Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight. The dark halo of her hair was barely visible, even under the full moon. She shambled when she moved.
I stared at the girl, unable to think anything other than 'zombie', though I knew it wasn't possible. I stayed as still as possible, crouching under the crumbling stairs. I didn't want to spook her and I didn't think she had seen me, yet.
A low moan floated in the still night air. My heart raced and my mind cycled through all the zombie apocalypse movies I'd ever watched. Maybe...?
I shifted my weight. I had to. My knees were about to give out. Keeping still on bent knees for a long time wasn't in my skill set. But I moved too much and the girl heard.
She stopped moving.
I waited, breathing shallowly in my chest, hoping she'd keep going. I figured I could outrun her. But the stairs that kept me hidden would be an obstacle if I had to flee.
After several minutes, the girl continued her shuffle. It looked like she was moving toward the
The Winds of Nord [part 1 of 5] by PeachyProtist, literature
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The Winds of Nord [part 1 of 5]
Footsteps scampered across the gravel of the cave. A group of armed men crammed through the fissures to get to the other side, coating the safety equipment they wore from head to toe in debris. Panting, exhausted and at their limits, they pushed through until they reached an open space, the light from their helmet shining the way and their hands firmly on their assault rifles.
All of them headed straight to the centre where they saw the object they were hunting for. Some of them, periodically checking their six. Bending down, with hands on their knees, they took a moment to catch their breath. It had been hours long and their journey was nothing short of a nightmare.
In the silence of the cave, one of them heard a crackling sound. "What was that?" he asked, aiming his gun to the unknown.
They scouted the area for threats and saw nothing. They were alone in the caves.
As soon as they turned around, a wail from one of their men startled them. Against all logic they had known
TG Community: thoughts on Hogwarts Legacy drama? by Goro-TGs, literature
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TG Community: thoughts on Hogwarts Legacy drama?
I made a post about it earlier today, but I figured I'd make a literature post like this to get more attention and people. I'm curious as to what people in the TG community (whom I know sports it's fair share of LGBT peeps) think about Hogwarts Legacy, the attempted boycott, and all the drama that's spawned from it. Feel free to be as honest as you want in your reply, but please refrain from shit-slinging; keep it civil.
What's Beneath? Dissociative Identities by EchosKhimera, literature
Literature
What's Beneath? Dissociative Identities
Glass walls cracked and fractured,
A world all our own where toxic gases bloom ,
The inner world the self that is cut in pieces ,
Rebuilt held together with light threads,
Locked in knots with a meaning of hope that encounters horrors before revival the heaven of perfection the eternal hour,
Sleeping minds speak,
Four vocal tones differing inner monologs convert from, Debating logic to pure reason,
To be release to breath,
When the outer perception Is reviewed showing what beholds Perceiving of a vocal singular chameleon ,
The host a possession that looks genuine,
But as natural,
As the perfection of pearls,
While three sleep dormant;
For the one speaking,
Becomes like a symbiotic lover,
Protecting the original host from destruction,
Emptiness is when I start to breath in a full blown reality,
The stillness of mental clarity,
When the inner child dissolved with agreement of safety,
While the mental code designed and a behavior like a double helix, Twisted engineered sends