Shadow's Embrace - PrologueDedicated to Clunch, my buddy and co-writer. Thank you for showing me it didn't have to be goodbye.Shadow's Embrace - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue – A New Cycle
Blue eyes shut tightly, and then widened.
And the forest was startled by the first shrill cries of a newborn, white-haired baby.
Amidst the blue shadows of Evernight, queen Fay of the elves stared at her newborn child. “No,” she whispered. “Mother Goddess, I can’t let this happen.”
And as the cries of the child changed tone, she went to work. The shadows deepened.
Once upon a time, there was... an ending.
And the Minions were fleas on the best dog they could wish for, maggots with the tastiest carcass, pimples on the most outspoken face. For years and years they took everything they wanted, pushed their borders back to all compass directions, enclosed the realms of men further and further. The age of the Minion Mistress was a golden age for the Netherworld, and Jinx’ kind enjoyed it to the fullest. The peoples
Mother of Evil - ProloguePrologue After the FallMother of Evil - Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Evil always finds a way."
She could still hear the grey-skinned advisor´s words, here and now, two days after it had happened, high up in the private quarters. Words spoken to give her hope, to comfort her, to make her believe it could still be undone.
Rose, Tower Mistress, thoughtlessly caressed her slightly bulging stomach. A single tear crept across her cheek. "Not this time," she muttered. "Not this time, love."
She didn´t believe it anymore. They could tell her often enough, she didn´t believe it anymore.
He would never find a way. Vessperion, her one love, would never return to the world he´d conquered with such pain and effort. He had been torn away from her, trapped in the Infernal Abyss from where there was no escape now the last Tower Gate had been destroyed. The former Overlord, her soul mate, was no longer in this world and would never return to it either.
She had no sorrow left.
Who´d ever thought Quilt would
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 23 P2In the meantime Sayron used the massive weight of his mount to free a path to the shores of the lake. From the ground it was an imposing view; the murky water outstretched to all sides, but was largely obscured by hundreds of mangrove root systems. The treetops above the water cast ominous shadows across the surface.The Minion Mistress - Chapter 23 P2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Above it all rose Fay´s tree palace. From here, that massive crown overshadowed everything. Paths and stairs ran along the trunk, and smaller homes had been embedded in it. In the shadow of the highest branches golden lights zipped around like fireflies.
Ruau rammed his way through the last elven army, determined to reach the bridge. Two dryads swept their vines towards him, but he gave a tug with his head as soon as they wrapped themselves around his horns, so they lost their balance and were helplessly dragged to Sayron. The Overlord decapitated the first, and ripped open the second, from her neck to the roots. White sap burst from their bodies and splattered on hi
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 18Chapter 18 A New OrderThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was colder than she remembered.
By now, autumn had fallen in Nordberg and the few brave green leaves the trees had brought forth coloured red, as red as the setting sun.
That happened to be Jinx´ favorite colour.
The horde leader stuffed the bottom of her trousers into her sturdy boots for some extra warmth. She was glad she´d taken some of her old seal fur, too. Now, she looked out over Nordberg´s city walls, and for a moment she seemed to be that inexperienced girl again, just woken up inside a wolf burrow and accompanied by a banished brown Minion.
Next to her, Kniff was grinning so wide the top of his head almost slid off.
The town was strangely beautiful in the last light of day.
It'll soon be red once more. Jinx smiled, her arms folded. The Imperial sword hung from her belt and around her shoulders her ropes had been curled up tightly. Around her, the horde stirred nervously, almost unable to wait until Sayron gave the
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 5Chapter 5 Into the UnknownThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 5 in Fantasy More Like This
As Jinx descended to the smooth throne room floor she immediately ran over to Gnarl, a stream of swearing flowing from her mouth. "You! You wouldn´t defend me, would you! Now they´re off to that island and I´m left here and they´ll have all kinds of adventures "
Gnarl groaned and gripped his ears tightly. Only then did Jinx realize there was someone else yelling at him as well.
On the other side of the throne, Kelda was standing, and her green eyes nearly glowed with fury.
"You let him sail away! Without giving him so much as five minutes to attend me to it! One night - one night, Gnarl! And now he's gone for the gods know how long "
Gnarl silently pulled his ears behind his head and tied them together. Then he turned around and disappeared down a corridor, to descend from there to the lower levels of the Tower. Kelda stared after him for a moment, the utmost surprise merged with her fury. Then she looked at Jinx. Jinx looked ba
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 7Chapter 7 ShipwreckedThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blue energy flamed from Jinx´ eyes. She slowly sunk to her knees, her arms hanging limp and her face raised to Sayron.
Next to the Overlord, Kniff bit his fingers, hard. He felt torn. The need to help Jinx was almost as strong as the urge to obey Sayron.
Jinx closed her eyes. Kniff knew that, when she would open them again, she would no longer be the one he´d known.
And he was right.
As Jinx opened her eyes it seemed as though the magic was still streaming out. They were bright blue and lacked pupils. It were two spheres of pure blue light.
"No, my Lord," she spoke with a voice not at all like the one she was supposed to speak with.
Sayron froze. In the Tower, Gnarl did the same. The advisor bent over the mist pool so low he almost fell into it, but at that moment the pool went black. However, he was able to make out two pinpricks of yellow.
Jinx stood up and looked Sayron in the eye. "You can´t dominate me." Her eyes were still glowing as bright as
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 24 P2The cries of the giant bat were almost music to Jinx´ ears.The Minion Mistress - Chapter 24 P2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She lay flat on the back of her mount, buckled in place on the new, improved saddle, with Kniff behind her and the crossbow clasped in her hands. She aimed past Zephyros´ head with it as his wings dragged her away from the ground on a crazy thermal, higher and higher above the land. They flung themselves up and to the east, away from the sea and towards the distant mountains.
An entire day without Sayron in the Tower, Jinx cheered mentally. There's only one way to spend this day! "Bank, Zeph! To the left!"
The bat folded his outer wing fingers and lowered the resistance of the air as he did so. He threw his body to the left, and then spread his right wing for a little more thrust. They swung away in the blink of an eye, and Jinx could almost feel how they´d dodged an imaginary catapult boulder this way. "To the right!" Her stomach shot into her throat as Zephyros obeyed her immediately. She clutche
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 3Chapter 3 A fiery MidwinterThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 3 in Fantasy More Like This
The next morning dawned cold, shivery and way too early. When Jinx opened her eyes Kniff was already gone from the burrow, just like the previous day. There was an advantage attached to it; the thick blanket of snow that had covered the entrance during the night was already broken.
She crawled outside, but he was nowhere to be seen. His clawed footprints were still visible and they led into the woods, so she presumed he was out hunting. She stayed there, blowing on her hands for a moment, but then her gaze fell upon a couple of white bunnies beneath the trees some feet away.
She licked her lips, grinned and slowly drew her knife.
When Kniff got back with some birds and other small animals hed caught, he found Jinx sitting next to a fully prepared meal. She even managed to find enough unfrozen wood to make a small fire, so this time their meat didnt have to be raw.
The Minion threw his kills in the snow next to the fire and chuckled
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The way down was easier. For Kniff. The brown Minion slid his way down the stairs for most of the way, while Jinx followed in a much slower pace but running and tripping when she realized how far she was behind on him.
Still, when she got down she wasn´t as out of breath as after she´d gotten up in the private quarters. However she did gasp for breath as soon as she got back into the throne room. This time it was of surprise.
When both her feet were on the black marble, the entire hall exploded before her eyes a soundless explosion of blue light. Pure bolts of azure magic played along every surface, and the girl and Minion Kniff´s ears and the jagged edge of his knife, Jinx´ hair and clothes. Then, just as suddenly as it´d started, it was over. But something had changed, down in the great hall.
There, directly beneath the portal and in a wide circle of Minions, was the armoured man Jinx had seen earlier in t
The Minion Mistress - Chapter 24 P1Chapter 24 Last RespiteThe Minion Mistress - Chapter 24 P1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Seas of sand outstretched into every direction.
Light shoes barely sunk away in it, but the Ruborian knew this could change at any moment. He´d ventured far from the mountains, rocky plateaus and every other form of solid ground, and this was dangerous terrain. Fortunately, that was what he was after.
An endless, parchment-white sky spanned above him. Every trace of moisture had vanished from the bone-dry air. There was no life in sight.
At least, not above ground.
A tremor coursed through the sand. The light footsteps filled up.
The Ruborian briefly held still, but as the tremor created a huge depression where he was standing, he jumped back with lightning speed and raised his hands in defense.
With a deafening roar, a dark, living pillar rose from the sand, completely armoured in bone-tough, impermeable plates. The head was eyeless, but bore rows and rows of teeth in a circular mouth. The creature slightly bent over, as if it was searching for th
Promise of the SuccubusI’m the type of demon,Promise of the Succubus in Free Verse More Like This
That despises torture,
Because I cherish bliss,
The type that seeks not to stab,
Your heart with a knife,
But to wound it with a kiss,
Trust your lust,
Come forward into the shelter of my wings,
So that I may subject your body,
To marvelous things,
Give your soul to me,
And I promise to give it pure ecstasy,
My mind knows naught the meaning,
Of the unsavory word agony,
I am a demon that prefers to lick,
Instead of bite,
Let your flesh and spirit tingle with delight….
Hall of the CannibalsCome with me,Hall of the Cannibals in Free Verse More Like This
And you shall find,
Much to drink,
And a place to dine,
But before you enter,
You should know,
That in the Hall of Cannibals,
We prefer blood instead of wine,
Sauced muscles and salted eyes,
Are a favorite dish of mine,
No, don’t leave!
I insist you come,
And stay at least until dinner is done,
Because you stand before me,
As a broken bum,
Your flesh is a sack,
And your bones live in it,
You know what they say,
Beggars can’t be choosers,
And the last ones there are certainly the losers,
Eat the flesh and drink the blood,
Discard your foolish morality,
And stay until supper is done!
Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,Ode to the Siren in Free Verse More Like This
Like iron cast into the forge,
Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,
Even though I know,
That she only seeks to gorge,
Upon my flesh,
Staring up into her eyes,
I know that smarter guys would despise,
My utter weakness to her spell,
Gnawing my neck down to the bone,
I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell,
But it is as if my legs are cast in stone,
I do not flee even though I see,
Imminent doom approaching,
As the reapers come for me,
Isn’t it tragic,
How I have fallen victim to her magic?
----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked
within the harbor of Port Dag, the Kingdom of Nebo’s
only port city.
Bathed in Foul WaterLast night,Bathed in Foul Water in Free Verse More Like This
I entered a realm of cool moonlight,
And benevolent stars that were so bright,
Before me waited a large fountain,
Filled with clear blue water,
Much to my delight,
The pool glinted like sparkling sapphires,
And in the center resided the statue of an angel,
Enamored by her otherworldly beauty I dove into her tears,
And was horrified when the water,
Seemed to rake my skin like shears,
Immediately I retreated,
From the fountain’s chilling embrace,
And was horrified to see,
That the angel had changed into a dark goddess,
That was now staring down at me,
I awoke from the nightmare soon after,
Now fully comprehending the severity of the disaster,
My once lovely skin has been eaten away,
All the way down to the bone,
Because I bathed in the foul water,
That ringed the dark goddess’s throne….
What Stirs Beneath the GoldWoe to thee,What Stirs Beneath the Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Who are ill-fortunate enough to behold,
The true malevolence,
That stirs beneath the precious shells,
Of my father’s gorgeous statues of gold,
Surveying the halls,
Your naïve eyes only see,
Warriors, Vixens, and Adventurers,
Posing before opaque stone walls,
But delve deeper into perception,
And you shall find,
Foreign soldiers, Whores, and Thieves,
Brooding wicked things,
Beneath glittering prisons of gold,
That have enslaved our enemies,
Eternally within this stronghold…
Ode to the VampireBeneath the twilight of eclipse,Ode to the Vampire in Free Verse More Like This
Fifty men entered the fortress,
During the drought,
Forty-nine never returned,
And one came out,
Heavily scarred was his face,
For it had been burned,
Before the fear of sunlight had been learned,
Strong was the rain,
Morphing dust into mud,
As the man stood there,
Letting the water wash away the blood,
Of the other forty-nine men,
Who were now lifeless corpses,
Resting within the deep of the keep,
A broken moon watched,
As the man dropped his hood,
And a lone bat fluttered away ,
From the point where a man once stood...
----Ode to the Vampire
Old Hag SyndromeWhy must the demonsOld Hag Syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
approach me in the night?
Coming to my bed
in the absence of light?
Why must the faces on the walls
appear in the night?
Screaming in the darkness
much to my fright?
I wonder from my misery
do they gain delight?
Why must the pale crone
watch me every night?
If I touched her black hound
would it bite?
Am forever to be at the mercy
Of the demons who come in the night?
As the day falls into darkness
and I lose my sight
these voices in my head begin arguing at the eve of night.
Please blessed saints liberate me from this plight
Stop the demons from coming tonight…..
-----Old Hag Syndrome
Talons of the CrowYou all must die,Talons of the Crow in Free Verse More Like This
So that my little black birds,
May fly high across the twilit sky,
Irrevocable doom is heralded by,
Their uncompassionate cries,
Live by the blade,
Perish by the blade,
Warriors are merely farmers,
Who reap what they sow,
Every true man of blood,
Shall one day rest beneath,
The talons of the crow…
Ode to the ZombieMy wounded soul bleeds,Ode to the Zombie in Free Verse More Like This
Because of these insidious seeds,
That have been planted
Within the very depths
Of my beating heart
My thoughts plummet and fall
From a malfunctioning brain,
I scream in intense pain
as I gaze into the mirror,
My body decays,
And I weep for former vanity,
As the infection pushes me
Closer and closer to insanity,
Eventually I turn away from the glass
To search for all the healthy people,
My hunger is fueled by hate,
I must satiate myself,
Upon the flesh and muscle of the living….
----Written by EKKnight
Certainly Not A CommonerWhat says the authorCertainly Not A Commoner in Free Verse More Like This
to the audience of common beings?
Why, I am an artist,
An inventor of magnificent things!
I am a weaver of words,
And a caster of spells,
A master of memes,
And a fisherman who casts his rod
down a sea of dreams,
I am both a creator
and destroyer of worlds,
Like the creator of me,
I am a builder of marvels,
Sculpted for all to see,
I am a warrior, outlaw, and explorer,
For everything is possible
within the realm of fantasy,
I am a dreamer, believer, and schemer,
Physician, magician, and musician,
Philosopher and astronomer,
But certainly not a commoner…..
First ContactsIt's the early 24th century, and it's an exciting and somewhat disturbing time for humanity. It has only been a few decades since the development of the new "overdrive", which allows ships to travel at the equivalent of thousands of times the speed of light, superseded the old Lawlor Drive with its practical limit of about thirty times light speed. Humanity is exploding in all directions out of the confines of "civilized space", a roughly ovoid blob of the galaxy some 400 light-years across (although some far-flung colonies lie as much as a hundred light years beyond) containing several thousand populated solar systems.First Contacts in Settings More Like This
It is an exciting time, if a somewhat uncertain one. Humanity is at the same time spreading itself extremely thin some new colonies have been established as much as several thousand light-years from Earth and growing closer together. An interstellar government has never been practical with even the Earth-Centauri run taking over seven weeks and electronic
And now HG WellsOk, HG Wells, "The War of the Worlds" and "First Men in the Moon", with just a smidgen of "A Story of the Days to Come."And now HG Wells in Settings More Like This
The first Martian invasion of 1898 was disruptive enough. The destruction of the world's financial center and a massive drop in British investment abroad led to a nasty financial panic, a world-wide slump, revolutions in Latin America, and the May Revolution in which the Czar was forced to cede more power to the Duma than OTL 1905. It led to revolts in various British colonies, invasion panics in three dozen countries, two new religions, and an enormous increase in the purchase of telescopes. It also resulted in a serious effort to create a truly Federal Empire, since Great Britain on its own would be unable to afford its commitments for some while, along with the dumping of some of the more unprofitable bits. It prevented the coming of a general European war, since Kaiser William would declare himself the champion of anti-Martian preparedness and push hard for joint
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 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
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
Northwest Smith's worldOK, another old-style SF one: the world of CL Moore’s “Northwest Smith.”Northwest Smith's world in Settings More Like This
One of the mottoes of the Space Patrol is “Three Planets, One Law”, but under private questioning they will shamefacedly admit to a variety of local exceptions and variances that would give headaches to a student of the Holy Roman Empire’s political arrangements.
They call it “The Three Planets” as is it was a unified political entity, but it’s hardly that: even the individual planets are fragmented, the Venusian “Emperor” ruling less than a third of the hot planet, the rest being divided into a multitude of kingdoms and empires and republics and barbarian tribal groupings on the Fever Coast of the Hot Continent, and Earth into five Great Powers and a scattering of great-power toadies and Nervous Neutrals. Mars is theoretically under the rule of one dynasty, as it has been since long before the first stone was laid at Jericho, but the Emperor’
Kinder, Gentler Zombie WorldIn this world the solar system moved in 1992 into a curious cloud of greenish radiation unknown to science, only barely visible through reflection from the dark side of the Moon. It took a decade for the solar system to pass through the relatively small region suffused with the strange energy. Scientific study of the green glow (which seemed to have properties somewhere between those of particles and waves) would eventually revolutionize quantum mechanics and the understanding of the Multiverse, but at the time the effects of the green radiation were much more on people's minds. Principally, it's tendency to raise the dead.Kinder, Gentler Zombie World in Settings More Like This
Affecting everything with a nervous system above a certain level of development, the radiation caused reanimation as long as the brain was not entirely decayed and was not shielded by over fifty feet of solid rock. Reanimated were most birds, mammals…and more troublingly, human beings.
It might have been less complicated if the zombies were all shambling, drooling m
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
After StrangeloveIn a tunnel under a mountain in the Urals, a number of power drills and other tools lie scattered where they were abandoned by despairing workers, who had only managed to work halfway through the twenty feet of rebar-strengthened concrete that protected from traitors and spies the "off" switch only meant to be used after the final collapse of Capitalism.After Strangelove in Settings More Like This
Both sides had cover stories, of course.
The Soviets claimed it was a US attack, and invaded Western Europe, mostly to keep all but the most insanely loyal far away from the leadership while they scrambled to furnish underground space to wait out the radiation. The US claimed that the Soviets had poisoned their country by Meddling With Forces Man Was Not Meant to Know, and were now trying to conquer new living space. Both sides surrep
Orwell's 2010George Owell's 2010Orwell's 2010 in Settings More Like This
It's now 26 years after 1984, and the Inner Parties struggle with various problematic issues. The increase in stormy weather, rising temperatures and melting icecaps has come to the notice of people in positions of power, and they are Not Pleased to say the least about the correlation between CO2 production and rising temperatures that the State's small number of weather scientists have suggested. Due to backward computer tech, the modeling is still primitive, and many in the Inner Party prefer to think it's a natural phenomenon. AIDS is becoming a major health problem, but the Party is reluctant to announce a major failure and thus is pushing pro-condom propaganda hard without telling people exactly why, and increasing state violence against the "promiscuous." People seem to be increasingly skilled at hacking the state spy-camera system to conceal their activities, and the inhabitants of the "disputed areas" seem to be increasingly turning to bizarre, apocalyptic r
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 - 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
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 14Chapter 14: A New NurseNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Maiala lay still and quiet in the deep shadows of the ravine while she watched the men pass. If they saw her, they'd beat her.
She might have been a useful extra set of hands, but lately as the wasteland expanded and the great river's poison ate more of the ocean's harvest she'd become more of a burden. A skinny girl slave wasn't as useful as a sturdy boy, and the other use for girls well, if it was that or food even the most lustful man would choose food.
If there'd been anywhere she could go, Maiala would have run. The Ruborian Desert was as secure a cage as anything physical, and the waste was worse. Villages like Cliffsedge were few and rare: there weren't many rivers, and most of them were poisoned by the waste.
Why her mother had dumped her here Well, that was easy enough. Cliffsedge was the closest Ruborian village to what was left of Evernight Forest, making it the obvious place for a dying, half-mad elf woman to leave her unwante
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 11Chapter 11: Deep TroubleNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gnarl blinked when Master Thorn returned to the throne room. He'd expected the Master to take his time with the traitor.
"You've notified them all?" the Master asked without preamble. Within moments of him dropping into his throne the fingers of his left hand tapped restlessly on the stone arm.
"Yes, Sire. Every port has your orders." Apparently his time in the dungeons hadn't been sufficient to work off his temper: that meant Gnarl would need to tread carefully. He was accustomed to soothing ruffled Overlordly tempers, but never before after something he considered a failure.
The simple truth was that Gnarl couldn't remember ever having failed his Overlord this catastrophically, and he had no idea what he should do.
Master Thorn nodded. "Good." He beckoned.
Gnarl sighed under his breath and obeyed the silent command.
"Explain." That single word was accompanied by a fierce glare.
Gnarl's ears drooped. "Apologies, Sire." This was definitely a time when st
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 12Chapter 12: PlanningNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thorn returned to his throne room only after venting his rage on another prisoner, one of those sent to the Netherworld for execution when the Overlord so desired. He needed to be able to think clearly, something that was difficult at best when he was overwhelmed by the need to kill.
He really did need Gnarl intact and undamaged, unfortunately. The old Minion Master was the only creature in the Tower who knew how everything worked a weakness he couldn't permit. It had cost him too much already.
Gnarl looked startled although this was hardly the first time Thorn had returned from the dungeons with his armor liberally spattered with blood by Thorn's appearance.
"Erm, Master? Perhaps you might wish to remove the entrails before you repair to the private quarters?"
He blinked, looked down. Perhaps he had been a little more vigorous than usual. What spattered his armor was rather more solid than he usually tracked up to the throne room.
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 8Chapter 8: Gnarl ShakenNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gnarl expected the Master to visit the forge early, but not to go directly from there to the library the official library or to be summoned to his Master's presence. Usually Master Thorn preferred to be alone in his library.
Seeing him waiting with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed did nothing for Gnarl's state of mind. "Lord?" It was odd enough Master Thorn not wearing armor. Gnarl had half expected the Master to return via the Armory wearing one of his older suits of armor.
Instead, Master Thorn wore the dark red pants and white shirt he'd worn when he returned yesterday, and a pair of sealskin slippers that had seen better days. He hadn't even tied his hair back as he usually did, so the auburn mass curled around his shoulders in a way Gnarl hadn't seen since the Master had been a boy.
Strange times, Gnarl thought. He didn't like that: strangeness was unpredictable and ruined the nice orderly advance of Evil across the world. Chaos was s
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 4Chapter 4: It's Not Over YetNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aquilonis, the northern jewel of the Glorious Empire, stood with all its gates firmly closed. Not protected by a magic nullification shield as Imperialis Gloriae had been Thorn was going to rename that city as soon as he had the rest of the Empire controlled but well enough defended that he would need to bring reinforcements in through the nearest of the new Netherworld Gates. His core horde was fine for towns and villages, but not a city of this size.
"Grubby is deploying a new Gate beyond that hill a mile back, Sire," Gnarl's voice sounded, as always, as though the old Master stood right behind him.
The first time Gnarl had done that, Thorn had damn near jumped out of his armor in shock. Now it was just... normal, the same as Gnarl picking up his surface thoughts.
Prepare reinforcements to bring through. he thought at the Minion Master. Do we have any explosives left?
That had Gnarl sputtering and shocked. Apparently he'
Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 9Chapter 9: The Overlord's Baby BoomNotes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Juno lay back on her bed, gasping. It was completely wrong that she should be left alone like this. So typical of that arrogant elf and that selfish Nordbergian peasant to both go into labor on the same day as Juno herself, and with nothing but slaves to attend her.
How dare those ridiculous little beards bother her Lord right now? They could have waited a month or two to emerge from their holes in the mountains.
Another contraction had her clutching the linen, pushing and trying not to scream because curse it, she couldn't hear them screaming and she wasn't going to give either of those bitches any reason to look down on her.
She wanted to, though. Wanted to scream and curse and send minions running to fetch her 'pretties' to calm her.
But she wanted him here more than anything else. Everything was better when he was in the Tower, and everything was wonderful when he was in the private quarters, even without the sex.
A quiet place"Quietest you've ever been was never in your head."A quiet place in Philosophical More Like This
Hidden ExpressionOne day...Hidden Expression in Free Verse More Like This
I started to feel.
And everything just poured right out.
Not much to sayI don't have much things to sayNot much to say in Editorial More Like This
Other than the things that happen in my life.
WandererMy mind wandered awayWanderer in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I began to dream of a beautiful fantasy
Out of mind
Out of place
I really don't know what's going on
DoneIt's fasterDone in Free Verse More Like This
To do it quick
The right way
Than quick the wrong way.
Don't know youMaybe if I knew you moreDon't know you in Emotional More Like This
Maybe I would've cared more
Because I Have Always Believed in YouEverything you sayBecause I Have Always Believed in You in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is the Truth.
Changed 1My heart be hard as stoneChanged 1 in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And sharp am I to the bone
Just someone who's changed
And wants to be alone
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
Forced Happiness is SadnessThey tell me to smile, but how can I?Forced Happiness is Sadness in Short Stories More Like This
How can I smile with your voice continually in my head? How can I live when you engulf me in darkness? Life isn't for forced happiness, it's for weeping and crying and feeling genuine emotion. So please, don't hold a knife to my throat during unknown times and make me 'grin and bear it'. I don't want to feel that cold metal biting into the soft flesh of my neck. I have no desire to have foreign sentiments injected into my heart.
Why do you force me to wear such startlingly bright clothes, when all I want to do is spin in green fields wearing black satin? No one should be made to disguise their sadness with colour, because the soul simply refuses to work like that. It knows what it wants so, if it wants to cry tears of nacreous silver, let it. Let yourself cry, don't make yourself laugh, trust me. It's easier.
In Heaviness We Are HappySometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.In Heaviness We Are Happy in Short Stories More Like This
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. Light hearts are lonely hearts, they've nothing to grasp onto. There is nothing to attach their insubstantial forms to reality, and so that is why some hearts are heavy. It's because they are alive.
Something You Couldn't StopSometimes when it's very dark, sometimes when the air becomes infected with deadly silence, sometimes when all I can feel is coldness and pain and sometimes when life seems to solidify into uncaring concrete, I hear your voice. Just yours, whispering into my ear.Something You Couldn't Stop in Short Stories More Like This
And you only ever say two words.
This murmur in my ear allows some light to filter in through the darkness, it shatters the silence, melts the ice, soothes away bitter pain and brings softness back into my world. Only these words are never true, they sound in my head but never in my ears. Because you aren't here anymore to speak to me. I lost you a long time ago.
Once I was crossing the road and a car came towards me. I stopped and stared at the machine, I stopped and allowed the tinny scent of pollution to fill my nostrils. It wasn't that I wanted to die, it was just I lacked the motivation to live. However in the next momen
I've Lived Too Late, Too LongBefore I die I want to feel tears of happiness on my cheeks and taste deprived laughter on my tongue. I want to have lived a strange and mysterious lie, but I hope that I've planted the truth in every child's head I've touched.I've Lived Too Late, Too Long in Short Stories More Like This
In my heart I know that I wish to experience hate and tip toe along the lines of love. There is no point in living a bland and unexciting life for that is not living at all. For my right to breathe and survive I'll have fought disease and vanquished those who would put me down. In my hand I'll hold a swatter and squash mosquitoes carrying vanity and meekness because I refuse to be infected.
In the evening I'll walk in copper fields whilst the sea laps at my feet. My mind will remain open whilst my soul curls in to protect itself. Straining, I'll listen for your voice, hoping to hear it one last time before the rot within me finally conquers my strength and determination. I need to hear your tenderness hugging tightly to w
Death's Breath On A Young Neck "Are you okay?" asked the voice from above.Death's Breath On A Young Neck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied the girl, alone and sobbing in the dark corner.
"Are you.... Are you entirely sure of that...?"
"Yes! Now go away!" she would have screamed it, but instead she choked on her tears.
But I'm not okay, the girl thought, and comforting hands on my shoulders mean nothing to me. That's why I continually shrug them off. Not because I am haughty, or proud, but simply because to me they are a waste of time.
Later that evening the girl's mother entered the room, "Hello sweetheart, how are you?"
"Alive," Came the brusque reply.
"Darling," her mother sat on the bed beside her, and took the girl's hands, "I'm worried that you're not dealing with all this."
"I'm dealing with it fine! I'm okay! To be honest, I don't give a damn! Who cares? It's gone! It's never coming back and it's never going to happen again, I'm dea
He Should've Said NoA pair of smooth, pale lips leaned towards his ear, "Come with me."He Should've Said No in Short Stories More Like This
The boy's grey eyes widened, "No."
The lips continued to speak, words burrowed like little murmuring worms into the boy's love-sick brain, "I can show you the world. You'll never know what you missed unless you come with me."
"No." But his heart was thumping.
"I can play you such sweet music."
"No." Yet, despite his refusal, the boy's feet were itching.
"Let me show you how the sunshine can glitter off sand on far-flung beaches-"
"-As the sun sets on the horizon."
"No!" the boy almost shouted.
Twitching, the lips smiled, "Are you afraid of sin, my boy, is that it?"
"Then what are you afraid of?"
The boy frowned, "I'm afraid of being burnt by the copper that I can see shining in your hair."
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
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
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.'
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
Musician -C13- GoldenrockGnarl was furious, when the Overlord had walked into the open space all contact was lost. The mist pool was black, it looked like a different evil had something against them. To make it even worse the red minion called Inferno was waking up the whole Netherworld. He danced inside the throne room, ''I did it, I did it.''Musician -C13- Goldenrock in Sci-Fi More Like This
"What! Calm yourself the Overlord is in trouble and I can't speak or find him.''
''I can find him for you,'' he replied.
''You can never run through Evernight on your own, too many dangers watching you.''
''Who said anything about running?''
Gnarl was stunned, ''How would you call it?''
''A flying thing I'll bring it here.''
He ran off leaving Gnarl behind, the only thought that came in his mind, ''Minions can't fly!''
It didn't take long before Inferno came back with his flying machine. One wheel at front, two at the back, his vehicle was like a bicycle. But the air he produced with pedaling was for going upwards. He had a extra device h
Musician -C9- Homecoming''The pickaxe must be the way out.'' He touched it slowly not wanting to get in another trap while Gnarl was looking. The pickaxe changed into a dark green orb. A third Overlord showed himself on a oaken throne. A green cape hung around his shoulders and on his left side was a rock with a massive grin drawn on it.Musician -C9- Homecoming in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''Why are you disturbing me?''
"I'm searching a way out of here.''
''Why do you need me?''
''I can't jump out of here.''
''Did you try it?''
''Uhmmm no ''
''Well you're not that smart are you?''
''Smarter than you!''
''I doubt that, I watched you when you were smashed by Vergal and Synn.''
''I didn't want to hurt them.''
''Sure, everybody says that after a beating.''
''Do you really need to be a pain in the ass?''
''A simple answer: Yes, I'm Atrej, I'm always a pain in the ass for dumbasses.''
Taigon walked towards Atrej and wanted to smash him in the face. Atrej just looked at him. He was smacked in the face but didn't move a inch.
''Is that every
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
Musician -C4-While Thud was making a beautiful pumpkin pie, a tired elf arrived at his destination. ''Dear Queen, Spree has fallen to the amphibian creatures. Everyone stationed there is dead.''Musician -C4- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What!! Why are you alive then?''
''I just arrived when the massacre had ended, I have the details from one of the farmers. He lay unconscious on the ground. When he woke up he told me what happened. The amphibians are led by a man in wooden armor. He has a magical flute with which he commands rats and sheep to dance.''
The face of the dryad became full of roses, ''So you tell me one of my dryads and five useless creatures were killed by amphibians led by a man with a flute.''
''Tirian, kill him.''
An elf jumped from behind the throne, not in clothes but in full iron armor. His face was covered by a helmet and overgrown by big thorns. His eyes where dark red with green lines running through it. He had a collar around his neck. It looked like the collar injected some kin
The balance of control7:00 in de morning, his alarmclock went off.The balance of control in Emotional More Like This
The sun just started to rise at the horizon, lighting up the landscape in beautiful colors.Peter just woke up and with a sleepy head he hit the button.
It was time for his usual routine, put on the coffee, take a shower, grab the coffee and make some bread with cheese. He was a healthy young lad working in a nothing special gym, where the same desperate people worked out every day.Peter always enjoyed his morning coffee, black, no milk and absolutely no sugar. He took a cold shower to feel more fresh and ate his bread with careful bites.
8:00, exactly the time for news he could always watch the news just before he had to go to work at 8:30 sharp. Peter never wanted to be late because he had ambition to become the manager one day.The usual things came on the news, ''War in Iraq, children drinking too much booze and more people getting overweight.Peter looked at it each day and always ended it with a smile, ''Luckily I'm not in Iraq, not a chi
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 -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&
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
RamushroomsDeep within the bowels of the earth, in an enormous cave, a gargantuan stalactite-shaped Tower stabbed down. Along one of the walls of the cave, the lights of a miniature city twinkled. And in one large patch those lights were dimmed by a mind-boggling network of vines, entwined with gleaming spider silk and toxic pink blooms.Ramushrooms in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was in this living network, just after lunch, that Ramul the green Minion was violently woken from his nap. Scythe was standing over him. “Mistress wants to see you.”
“She drunk again?” Ramul replied, slightly annoyed by the sight of his fellow Minion. He valued his naps; they allowed him a break from handling his little ones.
“Yep, and wants you to get something for her.”
Most of the time Jinx didn’t mean this and this was the booze talking, but Ramul couldn’t afford to take risks. The last time he’d disobeyed her she’d threatened to burn his sock, and he’d already felt uncomfortably naked the
Ziva- I'm not alright 11Ziva. I thought I told you to work.Ziva- I'm not alright 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ziva's head snapped up. Gibbs, you said-
Today we're ignoring Mossad. Get to work. You know the drill.
She grinned; she'd never been quite so happy to start checking out records, plus she had an extra motivation- she did not want to discover that Mossad had been behind this. Her liaison position would probably be terminated, she would be ashamed, and it would mean her father had been keeping her in the dark- again.
For now Gibbs decided not to let her and DiNozzo in on the lead he had- he needed to see if anything else came up, but after about half an hour McGee jumped up and began talking, ruining Gibbs aims of secrecy.
Boss, I checked it out, and one was ordered in the name of Lt. Sandra Yates.
Checked what out? Tony and Ziva asked in unison, both looking annoyed at having been kept in the dark.
McGee looked at Gibbs, asking permission, and in reply his boss shrugged slightly and turned aw
Ziva- I'm not alright 3Chapter IIIZiva- I'm not alright 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Until everything I hide behind is gone
McGee looked up from his typing- a noise behind him had distracted him. Turning round he saw Tony standing there frowning.
What do you reckon is so bad he wont tell us?
No funny nickname on the end, McGee registered, this must be serious.
Gibbsll tell us when hes ready, Tony. McGee turned back round.
Sometimes I get sick of waiting for him to be ready.
He could be protecting Ziva this time though.
What from though? It was just a Mossad case, whats the big
Suddenly understanding flooded Tonys eyes.
What? McGee faced him again.
He said Ratib was tortured. And Mossad were involved with him. What if those two things are connected?
McGee looked slightly annoyed at himself for not having worked it out, but he nodded grimly.
Ziva- I'm not alright 8Chapter VIIIZiva- I'm not alright 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
As usual McGee and Tony opened their mouths together, about to speak at the same time, but Gibbs pointed to Tony.
Ratib was arrested by Mossad in 2000, suspected of being a Hamas terrorist. He underwent...interrogation, or at least that's what they've edited this into, and they didn't find any evidence of his guilt. In fact, his interrogator, our very own Officer David, said in her statement she didn't believe he was guilty. Except, oh yeah, they accidentally mislaid that statement when they sent the file over.
Gibbs interrupted, addressing McGee Did you hack?
No, boss, I only break the law when you specifically tell me to.
How did you find it then DiNozzo?
Oh, obviously 18 hours of checking wasn't enough. They mentioned it in another bit of the file.
I found a slight discrepancy too, boss. Now, since Mossad are protecting themselves they did not state this, but some of the phra
Tasted Love, so sweet... Ch.IX6 months back.Tasted Love, so sweet... Ch.IX in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fifty minutes later, the whirlwind of action was over and everyone stood in anticipation. McGee had failed to find a way of tracing the notebook file any further and the paper Abby had examined had come up as standard unlined paper, cleaned of any prints, so they were down in the squad room too, looking slightly ashamed. Ziva stood furthest forward with her back to the team but it was clear her appearance had changed- for a start her hair was straight.
Jethro, Tony. You will be Ziva's back up. the director was stable and determined now, her lips firmly set and her eyebrows drawing a clear no nonsense line across her forehead. Tony looked slightly happier at the idea of backing Ziva up, but Gibbs frowned slightly. Jenny noticed this and continued smoothly I will be overseeing this op. McGee will be monitoring communications and Abby will stay here in her lab to run any evidence or suspects we pick up. The team all nodded
UnfaithfulI roll over, smile at him, even though its dark and he cant see that. But nevermind, Im selfish; its enough for me to know Im smiling. I like feeling that Im smiling, that Im happy, that I have someone to be happy about.Unfaithful in General Fiction More Like This
So why when his lips, that I was kissing so happily a minute ago, ask me for help do I feel my stomach flip? The sex didnt make it do that, so why does one short word manage? I turn away, casually twisting out of his embrace, look into my pathetic soul and pick out a lie to mumble. Pretend Im busy, pretend I have to work, I have to look after my mum, change the subject. I let the coward in me win again. Im not brave, this is all a farce. Im just hiding from reality with this little mirror of lies which reflects every hint he tries to send me, every begging plea he delivers to me.
He doesnt realise, doesnt realise that my apparent avoidance of being with him while he fights this is because I c
Ziva- I'm not alright 6Chapter VIZiva- I'm not alright 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
And it was then I realised, the conscience never fades...
Gibbs leant forward, not flinching as the blue rays scanned his eye- he'd become accustomed to using this technology at least. The door clicked open and he pushed the handle, feeling more confident about the situation than he had when he'd gone in earlier. Although Eli David was being firm about what he wanted, so far he hadn't shown any signs of being unreasonable, and didn't seem to be allowing any feelings for his daughter to interfere with his judgement. Not that Gibbs would have expected him too; at his age he must have had a lot of practice at keeping calm and showing a blank face.
Special Agent Gibbs. The tired-sounding, accented voice informed Gibbs he'd been keeping Director David waiting.
Eli did not acknowledge this lack of apology, simply continuing, What do you have?
Ratib Gibbs drew
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Ziva and Tony filled in their reports on the incident and case in silence, without a single paper ball being thrown. Glad though Gibbs was that the required work was actually being done for once, he couldn't stand the heaviness that seemed to be pressing down on them and felt a strange relief when McGee walked in.
Afternoon Tony, Ziva, afternoon boss.
They all mumbled a response and McGee looked slightly confused- he hadn't been expecting much from Gibbs but normally Ziva replied politely and Tony made a joke.
Uh, did I miss much? he asked as he sat down at his desk. No-one replied so he turned to Tony. Tony! Did I miss much?
Pretty much everything, Probie. the nickname sounded half-hearted.
What, you wrap up the entire case?
Yeah, actually. It was that woman you found with your geek stuff. Jilted lover. He was trying to immigrate.
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If you want the truth, I need to confess
Ziva resisted the temptation to hit the wall of the elevator but couldnt help clenching her fists. She shouldnt have been late; shed just been overall slow in the morning and had somehow ended up half an hour late. Tony had shot her a slightly pitying look and told her Gibbs was down in autopsy and she should probably go and explain herself now.
Gibbs trusted her, and he was much closer to all the team than he had been a few years ago, but he could still make her feel like a teenager in high school when he wanted to. She hated apologies; they always seemed so fake, or so like feeble excuses, but sometimes she wished Gibbs would just let you say sorry and leave it at that.
The elevator dinged and she breathed in, preparing to be humiliated, and stepped out. Just as she was about to open the automatic doors to the long room of cold table
Ziva- I'm not alright 10Gibbs got in even early than usual 0600- and sat down at his computer, immediately reviewing the evidence log and background of Ratib. Abby arrived about an hour later and he came down to her lab with her, smiling as she greeted all her machines and then listening as she briefed him on the physical evidence from the crime scene. He fetched her a caf-pow as a thank you, gave her a kiss on the cheek and then headed back up. Something she'd said had awakened a suspicion within him, and he could feel a theory building. But, that theory was definitely going to need some caffeine, so he left to grab coffee. When the elevator doors opened on the squad room for him again, McGee was just booting up his computers.Ziva- I'm not alright 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Morning boss. McGee hid a yawn, and Gibbs pointedly dumped the second coffee he'd brought up on the junior agent's desk.
I need you to check something for me.
Sure, boss, what exactly is it?
Gibbs leaned in and explained, Mc
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Ziva was not as focused as she should have been either, still being haunted by memories. However, she knew in a matter of minutes that he was no longer behind her, and she spun around, drawing her weapon from its holster. But those extra few seconds had been too long- he was not in sight. Inwardly she felt a rage build up at herself, yet until the situation was resolved she needed to and would stay calm. Hopefully there would be time enough for self-blame later.
Keeping her gun ready, safety catch off and finger on the trigger, Ziva looked around, assessing the situation before she made a move. She knew Tony had been following her until a few seconds ago, so he could not have gone far.
Tony? She called out, but softly. He would not have voluntarily left without telling his partner. She sile
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
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
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
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
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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
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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.
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
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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
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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!
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Hal's palms are sweaty, slick on the rocks. Blood under his nails. He pants, shifts his foot about until it finds a hold. Pebbles clatter down the cliff face; gritting his teeth, he hauls himself up and keeps climbing.
The crossbow slung over his back digs into his ribs, his sword clanking against his thigh. He wants to be gripping that sword. Far below the soles of his boots, there's a battle churning, rending the valley into writhing masses of men and sound and the wash of searing daylight. The heat is battering his skin like a solid thing.
He's a thousand feet up and the battle continues and he's alone.
Shrieking and the sound of horns. And a scream drifts up the hot sandstoneto me! Knights, to me! For God and Vercingetorixand his fingers are blistered and his eyes sting. A ragged breath rattles in his throat and he finds a crack to wedge his fingers in, push up with his foot.
The mission is to ascend to the precipice. Shoot. He h