Afterrealm: Carried Away (part I)The StationMore Like This
23 August 2010
The voice was light and male, colored with a hint of uncertainty. She looked up from her reading, turning eyes like jade and a polite smile on the speaker. He was tall, lean rather than thin, and looked absolutely uncomfortable with one hand raking his bangs back from his long face and his shoulders turned slightly away from her.
"I am she," She replied, closing her notebook as she rose, offering her hand. He was not just tall, she realized. He towered over her by almost nine inches, placing him at a lanky six-foot-two. She was not unaccustomed to the difference, as her combat trainer topped her by one inch more than he, but it was a bit startling. Even in Haven, where genetics had little say in matters, such impressive statures were rare.
"I'm Crispin Alexander,
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the moon is rotting,
my hands are not my own
my blood is howling
(treetops glow silver)
Tupple and Toft - IntroThe halls of Chudmore Manor are long and wide, well-lit and uncluttered. The rooms are spacious (except the water closet, which is a claustrophobic as the name suggests), and the ceilings are high.More Like This
Most importantly though, the cupboards are locked.
When I say ‘cupboard,’ I mean it in the broadest sense of the word. By the loosest of definitions, ‘cupboard’ here refers to all pantries, cabinates, hope-chests, baby-grands, secretary desks, potato barrels, and of course cupboards, in the house.
The reason for this is - basically - Vikings. Other things too of course, like dinosaurs, robots, wandering royalty, strangler vines, nasty odors, the color wellow, Babylonians, luchadors, and rats. Mostly though, it’s Vikings.
However, it should be stated that just locking the cupboards is often not enough to keep things in their places. Today for example, something had got through the piano in the study, and it was now causing the residents of Chudmore Manor a
No little children love me - An Imaginary Tale"No little children love me." He remembered saying on more than one occasion to Smee. It was not just a statement, but fact. At least it was as far as he was concerned. In all his many years, no little children ever loved him. Even when he was a child. Other little children his age would prefer to stay away or simply did not like him. Time and time again, this was a proven fact that no little children loved him.More Like This
Even when they called him to them.
It was not the first time, and certainly would not be the last, but the Captain was once more summoned away from his ship and home, to some other land where no one could see him. Except for one. It was always a child. Rarely older than 13 and always frowning or smirking proudly at him with a toy sword or stick. Most often, it was a young boy pretending to kill pirates. He found that if he pretended to die, the child would be satisfied and send him on his way once more. Even the girls who called for him only wanted him so a boy pretending to be
Zenn OverviewMore Like This
What are the Zenn?
The Zenn are a sentient species who originate on a large rocky, ice-planet. Their bodies are adapted to subzero temperatures, high altitudes, and 1.4 G's of gravity. They are best suited for climbing and running 'short' distances of ten miles or so, and their manner of moving is best described as being like parkour. They emphasize what they are saying with very expressive body language. Their language is made up of 9 distinct languages that can be spoken separately from one another and don't share similar roots but are most commonly spoken interchangeably with the prevalence of one over another dependent on region.
The Zenn recognize 9 biological sexes categorized into 3 reproduction-based categories (there are others that lie outside of that categorization method), and 15 gender-identities. Pronouns are based more upon those main 3 categories but many Zenn have the option and opt to use pronouns reflecting their internal identity.
Zenn are born live and able
Bio - IsaebellaFull name: Isaebella (Usually goes by just 'Bella')More Like This
Species: Hybrid (Human Body form, Clockwork Organs and heart, and Vampire Blood)
Age: 9 (In Physical Looks and Mental skill, but in truth, she is about 2)
Birthday: May 12th
Languages spoken: Mostly English, although knows a few words of the various languages spoken around the Manor.
Height: 4' 3"
Figure/build: Small for her age, her growth stunted by the strange occurrences of her birth.
Hair color: Pale Blonde, can appear white under high sun.
Hairstyle: Long tight curls, with a black lace bow holding it out of her face in the back of her head.
Eye color: Deep, yet clear, purple, the color of Amethysts held to the sun.
Skin/fur/etc color: Pale Peach
Preferred style of clothing: Victorian Doll sums it up nicely. If it's got lace, bows, and silk, odds are, she'll be clothed in it. Aeon is determined to raise Bella a true Lady, and he's not above Gilding the Lilly, so to speak.
Fatherloving, caring fatherMore Like This
protection from the world
constant pillar of strength
never crying, always trying
bias, proud, courageous
but the mask hides reality
the black pit of endful emotionless
painful spiritual hollowness
painful for the victim
not for the killer
does the child feel the water
gushing into life
as mother rids the world of it?
does the wife feel the fists
disecting fragile love
as husband rids body of drink?
does the daughter feel resentment
as father kills hope
having way, feinting ignorance?
if they felt, would they care?
would their love be less?
or only bruised and forgotten
cut off from society
accepting cruel fate
in all shapes, bodies, forms.
the love of life
could turn walking plague
but never death
callous.More Like This
you miscontrue me as weak and brittle
but i'm just as strongwilled as i am little.
my cynical slander is marked with abandon,
my harsh tone, only a puppet with my hand in.
i speak before i think, quick witted as a fox
i say what i shouldn't from far outside the box
you think when you look at me,
"perverse and rude, that's him to a tee"
i have a razor tongue, sharp and red hot
i'll cut you, burn you, oblivious that you're distraught
although i'm vicious, and unkind as death,
i'm nice to some, if they're worth my breath.
don't you realize i'm playing defense
with the emotions of others, marked as minor expense?
i don't want to offend you, but just the same
you 'most surely deserve it, and callous is my game.
Singled OutMore Like This
Some kids got singled out for a reason. Troublemakers. "Problem children." Problem parents. Black kids. Some kids just didn't feel right.
Most times the teachers had a reason. In the case of Marla Sanford, she didn't feel right.
The girl wore girls clothes, but they were always a more boyish cut. Had she elder brothers Mrs. Williamson bet the girl would have just worn their clothes. Getting her hair down out of its ponytail was a feat. Every year at pictures, fight, fight, fight. And boy, could that girl fight. She'd given the principal a black eye, and bled open both Mr. Peterson and Mr. Wier. They wouldn't let her play on the boys soccer team.
Marla wasn't funny, like queer, she was just different. No one could quite say why. She excelled at math and science, but would recede into a book or disappear into a painting just as easily. The girl had a penchant for t
visible ghostsjust because i move in this worldMore Like This
doesn't mean that i breathe life vigorously
i just can't give a good god damn these days
while i scrounge for sustainance
it's everybody for themselves
and blood is no thicker than water
even love seems lightyears off center
we're visible ghosts
weaving patterns of apathy
in the desert sands infecting the sea
infatuationi've been waiting for youMore Like This
you move through this place like a ghost
radiant floating shrouded in shadows
you appear like mist disrupting nothing
in your pace and then whisk away
through walls and closed doors
i can read you though
i can read you like a billboard
faded and scratched raw by unforgiving winds
but i can decipher your cipher
fine scents remain hung in the air
like dead silence and caught in spider webs
diminished by brutal trainwreck men
and rendered sullied by nothingness
yet i stand at your epicenter
swallowed by whisper thin trails
of jet engines of your thought
your walls are fabricated arc and column
sustaining my thirst for brighter
calmer cooler waters
your colors comforting in this swampland dream
oh but i would tender if i could
a graceful touch from your claws
a burning word from your primrose lips
to quell all manner of inner demons
if only i could catch the sublime specter
in this assembly of phoenix fire and empire dirt
you move too fast you work too much
SuddenlySuddenly.More Like This
A constant that has been part of your life ever since you can remember is gone.
Every now and then.
Your hand just drifts up and covers your mouth.
Your subconscious is trying to stop you screaming.
Although youre not making a sound.
You have the urge to visit places you no longer have any emotional
Because the last time you were there the one who is missing wasn't gone.
Because your mind has rebelled at the enormity of what has happened.
It tells you not to be stupid.
Of course they are not gone.
You have just imagined it.
Reality seeps back in.
And you have not.
Everything is normal and nothing is wrong.
But you pick up some spurious item.
A connection is made.
The weight of their absence comes flooding back.
MusicI walked through the busy streets, fighting my way through the crowds to get home. The buzzing and bustling was loud, like hornets zoning in onto me and making angry sounds. I didn't bring my headphones that day; an extremely regrettable action of forgetfulness. i just couldn't wait to get home.More Like This
The elevator made its quiet hum. Strangely enough I could not place a note on it. White noise washed over me and I stared blankly at the automated numbers change as I pass each storey. Light from each floor shone pass the glass panes and into my eyes; yet I did not blink. My mind was already on the peace and tranquility I could embrace in the haven of my room. I rushed like a child to her parents upon reaching home into my room.
It was quiet; it was serene. Stuffy, yes. But my haven. Where I spent time crying, praying, reading, sleeping, playing and listening to music. I had a taste of its golden silk-like sweetness when I was young, got to touch the onyx black and ivory white of a piano as I w
My humanHi! I'm Dots, or that's what my little human calls me. The bigger taller ones call my Dasch. I'm a daschund and I wanna just tell a story (since I'm bored lying down at night and cannot sleep) of the little human called Tenna.More Like This
Tenna's a tiny thing compared to her parents when I was just a pup. She knew how to waddle but fell everytime, so she liked to crawl on all fours, like me! Except that I can't walk on my hind legs, and aren't trained for it. She and I fell in love with each other when we knew how to connect in a level of traveling around the big house on all fours. Of course, as time went by she learned how to walk on her hind legs and all I did was to get longer. She loves me, I tell you. Calls me her 'sausage'. Though I love to eat them I know I'm not one be cause I'm black and furry all over, not pink and smooth and yummy. And I've a tail and a head and... you get my drift.
So Tenna has always been a happy kid until she started going out of the house to a place to learn stuff.
YouI want to write a poem about youMore Like This
Yet nothing comes to mind
My eyes rove over your messages
On a bright screen in the dark
My heart is confused
So is my mind
Of the addicting push and pull
Of the entirety of you
In the drawer I keep
Letters and written messages
Secret photos and the
CDs you burned for me
All around the room
Dead and gone they are
Flowers you gave that died and dried
After the many days of surprise
On my left, as I lay in bed
The Christmas card you gave
One dear to me; dearer than the gift
A gift itself to my heart and soul
On my right caress the other half
of the plushies we bought together
I'm wondering if you were dreaming
A miracle dream of us
I'm shaking when I realize
How obsessed I am with you
The you I now know not of
The one I am confused
I realize too that I'm surrounded
By everything of you
Down the rabbit hole I go
Like a leaf without its anchor, without you down I go.
HuntYellow eyes shifted in the dark, illuminating black with dim light. His breath came out in a snort; he was still tired but something woke him up. He got up on all fours; stretching fatigued muscles and sinew. Shortly came groaning; he still felt sore from the previous night of hunting. Warmth emanated from him as smoke came through his nostrils. He saw nothing that might have woken him up. Swiveling his head from side to side and then to his back, he chanced across a wound. From hunting? He must be getting old. Or just tired; his mind told him.More Like This
His brain took a while to register the new little change before it came squeaking and hurtling towards him. Oh yes. Little long thing of a son. With brilliant maroon scales glowing from the the fire within, like his daddy. And eyes; not to mention the glowing yellow amber eyes. Junior nipped at one of his larger scales; begging to play. He frowned; he should still be trying to fly right yet he was in the air. And he was proven correct as Junior
A day.Wind ripped muscles across her face as she ran, waves of skin and fur accompanying the initial ripple from her face. Paws hit the ground silently; she must not be heard. Play fighting memories flashed past her mind; refreshing her of training games before a change in prey direction immediately sent her reeling towards the east. She slowed to a prowl; eyes focused on the little antlers as they peered from the long dry grass; moving with her as she slowly sneaked to where the wind blew to her favor.More Like This
It was grazing Good; full prey meant slow prey. She inched closer to it; pausing only temporarily when its ears pricked at the slightest sound or when its tail swished the flies away. Her muscles tensed with anticipation of a good meal; her hunger slightly abated while adrenaline of catching the prize coursed through her veins. She was close enough; any time now.
As the deer bent its neck down for another bite of bland grass she leapt. Into the air and down again; it did not have even a
FreedomPetals blew in the wind, freely frolicking and dancing. She grumbled to herself about the lack of freedom and tossed in the long blades of grass. No one could find her here. It was probably the freest she could be, though temporary. She turned again, and stilled for a moment as she willed herself to be less anxious of the world moving past.More Like This
The wind was in her ears; but she could still hear the rippling and gurgling of the stream below. She closed her eyes and listened closer. They were singing a song to her; the nymphs in it were happy. That made her happy too. Her heart soared at the orchestration of nature. Chirping from birds caused her to open her eyes again, temporarily blinded by the rays of the sun. Orioles flew around; so golden they seemed like they had came directly from the sun itself.
Her restlessness forced herself up; and she took a tentative step towards the slope. Slowly, step by step, she approached the river. Reeds waved welcome to her; and a headache pressed in her
RebirthManiacal laughter filled the room as he watched her stare at her hands in horror. She was kneeling in a pool of blood - not her own. He made her do it, he had to have done it, forced her somehow to totally dissect that innocent young intern. But she didn't know how he did it. Triumph was evident on his face as he slowly stepped towards her, grinning widely with obvious glee.More Like This
"How does it feel, sweet?" He asked, voice barely controlled from bursting into another bout of laughter. "You monster," she spat, "I don't know how you did this, how you made me kill him, but you're a monster, you're sick, twisted, vile, damned-"
"Perhaps, just insane? I am, after all, in an asylum," He grinned wider. He glanced down at an invisible watch on his wrist and whistled. "I think it's about time where my fellow inmates have possibly... incapacitated or even eaten other guards and interns who would be a problem to us.. Now, would you come with me? You seem pretty happy and in your own doozy world while h
Nature's callThe rain seemed unstoppable. Hard pattering on the glass panes would make it difficult for anyone to sleep. Without checking, it was almost guaranteed to flood up to the ankles at the first floor. The cold from the storm crept into the rooms, through the pores of the walls and through the glass of the panes. Each of the household huddled in their woolen blankets and quilts and Gahme, their husky, curled up in her nest of blankets and cushions, sleepily watchful at the glass as lighting sporadically flashed past accompanying its thunderous sister Loud Sound.More Like This
Sonya couldn't sleep. The storm excited her too much. Yet being the frail little skinny thing that she was, she was frozen to the bone. Purple highlighted itself on the base of her fingernails, and her brain hammered her for need of really hot soup. She was glad everyone else was asleep amidst the thunderstorm. She was alive in the night, especially a night like this one, and zero human activity was as orgasmic as feeling the vibrat
The Lost Souls (part one?)Her breathing was hard and fast, and it seemed to accelerate despite people telling her to do otherwise. Intense pain seared through her body, rendering her so faint and weak she could not even scream. She felt as though she was being ripped apart into halves by wolves.More Like This
And there, in all the commotion, the voice in her head told her it was all worth it.
And there, in all the hustle and bustle, he was with her. Holding her hands. Looking at her worriedly and fearfully. Never has he seen her in such great pain.
But at that point of time, she hated him to the very core. Furious at him for putting her through this pain. If she had an ounce of strength, she would have clawed his concerned eyes out of their sockets.
Logically, she knew it would be worth the pain. And she was waiting to get to that stage of feeling than knowing it.
With a greater, more excruciating pain than she thought she would feel, he came out. Several gasps filled the room. She wondered if she gave birth to a monster. Or
Notes on Cornelius as a ShapeshifterA reminder. Cornelius was originally human. He ran afoul of a form-destroying virus which malfunctioned, mutating his body into a genetic hodgepodge of all former hosts of the virus, including himself. Although he's now apparently a monster thing, the virus left his original code intact. Each of his cells contain double DNA strands, one human and one glatni. He's able to express either set at will. But there are lots of catches.More Like This
Just keep in mind that 'unshifted', 'normal', 'actual' Cornelius is glatni, 'shapeshifted' Cornelius is human.
By definition, anything 'magical' that happens in the Network works in conjunction with the nearby dimension, which has different physics. In Cornelius' case, this foots the bill for his change in mass. When he transforms, his shifting field (an area around him pushed drastically nearer the other dimension, temporarily allowing crazy things like all your cells changing at once without killing you) yanks/pushes a whole load of extra matter into/out o
The SpecialistThe SpecialistMore Like This
"Ah, and so we meet again. Sooner than I expected, at that."
The voice floated out of the darkness, and hung in the air for a chilling moment. Then the screaming face of a monster burst out of the shadows and rushed at Avatar Aang's face. The young man kept complete mastery of himself, and didn't so much as react to the cheap tactic. "Greetings, Koh."
The Spirit's face shifted to what Aang considered its default, a human visage painted like an actor of the classic theatre. "I sense challenge in you, Avatar. You have not come for my help this time, but neither have you come in the form with the most reason to seek my unbinding."
"I cannot seek justice as Aang?"
"Justice?" The face shifted to that of a dour old man and laughed. "You humans think you know justice, and pretend it a concept you invented for yourselves. Yet when it comes to paying the price of your crimes," the face changed again as the Spirit spoke, the hair darkening and growing, the wrinkles smoothin
Seventeen (In Phases)1.More Like This
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh
An Intro to The LibraryMore Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
A Brilliant PlanTigress came into the kitchen, knowing she would more than likely find Po. Master Shifu was awaiting them all for their usual afternoon training and Po was the only one that hadn't shown up yet. As she expected, he was there. He was standing in front of a boiling pot of water with a bag of rice in one of his hands.More Like This
"Po, what are you doing?" He jumped a little, startled by her sudden presence, but quickly realized who it was.
"Whoa, you really enjoy doing that prowling thing don't you?" he said turning around to look at her. She smirked slightly, betraying that she did take some pride in being able to prowl silently. "I just thought I'd cook a little snack before training and…"
"Training is now," she cut him off.
"What? Training is…now?" Po brought his hand to his face, feeling like an idiot as he did. "Really? I could have sworn there was at least like thirty minutes left before Shifu wanted us. Man, he's going to kill me for being late again."
"Maybe not kill you," Tigre
Moments During DroughtsIpod shuffle Challenge:More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. Dearest- Buddy Holly
He couldn't help but grumble as he puttered down the street. The nerve of that girl, calling him of all people. She could have walked, had one of her Chlapec hračky give her a ride, called a cab, Something. But no, she had to call him to come pick her up. He pulled up to the front of the University and wondered why he even put up with it.
Then he saw her standing there. Arms clasping her books and a fashion magazine to her petite body that trotted happily over to the truck. She flashed him a smile as she opened the passenger door and began babbling about something or other. Then he