The Minion Mistress - Chapter 21 P1Chapter 21 All is Fair in Love and WarThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 21 P1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A darkened arbor, speckled with floating lights of blue, green and gold, but lighting up as a slender figure entered. The lights glowed more brightly in reaction to her presence.
It was midnight as Fay placed the dragon leather sack onto the ground beneath a protecting canopy and spread her hands. In answer, all the shards flew out, up, and started circling around each other slowly.
The Queen moved her fingers, took a deep breath and softly started to sing. Her voice formed ancient words, describing how the Heart would be healed and in which ways the shards should fit together. The nacre fragments tumbled around each other, turned, and then started fitting together by themselves. Each time a new shard joined the healing mass a clear tone resounded, blending into Fay's song, and the air became increasingly bright under the canopy, as if dawn was breaking.
Lower, in the arbors, two Minions looked up at the flickering light, thei
The Minion Mistress - PrologueDedicated to Lamaohi and Ramul, my friends and fellow Darklords. I love you. ^^The Minion Mistress - Prologue in Fantasy More Like This
Prologue - Death´s Fishing Net
The wild water swept her along. It foamed like the maw of a rabid wolf and it pushed her down with a furious force if she tried to gasp for breath. The darkness didn´t improve matters either.
The underground river was just as ferocious as they´d said. And it seemed like the rocks were getting sharper. She didn´t dare guess how deep below the earths surface she already was. The water was freezing and the strength to claw herself up rapidly disappeared from her body. She hit the rocks with her shoulder, her head, her hands trailed along a rough surface and the pain immediately got drowned by the cold Then her leg hit a protruding spike of underwater rock and she felt something snapping. This pain couldn´t be drowned. She wanted to scream, but held back just in time if she opened her mouth now, the water would ram in with the power of a starving a
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 10 P1Chapter 10 Deadly Hide and SeekThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 10 P1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Red banners with golden suns, glistening faintly in the very last light. Wrecked statues of the Mother Goddess. The sound of voices from within the walls.
The great fortress was full of Empire and Sayron could feel his blood rushing through his veins. This was the place Jagged had spoken of the place where the green Hive was being held, far from the place she should be standing.
The leader of the green clan excitedly outstretched and retracted his claws. His pupils were diluted so his eyes were nearly black. His three companions were, at the moment, scouting ahead invisibly, but as Sayron searched the surroundings for a trace of glowing eyes Ramul solidified from thin air right in front of him.
"Weak spot," he hissed. "Fallen pillar. Empire isn´t careful, we can enter."
Sayron narrowed his eyes. "Show me."
Ramul nodded and sped off, into the undergrowth. Sayron and the horde followed though a sea of purple pitcher plants, swayi
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 6 P1Chapter 6 Key StonesThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 6 P1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In one of Nordberg Town's houses, a man was busy waking up. He didn't look like a standard Nordbergian, dressed in thick fur and a hood. The furs weren't necessary anymore anyway, and not just because Midwinter had come and gone. The tar pits close to Nordhaven had burnt on beneath the snow and the fire'd reached the reservoirs deep within the earth. The average temperature in Nordberg had been raised. Many of the seals the people depended on had moved north, to the real pole where it was still cold enough for them. The wolves, however, had just shed a lot of their fur and still felt perfectly at home.
Nonetheless, this man still didn't look like the average Nordbergian. He was wrapped in bandages from head to toe.
Kivner, the sole survivor of the Nordhaven inferno, coughed away the stinging tickle in his throat and sat up. The one eye that wasn't milky white acquired a puzzled expression. Then a voice sounded, rasping like a demon's: "I can talk..."
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 14 P2As the mist pool faded out it almost immediately flashed back to Sayron. Gnarl stooped down over the image. "Lord, you'd better come back through the Heartland gate. Jinx is busy with a plan to make sure you can enter the city without being seen."The Minion Mistress - Chapter 14 P2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where is she now?"
Gnarl looked up. "She's descending into the throne room right now."
Jinx touched the floor at the moment it folded shut over the pool, together with Cariatia. The girl looked around her in wonder and shock and Jinx recognized her own emotions from the moment she'd seen the Netherworld for the first time herself. So long ago. But Cariatia seemed to be a bit frightened as well, and she'd never been. She'd always been a part of the domain. Not a normal human being.
Kelda took Cariatia aside, so Jinx stayed behind with Juno and Gnarl. She clutched Cariatia's bag in her arms as if it was a shield. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to make you presentable, girl," Juno smiled, but it was the smile of a sn
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 11Chapter 11 Old enemies, new alliesThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The smell of the jungle was wonderful and comforting after the confusing events of the past day. He´d shot through a fortress for the fate of his clan, had seen little ones for the first time in months, and then, shockingly abrupt he´d died. The next thing he knew was the feeling of water on his skin, like he´d been swimming something greens never, ever did. He´d moved his fingers in surprise, looked back and seen a blue Minion, a clan he had only heard of in stories before. And then he´d seen everything else.
Black basalt, in strange, sharp and smooth forms, everywhere around him. A roaring river right next to him, the sound beginning to register in his regained ears. He´d felt the presence of thousands of other Minions, brown, red and green and the Hive, hung not far away, as she was meant to.
Something had thrown itself onto him in a strangling embrace of friendship. "Jagge
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 16Chapter 16 Against All OddsThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A pounding sound woke him. The second thing that came through was the pain.
His entire body was raw. His armour scraped across bruises, cuts and bumps, quite a lot of muscles seemed to be stretched too far and his head was almost bursting apart. The pounding sound turned out to be his own heart, thumping in his rushing ears.
Lord Sayron felt wrecked.
He raised his glowing eyes. He was lying on a stone floor, partly covered in sand. In front of him were bars. They´d put him in a cage.
He grasped for the hilt of his sword, to discover his weapon was gone. Of course. Into the Arena unarmed, as was befitting of a captive or a slave.
Sayron uncertainly grabbed at the bars and managed to get hold of one of them. He painfully climbed to his feet.
Maybe he could melt them with magic.
He raised a hand, but all he could produce were a couple of blue flashes. Of course. The magical shield.
Where were the Minions? Where was Jinx? They couldn´t
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 23 P1Chapter 23 Shade LadyThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 23 P1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was early in the morning when the hammer blows stopped.
Not that Giblet had any idea of that, of course. In his domain the red light of the lava and the fire pits always shone, and he wouldn´t want it any other way even when he slept, he´d know if they´d be extinguished.
The master blacksmith dipped his creation in the cold bath next to his huge anvil, waited until the metal didn´t glow red anymore and then combined it with several other pieces of metal. Then he took his hands off it, lifted his steel visor and nodded contently.
He jumped off the platform at the anvil, lay his hammer across his shoulder and strolled over to one of the two enormous fire pits, where brown Minions were busy hammering out and melting down pieces of armour even now. Giblet left all that to his helpers now he was busy with the big project for the Master, which had to be ready for the siege on Arcadiopolis. The project he´d be able to continue now the smaller work
Mother of Evil - Chapter 1Chapter 1 Down to EarthMother of Evil - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yellow eyes looked at her with an expression she hadn´t read in them often. Disbelief.
For the first time since she´d come to know him, Gnarl was truly speechless.
"You´re leaving?" he asked, bewildered. "You´re abandoning the Tower?"
Rose nodded. Her eyes were red and gleaming with tears, but she was standing tall and proud, right in the middle of the throne room, and as she spoke it was with a steady voice. "I´m going back to Spree. This is no place for me anymore."
The advisor nodded to her belly. "And for him? He deserves to be his father´s son!"
"Son?" Rose asked sharply.
"Of course it´s a boy. It can´t be any other way," Gnarl spoke just as sharply. "And you can´t deny him his rightful place on the throne."
Rose straightened out even further. "You used to address me as Mistress," she spoke coolly. "It seems you´ve already gotten used to the idea of me no longer being part of this domain."
Shadow's Embrace - Chapter 1Chapter 1 – Darkness in the LightShadow's Embrace - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wild water, frothing waves, crushing undertow.
Open ocean… of the worst kind. And he was in the middle of it all.
An old, familiar nightmare unfolded, clear and unchanged, precisely the way it’d been on the day he’d experienced it, years ago.
He knew how it’d gotten to this. They’d reached the forest of Evernight… the Iron Fist of the dwarves had closed itself around it, with less mercy than even the Overlady had ever shown them. She had tried to take the forest in the past, but before she’d managed to do it the mountains had turned against her, and now the mountains had done the same to them, the elves. And with an old vengeance. The dwarves had always been at war with them, and they’d gotten good at it.
Their queen, Fay, had tried to flee back to the sacred island, Everlight, as the Overlady had already lost it by then and the dwarves didn’t seem to settle well – the damp jung
Specters of the SnowShy are the specters of the snow, snow,Specters of the Snow in Free Verse More Like This
The most reclusive among them is Olaf Poe, Poe,
I find him resting beneath the evergreens,
Collecting pinecones and sharp bristles from the trees
Into piles of star and crescent moon shaped designs,
He retreats deep into the woods
Every single time I approach the pines…
Quiet are the specters of the snow, snow,
The most silent among them is Isadora Poe, Poe,
A mute spirit who can be found lingering
Beneath the yearly mistletoe,
Awaiting her long lost lover before the festivities begin,
She flees when I approach for I am not him…
Living are the specters of the snow, snow,
The most alive among them is Penny Poe, Poe,
Penny wears red and white stockings
To match her red and white dress,
She loves to bake cookies in my oven
While I am consumed by rest,
When I wake up she vanishes like the rest,
To glimpse her pale smile once more
Before I die is my only request…
Forlorn are the specters of the snow, snow,
The most otherworldl
Saints Forged By BloodRed paint is truly,Saints Forged By Blood in Free Verse More Like This
What makes a man a saint,
Blood is what turns him into a martyr,
And washes away the taint,
Insane are they to the common eye,
For the common spirits,
Can never hope to relate,
To a divine soul that wishes to end his life,
By accepting a gruesome fate,
Praise be to those blessed souls,
Whose lives perished within the lion holes,
Whose corpses were eaten by crows,
As they straddled splintered wooden poles,
Proudly singing hymns to God in their death throes,
Feather their bodies with arrows,
And they shall not cry for mercy,
Bake their bodies inside the oven,
And they shall rise again as angelic foes,
To all ye executioners and persecutors,
Foolish enough to make martyrs,
Of the almighty Lord’s sons and daughters…
Bitter GloryI am so sick of the disgusting black rain,Bitter Glory in Free Verse More Like This
That distorts my soul and brings pain,
To all of those tortured souls,
Cursed by the false blessing of ambition,
That renders their happiness hollow,
Like a heart with many holes,
Because they were born outside,
Of the massive palace of glory,
Whose many doors are golden,
And whose marble fountains,
Bubble forth silver tides,
So I walk the path to bitter glory,
In bold, narcissistic strides,
Upon the backs of broken corpses,
My feet ride the gory trail,
As if these pale humans were merely horses,
And they are animals so to speak,
Because their ambition was small,
And their futures were always bleak,
As if their eyes couldn’t see ahead at all,
No more to me are they but toads,
Destined to be completely squashed,
Into the bloody pavement of my roads,
Hunks of meat underneath the soles of my feet,
Butchered and bruised stepping stones,
Crafted of organs and bones,
That shall lead me and similar souls,
To our destined palace thrones,
Already out of TimeTick tock tick tock,Already out of Time in Free Verse More Like This
Says the black clock,
As I sit in the red chair,
At the dawn of yet another year,
Writing a letter via the ink of a pen,
My withered fingers delay,
Because the sharpness of my mind,
Has grown blunt with decay,
I look at the paper,
But I cannot read the words,
I put on my glasses,
And realize that I can no longer,
Tell the difference between adjectives and adverbs,
As I stare at the page,
I wonder why my thoughts,
Have grown muddled with age,
Instead of clear,
Like the accurate reflections of a sage,
Tick tock tick,
Says the black clock,
As I perfect the red words on the letter,
Trying to make it better,
With these clunky hands of mine,
That have grown heavy underneath,
The oppressive weight of time,
Tick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As my red heart begins to fail,
I grit my teeth and write faster,
Because I know the boat of Chronus the Reaper,
Has already set sail,
Tick tock tick tock,
Says the black clock,
As my dry red eyes begin to dose,
Teller of FortunesWhen the sun is gone,Teller of Fortunes in Free Verse More Like This
And the moons align just right,
When the stars laugh,
And the veil that shrouds the unknown,
I can take a peek at the future,
While her features are basked in light...
Suppressed BrillianceAm I insane or philosophical?Suppressed Brilliance in Free Verse More Like This
Are my theories minute or astronomical?
Irrelevant or significant?
Are the machinations of my brain,
Foolish or magnificent?
Thank God that I am resilient,
Because you have been suppressing my brilliance,
All this time telling me that I am crazy,
But you were wrong all along,
Failing to see that I fit the pieces,
Of life’s puzzle together differently,
To compose a unique song,
Just because you don’t understand,
My thought process,
Doesn’t mean that you are smarter than me,
Watch me create a wonder,
And you shall see….
Curse of The LiarsDiscreet silver spiders slip fromCurse of The Liars in Free Verse More Like This
The tongues of filthy liars
To weave webs thick and replete
With hazy veils of deceit
That grow more dense and complex
As they spread and mature,
Inducing confusion and delusion
While damaging lives,
But fear not oh ye swindled,
Because those webs either collapse or implode
Retract or explode
As the discreet silver spiders come back
To bite the flesh
And gouge the eyes
Of their original creator,
For Heaven and angels utterly despise
Filthy mouths that spawn silver spiders,
This is the curse of the liars…
Hymn of The NecromancersPale soul,Hymn of The Necromancers in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to a land where I may be made whole,
A land where the sun never sets,
Because it never rises,
A land where lust and greed never recede,
And need not hide behind artificial disguises,
I want to lay my spirit to rest inside a grey place,
Where women can be wanton without disgrace,
Where I can horde the gems and count the silver,
Without the slightest slither of regret,
A land where I can be respected as a dark poet,
Who composes his pieces,
Beneath a firmament of shivering twilight,
Does not the artist retain the right,
To sculpt his creations into the form of the macabre?
Since birth I have done well,
At crafting my soul into a sculpture,
That is neither pure enough to grace the Halls of Heaven,
Nor tainted enough to reside in Hell,
Somewhere there must exist another place,
Guide me there posthaste….
--Hymn of the Necromancers
Slave to TimeWhy the heck do I have no say,Slave to Time in Free Verse More Like This
In the fact,
That there are only 24 hours in a day,
8 hours of deep sleep,
Leaves only 16 hours to live,
But at least 8 of those hours,
Always seem to be consumed by work,
Leaving me only 8 hours in the day,
To be free,
To be me,
Everyone should be able to see,
That time has made us all slaves,
And will ensure that we are forgotten,
Like the paintings in the caves,
Lord help me,
I am in need,
Of a small amount of faith,
As large as a tiny mustard seed,
So that I can hold up the sun,
And hold back the moon,
Lest I be forgotten soon.
Who is the Sun?Who is the sun,Who is the Sun? in Free Verse More Like This
that he may judge,
my flesh to be unworthy,
of lingering within his sight?
Who is the sun,
to blister my skin,
as if my very life were a blight,
and my soul itself is a sin?
Who is the sun,
to mercilessly exile my kin?
The sun is nothing,
but an inflictor of torment,
a baneful orb that covets,
the marvelous beauty of the moon.
He rises every morning,
but we have hope,
because the pale queen shall rise soon…
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 5Chapter 5: WastedNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The haze of magic from a Netherworld gate had barely faded from Thorn's vision when Gnarl said, "I do apologize, Lord, but there is something of a situation in the wasteland."
So much for relaxation. "Explain." He strode to his throne, dropped into it.
Gnarl's ears dropped. "It's the gate nearest the old tower, Sire. It ceased to be accessible while you were conquering Aquilonis."
Thorn frowned, and called up the Tower map. The magical device showed him all the Netherworld Gates in his lands, and allowed him to see what lay in the area immediately around the major gates.
He focused on the wastelands, glaring at the map when he saw that the minor gate less than a day's march from the old tower was indeed no longer present. The other minor gate, close to a week's march distant, seemed intact, and he could see no change in the ruined lands near the major gate. "Have there been any other reports?"
The old minion frowned. "None that suggested any problems, Sire. Southern R
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 1Chapter 1: OopsNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The crash made the Netherworld Tower shake. That would have been bad enough, but the sound of minion voices singing very drunk minion voices, singing very, very badly made Gnarl wince. He had to force himself not to look at the throne. More particularly, he had to work at not looking at the occupant of the throne.
Never mind that this Overlord, having been raised by minions from the age of seven or eight Gnarl had never been good at estimating human ages was more tolerant of their antics than most. There were limits, and a Master who'd been going over the business of his realm since he returned from eliminating the Glorious Empire wasn't likely to appreciate minion partying.
Another crash, and more singing. It was just as well the Master had never learned the minion dialect. He was still young not much more than a boy, really, for all that he'd been remarkably successful and he didn't take well to his... well... exploits in the
Notes from the Netherworld Library - IntroductionNo Overlord has yet realized that there is another library. When or if one of them does find the other library, the results aren't likely to be happy, at least not for Gnarl.Notes from the Netherworld Library - Introduction in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other library has always been in the Netherworld. It contains Gnarl's collection of research on minion mythology, his notes on Tower management, and his chronicles of all the Overlords, complete with his honest assessment of said Overlords' abilities.
Since no Overlord has ever been particularly mild-tempered, the result of any of them ever seeing Gnarl's notes is likely to be... fiery.
Fortunately for the old Minion Master, there is only one Overlord who is likely to ask, and he is currently trapped in the Infernal Abyss.
Gnarl is not the first minion ever spawned, but he is one of the first generation, and the oldest minion alive. Mortis is from his generation, although spawned some years later. Giblet was once trained to follow Gnarl as a Minion Chieftain, a position that was later abandoned w
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 20Chapter 20: DecisionsNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once Thorn had the girl resting in the shade, with the blues hovering and petting their baby kroks, he turned to the strangers.
Both the elves were staring at Fay, who had yet to stop cooing over her son. One of them asked softly, in a dialect of elvish that sounded ridiculously archaic, "Art thou Blood of Ever Night, Lady?"
Fay blinked. Her mouth opened a little, then closed. "I am. My beloved Lord --" she indicated Thorn with her head "-- speaks for me in all things."
The elves looked bewildered, their gaze going between Thorn and Fay as though they could make no sense of either. "But... Lady... He is..."
"Evil?" Fay asked sweetly. "The Mother Goddess would have it that he is." The lilt of sarcasm there spoke more than anything else could. "Though she did nothing when all Evernight called to her for aid, and nothing when the Empire hunted down and killed all creatures of magic without care for their goodness or evil. My Lord's Sire saved Evernight from th
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 13Chapter 13: Ever-ElvesNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evernight Forest lay shrouded in perpetual twilight. The immense trees blocked most light even in full daylight, and had grown together under the influence of the twisted magic of the wasteland to form a kind of living roof.
Ghosts gathered around Thorn within moments of him stepping through the Gate, so many of them that the ancient stonework around the Gate was obscured by their presence and he wondered if they'd been waiting for him. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
The ghosts bowed in unison.
Thorn wasn't sure which one spoke: they spoke telepathically, so he couldn't see any mouths moving.
"Welcome to lost Evernight, Son of Darkness." It was more of a solemn intonation than a greeting, and certainly not calculated to make anything feel welcome.
Thorn still preferred the ghosts to Everlight's idiot creatures with their whining about all things cute and fluffy. As for 'Son of Darkness', it was better than 'Demon Lord'.
"To what do we owe the honor of your presenc
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 2Chapter 2: ReunionNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The manor was dark, lit only by the flickering light of the burning buildings in the city. The servants and slaves who had once served here were gone, dismissed by their mistress and given enough gold to see them through what would undoubtedly be a difficult few months until the new ruler of the no-longer-Glorious Empire established his brand of order.
Lady Rose, widow of the Imperial Voice Marius and former leader of the Sentinels, would not be there to see it. Her very dead former husband would have been shocked to hear the curses she muttered about the equally dead Emperor as she walked through the darkened halls of the building she had called home for the past fourteen years. "Idiot elf," was probably the kindest.
She wound her way through the obstacle course that was the manor kitchen to the narrow door opening to an alleyway where a woman of her rank would normally never be seen. Not that anyone who looked would realize they saw a ranking Imperial citizen: inst
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 6Chapter 6: Animated DiscussionNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thorn glared at his sire. "I will not be your pet lapdog."
"I want you to rule in my name, not be my lackey." The God rose from his throne.
"I rule for myself." He hadn't fought for anyone but himself: Thorn would be cursed before he'd permit anyone to claim his victories.
His sire stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Thorn. "You will rule in my name if I have to break you to it." His eyes glowed with fierce power.
Despite his body urging him to submit, Thorn returned the glare, the fury. "Just try." The air between them no more than six inches crackled with power. "I'm no use to you dead."
For a long, long moment there was no response, only the hard white glare from the God's eyes. When he spoke, his voice was calmer. "Perhaps we should settle this in the traditional manner. You and me, in the Dungeon training ground, first to submit loses."
"You lose if you call on anything but what you had as Overlord," Thorn retorted.
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 1 P2When Gnarl woke, he wasn't entirely surprised to find himself staring up at a three-horned helm that hadn't been in this world in close to twenty years. The glowing white eyes that were all the helm let him see of its owner only proved that his memory was correct.Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 1 P2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, that's going to put a crimp or two in Master Thorn's style. "Apologies, Lord. I'm not as young as I once was, and after so many years, we'd thought you must be dead, with all the wraiths after you." Gnarl climbed to his feet. He knew he was rambling, but for some reason he couldn't stop the words tumbling from his mouth. "Pity, really, I rather like the boy, but there it is. I can only serve the most senior candidate as it were. I do regret that I never could serve you properly before."
The Minion Master swallowed. "Master?" He couldn't be mistaken. This could not be anyone but Master Doniel, miraculously returned from the Infernal Abyss.
"I know." A little amusement crept into the Master's voice.
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 10Chapter 10: The Brave and the StupidNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaff smelled sleepy-stuff. He knew the smell from when the Mistresses used it, only never this strong. He rubbed his eyes, then grabbed a spare rag from the pile meant for the Master's spawnlings and wrapped it around his face, over his mouth and nose. That made him not so sleepy.
He took one of Mistress Juno's thin scarf things from a different shelf in the storage room, and draped it over his head so he wasn't getting sleepy-stuff in his eyes but he could still see, mostly. He remembered Horde minions talking about that trick, for when the air got stingy in nasty places.
Kaff crept out of the storage room, and peeked into the main room of the private quarters. In time to see a nurse-slave put Master's spawnlings in a big basket and hurry from the room. The nurse-slave had a rag around her mouth and nose, too, and all the other nurse-slaves were asleep.
This was bad.
Kaff followed the nurse-slave, and tried not to make any noise at all even
Notes from the Netherworld Library - ProloguePrologueNotes from the Netherworld Library - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Doniel remembered falling. Remembered seeming to hang in air that buffeted him while the Overlord fought to take over his mind. Overlord Mardis, who'd all but defeated the band Sir William the Black had assembled, who'd been laughing as magical winds drove even the giant Khan to his knees.
Remembered pain from ribs broken when he'd been tossed against the wall early in the battle. Doniel had lain there, ignored by the Overlord's minions, until he'd realized he was near the balcony and that the Overlord stood with his back to the open space, all attention on the heroes.
Overlord Mardis never expected to be tackled by an injured hero, and fell.
Doniel remembered that. Remembered, too, the way the ground loomed when the Overlord's body went limp, in that moment before the impact that smeared the Overlord across the jagged rocks drove everything out. It hadn't hurt, at first. There'd been no room for pain.
Then, when pain rose, the welcome blackness. And waking in a tomb, where th
Monster MashFirst of all, there was the Family.Monster Mash in Settings More Like This
As far as they knew, they had always been, a shadow accompanying humanity along its travels down the corridor of time. Perhaps some long-forgotten Australopithecine, moving deeper into the safe darkness of the cave, had found a deeper darkness and returned from it changed. None recall, not even Thousand Times Great Grandmere, who was born before Giza had received its full complement of pyramids.
Nobody is sure of from where they came, but they are familiar to humanity: they are the inhabitants of the October country, the witches and werewolves, the vampires and ghouls, the freaks and the abominations, the mummies and the necromancers, the ghosts and liches and the men with wings. Worse are those who have seemingly slowly turned from flesh to something else without bothering to visit the tomb, or those who have been born dead from cold wombs. Some never seem to have had a life or physical body at all. Not all of them were related by blood: ghosts and
28 WHATEVERS LATER28 WHATEVERS LATER28 WHATEVERS LATER in Settings More Like This
The Rage virus was discovered as a side effect of the human genome project.
The virus had hid within the genetic code of humanity and its ancestors for eons, and might well have not been discovered for generations: luck and chance played a major role in its discovery.
Human stupidity played the dominant role in its study, though.
The discovery that this ancient genetic intruder played a major role in the biochemical roots of aggression led some people to think wow, we may have found the key to ending hatred, others to think wow, we’d better not mess with this sucker, and still others to think wow, bet the military would fork out a lot of cash for research into this.
Guess which groups got the funding?
Who the bright boy was that managed to convert the virus into a free-living form remains unknown. However, it was apparently in May of 2002 that it mutated in one of the test animals into a far faster reproducing virus, creating Virus ZR-17, or, as it became popul
District 9 and AfterOk: hope this isn't too boring. Tried to make some sense of the District 9 setting...District 9 and After in Settings More Like This
The ship’s computer did its best, really. The sub-space storm that badly damaged a number of essentially systems had also destroyed the control interface, making communications with the overseers impossible. In a relatively sensible maneuver, it proceeded to the nearest habitable planet and parked itself in an area where climatic conditions were most suitable for the Well-Ordered People. Unfortunately, it was too damaged for any sophisticated analysis, and basal programming did not cover what to do in case of contact with a previously unknown and potentially dangerous alien civilization.
1982. Access to the alien ship which had parked itself roughly 200 meters above the outskirts of Johannesburg was of course demanded by all major world governments. It was not like the South African government could conceal the fact, with almost every foreign pr
No SpinBased on this TV scenario: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aftermath_(TV_series)#When_the_Earth_Stops_SpinningNo Spin in Settings More Like This
It’s been a couple centuries since a particularly malevolent Alien Space Bat slowed the rotation of the Earth to a halt. Two centuries since the oceans flowed to the Poles creating a girdle of land encircling the Earth. Two centuries since nights and days came to last six months. Two centuries since most of humanity, along with most plant and animal life on Earth, perished.
And time is running out for the survivors.
The planet is oblate, broader at the Equator than from Pole to Pole, as a result of its former spin: now that centrifugal force no longer tugs at the equator, the force of gravity slowly pulls the planet closer to a perfect sphere, the most stable of shapes, gravitationally speaking. This does not help humanity much: it is a process that will take millions of years, years of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.
As a result of its oblate shape, there is more mass
A World of Darkness IndeedInspired by World War Z, Lovecraft, and some others.A World of Darkness Indeed in Settings More Like This
It's one of those worlds: you know, one with the zombies: the walking, cannibalistic, infectious walking dead. 99% of humanity is dead, the remaining couple dozen million or so squirreled away in underground refuges or fortified cities or arctic wastes (zombies tend to freeze, not having any internal generation of heat) or mountaintops (zombies tend to shamble in the direction of least resistance if they don't see or smell food) or isolated islands , clinging to the scraps of their technological civilization, waiting until the last zombie has been head-shot or been worn by wind and weather into ineffectuality (zombies don't decay very fast).
Nobody knows why the zombie apocalypse took place: if it's a virus, it's not one current science is able to detect. There appears to be two vectors of contagion: one is, of course zombie bite (or ingestion/injection of zombie parts, fluids, etc., which can happen if you incautiously head-shoot
Long After 1984A drabble.Long After 1984 in Settings More Like This
The Third-Rank Hierarch of the Inner Church grinned. He had discovered a clear error of dogma in the annoying Second-Rank Hierarch James of Oxfrd's writings – he was implying that the current Nine Castes were an elaboration of a smaller number which had existed at some time in the past. That was clearly a doubleplus ungood violation of the Principle of Conservatism, under which only the High Council of the two Innermost Castes could recreate Falsepast to bring it in line with Truefuture. A clear case of Thoughtcrime. He wet his quill in the ink and began writing. If he followed Properproc and made sure to put this information in the correct hands, he would rise and James of Oxfrd would sink: at the very least banished from the Inner Castes and be Made Straight, possibly even be declared an Unperson and suffer the Seven Tortures.
All was Plusgood. The Hierarch paused and gazed out the window of the Ministry of Truth. It was a lovely spring day in the year 2484, and the sun wa
Old Testament CosmologyA world with a somewhat old-fashioned cosmology.Old Testament Cosmology in Settings More Like This
The world is flat. The continents are arranged roughly as on a Mercator map (although Greenland is of course much smaller. ). A thousand miles of sea east of far Siberia and west of Alaska, there arises a continuous line of mountains twenty miles high. This wall of mountains encircles the world. Beyond it is another three thousand miles of sea. This sea is apparently bottomless and inhabited by vast monsters. Beyond that is a wall of white alabaster, rising fifty miles from the sea. It supports the blue dome of heaven.
Radiological studies indicate the world is perhaps 50,000 years old. It is widely accepted that someone created it, although the nature of the Creator remains in dispute. Recent genetic studies indicate that humanity was created in Africa and spread out from there, although some remain huffily convinced of the Multiple Creations theory of human history.
The moon and planets emerge from under the Outer Sea and sink under
It Came From the Drive-InIt is the year 2012, and a world of Atomic Marvels. A glittering belt of space stations encircles the world, while giant space-mirrors extend the day and the growing season. Glittering super-skyscrapers pierce the heavens, and the androids sing sweetly as they toil in the protoplasm fields. Atom-powered cars zoom along gleaming super-highways carved through mountains by atomic disintegrators crisscross the globe, and descend under the sea to the Ocean floor cities. Giant gleaming rockets shoot into space by the dozens and hundreds. Earth is currently united as the Global Federation of Nations, with the minor exceptions of a few theocratic Islamic nations, a few crapsack dictatorships, a few backward underground Lost Kingdoms, and the possibly-not-so-minor exception of the Chinese Science Dictatorship.It Came From the Drive-In in Settings More Like This
Not that this current era of prosperity, cancer cured by the violet ray and synthetic steak every night came about without difficulties, far from it. Earth between 1950 and 2000 suffered
Moldova/Mole-DoviaInspired by one of the country descriptions in The Onion's Our Dumb World.Moldova/Mole-Dovia in Settings More Like This
The nation of Moldova, lying between Romania and the Ukraine, is often referred to as “Europe’s basement.” This is partly because of the local survival of many elsewhere vanished groups of peoples, customs, and artifacts from times long past, dusty remnants of ages mostly forgotten in other parts of Europe. Here dwell the last of the Patzinaks and the Cumans, here remain traces of the old Slavic faiths elsewhere extinguished. But it is mainly known as a basement because of the local’s stubborn insistence on living underground whenever possible.
It is uncertain when the locals took up a subterranean lifestyle, but historians generally agree that the shift began during the medieval migrations: the chronicles of St. Baeticus indicate than Moldova was already well-known for its underground communities by the late 800s. In spite of its inconveniences, the constant threat of nomadic invasions a
A Very British Solar System, Part IA description (with a little rationalization and expansion) of Philip Reeve's rah-ther delightful "Larklight" trilogy universe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larklight_trilogyA Very British Solar System, Part I in Settings More Like This
The Aether currents circle around the sun, a jolly good thing, too, because if the Aether were a static medium, the planets would soon fall into the sun. As it is, the currents help move the planets in their orbits, and ease the passage of space ships travelling clockwise rather than counterclockwise around the sun. The Aether is an energetic medium, the basis for the Alchemical drive, and sustains the fauna of space much as air sustains terrestrial life; however, the traveler should keep in mind it cannot substitute for oxygen for long, and one needs to bring a supply along when venturing into space.
The solar system is well supplied with suns and planets: as in many other solar systems,  this is not a natural phenomenon but the work of a member of the ancient and slightly eldritch super-race known as t
Fickle in Strength'It is a fragile thing.'Fickle in Strength in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up, 'What?'
'My love,' he replied, 'It is fragile.'
Her lip twitched slightly, as she fought the smile, 'How so?'
'It's fickle enough to last forever,' he said decidedly, before pausing, 'but strong enough to break into pieces when the hard winds blow.'
The girl nodded, 'Yes. I know.'
Climbing From The DarknessI'm finding it hard to climb from the darkness...Climbing From The Darkness in Short Stories More Like This
The words trapped in my heart aren't strong enough to break out. The memories swimming in my mind wish nothing upon me but torment. I doubt that I'll ever leave this place, this dire, awful, mess. I am the girl who was no one. Now I'm everyone. Everyone's problem, everyone's saviour. I receive kind advice and pass it on to others.
I am the girl who stared out to sea and saw nothing but nothing. A lone gull on a silver breeze. I am the girl who once saw gold in everything.
Now all that corrodes my eyes is rusted life. Nothing more, nothing less.
He has fallen too, into the darkness. Sometimes I watch him trying to escape. He gave up fitting in, instead he ran to music, to talent. But it was lonely, so lonely, and not even sweet notes could save him. When he fell he dragged us all down with him, but oddly enough he'll never taste that guilt. He doesn't know how he condemned us, all of us. By tak
The Soul Catcher And The GreyI saw your eyes on the horizon tonight, staring at me in a perfect grey picture. They were beautiful. I saw your soul dance and breathe in the green sea today. In that moment I was reminded of your purple converses and wilful smile. In that moment I knew that nature was mourning you too.The Soul Catcher And The Grey in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me a man with a camera took a picture, I don't know why, maybe he saw you standing, gazing, over my shoulder. You see, my friend, if I had a camera and I saw your twisted curls and sculpted face... well, I'd take a picture too.
Your soul was everything. It was too whole and too pure for the sin of love to touch. It was as well rounded as a nacreous tear cried at dawn and as fresh as a babe's wailing face at first breath.
On my skin I felt your kisses as the rain fell on and around me. As I sit here writing this the wind tousles my
Meet Me in The Copper FieldsSo meet me in the Copper Fields, my love,Meet Me in The Copper Fields in Free Verse More Like This
Where words wither in the wind and all
You can feel is my hand in yours,
Cry your tears into the sea and
Dance with me in the Copper Fields....
The White FlowerIn a clinical vase lies the White Flower. Her hair is as soft as dainty white petals, and spreads over her pillow in the same way that cherry blossom litters the ground in spring. Although her skin is deeply creased, you can tell that she once blossomed like no other, for her cheek bones are well formed and her nose perfect.The White Flower in Short Stories More Like This
The White Flower's body is slender, almost as if the rot growing inside her has devoured all the fat, all the muscle. Every sort of wire is connected to her, some are embedded in the skin of her hand whereas others snake tendrils across her face. It doesn't matter what purpose they serve to prolonging her sorry life, the White Flower hates them. She hates the hospital bed, she hates the medicine, she hates the artificialness of life within the ward. During her youth she loved the outdoors, the sky, the birds, she loved the cold winter air.
Air she knows she'll never breathe again. In her deep s
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
We Only Exist In The Now Her eyes wide, the girl stood in front of the mirror. Its surface was covered in condensation. Tentatively she reached out and touched the cold sheen of reflective sweat.We Only Exist In The Now in Short Stories More Like This
Within the mirror her lips moved, yet in real life they remained stationary, "You are the story teller....?"
Slowly, she nodded, "I am the story teller."
The mirror girl continued to speak foreign words, "Then tell me a story."
This time the real girl shook her head, "I have no story to tell...."
Smiling, the mirror girl flashed her demonic teeth, "Tell me about how he used to sneak into your room at night. Tell me about how he beat you, broke you, bruised you. Tell me about how you were sinful and enjoyed it. Tell me about how you betrayed your mother by letting him touch you and lie in bed beside y
Please, Let Me Live...A cold voice ripped into her thoughts, "And you? How do you live life?"Please, Let Me Live... in Short Stories More Like This
She remained silent, expressionless, her face might have belonged to either a sleeping child or a corpse. However, inside, her head was whirring:
I live life by living. I'm sociable to people, and a select few of those I love. In the day time I go outside and breathe, because the air is fresh and clean. In the night I dream of places I've never been, of bright eyes and city lights. Sometimes when the world gets too big for my head to contain I write it all down, and live on paper. I exhale words onto the page and watch them form their own life and message. In answer to your question, voice, I live life by living.
The voice snorted, "That's not living! Why aren't you out partying every night? Why do you always wear sunglasses? What are you hiding?"
And, as before, she remained silent. Her mind, on the
Non-Existant Grey EyesThe smothering night sat all around her dozing body. Weighty, overpowering and dark. It seemed that these days the world was in a state of continual darkness, everything was just so dire. Dire all the time. If only there was a little light, a little something, a bit of grey amongst all the black pressing down on her sorry eyelids, then maybe one day she'd be able to smile.Non-Existant Grey Eyes in Short Stories More Like This
Behind the girl, something moved. Only ever so slightly, but still, the movement had been there. Her body tensed as two arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. In trepidation her knees knocked together as his feet brushed against hers.
Softly, like an airy feather, his voice fell upon her ear, "Don't be scared."
Always the same message, the same three words. Don't be scared.... The beating of her heart slowed somewhat, and she couldn't help but let some of his warmth flood her soul. After all, it had be
The Magic Within -P--P- The end of our livesThe Magic Within -P- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's the year 2045:
Every drop of oil is gone.
Massive droughts strike the Earth.
Governments are arguing over solutions.
A deadly virus rises out of the carcasses of cows.
Men and females younger than thirty are being struck the hardest.
The world is on the edge of breaking.
A group of professors is taking a high risk.
''Sir the children are ready.''
''Start the program.''
link 5% ready
brain activity normal
Heat is rising
link 10% complete
Error in compartment 5376
''Sir too much data at once, we need to let some go!''
''Start the tournament!''
brain activity too high
initializing tournament 46%...
''It's going too slow they're not going to make it.''
brain activity zero
" we lost them Sir.''
''Clean up the
Musician -C2-One dryad even came to the small town Spree, with her high screaming voice she ordered everyone around. ''One silly boy with some little blue amphibians killed thirty farmers. Don't let me laugh, get to work and quick or I'll eat you alive.'' Something had cursed the dryads and the elves couldn't do anything about it. Some didn't want to listen and died, just as quickly as the slaves who didn't work hard enough. ''Keep the sheep in line, make bread, close the inn.''Musician -C2- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While the dryad made Spree a awful place to be, the Overlord had other business to tend to. Gnarl spoke with his rasping voice, ''First take a look around Sire, this is your dark domain. Mortis and Zap are already waiting for you by the blue hive. Next is a crane and the reds, we don't want a little fire to burn the whole place down or do we Sire?.''
''Agreed, how can I get to the blue hive?''
''Just step on the big flying stone at the end of the path. It will fly you to the place
Musician -C10- Flying HighThe sun rose from behind the mountains. Alcoholic fumes hung in the air. A perfect day for a massacre he thought.Musician -C10- Flying High in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rosie's not so small body was being rolled into the catapult. It almost broke by the massive weight. Thanks to the magnificent construction of Bubble it was still intact.
''Are you okay my dear?''
''Yes my Lord I'm pleased you let me play this role.''
''No worry my dear you will definitely sing the high note.''
The reds and blues already stood in a line. Taigon was ready to give the signal when suddenly he saw Thud coming out of the portal. He yelled: ''Percussion!'' Some blues made a magical drum and started to play. Taigon's eyes almost popped out seeing the event that came after it.
Thud made a magical microphone and started to sing:
''A whole lot of Rosie!"
''A whole lot of Rosie!"
''A whole lot of woman!''
Taigon gave the signal, some minions started to attach an oil-drained rope to Rosie. The rest started to do the Haka. The dwarves were so shocked they sobered up imm
Musician -C3-´´Inspection time,´´ Ten brave minions stood before the Overlord. ´´Chin up, show your weapon.´´ Bubble was first and very proud of his very own weapon. ´´Ah, I see a beautiful axe.´´ A grin came on Bubble´s face. Next one was also a light-blue minion his name was Slaq, two sickles were in his hand and in his eyes you could see he would never let them out of his sight. The next eight were normal blues so they only had a small dagger or a fishing rod with them. ''Good enough let's go!''Musician -C3- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''WAIT!! You can't fight on a empty stomach, eat!'' Breakfast smelled so good but fighting took the better hand. ''No Thud, we eat afterwards. To battle!!''
While the dryad opened her leaves and enjoyed the sun, the Overlord lay down in a bush. He grabbed his massive magical flute and started to play. One, two fifty, hundred rats were dancing. The dryad heard it but couldn't see what was going on. A poor elf that
Musician -C1- Irritation10 years passed by while the Overlord became an adult, the elves reinforced their power with plantlike beasts, the dryads. The Netherworld was still a mess but the blues tried their best. The walls were reinforced with planks, one crazy minion headbutted his head against the floor for some beautiful cracks. In those cracks small streams of magma flowed. They tried to make armor but without success, the smelter was taken by the reds who liked a warm bath. So they only had pointy wooden sticks, not that dangerous but you could kill a man with it. The tower gate was reinforced with extra magic and some raw materials they stole out of the inn in Spree. So now it was a tower gate with not only light blue spotlights but even green, brown and red light. The eyeballs were reinforced with a invisible layer of magic and a extra layer of empty bottles of rum.Musician -C1- Irritation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gnarl rasping voice sounded in the ears of the still sleeping Overlord. ''Today Sir, it's time to prove yourself for the blues. Come with m
Musician -C6- Rosie's secret''Get off your lazy asses! Fifty push-ups now!'' The dryad camp was full of activities. Fairies needed to get in shape for war. They needed to seduce the men and after that they could eat them whole. The poison of the fluid changed the fairies drastically. Their teeth were a lot bigger like a shark's, the wings were changed into more like a butterfly. Black wings with dark red spots on it. Their eyes were fluorescent green. For some they even looked more monstrous than a succubus. Their fat slowly disappeared because of all the push-ups and if they closed their mouths they almost looked attractive. Seducing was easy with their naked breasts forward and emanating a strange kind of perfume. The dryads were ready for battle, the elves too and it wouldn't take long before the fairies were ready to leave Everlight.Musician -C6- Rosie's secret in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On the other side the Overlord was also making last preparations. It was the last camp before they reached the dwarves. He was tired and annoyed, the whole journey he&
Musician -C11-Chapter 11: A calm breezeMusician -C11- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Far beneath the ears of any minion or Overlord, Gnarl went to his secret appointment.
''How could this happen Gnarl?'' a very low dark voice said.
''I don't know oh Master, it happened so quickly. First the blues and reds fought each other and now this. What are you going to do?''
''Wait, they don't have enough genes yet. Till that time I don't need to decide about life and death.''
'Can I be sure that it will not happen soon?''
''If you could do that, i have a strange feeling one of those greens will jump on top of it. So keep an eye on them when you find them.''
''I will Master, have a safe journey to your palace.''
''Thank you good luck with this Overlord maybe minions will finally rule the world.''
While Gnarl was at his appointment the Overlord was staring. ''Uhhh, how could this happen?''
''Physical attraction, Lord. But even then it's one in a million times a Hive is starting.'' Zap said without approval. ''Female minions never show themselve
The Magic Within -C1-Chapter 1 The tournament round 1The Magic Within -C1- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you all weren't waiting for arrived. Win 2 rounds and you have the honor to live. Lose and you will die miserably in this sandy arena, haha.'' A man in a perfect suit stood in the middle of the arena.'' A massive man with muscles like steel and a red mohawk big enough to scare everyone off jumped into the arena. ''Give me 2 rounds and I'm out of here.''
''Not that quickly your time will come.''
''This is my time I'm Ramul the magnificent.''
Out of nowhere a gigantic crane came out of the darkness and grabbed his throat.
''Like I said your time will come.'' Ramul was thrown back into the crowd. First it was the time for the women to fight their first rounds. It were almost all cat fights with lots of nail action and teeth going into flesh. Some found it hilarious while others thought differently. Two of those rounds went a bit different then should be. A green haired girl with an afro needed to fight against a orange ha
Musician -C7-''Is the machine ready?'' He was bored and annoyed.Musician -C7- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gnarl had tried to keep his mind in piece for the last couple of weeks, ''No sir it takes some time to make a machine which can handle all that weight.''
''How long, Gnarl?''
''I don't know Sir but maybe it's an idea to visit the magical chamber. It's written that most Overlords became stronger after visiting it.''
''Well it's better than staying here so show me the way.''
Taigon followed the old minion up the stairs. Just before the private quarters there was a passage to the magical chamber. It was even more steps than to the private quarters. Taigon fell on his knees when he finally reached the top. ''Why so little elevators, going to change that when I finish this." Just before him was a gigantic well, where all kinds of strange colours jumped out.
''Jump in Sir nothing to worry about, many did it before you.''
Taigon looked at Gnarl, he was a bit paranoid about jumping into shiny holes. He took a deep breath and jumped
Musician -C5-''A lovely day for a magical tower gate don't you think Gnarl?''Musician -C5- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''Yes Sire, the dwarves will be pleased those drunken hairballs.''
The blues still needed to practice their skills for a tower gate so far away. Finally today was the day he could go. It was stable and Bubble and Slaq were already gone through to see if it was safe.
''They've been gone for three hours, I want to go!''
''Be patient Sire, Mortis didn't find them in the pool so they are not dead yet.''
''I can't wait anymore, my blood is boiling, my eyes are ablaze.''
The overlord jumped off his throne, ''Safe or not safe I'm going through. Liqu, get seven more blues were going.''
''Ay Sire,'' he ran off and shortly returned with some more blues.
They stepped to the portal
Suddenly Taigon was up in the air, the tower gate had been stable but 5 meters above the ground. He tried to fly like a little duck but landed on his ass. Bubble and Slaq were already waiting on the ground. ''There you are Lord, we
Never ToldHe thinks it's odd, sometimes, though he's not certain why.Never Told in Short Stories More Like This
A sense of dislocation, perhaps. Like cutting yourself on an unsharpened blade. He walks the immense aisles of the cathedral, footsteps echoing hollowly into the blue shadows of high vaulted ceilings and arches, stone figures watching him from above as he, in turn, watches dawn play across their carved and weathered faces. The grandeur of this place is oddly soothing in the solitude it affords him. A holy place, just hushed, here suspended in the silence after Mattins when most have shuffled out. It's a favorite moment of his, a favorite service to attend, and today it gives him pausethere is training, and paperwork, and a squire for him to wake and a council meeting and a king, but he lets himself linger nonetheless. Just for a heartbeat, just for a heartbeat.
Hal smoothes his fingers over the well-worn coolness of a granite pillar, and he passes it by for the window beyond it, so familiar. He tilts his head back to
Girl DisappearingFunny thing is, maybe I'm as bad as her when it comes to just knowing things, sometimes. At least, knowing how she operates. Shauna Mull and I hadn't been face-to-face in over two years, and I still knew exactly how to break into her apartment.Girl Disappearing in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chicago was moving behind me as I clambered up the stairs, half-stumbling a bit from the exhaustion of it all. Travel-sick and sleep-deprived. Maybe heartsore. The dark wood of the steps was slightly damp and smelled of mildew, and the dull thumping of my boots as I climbed was too loud in the weird and half-suspended dawn before rush hour. There was the soft sound of traffic, down below, and papers and footsteps, but here in this passage it was all muffled, unreal.
My face was raw. I'd finally gotten all those goddamn tears in check, but everything felt so disconnected, so precariously balanced, the slightest breath of air could probably tip me over again.
Never mind it.
I shrugged hard with my good shoulder, adjusting my pack. Eyes ahea
lingering, a sestinaPerhaps it’s nightmare sweat that wets my facelingering, a sestina in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or this fractured sunlight—somehow I wake
To bathe my brow with shaking fingertips
As the hall clock ticks onward towards noon.
I’ll scrub the bitter coffee from my teeth
And choke down hallowed pills for empty aid.
And this can keep my soul safe of your aid?
With sandalwood I’d fain anoint my face,
Sesame scent where you once laid your teeth.
I’ve seen enough of storms. The thunder’s wake
Exhausts my eyes; keep for yourself brash noon
The mist and dew have gentle fingertips.
This rusted tap beneath my fingertips
And spit-warm water, some unwitting aid;
Recalling eyes, and shining in the noon
And honesty once open in your face—
Damn memory. The times before you’d wake
And how I meant to mark you with my teeth.
The lies I kept there, trapped between my teeth
And truths pawed through by bruising fingertips—
But it’s best to forget. Best just to wake
And drink hot tea. Perhaps I
Seeing, Feeling, ThinkingCassandra left me, all twisted metal;Seeing, Feeling, Thinking in Free Verse More Like This
a rime-rimmed touch, to shear the prints off fingers or
swell my eyes. I almost miss, these days, the way
she held my knees,
slid icicles down my throat, caressed my lungs. With careful sutures,
she has made her face
my owna stitch
for every year.
Listen: the sea returned our footprints once, back when the sun was gray.
In a dream, I wander; in a lightless day,
ailing. Her sickness rattles my bones. Many years ago she'd
thrust herself into my pulse like shrapnel, and with every
gentle twist and slow evisceration, every day I'd choke
and forget, she
And I waited for rain. Hush, I am
invalid, she said, and her hairline whispers crack my mirror like
cobwebs. I touch my splintered lips and think of seatbelts
and how many times you've seen her cry.
Dear, you've never believed in my refraction. Like some tapeworm
she's burrowed herself, laddered between my highest vertebrae. True,
yes. But you've not noticed when I retch her up, and do yo
A Cup for ElijahThe paled and ancient yellow linen is perfectly smooth, linelessstill warmed from the iron and the shaking care of her withered fingers. Ilsa smoothes down the fold and tucks the napkin gently under her fork, and then she shuffles off to check the oven and her lasagna.A Cup for Elijah in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Outside, the rain is settling over pavement and window in fine and downy curtains. The clatter it makes on her roof is a welcome sound. She smiles to herself. It will be good for her tomatoes. It's been so long since they had a good soak.
Hot pads, there they are. She pulls open the creaking oven door and lifts out the glass dish. It's from a box, this one. Heat and eat. She doesn't cook much these days. Too much work, and walking down to the fire station to bring her leftovers to the boys isn't as easy as it used to be. Her joints act up sometimes. Making such forays into an occasional thing was the better choice.
The lasagna is steaming and in the microwave her frozen peas have defrosted and bleep at her impatien
Oisinii.Oisin in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday, the fog rose
and it beaded condensation on my steering wheel. I
shifted numbed fingers, peered. A morning breaking,
keeping me. Dawn settles on my bones these days;
the feel is like grit beneath my eyes. Sleepless,
sleepwalk. My chest is heavy. I lend myself to grace,
I know these roads.
A stag was standing in my marsh.
I lingered to watch him, we watched each other,
frost circles curling from nostrils, my thready pulse perhaps too loud.
I counted, six points. My hands were trembling
and he held himself;
he held his ground, held those stiff and sleek-slick muscles to quiver. Waiting, birdsong.
I could keep him from his water.
He could keep me from my day.
I broke and turned to drive.
Yesterday, the night fell
in soft grayed curtains, a downy sort of mist over these hills. I
shifted numbed fingers over the keys. The screen was flickering like the
candle in the corner, something
dripping from the wick. A smoky drag dug in my chest, husky fatigue.
i wish i could saylike a wet and beaded trickle of sap across my wrist: that's how I found outi wish i could say in Free Verse More Like This
that your child died, and I've never known you. photo by photo and
lines and poems, with every flick of a phrase my breath was stuttering, I'd seen it
before, I just hadn't know it was you and i'm sorry because your baby
my skin began to sting, my face. I wanted to pound my fists against the screen. I don't know
you but I love you, what happened, what happened, did she die before she woke
I don't want to hear her screaming.
and not younot younot your tears and saliva and the tacky blood under your nails, clawing out
your hair, thrashing, being held,
the keening wails breaking hollow like the tide on shores of linoleum flooring that smells like plastic
and dust and mildew, curling edges.
when you husband cried, were you silent to his soft shudders? it's funny how grief dulls the senses,
but I am a stranger and angry and it hurts, I want to take your hand. it's not fair.
months ago I saw the c
Andra and the Plague DoctorThe air was wet and heavy and it stuck in her throat; she thought of the smell of rotting gardens and coughed until scarlet blood hung from her lips and stained the moss beneath her cheek. She couldn't groan, couldn't even voice the pain. And her body was too dry for crying. All Andra could do was lay crumpled, her very self fighting her with the sickness that tore through her insides like a lash, the last vestiges of her strength being fed to her twitching limbs for shaking and spasming.Andra and the Plague Doctor in Short Stories More Like This
There were ants crawling over her fingertips. Flies at her mouth, the corners of her eyes. She shifted her head, weakly, desperate to drive them off while she still had life in her, but the creatures were impatient. They swarmed back again. It wouldn't be long, now.
Andra thought of her mother, who wept as she pushed her out the door. Her father, gray and still on the bed and set to be burned. Master Thomas was dead in his home. Father Calton, huddled in his church and praying for mercy. The bells wer
Ligatures[see comments below for timeline information.]Ligatures in Short Stories More Like This
Hal knew there was trouble before he'd come within ten yards of it. After all, garish flickering lights and shouts spilling out of pub windows an hour before closing generally didn't bode well, in his mind.
The Knight heaved a little sigh and kept walking, footsteps crunching on the worn gravel path as he wound his way closer. Here he was, spending a rare sanctioned leave doing this, when taking a nice, restful sleep in a bed away from the fortress was really all he wanted from it
Ah, well. Buckling down a dark and weary grumble, he sprang up the three little steps, then reached out to haul open the door.
Instant chaos met his senses, the yelling and swearing and stomping of feet that could only indicate a nasty brawl. Blinking hard against the flare of torchlight, Hal shut the door behind himself, breathing in the fumes of smoke and sweat and stale bodies and alcohol, surveying the scene.
"C'mon, y'blasted coward, c'mon!
Niamhiii.Niamh in Free Verse More Like This
There was a wall theretile, plaster, sidingI was sitting in the bathtub with my knees at my chest and I
was watching water from the tap
Drip, spit onto my high-tops, the color of apple-candy and a receptionist's nails. There
was a wall there, with my ear pressed to it
The way the chainsaws and their thrashing noises hollered, the menlike they were bellowing at
me, through this wall between us, such a thin and paper thing. They were cutting down our tree.
(later, we counted its rings. maybe one-hundred-and-ten? The axis
is so huge and dark and soft like a rancid peach, surface layers sliding, slime)
With pauses came a dreadful silence, a stuttered breath
and the ground would shiver and bruise as another goliath limb
I couldn't cry, but I'd watch the water pooling
and the stripes of light along the floor.
There was blood on the leg of my jeans.
"rotten to the core"
is a cliché I think the world largely needs to forget;
Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spät, da klopft es leise,Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.
„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,
Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“
„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,
Wo auch im Bett ich könnte liegen?“
„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,
So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“
So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,
Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,
Ließen dann den Ring reinplumpsen
Hörten laut des Berges Rumsen,
Danach, sie flogen wieder heim,
Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
Das MensaessenDas Mensaessen Tag für Tag,Das Mensaessen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ein Masochist, wer das gern mag.
Und dennoch drängen sich die Massen
An diesem Ort zum Essenfassen.
Ich reih mich in die Schlange ein,
So schlimm kann einmal doch nicht sein.
Das Menü eins, das klingt doch nett,
Ein „Schnitzel light“, fast ohne Fett.
Ich hole mir den Mittagsschmaus,
Er sieht ein wenig seltsam aus.
Die gelbe Pampe ist wohl Mais,
und das daneben war mal Reis.
Es wirkt schon etwas widerlich,
Jedoch was soll‘s, denk ich für mich,
Ich will dem nicht zu viel beimessen,
So setz ich mich, fang an zu essen.
Das Schnitzel, das ist lederzart,
Es ist selbst dem Besteck zu hart.
Der Rest, der schmeckt wie vorgekaut,
Vor jedem Bissen mir nun graut.
Jedoch der Hunger treibt es rein,
Dann Übelkeit, sie stellt sich ein
Noch einmal an dem Fleisch gerochen,
und schon wird alles ausgebrochen.
Ich bin kuriert, weil ich nun weiß,
Ich ess‘ nie wieder diesen … Scheiß
Der geile BockToni will Marie verführen,Der geile Bock in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will die jungen Brüste spüren,
Faselt so von ew’ger Liebe,
Meint jedoch nur seine Triebe.
Tja, er tut, als sei er nett,
kriegt sie dennoch nicht ins Bett,
Gibt nicht auf, doch kommt nicht weiter,
Fensterlt so mit langer Leiter.
Hofhund Nero weggelockt,
Leiter ganz schnell aufgebockt,
Doch das Fenster dann verwechselt,
Wird er böse gar zerhexelt,
Als er in das Zimmer hüpft,
Und ins Bett des Bruders schlüpft.
Nichts wie weg, doch ungeniert,
Nero ihn durch Biss kastriert.
Daher hör‘, wer jung an Lenzen,
Geilheit hat meist Konsequenzen.
Liebe macht blindEdward heiß ich, bin Vampir,Liebe macht blind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fledermaus und wildes Tier.
Dennoch schenkte sie mir Liebe,
Traute mir, trotz meiner Triebe.
Ohne Hirn und ohne Sinn
Gab sie sich mir gänzlich hin.
Tja, so hab‘ ich sie gebissen,
Venen blutig aufgerissen.
Jämmerlich ist sie verreckt,
Immerhin, sie hat geschmeckt.
TutziputzAlle Helden töten Drachen,Tutziputz in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Da ham' die Viecher nichts zu lachen.
Denn gegen einen echten Helden
Hat kaum ein Drache was zu melden.
Nur Tutziputz, der war voll Tücke,
Held um Held riss er in Stücke.
Folglich gab's ein Mordsgetöse,
Dabei war Tutzi gar nicht böse.
Doch alle Helden, dumm wie Brot,
Jagten nur ihn... und war'n bald tot.
Dann war'n die Helden ausradiert,
Die Menschheit somit angeschmiert.
Nun ungestört könn' böse Drachen
Aus Menschen kleine Häppchen machen.
So lerne Du aus diesen Strophen,
Mut ohne Hirn schafft Katastrophen.
Ein kleines TierraetselIn diesem Rätsel suchet IhrEin kleines Tierraetsel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ein knuffig kleines Nagetier.
Das Fell ist rötlich und voll Glanz,
Und buschig lang der Wuschelschwanz.
Es klettert schnell, doch ohne Hast,
Dann springt es weit von Ast zu Ast.
Die Eichel ist wie auch die Nuss
Des Tierchens größter Hochgenuss,
Im Herbst dann hüpft es äußerst munter,
Versteckt die Nahrung für den Winter.
Das Tierchen ist jedoch nicht klug
Vergisst, wo es die Nuss vergrub
Verloren hopst es nun umher,
Und findet das Versteck nicht mehr.
Stattdessen dann ins Vogelhaus,
Es hüpft hinein, der Schwanz guckt raus.
Und wenn es dann gefressen hat,
Schläft es Im winter rund und satt.
RuhrpottEs war recht früh für ein Abendessen, aber nach diesem langen Tag hatten wir beide Hunger. Wir suchten uns einen schönen Tisch in einem ruhigen Eck, stellten die schweren Einkaufstüten auf die Bank gegenüber und machten es uns bequem. Es war mein Lieblingsrestaurant, sehr qualitätsbewusst und geschmacklich absolut einmalig in der ganzen Stadt. Aber ich wusste, dass es dennoch nichts für Daniela war.Ruhrpott in Short Stories More Like This
Das begann schon bei der Einrichtung und dem Design. Ich mochte ja diesen postmodernen Stil, in dem sich nicht nur der distinguierte Anzugträger, sondern auch der gemeine und gelegentlich sogar recht simpel gestrickte Mensch aus der umliegenden Nachbarschaft wohlfühlen sollte. Eine tiefschwarze Rabenfeder stand in einer kleinen Vase auf dem Tisch. Eine einfache, aber nette Idee. Daniela jedoch, mit ihrer Vorliebe für Kerzenscheinromantik, hätte ich heute Abend eigentlich lieber woanders hin ausgeführt. Es sollte doch ihr Tag sein.
Buchrezension: Bittersuesses VermaechtnisName des Autors: C. R. ForsterBuchrezension: Bittersuesses Vermaechtnis in Historical More Like This
Titel des Buches: Bittersüßes Vermächtnis
Verlag: Butze Verlag
Irland des frühen 19. Jahrhunderts: Die junge und lebenshungrige Adlige Rhona McLeod wird von ihren Eltern beim Liebesspiel mit ihrer Zofe Sofie überrascht.
Besonders hart trifft es daraufhin die unglückliche Bedienstete, die hochkant aus dem Haushalt der Mc Leods geworfen wird. Ohne Chance, jemals wieder eine ehrbare Anstellung zu erhalten, hat sie keine Wahl, als sich in die Abhängigkeit ihres einzigen noch lebenden Verwandten zu begeben. Dieser jedoch verfolgt ein finsteres Intrigenspiel.
Rhona hingegen wird zur Umerziehung in den Haushalt ihres Onkels, eines Pastors, verbannt. Aber anstatt dort zu Anstand und Moral zurückzufinden, lernt sie die ebenso weltgewandte wie auch geheimnisvolle Countess O’Callahan kennen. Doch dann erfährt sie, wen ihre Eltern
Overlordian Cultures and Military ForcesRegion Demographics, Culture and Armed Forces.Overlordian Cultures and Military Forces in Settings More Like This
Shown from highest to lowest population and agricultural value.
Sovereignty: Imperial Monarchy - Second Dynasty
Racial Population: Humans (5.600.000)
Capital City: Arcadiopolis - Population: 97.000 (citizens), 44.000 (slaves)
Important Cities: Deltiopolis (Naval & Harbour City), Vendenis (Trade hub), Rosapolis, Tarentum, Paxus, Capena, Primopolis, Corneli, Olisipo, Florianum, Juvano, Castra Major, Vaeria.
Cultural Notes: The peoples of the Heartlands and by extension the Empire, are a refined and ambitious people, priding themselves on their culture and achievements. The society revolves around prestige and connections. The imperials takes great pride in their ancestry and the illustriousness of their family. It is said that the worth of anyone in the Empire can be measured by a combination of his or her lineage, position and connections. Influence is often
Day off in the Dark Tower - Part 1Day off in the Dark Tower - Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Day off in the Dark Tower – Part 1
Universe: Overlord (Taking place between the death of the old Overlord and the journey into the Infernal Abyss)
The Overlord sat up slowly. He removed the silken fabric that had covered him while he slept with surprisingly gentle movements for an individual whose arms were more used to wielding weapons of murder and destruction than soft cloth. The scattered subdued light that came in through the prism-like stained glass windows of the bedchamber fell upon his eerie form. However, it hardly seemed to cast anything but deeper shadows as if it could not properly illuminate him.
Very few individuals ever saw him without his armour and the sight would have been a bewildering one for many, but not a less intimidating one my any means. Even unarmoured he was an imposing figure. Perhaps even more so since there was no hope that something more benign might lie beneath the menacing exterior of his
Nefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 3Nefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Chapter 3 – Within Halls of Light
After the encounter with the elves it was not long before the forces of darkness started noticing that the savage nature of the jungle around them was slowly beginning to give way for the magical influence of the City of Light.
It proved to be a relatively simple matter to reach Orntal itself after entering the zone where light magic began taking strong roots.
The closer they got to the city itself, the more easily traversable the terrain became, and they made better speed than they had done during any of the previous days.
They encountered only a few elves. They managed to avoid the larger groups and the greens took care of the smaller ones. The browns would subsequently bury the dead, so that the group did not leave obvious signs of their presence in their wake.
The fairies proved to be a more annoying obstacle. Luckily, a combination of Pyre’s and
Nefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 4Title: Chapter 4 - UltimatumNefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sitting in the complex weave of leaves and branches that made up the ceiling of the elven audience hall, Tot the Dauntless looked down in righteous contempt at the monsters collected below him.
With his valiant and exemplary warrior-fellowship at his side the courageous, not to mention extremely handsome, heroic and gallant, gnome deliberated how best to deal with those foul and unwholesome creatures.
The slow-witted elves had let themselves be charmed into compliance by the silver tongue and dark mind-manipulating magicks of the metal-clad hell-spawn leader.
“Squeak, squeak squeakie squeak” Lil said in righteous anger and Tot nodded to her in grave assent. It was true; the elves had no idea about the terrible danger facing them. If the monstrous minions were not stopped before they could sink their vile claws into Orntal’s tender innards then their despicable corruption would soon take hold like a cancerou
Initiation - Part 1-3 of 7Title: InitiationInitiation - Part 1-3 of 7 in Short Stories More Like This
Parts: One-Three of seven.
"There are many kinds of tales. Some tragic and some uplifting; some humorous and some dramatic; some light and good, some dark and evil. These can take many forms, a short telling that will last only the time the sand of a single hour takes to trickle by, or greater stories spanning many a night to tell or many a year to experience.
These stories need not follow the same pattern, but most of us will have become accustomed to going through a journey that ends in the conclusion and starts at the beginning.
But, every so often the beginning of a tale springs from the ending of another previous one, and only by reciting that one first can we truly understand the one we really want to hear.
Just as often this earlier tale will draw treads back from even earlier stories yet, in a weave of storytelling stretching back as far as we can trace them.
But such a grand web of tales and stories will frequently o
Dark Love in Bloom - Part 3Dark Love in Bloom - Part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Dark Love in Bloom - Part 3
It did not take long for the minions and their energetic horde leader to turn the throne room into a ball room of celebration.
The Overlord would not have allowed such a thing under normal circumstances, but he was in a mood tonight that permitted certain... revelries to be had in the Tower.
Fay looked out across the chamber in mild interest. Currently a play battle of more-than-a-bit-tipsy minions was unfolding in the centre of the room between Jinx, Kniff and Sin against Cyst, Canis, Maaka, Ziz, and Azi. Most of the rest of the minions that had not already returned to the barracks were either making bets amongst themselves or just enjoying the spectacle while getting something to drink.
Not being particularly inclined for that kind of activities, Fay decided to retire to the Private Quarters.
She walked over to Tailon, who was already deeply engaged in conversation with Gnarl about the plans for future conquests now
Nefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 5Nefarious Diplomacy - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Chapter 5 – the Council
Most of the palace tree lay silent. The elves feared speaking louder than a whisper, afraid that their voices would attract the attention of the demons that had now come to their home.
Only one place in the massive tree was full of sounds.
Voices rang out clearly through the chamber where the most powerful elves and fairies of Orntal had gathered to hold council on the crucial decision that needed to be made.
They were in the central hall of Eshaadial, which was located at the very top of the Palace Tree, between the Throne Room and the canopy.
Eshaadial was one of the oldest temples within the city of Orntal. Only the Shrine of the Mother Goddess itself, at the very heart of the city, was older still.
Legends held that when the ancient elves first planted the palace tree Yggdrasiv on top of their holy shrine, Eshaadial, or the Temple of Eternal Wisdom as it was also known, was the very first structure to be built wi
Initiation - Part 4-5 of 7Title: InitiationInitiation - Part 4-5 of 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Parts: Four-five of seven.
The traveller walked up the half-hidden stone staircase at a slow pace, careful not to slip or misstep on the stone steps.
While it was hardly Ruboria or Evernight, the wilderness of the northern Greenvale was a rough and unforgiving terrain at the best of times, filled with wolves, bandits, monstrous beetles and similar hostile denizens.
But travelling through the Boreia mountains, which ran along the edge of the map all the way from the southern Greenvale to the western Nordberg, had been particularly daunting.
The winds coming down from the snow-covered peaks tore through clothes like razors and chilled to the bone. And the mountains themselves were infamous for being particularly treacherous and dangerous to move through, filled with loose and slippery half-roads, sheer drops and jagged cliff-faces.
The traveller was not aware of anyone having ever actually passed beyond the Boreia mountains and re