With a polite smile, Killian excused himself of the company of the nurse and slipped out into the hallway beyond the unlabelled door. At the centre of his second sheet of paper, the sheep sketched the small infirmary and the hallway outside. Choosing a direction at random, Killian went the other way.
After only two minutes of wandering, he stumbled upon a pair of double doors at the end of a hallway, but endeavored only to examine them after he had connected the two maps. He was most surprised when he eventually found himself standing at a doorway to the lobby.
Noting it on both maps, he spun on the spot and retraced his path. The halls rem
Humanity, The people walking the halls of woe manor were some grotesque imitation of them. Beings only human in silhouette, and among them was Killian De Moure. A flaaffy was not who he was, but instead what he had become. In the empty darkness the man stood, bearing only a strange device in his hands, which he rose to his eyes.
A brilliant flash of light followed and Killian’s eyes snapped open, bringing him back to whatever reality he inhabited. He was staring at the ceiling, the wool surrounding his head cushioning him against whatever surface he lay. He didn’t know this ceiling. Its pattern was a collection of large squares,
Closing the lounge room behind him, Killian looked down the hallway, his eyes sweeping the edges of the floor. Natural light shone from under the doors lining the hall, and no flickering meant the occupants were apparently not present. Was he the only guest? At this point it felt like maybe he was. Weston, Klaus, and those strange one-eyed staff were the only people he’d seen so far. Perhaps his best bet would be to move door to door, checking if anyone was home.
Along the second floor’s west wing he drew no responses, only the dull echo of his knocking in the room beyond each door.
Down the side stairs to the first floor, Killi
As Killian emerged from the library’s maze, he finally caught sight of the siren who’se muttering lured him from it’s clutches. At least, he wouldn’t call her that to her face, she didn’t much look to be the kind to care for flattery. She wore baggy black clothes and had checkered yellow and orange skin with a crinkled tail and 3 toed feet. “Nice choker” He smiled, walking past the girl and sitting at the table and grabbing a random book to read.
With his back to the stranger, she finally turned around to look at him as she put the last book back on the shelf. The lass strode over to him, leaning on
The first thing Killian did after waking up the next morning was to roll over and look at his sketched floorplan. Something about the atmosphere told him he was going to be here a while. Perhaps it was this strange sensation of being watched? As he went to flick to the back page to start a diary, a single word on his map stood out to him; ‘Library’.
Something was familiar about the idea of a library, some warm feeling he couldn’t quite place. He closed his notepad and stashed it in his pocket before looking at the pencil. He’d used it to write last night, but where had it come from? Unwilling to be unnerved, the Flaaf
Killian drew the key from his pocket as he stood at the counter, a notepad tumbling out along with it. Was it the notepad he had suddenly felt and the key had just been lucky enough to be there too? There was no number on the faux old-fashioned key, so he returned it to its pocket. As he picked up the notepad, Killian had the strangest sensation. It was as if he expected to find drawings within; pictures of faces, but nothing. The pad was empty, though as he felt his other pockets it should have been expected; he had no pens or pencils with him. Perhaps he kept them stashed in his fleece?
“Ah, a new face” A voice squeaked kindly
He was reaching for the door handle, and as his hand was halfway to it, he froze. How did he get here? What was this place? What was this door? He could see a doormat beneath his feet, old and fibrous. He could not make out any pattern in the dark, nor at the angle he could see it. He tried to turn his head to look away from the door, but instead his arm moved closer. He tried to step backward, get some space between himself and this unknown door. But his body refused to follow his command, his hand moving ever closer; inching toward the door in place of everything he tried to do.
He was stood there motionless, mind adapting to what his eyes
Wilestome Stone, heir to the… rocks? Stood at the base of the stairs with another student, wringing his hands as he looked up toward the top floor. The Dean had been a little strange the past couple days, and some students wanted to see what was going on. Why had he volunteered for this? Could he actually do it? Of course he could! They wouldn’t have asked him if they didn’t trust him. They went over the plan again; Wilestome would run upstairs and play with anyone guarding the Dean’s office, inviting them to play chase! But they couldn’t know it was him.
The Linoone nodded, it was time they started preparing. T
Lincoln was awoken by his head being smashed suddenly against a rough, hard rock protruding from the water. The moment the stone struck his skull his eyes launched open. The soaking man lowered his legs and grabbed the stone to prevent the next wave doing any serious damage. Blinking in the starlight he surveyed the beach around him, unable to see more than blurry shapes. The clouds above masked many of the stars, the moon's brilliant light only barely shining through as they drifted across it. After scrunching his eyes a couple times, Lincoln was content he was conscious enough to begin shuffling along the large stone outcropping. Feeling sa
Welcome to my gallery!
Figured I'd do this for people new to mine, if not story galleries in general.
First thing you'll notice is that I have a large number of literature, this is because I cannot draw or paint or make 3d models etc. I can write though, so I do. I do take commissions for written works, such as descriptions of images or songs, emotional pieces or the like.
Second, you'll notice that my stuff is in general a lot shorter than what you usually find in literature folders here on deviantArt. The reason is because I like to create pieces that can be read quickly and in free time. The length isn't born of some laziness, but inste
The sun was finally setting. The day has consisted of almost nothing but travel, with the few interludes where the young man had to sit and wait for the next mode of transport to arrive. Kaili was sitting on the deck of the ship, drink in hand and feet on the chair opposite him through under the table. He'd only come out when the sun had settled down and the cool wind had begun to blow. With a sigh he placed the half empty glass on the table and got up. Inside, the room was mostly empty except three or four tourists and the bartender behind the bar. While the bar did sell alcohol, it was not the exclusive product for purchase. The bar was in
The nineteen year old's hair barely swayed as he looked from the glint of the sword jutting out of the clifface below, to the little balloon creature clinging to his arm. "How do you think it got there?" He asked aloud, fully aware the balloon wouldn't answer him. "Some kid could get hurt if they found it though." he groaned. Getting down there would not be easy. But he couldn't leave it laying around, he'd seen enough bleeding kids. None of that thanks. The cliff was too sheer to climb down here, besides, falling on that sword would probably be worse than just falling normally. Looking to his right, then his left, and right again, Kaili scan
He was sitting at a small table outside what he assumed was simply a coffee shop. The weight of their eyes upon him made the young man slightly uncomfortable. "Thanks" He mumbled. The three standing around him instead moved to sit around the table as if joining him. "I'm fine now, just a little heatstroke" He knew they could see through the lie. "I'm just going to go for a walk in the shade over there" He pointed to a path leading up the mountain a little, shaded by the towering rock and the trees it wound itself through. They kept asking him questions, simple questions. Questions they probably assumed were completely reasonable, but he could
In the morning light he sat. Resting on the edge of the cliff on route 1, looking out across the ocean. Alone with his thoughts, Kaili yawned. He should be asleep, there is no point being awake this early- "Mind if I sit?" A voice said beside him, the young man didn't look over, just shrugged. "Thanks" the man responded as he sat beside the boy. "Strange, isn't it?" He said, almost to himself Kaili thought. "You ran from everything; the system, your 'friends', the doctors, but not the voices." The man was difficult to look at, as if some part of Kaili's mind didn't want to turn his head, didn't want to react. No-one knows, this had to be a ha
Had he wanted to be melodramatic, Kaili would say the colours blinded him. Large displays could be seen all about Iki 'town', many favouring a yellow flower Kaili had not seen before and assumed to be a native species. The other flowers used appeared to be a similar or perhaps even the same breed, though present in pink, red, and blue varieties to a far lesser extreme than the yellow. The fire braziers that he'd noticed first time were now decorated with arrangements or large leaves, and the space above the heads of 'traffic' was an interlaced web of cords supporting a scattering of spherical lights slightly smaller than the young mans head.
Stepping out of the large building, Kaili was once again face to face with the festival crowd. However, now that the battles were over, most people were simply milling about enjoying the atmosphere. A smaller grey pokemon, the same shade and with similar markings to those that lifted the arena momentarily, was on its knees cleaning the wooden platform. The young man sighed as all he could think of while watching the creature was 'wax on', 'wax off'. It was apparent as he glanced around, that most people ignored the small pokemon. This was likely a common occurance, or even the pokemon's job perhaps. The young man's left hand had grabbed his h
"Hello Sir" The woman behind the counter smiled sweetly, her head tilting to the left. "I am the pokemon center nurse" She continued, with the same perky, kind tone. "I am here to help. This message is being delivered in English because your passport, which was scanned when you entered, is from Unova." She nodded once, blankly staring at or maybe through Kaili. "If you would like to change this setting, just say so. If English is sufficient, we welcome you to Alola. The pokemon center is here to help." The young man shrugged and placed his three pokeballs on the counter. "I will take your pokeballs for a moment, to heal your pokemon. You will