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The story of Tiro
Previously: the group explored a place called sky city and helped a man by the name of sky commander save his city from a horrible creature. While back at black society base alex got a disturbing letter.
Alex rushed out of his office ran to were nightlace was. “Hey general ho----.” before nightlace could finish his sentence alex got a pen and paper out and threw it in front of him. “write your name and rank down here.”demanded alex. “am I in trouble sir?” asked nightlace. “just do it, it's very important.” said alex. Nightlace wrote his name and rank down. “im not gonna loose my job, am I?” asked nightlace. Alex ignored him and looked over the letter and nightlace's handwriting. “so I guess you didn't pull a trick on me” said alex.
“Is there something wrong general?” asked nightlace. “Come with me to first general's office, this is a secrect matter, that must no
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Previously on Mark of Eon: Aaron filled with rage ran away from Black Society and met an old man in the forest who turned out to be a monster, who took his arm and left a mark on his left hand. Now is left to his doom.
Eon closed in on Aaron. “You wont feel a thing” said Eon as he grew blades from his forearms. Aaron had a look of despair knowing he couldn't get out of this one. Eon then lunged his blade toward Aaron’s heart, but it was stopped at the last minute by an unknown man. “You lay a hand on my nephew and it'll be the last of you” said Titus. Titus then punched Eon as hard as he could in the face, but he didn’t even flinch. Throwing multiple punches at him wouldn't even hurt him. Eon backhanded Titus into a tree. Eon eyed them both and left. Titus hurried and cradled his nephew in his arm “It'll be alright.....there there, nephew.” said Titus to the sobbing Aaron. Is this what I think it is? Titus
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The Queen bee
Previously: Phantom informed victoria that aaron and his crew were heading towards them. The queen then captured them and the crew is at her will.
“How rude of me I haven't introduced myself. I am vicotria the queen of the city of savages. I've heard of you, you're the boy who is of black and red society desent. How does that feel?” said victoria. “ No different.” said aaron. “I see, we'll aren't you a special boy.” said victoria. “Why are we here!?” yelled aaron. “Well that animated arm you have there, you need eon to get you're original arm back, right?” Asked victoria. “How do you know about that?” asked aaron. “simple my Father told me. He knows everything.......maybe i'll let you meet him.” said victoria with an evil grin. “While your at it you need to teach your men some manners, are they sexist or something!” exclaimed melissa. “oh my
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The city in the sky
previously: Aaron Titus and Melissa met a ninja named kito and his siblings. They six defeated a titan by the name of sway. After saying there farewells Aaron and his friend set out to look for another man with an animated arm.
“can we stop somewhere I need to eat something!” said Aaron as he fell to the ground dramaticly. “get up you big baby there was a sign that said sky city one mile away. So we should be coming across it pretty soon.” said Melissa. “But we're literally in the middle of nowhere!” said Aaron. “maybe you read the sign wrong, Melissa?”insisted Titus. “No I did not read it wrong! I read the sign it clearly said one mile!” yelled Melissa. “you probably still got smoke in your eyes.” said Aaron. Melissa hit him in the back of the head with her pole “I KNOW WHAT I READ!!!” Melissa hollered. “um you two, it says that sky city is In this pod....
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The true blade of a ninja
Aaron threw off his jacket and dashed towards the ninja. The two slung blades left and right, refusing to let the other win. The ninja lunged his blade at aaron's stomach but aaron spun around and tried to slice aaron. The ninja ducked and punched aaron through the gut. The ninja immediately countered it with a kick to the forehead. “hey man!” exclaimed the aaron as he and was struck. The ninja got a shuriken and threw it at aaron but aaron blocked it with his animated arm. He threw another one but it exploded and he was blown off the building. “AAAAAAAAhHH!” yelled aaron as he fell off the building. “Hmph that oughta teach him.” said the ninja as he started to walk off in the opposite direction, but as he made his way, aaron jumped back up in front of him with is animated arm formed into a cannon. The ninjas eyes got big as a cannon ball was launched to his chest. The ninja flew towards the
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The Woman in White
previously: as the story of tiro was being told, a mysterious man by the name of phantom appeared in the story. Aaron and his friends are still on there journey to find the elder.
“why can't we just head over to red society base, already? We are probally way off course.”said melissa. “we have to get to the elder, he may know more then we read about my animated arm.” said aaron. “Well atleast let me take a break, im soooooooooooooooo tired!” whined melissa. “Come on, woman! We gotta get there, there's probally a city up ahead where you can rest.” yelled aaron. “Hmph!” said melissa. “come on aaron, lets just go, she'll catch up.” said titus. Aaron made a mischevious face at melissa and followed Titus. “Alright im staying here!........ALL BY MYSELF!................................no one...(gulp)......around.” said melissa as her confidence started to go down and do
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The women of savage
Previously: victoria took control of aaron and right as titus was about to reach his demise a girl name akiho comes and rescues titus and melissa.
“Who are these people, akiho?” asked melissa. “There the woman that victoria wanted terminated, when she enslaved all of our brothers,fathers, husbands and uncles. We escaped under here and are waiting on the day when we can finnally strike and free our family.” explained akiho. “we can't stay down here forever, we're getting sick and some of them are starting to die. It's not easy at all.” said Akiho. “We can help.” suggested titus. “you can, but I doubt that we'll have a chance.” sadi akiho. “We have a friend who will die if we don't save him, we just have to try. We promise we will help get your men back, please!” begged melissa. Akiho smiled and said: “you love him don't you? (melissa blushes.) you would do what
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"This letter is to our son Bruce, in the event of our death tonight we give everything we own to you. The manor, the cars, and Wayne Industries is all yours. We trust that you make the right decisions and that follow your dreams. When we are gone, Gotham will slowly start to devour itself as it is now and the people will have no where to look to for salvation. And they will become of the city. And soon there will be no more Gotham. Our family has protected Gotham all we could for generations. But now it's your turn. You must start a legacy, you must be the light that shines down on the darkest day, the one who rises and guides the people to a better day,a day of peace, no killing, no stealing. The city Gotham was meant to be. We believe you will be the one who will save the city. You will learn what it means to be a man. I hope I have taught you the basics, the rest you must do on your own. You must never give up son, no matt
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Aaron jumped on the leg of the giant creature and sliced its arm off, making it's blood leak everywhere. It screamed with rage and threw Aaron into a building. As he was stuck, the monster pressed his hand on him and kept it there. Down below, Warthog and his troops were getting ready to attack the giant beast. Alex, Nightlace, and Titus quickly ran over to them. “Simmer down, troops. My son's got this” said Alex with confidence. “But he's getting torn up, he's gonna get KILLED!” yelled Warthog. “No, my son is completely capable of defeating this monster.” informed alex. “We’re here just in case something goes wrong” said Nightlace sarcastically. Alex looked up to watch the battle. The creature still had its hand pressed on Aaron's body. He kept pushing and pushing until a blade went through his palm and came out through his elbow. The monster’s
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NO MANS LAND
Previously on Mark of Eon: Aaron was named an elite at last and is on a journey to get his arm back.
The train was chugging along the road. Inside the train, you could hear the laughter of kids, the snoring of travlers trying to catch up on some sleep, and the sound of the train whistle. Titus and Aaron were looking at a map. “So, here we are in the country of Bravhar, where Black Society resides. Red Society's base is in Neayo, the country next to us.hmm seems what we need to do is get off at this city, called Numblee and from there we just take the much longer way to get to Neayo. It'll give us more time to search for Eon” explained Titus. “Sounds like a plan!” said Aaron. In the train engine , the conductor seemed to be tied up and stuffed in a corner. “What is the meaning of this?!” exclaimed the conductor. There were men In the engine were men with yellow bandanas over there face.
On a walkie talkie one of them sai
Living a Memory part 1I grew up in the small town of Resembool. It lies in the grassy hills of no where, in the great country of Amestris. You’re probably thinking, ‘Oh! She grew up in the same town as the Elrics, they must have been best friends...blah..blah..blah.!’ You’d be mistaken. I didn’t meet the Elrics for several years. But I’ll get to that later. Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Avery Kinsle. When I lived in Resembool, I lived with my parents Phillip and Tanza Kinsle. They were simple bakers in town and usually left the kids home to watch over the house. I had two other siblings. There was my older brother named Hunter who was 2 years older than me, and my little sister named Finn who is 3 years younger than me. I loved to tease her and call her my little Finn Kin. She always gets so testy when I do, but we love each other very much. Both my siblings inherited my mother’s deep black hair and only I got the musty brown hair of my father.Living a Memory part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
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Sage was cold, tired, and hungry beyond belief. She could have found a spot to lay and sleep, but she knew she had to keep moving....to find her dream. She felt it in her heart, that it was not long away. Her clothes were nothing more than a couple rags now. Its been 4 years since her parents casted her away. She was now 13 years old, and alone. Year after year she hoped her dream would come true, but no one answered her prayer. No one wanted to take in a scrappy, little girl like her. This was Malibu after all. She was weak from exhaustion. Her feet were bruised, battered, and scarred from lack of shoes. Her hair was the definition of a rats nest, all bunched and tangled up. She hadn’t bathed for a few months since she hadn’t found any bodies of water in a while. Eventually she came upon an alleyway full of large garbage bins in between two very fancy restaurants. She decided to camp here, hiding behind the bins when waiters came to dispose of leftovers.
A Rift in TimeThroughout time, there is and always has been the legend of the Doctor, and how he always is in great battles with his arch enemies; one of his biggest enemy being the Dalek. What are Daleks, you might be asking yourself. Daleks are aliens; Aliens that hide away in robotic suits. They always have the need to take over the Earth since their own planet was destroyed. Not many Daleks remain, but yet they always seem to find a way to come back swinging. However the Doctor, in his many regenerated forms, is and always will be there to stop them. Their battle is a never ending war with no winner and no loser. But in their greatest battle to date, one girl will become the beacon that splits the two for good.A Rift in Time in Short Stories More Like This
“Exterminate! No Survivors!”
The Daleks invaded Earth for the upteenth time and raged war once again on the Doctor, attempting to destroy him and his friends once and for all. The plan was to take out the Doctor first and then take over the planet Earth once and for a
Living a Memory part 3The next morning, we were awoken by the nurses for our morning medicine dose. The main nurse stayed, but the others left. She told us that Colonel Mustang wanted to see us after we had gotten ready. I tried telling her that we didn’t have any clothes, but she just shushed me and walked over to a cupboard. She pulled out 2 little outfits for us to where. I smiled. I had jeans with a black t-shirt that had the creature on it. Finn was given another clean pair of shorts and a little black tank top. I brushed my sister’s hair and braided it like mom had shown me a year ago. It made Finn happy to have her hair braided again. But it put me in a melancholy mood because of the memories that followed the act. I just shrugged it off and brushed my hair, however I left it down. When we were all ready to go, I slipped on a pair of sandals that they provided us as did Finn. The Nurse led us down the hall to the Colonel’s office, but I led the pack for I had mastered the route alreLiving a Memory part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Living a Memory part 2That’s when I woke up. Very slowly, I pried open my eyes to find 3 nurses surrounding me. My body hurt like crazy. I looked down to see my leg was fully bandaged and my head was bandaged too. I reached up and held it to stop the headache.Living a Memory part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
One of the nurses sat on the edge of my bed. “Morning Sweetie. We’re glad to see you awake finally. How are you feeling?”
In a hoarse voice, I managed to say, “Yes.”
I had meant to say good, but I couldn't think straight. My head was spinning. The nurse smiled for she seemed to understand what I meant. She helped me sit up and sip down some liquid medicine to help my pain. Then it hit me.
“Where’s my sister?! Where’s Finn?!”
“Calm down. You’re sister is fine. She is over here, see?”
The nurse pulled back a curtain to reveal my little sister. She was still asleep. I sighed with relief. She was ok and alive. Her arm was bandaged, but other than that she didn't seem to have any
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The year was 1994. The night was cold, bitter as snow drifted from the dark, foggy sky. One soul traveled down the lonely streets of Malibu, California. Escaping creepy men hidden in the shadows and avoiding the Town police, Sage Hills made her way to what she hoped and dreamed to being a better future. Her life was not a pleasant one. Born into a high class, stuck up family, she was expected to be a perfect child. That was till the testing began. At the age of 3 years old, she was taken to be tested and made sure she was in fact perfect. If she didn’t pass the ordeal, she’d be casted from her family. The testing went well for a while, then the accident occurred.
One of the scientists hit a button and overloaded the machine. There was an explosion, but miraculously Sage survived. She was taken home. Everything seemed normal, then a month passed. Sage discovered that she could lift objects with her mind. It was great. She kept it a secret till the age of 9. Her mo
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Bumblepaw didn't waste time and skirted down the mountain. His paws felt as light as falling leaves and he ran with the quickness of WindClan. Bumblepaw ran from the mountain and around the right side of the lake. He didn't want to be too close to the mountain in case unwanted cats came after his Clan. Bumblepaw tried to think of all of the essentials that a Clan would need. Food and water were a given, so Bumblepaw picked the land on the other side of the lake opposite of the mountain. There was plenty of food here, and the water was there in huge quantities. The water also helped with protection. Bumblepaw couldn't think of much else that a Clan would need.
"Duh," Bumblepaw then meowed, "a camp!" Bumblepaw cursed himself at his stupidity and started looking for the camp. It would have to be away from the water in case of floods, but not too
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It rained through the early morning hours. Brackenstar stood in the wet, water dripping into his eyes and soaking his pelt to his skin. Cold was already creeping into his bones. He hated being soggy, but he didn't know a cat that didn't. Everyone rushed through their duties to hide anywhere that was warmer to groom themselves dry. Slyfoot was unlucky, however. Brackenstar wanted to watch the she-cat with her apprentice Molly. Creampelt was the new member's original mentor, but it soon became clear she couldn't handle the responsibility. The queen was nearing her second and final moon before giving birth and was sleeping most of the day. Just that morning, Brackenstar had ordered her to the nursery to rest.
The forest did a good job at keeping the water levels low. The many trees drank the liquid faster then it could fall. But there was
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The forest was frigid in the mornings, making it difficult to get started. Brackenstar had sat up from his nest regrettably and forced his paws to work in the frozen air. White smoke gathered around his nose and mouth when he breathed, and a thin layer of sparking frost covered the grass and lined the rock wall of the camp. Leafbare had finally made its home in BrackenClan, and the idea was terrifying. This would be Brackenstar's true test of courage and strength, he just hoped the lives given to him be the nine StarClan cats would be enough to get him through this season.
Longlegs and Slyfoot would ready to leave. They huddled together against the still cold of the morning, shivering a little as the warm dreams of the night were whisked away. Brackenstar didn't feel like eating, eyeing the fresh-kill pile only briefly. What he needed was a hot kill.
The dawn patrol was always the
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Under the barn it was damp, dank, and had a rotting smell to it. The ceiling was low, forcing all of the cats to bow their heads and necks to scurry passed like scared mice. There were tunnels no bigger than Brackenstar himself that snaked under the barn and were cloaked in darkness. There was one area that was more open; in fact it was quite impressive. Brackenstar and his patrol were pressed against each other, but the overall den was wide and extended on the far side about three cat-lengths. Figures moved without a word down different tunnels or clawed their way to the surface. It was interesting, but a cat didn't belong under the ground, its prey did.
"This is the cove," Blue said. He crouched in front of the visitors. "Most of these tunnels were made by rats. We've been widening them since we started living here. The cove happened when the
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It was nightfall and the snow still fell silently. The white specks glittered silver hovering over the ground before finally taking their place among their kin. They covered the backs of the Clan as they moved in beside one another to fit inside the medicine cat's den. Brackenstar waited for everyone to settle. He leaned against Slyfoot for support and in the nest next to him Springkit's coughing had become worse and now her brother curled up next to her, coughing as well.
Only Rose and her kits were missing. Slyfoot had urged her to stay in the nursery.
"You all know that Sootears will be BrackenClan's medicine cat," Brackenstar began. "But without a proper way to communicate with StarClan she can't be trained or taught what she needs to know to be a medicine cat. That is why I am leaving with her first thing in the morning to travel to the Moontree."
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"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
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"We're ba-a-ack!" Emile sang, after kicking in the door. He marched in, with Jun following, still wiping his red eyes and muttering about a newly developed fear of shopping malls. Jorge, of course, was stuck carrying all the trappings, which consisted of many boxes, bags and random packages.
"What the "
The place was clean. Sparkling. Scary clean. It even smelled like Pine Sol, which was odd, because Pine Sol had ceased production in the 23rd century. At any rate, it was slightly eerie, also because no one was bumming around like usual. The place had been wiped clean and squared away
and decked with holly?
"Ooh! It's like that old song! Deck the halls with boughs ofOW!" Jun screeched as Emile twisted his ear. "Don't interrupt my festive song! And let go of my ear!"
"Ah, you're back," Kat said, stepping out to greet them. Emile's jaw nearly detached itself from his face and fell to the ground. She was wearing a red velvet turtl
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Emile punctuated his question with a blast from his shotgun, gutting a Grunt that had actually been running away. He then turned and assassinated the other fleeing Grunt, snapping its neck and throwing the body aside.
"I think it was Kat's. Or Cortana's. They fight over who gets to tweak with the settings," Noble Six told him, scanning the area for more threats through the scope of her DMR. "Looks clear. We should head back into the building-- these guys appear out of nowhere."
"Leave it to Cortana to disable the dropships," Emile groaned, following Six up the hill.
They went in the back way and made a beeline for the ammo refill station. While Emile was shoving more shells into his shotgun, he continued to gripe. "And what's her deal, anyway? I mean, it doesn't even have to be bottomless clip, just regular ole' infinite ammo. I guess she likes running back and forth to this stupid thing."
"She's just trying to make it
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Arcade and the Atomic WranglerThe Courier desperately needed this time. She hadn't looked this nice since storming out of the Lucky 38 to unwittingly have sex with Benny, and although her bones ached, her shoulder panged, and her head was sore all over, she still cleaned up well. At the moment, she was at the card table, giggling into the shoulder of Arcade Gannon, a man she had come to relate to better than any single person in the Wasteland thus far.Arcade and the Atomic Wrangler in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dealer passed out a new round of cards, and she straightened on her stool, trying to calm herself. Though the Courier had already won a few hundred caps, Arcade was smoking the table, despite having plenty in him to drink. A crowd had assembled to watch his uncanny poker skills.
"It's.....it's all about st..stassticistis...hmm. Sta-tis-ticss." Arcade said knowledgeably, picking up his cards. He tried focusing so hard on pronouncing 'statistics' that his eyes crossed.
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In his plethora of images, Boone saw one final shot; the Courier, his beret perched on her head, her hair billowing out around her, pointed to the side. She was grinning. In the direction she pointed lay Vegas, under a shimmering night sky. She winked at him, green eyes dancing.
He'd promised her, after all, that he couldn't always be there. Reminded her of mortality.
He couldn't always be there for her, with her.
In a choked voice, Boone answered the female's question. "No."
As soon as the words were spoken, the suspension in air was gone, and he was in a smooth free-fall, that same gut feeling returning as he flew away from the bright light and spirits, and slowly, as the world fell away, Boone felt his wounds returning. His arm ached, his side. His shoulder, and his back began to throb, and a tightness in his chest prevented him from breathing properly.
He was breathing?
Arcade had jammed the needle into his lung, des
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Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
Dickens by Firelight."Ah, what the hell," Arcade said, dropping the notepad and re-situating himself on his pile of sleeping equipment. On an unmarked spot of land in the Mojave we camped, returning to New Vegas. It was dark, and by the light of the campfire Boone, Arcade and I each had one of my old pre-War books in hand, reading. Arcade had taken Oliver Twist, I had Heidi, and Boone chose Great Expectations.Dickens by Firelight. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sure you don't want to read this one?" Arcade had asked minutes earlier, waving A Little Princess in Boone's face. Boone had responded by rolling his eyes and jamming his back up against a rather uncomfortable-looking rock, forgoing the blankets and bedroll, grabbing the book. I sat cross-legged by Rex, who slept, not worried about literature or princesses.
When we'd first curled up with the books, Arcade insisted on taking out his notepad and jotting down notes about the story, certain the plot or themes
"Two Blonds Walk into a ....."Aaron and Jesse were the names of the Kings members who had returned with Rex to the spot in the Mojave where I lay near death. They were the last people I wanted to say thank you to before heading back to Goodsprings. The pair lounged against the wall, pointed out to me by the white-suited King. As the leader of the gang had another bonding moment with his dog before he set off with me again, I sauntered to the young Kings."Two Blonds Walk into a ....." in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They nodded at my advance.
"I just have to say thank you, personally, to both of you. I know what you did wasn't easy."
"No problem," Aaron said, slightly older of the two. He ran a hand through his greased hair. "When you're healthy, you seem to make things happen. And we knew the King wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"You two really took care of me. It was a long travel, needless to say a long stretch from Freeside. You even took care of ban
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1The moon was chillingly beautiful. The young filly watched it silently; a rare moment of reverence for her normally exuberant personality. A chill ran through her tiny frame and she pulled the thin material closer around her fledgling wings, trying to trap her frail body heat beneath the scarlet cape and emblem. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as her lavender eyes caught sight of the insignia. The symbol glittered in the moonlight, tendrils of frost having begun to collect on the surface of the cape. Winter was coming - and soon.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes fell away from the frost as she dismissed it. So what if it was cold? The filly nestled closer betwixt the wooden beams of her residence and closed her eyes tight in defiance. There was no time to worry about that now. Now it was time to sleep. Every filly knew the moon meant that, and even she didn't have the energy to fight its silent nocturne. "Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad. I love you " she called out softly. The answer was the sam
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2Scootaloo stared down at herself silently. Regret flooded her as thoroughly as the tears that slid down her face. "There was so much I was gonna do I never found my special talent in life and earned my cutie mark I never thought it would end like this. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and I were all going to do it together. This is a nightmare " The thought quieted her. This was a nightmare and that was all that it could be. She rounded on the mare, eyes narrowed. "This is messed up, ya know that?! What gives you the right?! Why?!"Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been countless centuries of the same question. The mare closed her eyes and thought for a moment, wondering how she still never quite had a good answer. After a moment her eyes opened and extended one of her wings as if to beckon the filly near. "I wish I had a better answer, but this isn't a nightmare, Scootaloo. You you fell asleep and the temperature dropped so suddenly. There was nothing anypony could have done " As s
BusIt was raining heavily. And for worse, a roaring, wild wind was blowing so violently that flew my umbrella off my hands. It was ten to midnight, and I am running on the side of a lonely road. For some strange reason, my car had suddenly stopped twenty minutes ago and there is no way of starting it again. My cell phone had no signal, so I had decided to start running to find a gas station, a house anything or anyone that could help me.Bus in Short Stories More Like This
Twelve oclock. I give up and I consider spending the whole night in my car until I see a light on the driveway, approaching from the distance. Happy, I wave at it until it stops. Its an old, dark blue bus, without rout number or any other type of identification. The door opens. The driver is a white haired man with a shallow look in his eyes.
- ¿Where are you heading?
- Good evening ¿Could you take me to the nearest gas station? My car broke and
- Two fifteen he says with a monochord voice
I look for the money in my pu
The SuicideI've thought about it many times. I've been told about it. However, I insist. I'M NOT CRAZY. Don't try to talk me out of this. My decision is taken.The Suicide in Short Stories More Like This
I ran away from the hospital. I still don't know how I could make it. What I know is that in the second I stepped out, I haven't stopped running. Not until I got here. To the top of the world. The wind blows and gets inside my lungs, my feet feel the earth under them. A thunder roars in the distance. A bird sings. A last gift.
The rush of the run abandons me. Once more I feel the cancer invading my veins as a corrosive poison. It hurts, I know. But that's... about to finish?
There's a moment of doubt. A foot in the air. A step that can be equally to save as to condemn. Like waiting for a regret. A regret that will never come.
So fast that everything around me becomes a blur. Confusing. So roughly that the winter breeze becomes a hurricane around me.
What should I think about before dying? God? God doesn't exist. He's just a
Confesión“Hola. Perdón por no haberte hablado en tanto tiempo, pero son raras las veces que siento la necesidad de pasarme por acá. Digamos que no trae muy buenos recuerdos para ninguno de los dos, ¿no? Como sea, hay muchas cosas que quiero decirte. Quizás lo debería haber hecho antes. O quizás nunca, se me hace que te rompo demasiado las bolas con este tema. Bueno, lo importante es que vine, y ya que estamos, te lo voy a decir. Tranquila, no me voy a quedar mucho. Un ratito nomás y te dejo de joder.Confesión in Short Stories More Like This
Hoy me senté a ver el álbum. Ese viejo álbum que tiene las fotos de esa vieja época, cuando jugábamos juntos, ¿te acordás? Na, seguramente no. O sea, yo debo ser el único de los dos con esas inquietudes. O sea, imaginate. Pasaron años de eso. Yo estaba muy distinto entonces. Era más bonito. Pero vos seguís estando igual. Al menos sé que siempre lo vas a esta
Monocoloquio- ¿Hay alguien?Monocoloquio in Short Stories More Like This
-Sí, estoy yo ¿A quién esperabas?
- No, no sé… por ahí había alguien más y tenía ganas de escucharlo
- ¿Qué? ¿Te cansaste ya de mí?
- No, no es eso. Es que tanto tiempo acá, solos, me…
- ¿Te qué?
- …me aburre un poco
- Bueno, es común. Tanto tiempo solo con la misma persona es agotador.
- No, no digás eso
- ¿Por qué? Es la verdad. El ser humano no se hizo para vivir todo el tiempo con una sola persona, y vos lo sabés. Primero es todo entusiasmo, si la persona te cae bien. Luego es vacío. No hay nada qué decirse. Luego es aburrimiento. Que se convierte en bronca. Luego en odio. Y eventualmente uno le saca los ojos al otro con una cuchara.
- Sí, puede ser…
- Más vale que puede ser…
- Aunque no siempre
- Yo no te te
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
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Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Eternal Exile :: Chapter 1A Rude AwakeningEternal Exile :: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the first thing he felt.
no. No. That wasn't quite correct. It was the first thing of which he was aware.
Cold. Smooth. Stale. Some distant sort of understanding, yet without truly feeling it.
Any of it.
He groaned, the sound wet, clinging to the damp walls around him. There was something wrong, though, about that sound so unfamiliar
Eyelids sticking together, presumably from the residue of sleep, he finally managed to pry them apart. Then, after a moment of darkness, his vision slowly returned: grainy, dull around the edges, too bright at the center. He waited for it to clear
but nothing changed. A slow, aching sort of fear began to bleed through his veins, wrapping around his consciousness when he finally realized what he was lo
Eternal Exile :: Chapter 3Will of the ForsakenEternal Exile :: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For two days, the residents of Deathknell avoided the crypt. Every time a breeze swept down the hill, it carried strange noises. Crackling. Sharp, animalistic yelps. And, most notably, an odd sort of hum. More of a buzzing, really, that none could rightly place.
The common consensus, however, was that if whatever it was meant harm, it would have already done something by then. Or, if they were incorrect, hopefully one of the pockets of Scarlet Crusaders would come upon it first and they'd kill two birds with one stone without any effort.
So they hoped, but no one was about to check one way or the other. When the cat had already died once, it left most of its curiosity behind.
They needn't have worried, though.
As the sun began to set on that second day, pale smears of dusty yellow light faintly filtering through the dark leaves of the forest, the sounds went su
Eternal Exile :: Chapter 4Trite but TrueEternal Exile :: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every journey began with a first step. Every wildfire with just one untended ember.
Later, he would marvel at just how insignificant it was. A few days in the solitude of a cemetery, weaving threads of the arcane. It had been a fumbling process, his fingers and mind unpracticed after gods only knew how long of disuse.
But it had been blessedly familiar. Not normal. But like caressing a lover after years of absence, relearning the curves and dips of a body once memorized and still remembered.
Not everything had changed. Not everything had abandoned him. It had remained, enduring
Before, he had been no more than driftwood, silent upon a sea of ether. He had no desire to find any shore or any fellowship existing had been enough of a strain in those weeks.
Now, though, the currents had changed, but the energy was the same.
It had been a smal