EoA: R1: An Innocent MistakeEye Of Airsile- Round 1 VS Nofu: An Innocent MistakeEoA: R1: An Innocent Mistake in General Fiction More Like This
Um master? Wasnt this tournament thingy supposedve started already? Im bored a somewhat short boy with blonde hair said. His light brown clothing marked him as warrior, but he carried no weapon, and was currently scratching his head.
The black anthropomorphic panther stopped walking ahead of the boy and turned to face him. His large ornate necklace glittered in the sunlight as well as the bracers on its ankles, tail slowly swaying from side to side. You must learn to have patience; everything has a time and a place. And NOW is not the time to be complaining about not having to fight.
The boy stretched. Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, its almost a shame that were not off fighting monsters or anything I thought I would WELCOME the break The boy felt a light tug on his pants, as if it was caught on something.
Hmm? He turned around and
Chimerical Machinations 2Sorting It Out.Chimerical Machinations 2 in Fantasy More Like This
I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.
I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfathers lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasnt there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, its weird, but I sniffed it
First Chimerical MachinationWhisper. Rush. Move. Go.First Chimerical Machination in Fantasy More Like This
I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.
or is it?
Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet cant remember peoples names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I dont even remember having?! Its all too confusing like why do I have these episodes? Why is it that my body tries to kill itself with a sudden blood clot? What am I trying to stop myself from doing?
and why cant I find any answers?
I dimly recall one dream, not too long ago. A long, yellow dragon was slithering atop of a long-forgotten supermarket, and would occasionally try to break into the car I was in. I was in silence fro
Eye of Aisile IntroThe air was crisp and clean, as it usually was in the city. Unusual for a city its size was the noise level; or more accurately, the lack thereof. There we no people milling about, preparing daily breads to be baked, or laundry being strung up to dry between the buildings. Plants thrived in lieu of this; the flora and fauna sprawled at a comfortable, yet seemingly controlled pace.Eye of Aisile Intro in General Fiction More Like This
It would seem, if one would have taken a picture, like the perfect place for a summer vacation in Europe. Except for one small piece of visual noise, disturbing the landscape
A small chunk of ice floating down a canal.
On it was a large black shape, with a large map in front of its face. Upon closer inspection, one could tell it was actually two shapes, given that the arm on one side was bigger than the other.
Okay, so we started here a voice said. And then we floated on this current A tapping could be heard, and the voice was poking to
The Terrifying GorgerThe Terrifying Gorger in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Gregor Samsa
Name: Gorger (Smith or Ex or whatever slap dash moniker lets him into large cities)
Age: Gregor is thirty, Gorger is technically twenty one years old, having been created fully formed when Gregor was nine.
Height: Gregor is 5'9'', Gorger is 6'2''
Weight: Gregor is a malnourished 110 lbs. Gorger lives up to his namesake, but prefers to gain density as opposed to visible mass. He is 200 pounds.
Background: Gregor had a German father and a Ukrainian mother. Gorger has no blood, and, by proxy, no DNA. Gregor was born in Alaska. Gorger was created in Gregor's head.
Gregor Samsa was an average, All American, Joe Everyman.
His hair was a dull brown bowl cut, flecked with gray. His eye color was the reverse of this. His face was plain and unmarked. He was barely noticeable and instantly forgettable.
Most maniacs are stopped dead early on in their careers because they ring very deep alarm bells in the people they meet. The alarm bells state very clearl
Gorger Versus DamionThe cathedral. It was white on the outside, not that anybody ever lived long enough to see the outside. The inside was black and tainted, like a dead fruit, rotting on the vine. And like rotting fruit, this one would not be complete without maggots. The "maggots" scurried over the fruit's seven acres, standing up, sitting down, doing nothing.Gorger Versus Damion in Horror More Like This
The Cathedral's expansive halls were haunted by cloaked creatures, about as tall as an average man, with warped faces and no sign of eyes. They had slightly reddish skin, and long, clawed fingers.
At the very center of the place was the worship area, which contained hundreds of rows of empty benches facing a massive pipe organ, and a huge golden door resting in the center of a wall with a massive, chained lock. There were also unholy scriptures written on a dull brown parchment sitting on top of a pedestal in the center of the room, illuminated by a single, blood-red ray of light, which shone from somewhere up in the invisible ceiling.
The place w