The Other Place: Chapter ThreeJohn Foster awoke to find himself still slumped behind the wheel of his car, and he groggily ran his hand over his aching head, feeling the coarse texture of congealed blood in the injured section of his tangled mat of hair. He shut his eyes tightly and opened them again, focusing on the environment displayed through the windscreen, and he pulled himself into an upright position, hearing the steering wheel creak under the pressure of his weight.The Other Place: Chapter Three6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The car was in exactly the same place as it had stopped, but instead of the bright summer evening he remembered, the sky was now cloudless and grey with the dim sun hardly visible, like a torch shining behind a sheet of greaseproof paper. The trees were bare and devoid of leaves, their branches reaching out into the air like the structure of a nervous system, and although the fields looked the same, there were no crops growing in them now, just bare earth and uncovered branches as far as the eye could see. The Cathedral was still there, but som
Wind City - The CuratorThe CuratorWind City - The Curator6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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The knock came at the door and the old man lifted himself out of his chair, making his way to greet the expected caller. It was about the same time everyday, and he could have set all the clocks around him by it, if they hadnt already been so reliable. For the past two month without fail, this visitor had always turned up on his doorstep, the boy without a name, whos only purpose was to give the Curator a note of unknown origins.
He opened the door and looked down at the boy, who stood there silently, waiting to carry out his daily task. He never spoke, not even a murmur escaping from his lips, and the Curator did wonder if the boy possessed a tongue or not, as he never got a reaction to his questions before the boy scampered off into the crowded streets from where he had came.
He looked at the note as he closed the door. It was the same as always, a set of characters that to anyone else would be meaningless, but to
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They were his constant companions these days, though he knew little about them other than that they ate only the softer, juicier leaves produced by Table Woods' trees and called themselves Shikul. Where they lived or what functions they might perform in the Woods, he had no idea, for 'Shikul' was the only word he'd ever managed to decipher from the strange, singing noise they caused inside his head when a swarm finally succeeded in completely surrounding him.
He might not have known what use they were to the Woods, but Josef had quickly learned their use to himself, because they always fled whenever the Keeper approached, clad in his cumbersome metal garments and always preceded by an odd, greenish fluorescence. The Woodcutter was quick to follow their example, for he knew what fate held in store for the Artisan, who would inevitably follow all his meddling predecessors to an early grave. He 'd seen their bones many times now, and had long since ceased wondering at
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Bethany yawned as she slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. It was morning already, and she wished it wasnt. The previous day had been a long one, and she still felt like sleeping some more. Groaning, she fell back and pulled the covers up over her face.
Her first day in Wind City had not ended as well as she had hoped. As she soon realized, Aunt Sarahs house was as poorly maintained on the inside as it was on the outside. Large pieces of furniture cluttered every room, and old woven carpets and tapestries covered the floors and walls. Piles of books and dying plants could be found where furniture wasnt, and expensive-looking lamps and chandeliers lit the house up at night. Bethany had noticed that the lamps and chandeliers seemed to be powered by the same strange glyphs that moved Mr. Carters vehicle. Bethany had wondered what other household items ar
Round OneRound One6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sophia flipped back, catching the branch with her hands and flipping up to crouch on top of said branch. She lifted her hands and they erupted, engulfing in flames.
What the hell?! Sophia yelled down at the figure crouched below her, Why are you attacking me? Her body tensed for another spring as she narrowed her deep blue eyes. The attacker was also female, wearing a skintight blue and black outfit. She had long blond hair and was wearing a rainbow hat stuffed onto her head. The muscles in the girl tensed and she let out a feral growl. Sophia threw a fireball at the girl but she dodged and pounced up into the tree, slashing at Sophia. However, Sophia dodged easily and the girls sharpened claws cut straight through the branch even though it was several inches thick.
Sophias eyes widened and she landed on another branch. Sophia pulled her arm back and drew the flames, forming them into the shape of a bow and arrow. She released the flaming
Wind City - The FiftiethThe FiftiethWind City - The Fiftieth6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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Fifty, an interesting number thought Faulawd, as he looked at the symbols moving across the largest of the Glyph Cubes on his study table. He watched the symbols changing as he did up the high collar on his ceremonial robes, waiting for the result he expected the cube to give him. Tonight was the celebration of a fiftieth birthday and even though it wasnt his for another few months, he couldnt help but on this momentous night, to think about what he had done with his life so far.
The Grandmaster of the Artisans had achieved a lot in his years, but as was always the case with Faulawd he was never completely happy. There had been many failures on the road to greatness, many an unfortunate setback on his path to getting where he deserved to be, and the man who was celebrating his fiftieth year of being alive tonight had played an active role in many of those setbacks. Rertuon had been his eternal nemesis, a problem tha