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Conduit InfernalConduit InfernalConduit Infernal in Short Stories More Like This
The old man was nearly dead when I got there. I found him lying on his back in that large, circular area in the midst of the forest, the clearing that had nothing but boulders and tall grass.
"Don't you die on me," I nearly screamed as I slid to him like a baseball player making a close safe. "Don't you dare die on me!"
I checked him- thank all of the angels he was still breathing, but he was certainly not breathing right. His face was flushed, his extremities were pale. Yes, it was probably his heart giving out right in front of me- and here we were in the wilds of the Wisconsin forest, miles from any competent help.
Where the Garden EndsWHERE THE GARDEN ENDSWhere the Garden Ends in Short Stories More Like This
She was doing it again!
"Grandmother!" Flora said impatiently. For a moment the old woman did not seem to hear, but rather kept staring off into the distance. Finally, with a sigh, Grandmother brought her attention back to her granddaughter, and the cup of tea in front of her.
"So sorry," she mumbled, "just… remembering…"
Flora was getting impatient. This had happened all of her life, even when she was very little. Now, a dashing young woman of eleven years, she noticed that Grandmother was doing it more often.
She put down her own teacup and looked at the direction her Grandmother had been staring at.
The Mystic World of Hell GirlTHE MYSTIC WORLD OF HELL GIRLThe Mystic World of Hell Girl in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Your grievance shall be avenged!" With those ominous words, and a straw doll blowing away in a mysterious wind, we know that karmic justice is about to be enacted. This vengeance and a one-way boat ride shall culminate another episode of Jigoku Shōjo, in English Hell Girl. This intriguing Japanese anime is without a doubt one of the most intelligent, spiritual- and certainly darkest pieces of drama ever created.
Jigoku Shōjo is unique as it is intensely spiritual, combining elements of Christianity, Buddhism, Shintoism, and even animism into a compelling and often disturbing tale. It is, with no d
The GlaistigThe GlaistigThe Glaistig in Short Stories More Like This
By Steven J. Rolfes
Copyright 2011
1
When the distinction between 'lover' and lunch' become blurred, trust me: you have a really big problem!
This was one bit of worldly wisdom that I learned, one which I learned as I learn most of my lessons, the hard way. However, this is ne lesson that I shall never possibly forget. I see it every time I close my eyes in the dark, before sleep either takes me to a more pleasant place, or transports me back to that place of horror.
I can look back and in my mind relive every bit of that horrid experience. It was in the year 1864, the year that I made that fateful trip to the highlands
PAIN PAIN!!!PAIN in Free Verse More Like This
Dawn of night of my darkest day
why wont the pain just go away
thrashing slashing tearing me apart
a burning inferno right from the start
feelings from you I try not to show
from where did you come, and when will you go
As the mind races to find an escape
It seems the imagination is the only safe place
As my body lay broken in a pile on the bed
I'm free from you inside my own head
I look around to find my muse
And hope my muse was not a rues
Coming from the drugs that you made me abuse.
By:
Lisa Metts-2012
SeasonsTime woven like a clothSeasons in Free Verse More Like This
Creating the seasons in all their colour and hue
Warmth and cold mesh
Holding us enthralled
One without the other
Would leave us flat as a picture
With no colour
God and Goddess mingle
Like the warp and the woof of the celestial fabric
The making of the seasons
Life after death
Dragon Quest -SENIOR PROJECT-Dragon QuestDragon Quest -SENIOR PROJECT- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written and Illustrated
by Abigail Wells
Prologue~
Quest's End
Talos the Brave stood at the foot of the misty mountain. The knight's bronze armor gleamed in the pale morning sunlight. He gripped his heavy sliver sword.
Turning to his squire, Robin, he used his weapon to point up the mountainside. "I'll climb above the mist," Talos told the boy. "The dragon is close by. I can feel it. I just need to get above the mist so that I can see it. For the sake of our kingdom, it must be stopped!"
"Good luck, sir," Robin said in a shaky voice, as the knight turned to climb up the smooth, dark slope of the mountain. Talos
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