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Spine scares a kidSpine walks frustratedly along the path in the park. He had been sure that getting out of the house would be a way to alleviate the stress that Rabbit had been placing him under, but Rabbit’s insistence in coming along had rendered any possibility of peace impossible. With his fedora tipped low over his bright green eyes and steam venting frustratedly from his cheeks, he tries to ignore his older brother’s presence.
Rabbit had taken to throwing a ball at his back intermittently as they walked in an attempt to get him to ‘lighten up’. On the contrary Spine was becoming angrier and angrier with each ‘thump’
Powerless - Chapter 05The ambulance took Jack to the nearest hospital, which wasn't far from where the call had been made. The ride only lasted for a good 15 minutes. The paramedics did everything they could on the way. They never noticed that Jack's hair was now darker. The brown color was now about to reach the tip of his hair.
As soon as the ambulance made a stop in front of the hospital, it's back doors flung open and the two paramedics rushed inside with the stretcher. As soon as they entered the building, other doctors that were around went to them and helped them.
One of those doctors took a pair of scissors and made a cut from the bottom to the top of Ja
- RIP -I was never able to rest in peace. The earth isn’t so quiet as you might think, see; it’s full of hidden life, creatures with no legs, many legs, things that scurry and bury and squirm and churn. They find your flesh like bees to honey, and they never sleep, never settle, pulling you into their grotesque celebrations and never letting you leave. One would have to sleep like the dead to get a good night of rest there.
I could hear them in my head when I slept, insects tapping to each other, scratching in titbits of some secret code, etchings on the inside of my skull. Rude, intrusive beasts, they were. They flooded my ears and nose and mouth, filled every opening they could find, and still it wasn’t enough; their bites were painful as they tore away my skin, but I couldn’t do anything to sway them, my muscles stiff and bones locked. They filled my flesh and reduced the delicate architecture of my body to a festering, writhing mess; I was a crumbled palace, forgot
What Has to be DoneZee sat curled into the corner of the couch, lost in her thoughts again. It seemed like she -always- was, these days. If it wasn't her own self-conscious bashing her confidence and self-worth into even smaller pieces, it was the twisted memories leaving her feeling broken and empty. If it wasn't the memories, it was her worries, tearing her apart with guilt, fear and indecision.
She thought of Tillivan.. The fact he was still out there somewhere, waiting for the next time he could attempt to break her spirits down again. As if they could get any farther down.. She thought of Undertow, and the fact that he was after Cerzz, who had all but disappeared from her life.. Just like everyone always did.. She was tempted more than once to seek her 'sister' out at the Citadel.. But if Cerzz was avoiding coming to Sennon to see her, she wouldn't want to push that.. Cerzz had likely just realized what a mess Zee truly was, and decided she wanted out.. Zee couldn't blame her..
As always, Zee's thou
Serenade a Fine Lady - KotF“Scel. What are you doing.”
Neverthrive had seen a lot of things in this place. Weird things. But this was strange, even for the constant level of background strangeness that permeated the group like some sort of socially awkward radiation. This was…just bizarre.
Scelerata—inexplicably-appointed ‘leader’ of the fine group of misfits—had positioned herself in the tallest tree she could find on the compound grounds. Well…’position’ may be the wrong word. It implies a certain level of thought, premeditation, and purposefulness. ‘Stuffed’ might be a better word.
Shades of the Conquerori.
It began and ended with blood, as many lives do. He was born red twice over: red-faced from lack of air, as he bawled aloud without pause for breath, and red all down his body from his mother's birth-blood.
He began as any child does, with strawberry-stained fingers, and cherry juice dribbling darkly down his chin; but in time he grew to crave danger over sweetness. He loved roses for their thorns and redcurrants for their bite. He scorned the blandness of yew-berries, but found great pleasure in stripping the flesh from their seeds all the same, knowing it was death that passed so delicately between his teeth.
The sword was meant for h
The Forsaken ChildrenThe sudden scream had Caleb out of his seat and running in the direction it came from before he was fully aware of what he'd just done. The Archives mainframe was already crunching the data and reporting to him what was going on, but he already knew that whatever it was wasn't good.
Gabriel's signal had suddenly gone haywire.
Caleb burst into the common area, standing in the doorway as he quickly scanned the room to assess the situation.
Catherine looked up at him in a tearful panic from where she knelt on the floor. Nearby her were Ladawna and Neveah, both of whom were struggling to keep Gabriel still.
Gabriel was flat on his back on the
Talk of the Queen"I have no idea what possessed Albert to marry that hussy Talphenia," said Lady Hilda of Little Fold.
Lady Hilda and Dame Salvia were sipping mead in Hilda's castle while their husbands were out hunting in the forest. Lady Hilda was baroness and liege lady of Little Fold, the smallest, but also the proudest fold of Foldland.
"You know I visited Talphenia in her castle at Copper Fold once," continued Hilda. "She made me take off my shoes and walk about in my hose just to keep her precious carpets clean!"
"Yes, Aunt Hilda. She did the same thing when we Dawn Guard wives were invited to the royal castle. Still, we were impressed with the beau
.: She Lived :. She lived in a world where thoughts floated like paper, tossed carelessly into an arcing, ochre sky; where air currents brought her whispered news of times past, of the present, of things to come, and things never to be. She could read lowered eyes, and drumming fingers, clenched toes and curved lips, pounding rain and drifting snow, hail and lightning and sunbeams. I never had to say anything outright, she always felt it.
Or maybe she was told.
I dismissed it as modesty; I thought the Earth spoke to no one.
She’d gaze out at the waves of our hometown and frown – they were churning, her stomach was too, she was expecting the
50 Sentences - Equestria Edition1. Journey
It couldn't be helped when the travel bug bit and both Caleb and Gabriel left their home to walk the world and absorb knowledge and music respectively.
Annoyed by the inaccuracies of their guides and the various maps they had gotten while traveling, Caleb put himself to work on launching a few satellites into space and gave Equestria a GPS network and real-time mapping system.
Shining Armor had to admit that Caleb on his own was a formidable Guardian Angel, and Gabriel even more so when he was guarding his brother as he slept in the shade of the Mana Tree.
Rarity could see how much effort Gab
50 Sentences Challenge1. Wall
If ever one loses track of him, just remember that Gabriel has a strange fondness for perching on or strolling along the tops of walls.
"I find it puzzling that I apologize for actively trying to murder all your dearest friends and you tell me it's all 'water under the bridge'."
They work well together; one designs the cities and buildings while the other tears them down when flawed or corrupted.
Sometimes it's as simple as one saying 'Hey' and the other quipping 'Oi'.
And other times it can be seen in how they arrange themselves so that each is protecting the other with all the lo
Texts From Last Night Prompt 97(248):
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
"So, honestly," Wren asked, partially out of curiosity and partially to fill the awkward silences that usually came up whenever Martel turned Caleb into Caleia for whatever reasons the Goddess had, "on a scale of zero to 'unmitigated disaster'... how drunk is Gabriel right now?"
The redheaded angel blinked slowly at him, her face with that neutral expression Wren hated to see because it reminded him of the flawed perfect neutrality that had caused so much suffering for everyone. She then turned her head to gaze out from the patio of the Starbucks they stopped at for coff
Showmanship"Bravo! Bravo I say!"
"Again! Again, that was amazing!"
The loud applause beat about the room from the standing, cheering audience as the dancer-jester twirled around in a half-bow-half-dance motion which dizzied his watchers slightly.
Roses and other, more exotic blooms were tossed to him and he gave a sweet laugh from behind his gilded, gaudy full-face masque, at once quiet and loud enough to carry over the raucous cheering. Deftly, he caught each and every flower as it fell, gathering them into two massive bouquets, one in each hand. After the last flower was caught, he stepped slowly back about ten pa
Its such a beautiful simple word, dont you think?
As you read the word
I guarantee you,
Your perfect partner will just enter your thoughts
Hes was tall.
I had to stand on tippy-toes to kiss his inviting lips!
He had the most jet black silky hair.
How I loved to curl his hair around my finger!
He had such come-to-bed eyes.
That turned out to be full of empty promises and deep, dark lies!
He had the most dazzling smile.
That captured my heart from the first second I saw him!
He had the gentlest ways of touching me.
That turned out to be given under false pretences!
BlackoutThe shop was silent when I abruptly burst in, arms curled around the four books. I called out to my family; there was no response. With a sigh, I set the books down onto the counter, and reached out with my mind. It wasn't particularly hard - not with the practice on the vehicles in town - but it was certainly strange. It was like feeling, a non-physical hand that could either touch individual objects or flatten into a blanket to cover everything. Naturally, the most prominent 'feeling' was that of metal: cans, shelves, screws, even the coins in the cash register. By my waist, I sensed the multitude of coins hidden in my wooden box - with my
Weapons or SpellsEven after Eydash moved on after gruffly nodding in response to Cadhrein’s stammered thank-you, she remained in the same place for a long moment afterward. The weight of the mithril blade in her hand instantly reminded her of the pride that she had felt when bringing home her first true blade- a hunting knife that was barely large enough to qualify as such, but still a hair too large to comfortably fit in her hand. That pride had fallen all too quickly though, when she gleefully revealed the simply wrought blade to her father, hoping for approval. In no uncertain terms he had explained just how much of a waste of her money the long-sought after purchase had been.
“You will train in the ways of the druid,” he had told her then, leaving no room for argument. “Just as your brother did before you, and your mother and I did long before either of you. Those of our kind do not rely on the artificial defenses of weapons, for we have the very heart of nature at our
Strange DreamsCadhrein shook herself, drawing her cloak back over her shoulders as a barrier against the cool air that heralded the oncoming winter as she sat bolt upright. Footsteps creating an obvious trail where she had intentionally left none of her own. Brief glimpses of many animals that always lingered just out of sight. Impressions of a warning that she barely understood. Above all though, Cadhrein realized as she tried to make sense of the images and feelings that lingered from the dream that had woken her hours before her turn at Watch, there remained an almost overpowering sense of regret. What that was from stemmed from though, she had no idea.
Calliope blinked, amazed to find herself still staring into the inky depths of night. The collective music of snoring and night time sounds whispered in her ears. Oh the joys of living with others. She rolled over onto her side, glancing at Lulubell sleepily. The vixen was watching the room with her mysterious gold green eyes and for some strange
The Hollow Hills"Why are the hills hollow?"
The young child's question was innocent, naive, and asked in an earnestness that could not be persuaded, no matter how much he wanted to reroute her questions to another day... if ever.
"These are special hills," he said finally when his daughter's antics grew more lively as she awaited her beloved father's question. "Each of the hills has a waiting place for one person, and one person alone. When it's their time to go on the next...."
For a moment, his voice halted, his thoughts splintering as he thought not only of how to word the answer, but also the renewed sense of loss. "When it's their time, that person
In the Blink of an EyeIt takes me naught but a moment
The part of a blink, when the eyes are closed
Closing the shutters of windows that show all that's real
For me to see the other reality that's awaiting my return
To a world that I'd rather be in.
All I need is
The scent of wood fire smoke,
A rainy day with a heavy cloak,
A loaf of crusty bread and a slab of cheese,
The freeing laughter of friends, or
The clashing of swords in earnest combat.
And in that moment,
I will be there, in that other place,
Where homework and work
And the mundane things of life
Do not pester my every thought.
Take me to that place
Where that world
of flying pendants and minstrels'
Together as OneWe are the ones
Who wear the cloaks and robes
Of our fantasy realms
In our mundane lives.
As a shield against the
Trivial, insecure, mundane,
We raise our mugs and voices high,
Calling out to our common friend.
Bonds forged in steel, tempered by
Geek. Nerd. Gamer. Crazy.
Like bird of a feather, we need no other.
Bound by cords of common interest.
Each with a story of their own
To tell, to share, to discover anew.
These are our stories, these our words
Our treasures, hidden in the layers
Of our worlds.
An Argument Against TextingWarm rays of sunshine filtered through the cool early morning shadows, bathing anything they touched in the glow that only late summer and early autumn could create. It was, perhaps, one of the best ways to start the day. Though the gates had opened only a quarter of an hour prior, the back streets were still all but empty. The earthen roads had been packed down the day before by throngs of visitors and patrons alike, and the dust had settled enough over night to no longer pose a threat to floor length skirts or longer. It was this world that my companions and I now ventured into once again. Ranelwen would join up shortly, but until then we f
Picnic Suppers with FriendsThe hearty and slightly sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted over the row of merchant stalls, subtly drawing us towards the next row, where both the show-cased blacksmiths and baker had set up their shops.
"I don't know about you two, but my stomach's about to turn inside out on itself," Captain said as we meandered through the crowds, browsing our choices.
"As is mine," I agreed wholeheartedly, "and if you two aren't opposed to something rather hearty, I'll treat you to the perfect cure."
"If you're talking about the baking bread that I've been smelling for the past ten minutes," Ranelwen replied. "There's no need to ask twice!"
"Perfect," I replied. "If I'm not much mistaken, I think that's a rye bread of some kind in the ovens now."
"I"ll chip in with some soup to split between us," the pirate added. "Make a meal of it."
"Sounds lovely," I agreed. "Meet us back here in a bit to find somewhere to settle down?"
After her nod of agreement, we split ways as Ranelwen and I lif
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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