Wish Fulfillment Excerpt: Small Talk by RoloCBaez, literature
Wish Fulfillment Excerpt: Small Talk
The following is a censored version of the original text. All strong language or curse words have been blanked out. The two friends agreed to meet at Rolo's house first then drive together to the party. As the two drove along, they noticed dark storm clouds moving in. It had been a pleasant summer's day a mere two hours before with clear skies and radiant sunshine. Now, a thunderstorm appeared imminent. "Well, that's an ominous sign," said Jake with a bit of a chuckle. "Oh shut up, it's just Midwest weather," Rolo responded as he continued driving. Despite his dismissal, the sight of storm clouds didn't exactly calm his nerves. "I just hope this goes well," he thought as they pulled up to the driveway of the address they'd been given. *** Andrew was in the living room when he heard a knock at the door. "Hmm, did someone order something," he wondered as he went towards the front
Water Music by Happyhedonic, literature
Just a little water music beside the soft moon light A curious fire’s burning inside this delicate night If you want the waves can carry you away Floating you gently unto another plane Just a little water music to ease the daily pain a little water music to send you on your way She turned somewhat startled I smiled, and her body eased What do you search for out in the sea? I asked her nonchalantly, as wet sand squeezed delightfully through her toes It whispers of our past and all we were The secrets of the universe live within the ocean tides Time can change and perspectives become rearranged But, miraculous mysteries always flow within her majestic waves It also brings you back to me, she explained Away from your watery grave I shed a tear and stood with her Soon I knew I would have to go We had the ocean we held each other tight We had this moment we shared the night These sorrows I feel much deeper than fears But somewhere all is well Someday I'll join you there When
2. A New Charge by Memnalar, literature
2. A New Charge
Four years since the war, the land and people carry scars, Tan read aloud, squinting at the page through thick spectacles designed to hook under his horns. 'Beasts horrid beyond imagination stalk the world, and the fabric of magic itself remains in tatters. Red lightning warns of death from tentacled storms, farmers check their barns for stray harpies, and what can only be the footprints of giants are being cast in plaster 'round the Skyknife foothills. Truly an age of madness has begun. "Mangrove has ever had a gift for the melodramatic." a gentle voice said from the library door. Tan started suddenly, dropped the tome. "Father Abbot! My apologies. I seem to have fallen behind on the inventory." Brother Montrose, abbot of Ermine Redoubt, spiritual leader of the Order of Erminic Penitents, and brewmaster of Redoubt Stout, smiled at his charge. "None are as surprised as I," he said. "My own fault, I suppose, putting you in charge of cataloging our collections." He smiled, warmly.