“Murderer is more like it,” he said in a disgust-tinged voice as the last shot rang out. Grimly surveying the carnage, he lowered his weapon. Shaking his head and running his free hand through his hair, he continued, “Not like more of these things won’t just pop up tomorrow…”
“Or the next day…or the day after that…” he heard from his left. Glancing that way, he saw a woman; girl really, in faded blue jeans and leather jacket.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking away again, keeping watch for more dead rising.
“Is that anyway to greet your l
“NOOOOOOOOO!” she woke up screaming, anxiety clawing at her insides like undead fingers from a grave.
She remembered the feel of their greasy hair and wet lips moving along her neck; of being held by large hands against a wall; the cold steel of the dagger against her throat; and the sound of her garments tearing as they were roughly removed. A thin red welt now flattered her neck like a necklace of shame.
In the grey early morning light, Locke dressed. Work did not stop just because one had recurring nightmares.
Donning dark brown boots and matching mask, she strapped on her ash bow. Smirking at the reflection in the mirror
Running. She was always running. Though, given that she was someone who had a habit for acquiring items through less than legal means, she understood it. Not that this made her enjoy it anymore.
“Stop! Thief!” she heard someone exclaim. Turning her head, her obsidian hair whipping, she collided with a solid wall of giant and fell.
Sprawled on the ground, she looked up through twilight bangs. The giant loomed over her, arms crossed, glaring at her with his pig eyes. She began backing up, as the guards closed in through the crowd, her hand brushed against something round and metallic.
We come looking for hopes
that are in our dreams.
We come from our homes
looking for jobs.
We come to find family
and a better life.
We come to America
for all this and more.
We pass through Ellis Island.
Going through the exams,
tests, and all.
We just want to be Americans.
We never lose sight of that
because it is always in
our hopes and dreams.
It was a moonless night when the hordes came. Hideous creatures that had the features of rats but walked upright like men. They struck terror in the hearts of all those who saw them.
The Ratmen gathered on the field outside the city of Aleysta, the capital of the kingdom of Aurulia. There was one thought on their simple minds: conquest. They stormed the castle.
"We cannot hold them back!" the captain yelled.
The horde had struck just after midnight, seemingly coming from everywhere. The night watch had been the first to see them and had sounded the alarm.
"Sire, we must flee. The city is lost," Sir Ren said in hushed tones to th
The child stared into the darkest cave she had ever seen. She thought she could hear someone snoring from inside, but that could very well be the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks behind her echoing from within.
She crept closer. She had never seen this particular cave before, and she had been coming to this beach since before she could walk. She looked up and down the shore. Good, she thought, he's no where in sight. She did not want her pesky little cousin to see her. All she saw were the waves crashing onto the shore and the gulls hovering over the sea.
She crept farther into the cave. The walls were smooth and black, as
There. She saw it. A beautiful stag that looked like it could provide enough food to last the tribe a couple of weeks. If they dried some of the meat, it would last longer. The pelt could be made into shoes or clothes for many tribesmen. The antlers would be good for trade, especially with the Summerset Tribe.
"Do you see it, Sylvie?"
"Shhhh!" she hissed at the man next to her. His name was Naoru and had been her best friend since childhood. He had golden blonde hair and eyes as blue as the stream before them.
"But Sylvie! It's beautiful!" Naoru whispered excitedly. A couple of the other elves began whispering too.
Considering removing all my deviations and reuploading them to redo my gallery. This would probably mean resubmitting them to various Groups, but I'm redoing something with the stories and stuff, so it may need to be done.
Either that, or I may star ...
Sorry if it seems like I've been dead around here. Been really sick and trying to stay out of the hospital. Focusing on class a lot. In a writing workshop now, though, so should have some updates soon!
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