resource
Yo momma's so fat, Captain Jack didn't try to flirt with her
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The tesselector: Our records office is sealed to the public. The chicken isn't guilty of anything.
River Song: Spoilers.
Little Talks Little TalksLittle Talks1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rythian now severely regretted the way that he tended to give into Zoey’s every whim. The request had seemed odd at first, but then she had pleaded with him until he had given into the demand.
Zoey had wanted to go back to Blackrock Hold without Ravs to look around. Just the two of them; she hadn’t even wanted their ever faithful dinosaur Tee to come along. Rythian had been apprehensive, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he tried his best not to look into Zoey’s pleading blue eyes.
“Come on, Rythian. Pleeaasse?” She had drawn the word out imploringly.” We won’t stay for long, I promise! I just sort of want to look around again because I feel so bad for leaving it li
Shadow of Israphel“Hey, Simon?” Lewis spoke up as the fire dwindled away in the night.Shadow of Israphel2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yeah?” The dwarf mumbled back the single syllable. He had lain down on his side with his back to the fire. Before his space friend had spoken up he had been ready to dream away all the current nonsense. “What d’you want?”
“Do you think we can beat Israphel?” Simon jerked his head toward Lewis in utter bafflement. “I mean, I know we’re supposed to be these great and almighty heroes. But, before at least we had Knight Peculier and the skylords, now it’s just us; an abandoned space man and a reckless dwarf.”
“Hey! I’m not reckless!” Lewis rolled his eyes and scoffed at the reaction. “And besides, KP wasn’t that helpful. We practically did everything on our own, why not this?”
The spaceman’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You seem to be forgetting that the only person to even touch Israphel was in fact
Letter 2Shower damp and soap sweet, I slip between the sheets. They're cool and crisp against the parts of my skin that are exposed. Cool …on smooth calves and bare thighs.Letter 29 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Laying back…I snuggle in …the linen of your shirt clinging to my skin…the residual moisture holding it fast…molding it to curves. I breathe deeply and I can smell you…..the scent of your cologne enveloping me…..coaxing me to you.
I close my eyes…breathing you in….wrapping myself around your memory. The sound of your voice…low and teasing….the hint of a smile breaking through. Sweet words….my girl….sweetheart…darling….words that make me melt.
The wanting is there…as it always is…but at this moment…it is …more insistent. Demanding somehow.
I reach for them….the images you've gifted me with. Images of you.
My eyes open…and I smile as you come into focus. You….dark hair and smiling mischievous eyes. You…the man who touched my soul…and stole my heart . My eyes linger…and then I go to the next. I feel my hea
Yogwarts and the Philosopher's Stone: Chapter TwoYOGWARTS AND THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONEYogwarts and the Philosopher's Stone: Chapter Two4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lewis sighed as he hefted his best friend’s trunk from the back of the car as well as his own. Simon was smirking, his short, ginger hair sticking up in all directions and, not for the first time, Lewis wondered, aloud, why he ever stuck around. Simon was unfazed, however, and so the two of them, after saying farewell to their parents in a show of independence, set off to the station, Simon joking around as usual. Lewis felt a little more subdued; nervous at the prospect of starting a new school with new people (other than, of course, Simon who had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, due to them being the only magical children living anywhere near each other.)
As they entered King’s Cross Station, Lewis knew they must make a funny sight, pushing their trunks in trollies in front of them: the scrawny, bespectacled boy (often mistaken fo