Originator - Chapter 16When I woke up, I felt the snow beneath my body and tears streaming down my face. I was face down, and my glasses looked as if they were cracked on the left lens. Before I could fully sit up, I felt myself being lifted off of the ground and thrown onto someone’s back.
“Monassa?! Won’t she slap you if she wakes up and finds she’s on your back?!” I heard Rago panic slightly.
I looked up with one eye and saw that Monassa’s face was as cold as ever as he replied, “No. She shouldn’t have fallen behind in the first place. Now she’s just wasted more time.”
Wow, and to think according to Senthai I picked Monassa’s friendship over his. Perhaps I liked people who were mean to me when I was a kid. I did not say anything as I felt Monassa move me higher on his back, causing me to have the side of my face be against his shoulder as he said, “And besides, it’s not
Originator - Chapter 15
When I had caught up to my companions, I tried to push the thoughts of the small child out of my mind. However, no matter how hard I tried, the small boy just stayed there. I shut my eyes and banged my head with my hands. “Get out of my head!” I said under my breath, tired of having random visions.
Rago looked back at me concerned and opened his mouth as if to ask me something, but stopped himself. Instead, he looked back ahead where Monassa was and kept walking.
I wanted to tell him I was all right, but was stopped before I even started as he said, “I wouldn’t tell Monassa you saw that. It would make him be further convinced you’re not on our side.”
My eyes found their place upon the ground, and then up towards Monassa. I placed my eyes on Rago and asked, “Why is Monassa so…?”
“Hot-headed. Easily annoyed. Opinionated.” Rago said, trying
Originator - Chapter 14
When I awoke, I found that the room was still dark, and Rago was still asleep. He was close enough for me to touch him. I stared at him for a moment, noticing how his features oddly enough were not horrible according to my blurry vision. I touched his hair and instantly became jealous that it was straight and seemingly flawless in every respect. He even had natural highlights if I remembered correctly!
I pouted just a little bit as I stared at him before I felt my way out of the bed and followed the directions I was given to find my glasses. I stubbed my toe along the way, but held in the yelp of pain that normally would have come out. My eyes watered as I felt around the table for my glasses until I found and put them on as fast as I could. I looked up at Rago to see if he moved, considering I hit the left portion of the base board. He moved a little bit, but only to turn around it looked like. The blood on his
Originator - Chapter 13I blinked and found myself standing in the circle on the platform of the Council Room of the Weeping Glen. I looked around astonished as to how I was here again when I had seen it disappear. I looked ahead and found that the wall that held the Council was no longer there, and the portal I had gone through before was nothing more but a distant memory, the glass on it shattered as it was no longer in use.
I heard the humming of the portals, but one seemed to be more high-pitched then the others...and it was coming from my left. I looked over and saw that it was the portal closest to entrance. Before it was a deep variation of colors, but now it was black with purple specks just as the other one had been. I looked down at the thin walkway that led to the portal, and began to feel woozy as I saw the drop below that would greet me if I fell.
Taking in a deep breath, I kept my eyes forward and began walk forward as carefully as I could.
Draconic SteelEven the archmage didn’t see him until he had already appeared, so potent was their rival’s magic. When the fell mage stepped out from within a solid stone wall, Precidil could feel the magic flare up from behind her, Lionel’s surprise as evident to her as daylight.
“What on earth…” he breathed. To his credit, he composed himself in an instant. "Precidil… stand away.”
The archmage’s expression hardened; with a sweep of his arm, he cast his cloak aside and strode forwards, brushing past the Heiress Draconiae and taking a traditional battlemage’s stance.
“You’ll go no further, worms,” the rival mage hissed. “Malketiem’s horse is saddled and his feet are swift. Fight me if you dare – he’ll be gone long before you’ve a chance to even see his cloak in the wind.”
The dark mage’s body lit with a hundred runes, all a pale, sickly shade of red. Corrupted crimson magic billowed
NecromancyGive the gift of life!
Become a necromancer today!
Well, who would have thought that this silly ad that hung on the door of a shady magic shop could be true? I mean sure, it was a magic shop and all but Necromancy? That was so old school, dammit!
Hello! This is the twenty-first century, we have better ways to revive people than to dress in black robes and chant gibberish. We have Philosopher's Stones now man! You pay a shit load of money for one, but you live forever - 500 years actually, but that's beside the point.
Necromancy sounded absurd. That was until I stepped into the shop anyway. I was 19 at the time, a senior year student in the magic academy with a less than an average record. I was a hydromancer, just a fancy word for someone who made it rain. I could manipulate water sure, but that was pathetic. There was an abundance of us to the point being a hydromancer was an insult more or less. Why oh why wasn't I born with cool powers?
Teary Eyes and Long Goodbyes - Short Story"Why are you crying?" he asked her, his voice gentle and full of concern.
She lifted her tear filled eyes. "Well, if you must know," she said quietly, her pitch wild and her voice shaky. "It is because you meant more to me than I did to you." She swallowed slowly and lowered her eyes again, readying herself "Although it was brief," she continued. "I cherished what I thought was your friendship. But then you told me that friendship cannot not exist between a man and a woman, and in as much as we were never lovers I must then conclude..." her voice trailed off as the pools in her eyes overflowed onto her cheeks. "... Then... I must conclude that while I cherished you as a friend, that you only ever saw me as a stranger—or at least... a person as forgettable and inconsequential as a leaf that caught the breeze going past your shoulder in some season of your life."
He was still for some moments. "Miss Rosa—"
"It feels unfair," she said
For Convenience's SakeThe city was at its most dangerous when it rained. It wasn’t a regular occurrence, to be sure; the wind farms out beyond the eastern boundaries were often sufficient to blow entire storm systems away. That being said, when it rained in the Glowing City, the world below became as much a hell as the hyper class made it out to be. For the lowers, the thick, heavy droplets brought rain that burned the eyes, bleached the color from street signs, and brought forth a choking mist from the gutters as it washed the grime of a month’s pollution into the chemicals beneath the city. With it came the anger – the unrest. It was like a full moon, back when the stars still came out at night, the restlessness, the frustration, the fury that settled old scores long after the matter had been resolved. Shawen pulled his plastic coat tighter over hazelnut-colored skin and sprinted through the streets, hoping against hope that he’d make it to the project with his life still in his ha
Soldier!Levi x Nurse!Reader | Retaliation [WWI!AU]Levi stood in line along with three of his comrades under the sweltering heat of the sun, sweat dripping on his forehead while he was waiting for his fate. He closed his eyes as he heard an officer yelling something behind him, he had fought enough. He had no regret left. Or perhaps he had one. Sudden fragments of recolletion flashed in his in mind. "So it was true after all" He thought as he opened his tired blue-grey eyes to stare at the sky one last time. "Why do I remember this while I’m standing at the gates of death?"
So one more time, he allowed himself to plunge into reminiscence.
With the back of his hand, Levi wiped the sweat and dirt off his forehead as multiple gunshots resounded in the battlefield. His soiled hands trembled with both fear and fatigue and his heart was pounding heavily in his chest as screams of fear and agony echoied relentlessly. He took a deep breath and scowled at the sight of the mud that covered the trenches,
makeshift umbrella | bertholdt x reader
Bertholdt Hoover and yourself never really acted upon communicating with each other before for three reasons: Bertholdt was quiet, and you... Well, your first reason will come up later. Your second reason was that you weren't exactly adept in making more than a few close buddies—which was usually only two, maybe three. The only two that you hung out with was Ymir and Christa.
Despite Ymir's sassiness and even crude nature at times, she was a good friend. The both of you shared arguments a lot, but they were never negative. Friendly banter, if you will. With cursing. And, as mentioned before, crudeness. Christa was also a sweet girl—you would never take advantage of her kindness like some have attempted before... Before getting a whooping from Ymir.
Your personality, despite being a little loud, silly, and overbearing at times, was still shy of interaction with others. There was j
Erwin x Reader Tango
A/N: Musical ambiance to this piece is provided by the link below.
He appeared out of nowhere, a smile in hand, and a nominal “care to dance” dripping from his lips. A slight nod indicates your willingness to join him; the ethereal stranger leading you to the center of the room by the small of your back, his strong hands sliding effortlessly into place. Orchestral notes befitting the tango float their way inward, its signature strain dictating the outward thrust of your entwined arms, the undulating movements of your languid strides. At the appropriate measure, your accomplished partner dips you generously, exposing your throat to his empirical gaze; uncontrolled imaginings of his index finger trailing the length of your trachea shuddering your chest and limbs, visions of his tongue following not far behind.
The sanguine male uses this pause in movement to coyly introduce himself but, before you can utt
In My Dreams (Levi XReader OOC)- One Shot!
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She felt so alone. Sitting in an armchair in her bedroom, staring out a massive window that had the shades pulled all the way up, she gazed up at the massive moon. It engulfed her room in a murky light, occasionally darkened by a passing cloud. The moon would outline the cloud and make it stand out in the night sky.
She however, wished she stood out like that cloud in her world.
She wished for someone to notice her, talk to her, take her hand and lead her somewhere. She wished for nothing more than to be noticed by someone.
The moon looked down upon her and she looked up to it as the only thing that listened or heard her. With the moonlight caressing her skin, she closed her eyes and was lulled to sleep.
When she awoke, the moon still lit up the sky. But she noticed her massive window was opened.
She got up from her armchair and closed it, after a short second to allow the crisp air to sooth
this is hospicesome of the most homely comfort
i've ever known,
i found in hollowed-out bones
built from the sticks and stones that broke them.
our hearts beat like gravediggers knocking on tombstones and
i thought shovel-on-stone wouldn't
change me, but
at the end of the day it was just as
and our teeth, they chatter like
hammering against each other until
there's nothing left to prove and
all that's left is a powder residue on every bathtub rim
(the one in the sink is tinted red,
and that's how i learned how hard it is to
hide your mistakes).
i could never take it back.
the long nights and unintended words that
filed me down to nearly nothing,
but i found home in recognizing the
pain in others' eyes and
the ones like me, they
taught me how to hide it
(that's how i learned that once you've felt it you'll see it no matter how thick
they layer on lies and pretend).
there was something of peace in knowing
i wasn't the most broken but
i was still drawn
the world spins (slowly / all at once)i'm trying to remember what the
ghost of your hand feels like
wrapped around mind, but
the feeling and the warmth got lost
somewhere in time,
i just wish it was stuck in the present
so i could feel it
it surprised me:
the delicacy in the way you extended your palm,
and i settled my hand in yours (expecting nothing) but
you took it like
it was an instinct,
like you were supposed to,
and i don't think i have ever felt more at home
(i've had so many "homes"
so many moves and relocations and abandonments and
broken promises but
you didn't make promises with your voice and i think
that's why it was different).
you ran your fingertips absentmindedly across the skin of my knee
peering out through
the rip in my jeans and
i felt it all the way in the pit of my stomach, and
i tried not to think about how much i'm going to
i don't think i'll ever get over the way
you so effortlessly
made my heart stop
(and simultaneously made me wish it
to restart when even on my b
cinder palms and burnt fingertipsyou move like a wildfire.
in ten seconds you've covered all the ground beneath my feet and
i'm standing on a bed of ashes;
maybe i'll collect their remnants in
little mason jars and
spread them from the wings of
airplanes so they can finally know
what it feels like to be in the clouds
(above everyone else instead of
always walked over).
maybe i'll breathe them in to know
what it feels like to have your lungs and
throat covered in smoke without
falling victim of addiction, but
maybe i'll get lost in a haze anyway and
maybe i should just
this place looks like a
but all the tombstones are yours
(or mine - your memory and my soul
buried side-by-side) and
the ghosts live inside me and
the skeletons in my closet.
(maybe i wish i had never met you).
maybe my life wouldn't be missing so many
puzzle pieces then, and
things would finally make sense,
feel a little less empty,
a little less confused,
a little more relevant and
in the very least i wouldn't have the
Shattered Memories | Chapter 3Eclipse looked at Gale and then at the cat he'd called Billy. It was clear something happened between him and the southern village, thinking how all the others had re-acted. But it was nothing she'd ever been told about. Or anyone else of her friends.
Gale started to slowly walk towards Billy, his teeth showing and his tail lashing back and forth behind him. But the blue-gray cat didn't move, he just stared straight into Gale's eyes. When Gale was almost right in front of the cat, someone jumped up to Billy's side. It was the cat that had caught Eclipe's gaze. It was a ginger cat with scars over his nose. He looks almost exactly like Eclipse.
He started snarling at Gale, but Billy swung his tail in front of the tom making him stop. "Stop Cazimi, you don't have part in this", he mewed to him. Cazimi nicked and flashed an angry look at Gale before he turned around.
Billy turned to face Gale, a sneer on his face. "Don't tell me you're still angry about that?" It was clear he was taunting
Shattered Memories | Chapter 2The sun shone brightly down on the white forest, not a cloud in sight. Cats were starting to gather in the village clearing. Tomorrow was the festival in the capital, and they were going to travel there today.
Eclipse stood with her tail and head held high. This was her first ever festival. Cats only got to go there once they'd finish their training. It was Ashton's and his littermates first time too. And Cassie's. It was unusual for a cat to go to the festival so soon after they'd finished their training, but Cassie had gotten permission to go.
The other cats from the southern village that were going were Gale, the village chief. Jesper, Jacob, Minty, Riley and Cassie's mother, Heather. Usually there were more cats going, but quite a few had fallen ill when the cold had arrived.
Eclipse waited for Gale to give the signal they were leaving. She felt some sitting down beside her and looked to the side. It was Cassie. She looked both nervous and scared.
"Do you think they'll talk bad abo
Shattered Memories | Chapter 1Thick snow lay over the forest floor. The trees standing around were leafless and covered in frost. The faint sound of a bird could be heard from somewhere farther away. Sunlight shone down on the snow covered forest, making the white snow shine.
A snow covered bush rustled and a light ginger she-cat stepped out from it. In her mouth she carried a small, scrawny mouse and an old blackbird. She stood gazing over the snow covered for a moment before she started walking away. Her ears twitched as she heard someone coming towards her. Her head whipped around and she spotted a gray tom walking towards her with two mice in his mouth. The ginger she-cat put her prey down as the tom came closer.
"You managed to find a blackbird? That's great Eclipse!" The tom mewed in a cheerful tone. "I'd thought they all had gone to the capital by now".
Eclipse nodded. She had been just as suprised when she'd seen the bird trying to look for food in the snow. The blackbirds from both the southern and norther
Shattered Memories | PrologueTrees swayed back and forth as wind swept across the black sky. It made a howling sound as it touched the tree crowns wittering leaves, and some fell down to the ground as if knocked down by the wind. A pair of bushes rustled beneath the trees, and a cat walked out from them. It was a tom. His fur blue-gray, and his eyes a piercing yellow color. His jaw and front paws was smeared in something red. Blood. And it looked fresh, like it only had been in his fur for a moment. In his mouth he carried a bundle of fur.
As he had walked a few meter from the bushes, a light brown cat jumped in front of him."Who's there?" Snarled the cat with a threat in this voice, his neck fur standing. From the sound of his voice, it was a tom.
"It's just me," the blue-gray tom answered as he sat the bundle of fur down on the ground. As it got in toch with the cold ground it let out a high-pitched squeal."Where'd you get that kit from?" Asked the brown tom as his fur laid down again. He bent down to sniff at t
One Little Spark- Chapter 24 The shrieks have echoed throughout the room of a den where Rachel and her friends have been taken. Stalagmites and stalactites tower and dangle from the ceiling and the floor below. Along with them, dark colored sand dunes are piled all around as well as stacks of remained carcasses of beings who have previously visited the cave and have been tragically devoured. A green haze is floating in the atmosphere, much like the one Rachel and her friends inhaled when they got deeper into the cave. It definitely smells the same and the consistency is much thicker down here. The den is dark all around with no source of light except for the light of the eyes of the creature the tentacle holding Rachel belongs to, to which Rachel felt the need scream at.
Below her is a horrific creature unlike anything she has ever seen. The eight tentacles that resemble the amount of an octopus’ rise up to the ceiling are connected to a gia
One Little Spark- Chapter 23 The fog in the cave aroused the dreams that have conjured in Dreamfinder, Figment and Rachel’s minds. With their minds fully active, their bodies have become too numb and motionless to move. Nothing good or bad is happening to them at the moment; none of them can tell if anything is happening at all. They are not noticing themselves being dragged away by their legs and Figment’s small body. Their arms, upper halves of their bodies, and their heads dragged behind making a trail as they went along. Even the dirt of dirt running by their cheeks could not wake them up. If they would wake up, they would likely faint again from smelling the green gas above them. The lower and deeper into the cave they went, the heavier the dose of the gas is. At this point, there is no way of the three traveling adventurers to wake up and avoid whatever possible dangers lie ahead of them.
Some moaning grunts are heard from the th
One Little Spark- Chapter 22 The heat of the desert has increased in temperature to near extreme measures since the Dream Machine arrived with its passengers. There is no sign of an oasis anywhere and chances of finding any natives lurking across the sand for help are very slim. The Sun grew intensely hot on the crew as if it were no less than 100,000 feet away in distance.
Rachel’s shower definitely served a purpose for her tempered body from sweating and continuing her argument against Dreamfinder. Her only thoughts were of Yuna taking refuge in the necklace Dreamfinder specifically made just for her. It’s an accessory, not a hotel room. Occasionally, Rachel would hear Yuna humming and watch her necklace glow a bright blue every time she giggles. Not since they met had Yuna shown herself out of the necklace. At least it gives Rachel a little privacy and a fresh peaceful mind…for the time being.
The Guilty Among Us (WIP)Have you ever wondered what lines are made of? What is it about them that makes them so unyielding to cross? What makes them obscure to my eyes? I do not know, and maybe I never will. Wonder gives off a strange feeling, but I’m mostly confused. I do not feel like an evil being, I’m not ill, I just wish to lay my companions to rest. What makes that a bad thing? If they have such a great afterlife, what is so nefarious about sending them there? Why are they so afraid to go?
I have been playing with the idea of universal selfishness. I would be executed for my ‘crime’ but I think all beings are mostly mournful to see something familiar to them be taken away, or shifted. I do not count on their grief, and I’m regretful to cause it, but It interests me so. It is strange, to be something so revered, and still do something so out of character. But you don’t have to be a human to feel.
Maybe you’re confused. I am sorry. I am not used to confiding
Seeking SolaceThe pressure causes the wood to creek, dust pushing through from cracks that the earth forced open. The space from the ceiling to my nose is no more than the width of a thumb and the white silk almost brushes my nose. My eyes are closed, though the bed is dark, so I doubt I’d of been able to see anything anyway. Its funny really, the circumstances that led me to this underground place.
Something wiggled in my ear and if I could I would have sighed. I’m lying of course. I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear. It’s so dark all the time and all I have is the ability to exist. If I knew it would be like this, I would have been cremated instead. Maybe than I wouldn’t be here, knowing that bugs are slowly removing my body, even if all I feel are phantom pains or tickles. That’s probably just me going mad or thinking about it too hard.
I think about everything too hard these days. After all I’m incapable of doing anything else. I’ve come to the co
End of Deliberation - Flash Fiction"Oh no," she said, pulling her hand away. "That's your good silk handkerchief!"
He smiled and persisted in his action. "It's a thing," he told her. "And you're a person." He tied it neatly around her injury. "End of deliberation."
Celebrate the natural.What woes could we have to mourn? Our own mortality could be the best reason to mourn. Without the understanding our genesis and revelation, there is nothing but the norm to mourn. Birth brings promise of renewal and progression. Youth is envied and celebrated. Death bring fear and mourning. The old are forgotten, shunned, neglected, and hated. What is natural in this cycle is perverted and twisted into serving our selfish desires. We see that our eyes want and we find the means to take it, by any means necessary. When we see something precious, something that adds to the beauty of your soul, one would want to capture it. But to uproot what is naturally beautiful is to bring it its death.
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