The MetamorphosisThe girl jerked awake and was immediately aware of a number of things. She was in a blank white room with fluorescent lights that smelled of disinfectant. She was sitting in a hard plastic chair in front of a laminate table. She was in a straightjacket. The soft scratch of a ballpoint pen across paper caught her ears and she realized there was man sitting across the table from her.The Metamorphosis8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The man was so average-looking that he was almost featureless. Later, she would only remember his white coat and rimless glasses.
"Your name, please?" asked the man mildly. The girl was so disoriented that she almost replied before stopping herself.
"My friends call my Ripper," she growled, twisting in the straitjacket. It was no use, the thing was locked tight. She started to panic at the sensation of being trapped, but then she let the old Calm come into her head and quiet her down. She stared down the man, t
TurningBeneath her skin ached with the fever of desperation. For the longest time she knew about him, and the blessing he had been given; and she wanted it too.Turning4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tonight was the night she chose to ask him, hoping and wishing he would allow to have this gift pass on to her. After much thought and discussion, he agreed. She knew the risks, and the reward, and felt it was time to take it all.
She bent down on her knees, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She knew this would be painful, but the pain would be but a small moment, and the glorious feeling of freedom she longed for would be hers, forever. She wanted this, more than anything. Her soul screamed for it.
He gently brushed her hair back, slowly moving his hand across, exposing her neck and shoulder. It felt seductive, but it was not for the act of passion that he did this, but for preparation.
Are you ready? he asked, keeping his voice as calm as he could. He needed her to stay calm and focused.
Yes, she w
Bat Costume TFClete strode on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He was feeling less than happy at the moment as he sat down at a nearby bus stop and sighed.Bat Costume TF7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tonight at work they were going to throw a big Halloween party. Everyone was invited and many people were planning to come. You didn't actually have to bring a costume to the party, but where's the fun in that?
Naturally since today was Halloween, every single costume shop was either packed so full of people it was claustrophobic, or every single costume that would fit him had been sold out.
His head fell into his hands as he sighed again thinking, why did I have to wait till today? The next bus pulled up. He began to get on…
…Only for something to catch his eye…
It was a costume shop, only it couldn't possibly be a costume shop. If it really was a costume shop, people would actually be going in and coming out. But instead, the last minute shoppers who
What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthro artists are anyone who draws anthropomorphic art. Anthro is defined as something that is essentially non-human (including inanimate objects) that has been given human characteristics, such as having an almost-human bone structure.
Furries are people who have an affinity toward the anthro style of art. Furries usually identify themselves with a fursona an anthro version of themselves. They are a fandom (like anime fans are otaku). There are many levels of the furry fandom: It extends from simply being an artist, to wearing fur-suits, and attending fur-cons. However, this is not limited to furries, it extends to scalies and avians - people who identify themselves with a winged or scaly anthro characters. It should also be noted that while the above is correct, Furry, Avian, and Scaly are just fandoms. A lot of people in the anthro community, while falling un
This is who I amThis is who I am4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Weirdo! Freak! Mad Millie! Geek! Idiot! You jumped into the pond to save the fish from drowning! Haha! Stupid! Your mother is a slut! No one sung her name did you? I feel sorry for her
I laughed away their cruel taunts. I shrugged off the pity and continued to dance, continued to chase, continued to bite, growl, ignore, run and repeat. I repeated it until I went home. Then I cried away the pain but I cannot cry away the empty longing of somewhere I could call home.
If they looked into my eyes, into the very depths of my soul what would they see?
My mind is open. My mind is wild. I see music. I see Dragons their wings flying past in the wind against an opera. The Pixies dance in the moonlit sky against the drama. The trees are alive and singing out their life breath in battle. I feel all of their power and more as I watch the music come to life. The world is black but as long as I can always find music within it, it will always be alive with color. If not the world wil
Sheriff of Copper Fold ch2Hestra, majordomo of Lady Talphenia arrived in the entrance hall of the castle to greet the new arrivals.Sheriff of Copper Fold ch21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Standing in the hallway was a man and a woman.
The man was very tall. He wore a long leather coat and a broad brimmed hat.
His face was tanned and weatherbeaten. His hair was greying. Yet it was his eyes that struck Hestra. Those two blue eyes targeted her with a fixed stare. Something seemed to burn in that gaze; a hatred, not a cold hatred, but an anger that would have consumed the world if it could.
His face seemed locked in a harsh grimace. It was as though looking at the majordomo was some chore to be endured, as though he were looking at something that filled him with disgust.
This could only be Skennitus, Holy Inquisitor and Paladin of the Church as well as, soon to be Sheriff of Copper Fold.
The young woman who accompanied him was similarly dressed in a leather coat and broad brimmed hat. She had long red hair. Her cheekbones were narrow and her ears were pointed. She had t
For in this RestFor what is day?For in this Rest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what is night?
of fear and fright
Once crippled fangs
Raised forth to bite
In this time of rest
For in this rest
"What dreams may come"
which linger more
ignore the sun
Balk solemn law
Though day's begun
My eyes are still shut
Shut of the day
May it be not
My grasp of time
For is it day?
Or it be the night?
Please, my eyes
I pray, you will lead me right
In my world
Amid real and not
Of darkened light
Of living rot
I hear my pulse begin
Be that my pulse?
With quickened pace?
Or echoed steps of silhouettes
Perusing amongst my dreams
Whose curled lip and twisted smiles
By others can't be seen
Gleaming teeth and sharpened tongues
Why my dreams
am I the one
Rooting into what my eyes see
What is real?
Gasping for a breath
of earthen air
Choking on smoke
I do declare
exists of this,
And not of me.
SnowfriendSnowfriend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't understand Frosty
I wouldnt like a friend made of snow
You try to get close to them
The closer you get
The more you discover
How cold they are
Is molded and mirrored
From the world around them
And as soon as times get hot
Whenever you need them
Zwischen den Grenzen Kapitel 1Ein angenehm erfrischender Luftzug wehte Kai entgegen, als er die Hintertür des Ladens abschloss. Die Abkühlung tat ihm nach den Sauna Temperaturen in dem Hinterzimmer des Computerservices gut. Am liebsten hätte er das Fenster schon bei dem Gewitter, welches vor zwei Stunden gewütet hatte, aufgerissen, um die Luft zu verbessern. Aber so heftig, wie der Regen gegen die Fensterscheibe geschlagen hatte, hätte sicher bald der ganze Raum unter Wasser gestanden. Und die Computer wären nicht sehr begeistert davon gewesen.Zwischen den Grenzen Kapitel 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Für die Festivalbesucher hatte das Ganze diesmal wohl ein sehr vorzeitiges Ende, dachte Kai mit einem Blick auf eine Wiese. In dem dämmrigen Abendlicht konnte er dort jede Menge Chaos erkennen, welches aussah, als wäre alles in Hektik zurückgelassen wurden.
Er setzte die Kapuze seiner Sweatshirt Jacke auf, als die Wolken erneut aufrissen und ihren Ballast abwarfen. Zwar würde ihn der Stoff auch nicht trocken halte
Still You Hold My HandDo you remember when we first met?Still You Hold My Hand3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A blue tide snaked its way up hot sand
And passion had us ensnared in her net
With kisses up my neck, you hold my hand.
I watch the glowing embers slowly die.
The fire's cooled, and still you hold my hand.
I watch as winter's brought by somber skies
The trees are bear, life no longer there.
And still you hold my hand.
The CoinWhen new this piece of bronze had markings clearThe Coin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Depicting Alexander in the dawn
As it was passed from fishwife to the Seer
For a false fortune on a muddy lawn.
Then taken from the augur's purse by thieves
And thrown into their greasy leader's sack,
It soon was rescued by a soldier's cleave
To pay the whore for company he lacked.
The coin bought mouldy bread in harlot's hand,
But borrowed soon by baker's oldest son
For gamb'lin', drinkin', till he could not stand.
Then spent, it lay with winnings he had won.
Yet now upon my neck it hangs 'day long,
Still worn by time, the markings nearly gone.
TweakedKafka sat on a plush velvet couch, flicking a blade in and out of the cuff on her forearm. She pressed a latch on her wrist and the blade slid out over her knuckles. She pressed the latch again and the blade retracted. A frown twisted her powerful muzzle. She pushed her tinted goggles up onto her forehead and squinted at the contraption.Tweaked8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Kafka," muttered the Red Kangaroo Uplift next to her, "Please stop that. You're making the patrons nervous."
The werehyena raised her head, ash drifting from the cigarette stub clenched between her teeth. The Uplifts around them looked somewhat wary.
"Don't worry," declared Kafka, "I'm a professional." The patrons of The Midnight Sun Coffee Bar did not look very reassured. The werehyena ignored them and turned back to her friend.
"Look," she said, flicking the blade in and out again, "It's sticking."
Jennie Bomb watched the movement of the blade carefully. "
Bound in Cathedral HallsAmong those barren walls, cathedral halls,Bound in Cathedral Halls6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You bask in glory, in your bloodied mire.
And I am cursed to come when you so call,
A slave to feed your never dieing fire.
I would ask dost thou know the pain I feel?
If it would stem thy black sadistic hold;
But it would just renew your jealous zeal
Whose thornéd vines do bind my broken soul
And scar my flesh with this damned biting need.
Despite the cold you yet pursue my heart,
But Im not one to win with vicious deeds
Despite your torture and abusive part.
Oh fools are we who wander aimlessly
In search of better lost old memories!