A Demon's Scream- Chapter 2"Um.." He thought, "There's a thing called abortion.. But its not nice I find it pointless..""Abortion? What is that?" Confused at the word that had came from the elder's mouth, Grell sat down upon the soil and stared at Sin. "And what is not nice about it?""It means the people who do it basically kill the baby inside you.. Heartless bastards..""Th-they kill it? Pfft.. No wonder I feed on so many more tainted souls than pure.. Humans are evil creatures" Tracing his tail across the soil and drawing the outline of a human, Grell pounded his fist into spraying the dust and dirt in all directions. "And I curse the one who did th
Absurd InsanityI think suffering is important to understand.So I cast psychologically acid on my eyes to understand the evilMy existence seems so disgusting, but I’ m not a murderer, so what is it?My madness is such a waste of timeDying body one after one, what you see is real and true…I’m scared my turn is already set, somewhere in the time. Time is a cancer, dreams are creative nightmaresWow, life is filled with crossroads, parallels, circumstances and death. My friend, life will cut down our bond and I will never see you again, because your soul reside in darkness… and I will be searching the light alone. Ironically a ligh
Ode to the OrcsThirty pilgrims set off into the mountains and never returned, Their bodies were found to be broken and their wagons had been burned, Looking up into the hills I, the finder of these corpses could see, Dozens of large green men staring down at me, The skulls of the pilgrims had been planted atop poles, The faded green banners of the monsters were withered and covered with holes, They wore the faces of the pilgrims as morbid bleeding masks, Killing these large green men shall be the newest of my tasks…-----Ancient excerpt from a deceased knight’s journal found inside the vaults of Sodom
Ann Won't EatEmbracing your cello, you take up less spaceThan the hollow-boned spruce, bow firm and melodic,Your hair falling out All over the strings.Happy concertos hang on the raftersJust as you yearned for yourself A less-permanent proxy for you;Unbodied.Watching and smiling,The wooden beams modellingWhat we pine for, and though you declineA ticket to the theater, Maybe it's possible you canFind laughter here on the ground-Because it's funny, like we say all the timeWe can't even feed ourselves How were you supposed to feed the baby?And maybe it was rape, But how pure were you to begin with?You still love him, andYou can't undo t
A Demon's ScreamAgain wandering through already seen terrain of 'The Netherlands', Grell let out a loud sigh and ran a slender finger over his pointed fangs; approaching his close and only friend- Sin."Allo Sin! How are you on this hot and frankly same as always day?"Sin opened one eye and looked at him, he then opened his other eye and leaned forwards. "Bored as fuck, like always.. how are you?" He brushed the dust off his hair and sighed, he hated 'the netherlands' it was stuffy and horrible."Same! I am truly getting sick of this boring place.. There is nothing to do but stare at the floor and cough from the dust flying everywhere.. I know
Here Be DragonsHi, Eileen. Sit here. Yeah, lunch is pretty much as putrid as usual. I don’t think I even want to know why the macaroni and cheese is so shiny. I swear, the cafeteria ladies are trying to kill us. But enough of that. How was your -Yeah. Yeah, something is wrong.Damn. I was hoping to do this more gently. I don’t know why I can’t fool you. Yes, I know we’ve been going out for a year, and that must seem like practically forever to you. I guess it is in High School. But it’s still not nearly enough time to get to know someone.No, you don’t know me. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I’ve finally made a decision.No, I’m not breaking up with you.I’m not coming out, either. I wish it was something that simple.Excuse me. No, you can’t sit there. We’re having a priva
Chosen Destiny PrologueThe uphills were gravely ill. The valleys and mountaintops had been barren and dry for decades. The stiff brown grass was never rustled by wind, nor did deer ever graze from it. Birds never sang from the charcoal black trees. Carcasses of long dead animals dotted the StarClan forsaken landscape, not even the devilish coyotes dared ever to come near...However, few ever knew that beneath this wasteland a clan of wildcats flourished. They had not been seen or heard from for so long that they had dissapeared completely from the memory of all, and that is why not even Naru, the wise white fox knew of the existence of these cats that thrived beneath the earth in a vast dark cavern. Under the many layers of dirt and stone the cats of EchoClan survived and lived a great plentiful life. They were shaded from the steaming sun, only a few thin rays were able to penetrate the crust of earth and sprinkle their warm light into the darkness. A glittering silver river flowed freely betwee
A Charming IllusionAlluring plumage, Radiating amethyst, navy and olive. It kisses the earth profoundly, displaying its beak. Feathers ascend; its display for all to see. Egotism at its finest, tenacity pure,yet isolation at its center. A body with such aplombbrimming with uncertainty.
A New Adversary (excerpt) At first it seemed that Rényn would continue walking on, and Twipple and Azaleas thought it safe to relax a fraction. Suddenly the Dark Guardian quickly spun round, and in an instant had disappeared. Brutal and merciless was the barrage of attacks as Rényn suddenly appeared before Arion, striking viper-like at the Soul Guardian’s head and chest with a flurry of vicious blows, lashes, and blasts of red energy emanating from his dark palms. Arion’s reaction was swift. He began blocking Rényn’s attacks with his shield and arms; quickly ducking and transporting from the path of the Dark Guardian’s furious attacks. Adrenaline coursed through Arion’s veins, he no longer felt the pain of his injuries, but his body was stiff and abilities rather weak; it had been a while since he had last used his abilities to such an extent, and even longer since he had been forced to move so
The Advocate - Chapter 1 - A Thief in the Night"Now, brothers and sisters, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night." - 1 Thessalonians 5 Within shadows cast by a waxing crescent moon, a young, inexperienced thief anxiously anticipated his opportunity to strike. His profusely sweating body was on high alert, with senses heightened and heart pounding against his ribcage. Contrary to his primal desire to flee, he willed himself closer to his destination, edging alongside the smooth granite wall of the compound towards the only accessible entrance – a colossal wooden gate dwarfing every other structure in sight, save for the resplendent mansion it served to protect. The cool night air did little to ease his nerves. A lack of wind only heightened the tension, while rows of birch tr
Quetzalcoatl: Part 12Tristan sat there on his knees, still slightly in shock by this latest revelation. He could feel Cynthia's exhaustion in every breath she took as she leaned heavily on his shoulder. Sweat mixed with tears and rolled off her red face in bullets, landing on Tristan's still soaked clothing. She was too weak to even shake anymore, only give off the occasional twitch as the egg continued to pain her. Each of her breaths was shallow and forced, sometimes cut off by a dry sob. Her wings, waterlogged from the river, hung limp at her sides."We need a fire," stated Demetri. "The longer she stays wet, the more strength the cold is going to take from h
Quetzalcoatl: Part 11Cynthia shook like a leaf, a result of the harsh combination of cold night air, wet clothes, and pure exhaustion. She hadn't eaten since being in the naga's custody, and the lack of energy was taking a serious toll on her body. Demetri could only watch her, tight-lipped, as she suffered. As much as he and Cynthia needed sustenance, she also needed to be protected. Demetri could only pray that Tristan returned soon with something for him to sate the burning thirst in his throat."Demetri," Cynthia whispered through heavy breaths, "I'm going to die, aren't I."Demetri looked at the disheveled girl in shock. Cynthia, the girl who would never e
The Return of the DragonIt was dark without you. It felt like a part of my soul wasn't there - just a gap; some thin air through which nothing could pass. An absence of mass. Heart-dances wrecked me, but now you are back. Stand with me- Stand over-Stand in me. Rise to your full height, Dracul. Spread your wings outward andtake in the darkness. Turn it to light. Breathe into vastness and power my flight.
Looking UpAaron fumed.It was his day off, and here he was at work anyway, two hours to close. He hated training people, but tomorrow was a big day, and he would pay for it in the long run if he put it off. He had been home alone, wasting time, but the principle of it still bothered him. He practically lived here these days.He exited the car and slammed the door. Then he noticed a young man, probably a college student, standing at the edge of the parking lot. He was on the grass, looking straight up at the night sky. A full moon gleamed overhead.In his funk, Aaron had forgotten the full moon! It almost always cheered him up. He smiled and called o
Fantasy Writing SampleChapter OneRed blood met the mottled green of the forest floor in a torrent of spent life, splashing over the leaves and coating the array of colours in an all-encompassing red wave that dried steadily, darkening as it did so and blending subtlety in to the colure of the surrounding forest. A further, smaller, fountain erupted as the knife was ripped fiercely from the stags neck, Jelki smiled and hummed a strange tune as he cleaned the blade, replaced it and drew another. This second blade was longer, for-curving, and slightly serrated, designed to slice through the rough hide and hard, now taught, muscle. "Out of the trees with you boy" he
Building A Fantasy World ArticleBuilding a worldBuilding a world for your novel can be as enjoyable as writing it, seeing a whole country flow from your mind onto paper is truly exhilarating. However as with any creative venture it takes time, patience, dedication and, of course, enthusiasm.Let’s begin at the beginning, before cities, towns, castles and forests exists the land itself which forms the blueprint of what is to come. Coastlines and mountain ranges dictate where the rivers will flow and thus where forests will grow and small farming communities (the basis for cities) will spring up. So, back to the creation, the first thing you should really do is draw t
T.F.D: Chapter 12 Three days after the events of the usurping of the Valiquen throne.Water rocked the small rowboat this way and that in the choppy winds. Mírérne tried to hold his breakfast in as he tried to row upwind through the treacherous river. Looking behind him Mírérne could make out flags and towers high above the rocky outcrops in the river. It seemed that not too far away now was the town of Giusu’Nieri. Mírérne wondered to himself what he might find there.Mírérne continued to concentrate on his rowing. Cutting through the howling win blaring into the back of his hair Mírérne aimed to tack through the water and out into the bay where with luck the rowing would be easier going. The rowing was hard work and made the commander sweat but knowing Harral was somewhere in town made Mírérne push harder, work for each metre he made.His pack was wet from the waves overlapping into the small
Lord Reson and the Multiversal Puzzle BoxLord Reson and the Multiversal Puzzle Box: A Nava–Verse AnecdoteAge 337 Relative: The infamous Lord Reson, leader of the Arcane Order, the mysterious being whose goal was to become the sole ruler of the Underworld and conquer the Nava–Verse, sat in a slouch on his throne, a ghastly seat composed of bones collected from every extant humanoid race in the Prime Galaxy, deep within his well–hidden floating bastion of darkness located behind a veil of darkness just beyond the edge of the Prime Galaxy. This castle, known as Fortress Reson, was a palace similar in architecture to that of a Xoultac yet distinct from it and many times larger than
Schwarze MagieIn einer längst vergangenen Zeit herrschte einmal ein Werwolfsrudel über einen riesigen Wald, irgendwo auf der Erde. Dieses Rudel sorgte für Ruhe und Frieden in diesem Wald. Jeder der störte, wurde verjagt oder getötet. Doch das sollte sich ändern, denn ein starker Feind machte sich auf den Weg in das Revier der Werwölfe um nach einer alten und mächtigen Reliquie zu suchen. Wenn nötig mit allen Mitteln…Die Sonne schien warm durch die wenigen Wolken am Himmel und der Wald steckte voller Leben. Die Vögel in den Baumkronen sangen fröhlich ihr Lied, die Bienen flogen summend von Blume
Naechtlicher LaufGemächlich gehe ich in Richtung des Waldes, der nicht weit von meinem Haus entfernt liegt. Ich folge einige hundert Meter dem Weg und verlasse ihn dann. Viele Büsche und Zweige der Bäume machen es mir nicht leicht, doch ich biege sie zur Seite und bahne mir einen Weg durch das Gestrüpp. Fast ziellos gehe ich einfach nur geradeaus, bis ich mich auf einer kleinen Lichtung wiederfinde. Ich sehe mich um und stelle fest, dass es bereits zu dämmern beginnt. Momente, die mir wie Stunden erschienen, stehe ich einfach nur da, genieße die Ruhe und die frische Luft um mich herum. Danach ziehe ich mir ruhig T-Shirt und Hose
Complaining"So what does Twin's Nights entail?" Cian asked as he and Mercutio followed behind Damien.The lanky boy shrugged, pushing some messy white locks from his face. Cian couldn't help but notice the way that the boy walked. Damien moved like an animal, not like a human. Light footsteps that were careful, his toes always spread as if they were paws with pads. He also seemed to be haunched, as if he were expecting things to jump at him and he needed to be able to fall on all fours to escape. Stretching his senses Cian could feel people in the area, nothing that terribly dangerous. Not yet at least."Twin's Nights is a lot of singing and da
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