Originator - Chapter 24“Perhaps if we found Rago and had him bring us up to the top of the mountain one by one, we would be up there in no time.” Senthai said after a moment of silence.
Monassa rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh. He had already seen Cho exit through the Blutguinem, the doorway to the inside of the mountain. Ashe stood next to it, his head tilted. His hazel eyes asked a simple question of Monassa – How long are you going to stand there before you decided to follow her?
Monassa looked over at Senthai again, wondering how long it would take the Cleric to notice the portal. He then sighed again and said, “Are you strong enough to stand on your own?”
Senthai looked over at the Conjurer and replied, “I…I think so. Why?”
“I just need some time to think by myself for a moment.” Monassa said in a weary voice, “You don’t mind do you?”
Senthai looked as if he did not trust his companion, but sa
Originator - Chapter 23After what felt like hours, we had finally reached our destination. We all stood there and looked up at the mountain, the clouds rolling all around it and darkness enveloping its peak.
The snow fell even harder now, while the sun, though covered by the mountain, was high in the sky. The mountain sounded as if it were alive, the wind blowing through the caves as if it were moaning. I could feel Senthai trembling as he looked upon Calanthe, his breaths becoming heavy. Rago looked over at us, his face becoming filled with worry. “Is Senthai all right?” the boy asked.
I looked over at Senthai, his face filling with pain. I went to answer Rago, but Senthai put his hand up and said, “I am fine Rago. Don’t worry about it.”
Rago looked at us as if unsure if he were going to believe the Cleric, then put his gaze directly upon me. “Do you believe him?” Rago asked me through his thought
Originator - Chapter 22I could feel the sun’s rays upon my face through the pine needles. I wished to stretch my arms, but looked up and found that even now, Rago’s wings were holding me there. His head was still lying on mine, but I found that my hand was on his leg. His face looked so peaceful while he slept...not once did he have a nightmare or a vision. Oddly enough, neither did I...it was actually strange to not have one for once.
As the sun began to alight Rago’s face, I watched as he began to open his eye, the peaceful look he had before still there for a moment. He looked at me and gave me a small smile. “Did you sleep well?” Rago asked.
“I slept well? You?” I asked, returning the boy’s smile.
Rago nodded his head, sitting up slowly. He then raised his hands high into the trees, his wings spreading out wide and slowly fading into thin air. I stared at him, fascinated and wondering how
Originator - Chapter 21As Monassa watched out the window as Cho climbed up the tree, he couldn’t help but feel as if it were his fault that Rago was upset. He could always tell when he had done something wrong. Stupid Monassa! Stupid stupid Monassa!
“I should have told him. I should have said something while we were walking to the Cathedral!” Monassa scolded himself, banging his fists upon his own head.
“No need to be too hard on yourself Monassa. Not like you lied about killing his dog or something.” Senthai said as he came out of Rago’s room, his arms full with many random things and a satchel thrown over his body.
Monassa could feel his patience already wearing thin, and the Cleric had only said one sentence. He turned his head towards Senthai and said, “Do you have to speak while I am thinking?”
Senthai raised an eyebrow and said, “Monassa, that’s not thinking. It’s throwing a pity
Leira's Story - Pining for a PetI really just want to get this done and over with—because let’s be honest: I’m a bit too kind to my friends sometimes. It’s already enough that I don’t really ever complain about how they distract me when I’m trying to write, but things become even more stressful for me when they want a new pet.
I don’t want to give off the impression that I’m hating on my friends right now; in reality, I couldn’t imagine being on Earth without them; not only would things be nowhere near as exciting as they are now, but I wouldn’t have somebody to comfort me when I’m feeling homesick—or anybody for me to comfort when they’re dealing with the stresses of school.
Still, Rian’s sudden decision to go find a pet really has me annoyed. I’m trying to keep this book PG, though, so allow me to conjure up some words that describe how I’m feeling right now:
Not a bad list, right? I’m
Everything ElseI don't know my name or my origin, my parents or my age, the feeling of love or even death, but I do know everything else.
Two dimensions are plenty enough, but quite boring once you've gotten the hang of it. Three dimensions add a whole new layer of complexity to everything I do—but nowhere near as complex as this fourth dimension I have decided to call Time. I live in a world of length, width, depth, and timespan—and just as I can look down and see the length, width, and depth of an object, I, too, can witness just where an object is going to be as it deteriorates—or even how it got to where it is in the first place.
I oftentimes run into an issue of determining what is and what was at one point in history. Hopefully you three-dimensional readers can understand (I say this while you look at what is essentially a two-dimensional surface), but your languages are all very limiting to me when they only refer to the universe as three dimensions. I don't know why it is yo
Holding to Hope - Flash Fiction"I am predisposed to believe the best of everybody," she told him. "Except when it comes to how they perceive me. All too often I decide it is the more viable option to prevent myself from hoping they will think well of me... but consequently I often discover that in an effort to guard myself from disappointment... I needlessly linger painfully in despair, spending so much time inside my mind, desperately attempting to come to terms with my sorrowful 'reality'... one wherein I am despised by all those I most passionately admire... convinced I can never with their love, I try to ascertain a method of achieving happiness without them." She looked up into his eyes. "I contemplated how I might live contentedly without your good opinion... Only to realize that no matter how long I considered the matter... believing that you disliked me I could feel no peace... The only thing I could feel... was misery. How I wish I were a stronger person... One who could merely be certain of the truth and n
Endearingly Declined - Flash Fiction"I'm not deceptive.. and I'm not unkind. I may not be the most beautiful person in the world—far from it but I—"
"Dearest," he interrupted her, gently. "It's not a question of what qualities you possess or lack. I assure you I do like you. I think you're one of the most charming, amiable young ladies I have ever had the good fortune to become acquainted with but... But you see the issue lies entirely with me. I couldn't give up my lifestyle - not for anyone. I am happy just as I am."
"But don't ever feel lonely?" Angelica implored him, an urgency seeping into her tone. "Don't you ever come home to an empty apartment and just— I mean I know you have friends but I thought—"
He took her hand into his. "Yes," he told her, softly. "Yes, I won't deceive you, I do feel that at times. But don't you see? It's not like acquiring a possession where you can just go on living your life as you did before and only ever pay any mind to it when it suits you. Yes, I have an empty
One Little Spark- Chapter 26“…Dreamfinder…Dreamfinder…Dreamer?”
The infection of the Abiteth’s residue has left Dreamfinder in a state of a coma for who knows how long. As it had spread, his sense had grown weaker and weaker. Thus, he fainted, for Dreamfinder is done for. If that is the case, then how come he can still hear Rachel’s voice? Her sounds are murmuring and echoing towards the sick man’s ears. His eyes tighten as he manages to wake up. Then Dreamfinder’s eyes lids open heavily and are filled with a fuzzy blur followed by a grassy texture of his feint eyelashes.
Through that grassy blur he finds a peachy-tan and reddish blob sitting beside him. As the blob continues to move, the Dreamfinder’s vision becomes clearer. Soon the blob’s figure begins to take the form of a familiar person. When the blur becomes more vivid, he soon realizes Rachel is sitting beside him. The Drea
One Little Spark- Chapter 25 The Abiteth barely misses its catch as it reaches for the Dream Machine. One large swipe from its spider legs would be enough to slice the Dream Machine in half from the balloon to its wheels and suction pipe. The one leg swishes past it the Dream Machine, blowing the afterburning of its wind against it and tumbling it sideways. The wind tumbling it into losing its balance to stay afloat affects the passengers onboard. The reaction has made Dreamfinder fall off of his chair and onto Rachel. His eyes widen at the sight of Rachel’s granted wish she secretly wished for from her necklace.
Above him, at Rachel’s feet, he sees a metal weapon in her hands with a handle, six barrels and a trigger: a mini gun. Cold and black was its image. It has a built-in rocket launcher at the center and is carried like an assault rifle. Where the heck did that thing come from, Dreamfinder thought to himself. Seeing it in
I Love You (Levi XReader)- One Shot!
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She let out a scream, the noise falling out of her mouth like a river. She saw him struggling for dear life to get his gas working, but it was no use. A massive beast looked toward him with its expressionless eyes and started to make its way over to him.
She started sprinting for him, her gas almost out. She wouldn't let him die, not today. He is Humanity's Strongest, he must survive. No matter the costs.
The short man stared the giant being down with a menacing glare, waiting for his end to come.
'Use your blades, Levi!' She thought as she continued running as fast as she could toward him. Why wasn't he using his blades?
"LEVIIIIIIIII!" (Y/n) screamed as loud as she could, but he did not hear her. The sounds of the wounded and dying swept her voice away.
She watched in horror as the Titan reached down with its massive hand. But it did not connect with Levi, instead there was a blur of mot
Thunder (Levi XReader)- One Shot!
(Y/n) stood at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. She was alone in the house since her boyfriend Levi went out to get groceries. She hummed to herself and glanced out the kitchen window. She noticed the sky was a dark gray, meaning a thunderstorm was bound to happen.
"Great. Just what I needed."
She would never admit it to anyone, not even Levi, that she was terrified of thunderstorms. She had always been since she was a little kid.
She finished with the dishes and wiped down the counter, waiting for Levi to walk through the door so she didn't have to be alone. The massive dark colored clouds taunted her as she continued wiping.
(Y/n) finally finished cleaning and walked over to her couch and sat down to watch TV. She kept glancing at the front door or listening for a car door to slam to tell her Levi was home and she could cuddle him under his arm. The TV didn't drown out the pitter-patter of the rain that had started to fall and crash into her window. It was loud and heavy, the
Unworthy and Ashamed - PoemYour eyes that look to me
Are filled with sympathy
Oh how I wish you'd turn away...
For the person you now see
Truly deserves this misery
This is the price that I must pay...
My betrayal was unforgivable
No not one choice I made can be condoned
But to someone as good as you it must be inconceivable
That I am simply reaping the seeds I have sown
Do not bestow your comforting words
They are ones I have no right to hear
Their sweetness is but a two edged sword;
Inspiring undeserved hope, and guilt;
For my actions toward one so dear
You say I was confused
But I knew exactly what was what
'Mistakes are made by others too'
But if you think they compare with my own they do not
I was the one in whom you'd trusted
Why must you still be so naive?
Anyone else would give me justice
Not think to offer me mercy
You say it's alright 'cause I'm repentant
But that doesn't change just what I am
You're supposed to prosecute the defendant
Not set them loose so they can hurt you again
You want to save me f
Come Back to Me - Song LyricsI try to gather your traces
Into a coherent thought
To explain how this life you embraced is slowly falling apart
My soul had been empty
And I had felt so alone...
Why did you ever come to me if you were only going to be gone?
For so long time had merely passed me by
And without any reason; I slowly grew dissatisfied
In a world without color, so tasteless, darkened and cold...
Your vibrancy, sweetness...
Your precious light and your warmth;
They filled me up, and... they brought me such joy
I'd finally had enough, and... I never knew how soon all'd be destroyed
Tell me, just why did your brilliance have to fade so fast?
I thought I knew every angle
And that I'd cut us to fit so we would last...
But I guess some shapes just have that relationship
One may adequately surround the other; but still leave empty spaces
And I'm so very sorry... that I was not enough for you
I was just so content I... guess I always just thought you were too...
In the days to come I'll reminisce t
Gracefully Given - PoemMemories resurfacing in my mind
I tell myself I've moved forward
And yet it seems I've left my heart behind
And all my emotions are in disorder
Chaos reins within my soul
I keep repeating visions to ascertain flaws
But it seems that you played a truly perfect role
Always telling me I wasn't the villain when I was
I was selfish and unthinking
I was cruel and cold, unkind...
Time passed by without my blinking
You finally woke up and then left me behind
And no the irony's not lost on me
That the good person you imagined you saw
Although but somebody I have never been
They are someone who is slowly but surely coming out now
You awoke my slumbering conscience
You reached in and stirred up my love
You were good 'til the end despite my lack of compliance
And when I'd found I'd chased you away I finally saw who I was
You were so compassionate, considerate
And all the while I was only blind
You tried to make me well but you couldn't fix
This wretched, ruined, twisted mind
And though I'll ever e
A Heart Held Back - PoemStiller than a statue
Your breath is stole away
For the eyes that are looking at you
Speak of things mere words cannot convey
A peaceless poignant longing
And a most restless reckless heart
A soul who'd do almost anything
To ever be right where you are
And though the mind may be set; decided
That this body bound must not pursue
Nevertheless the flame you've ignited
Shall only ever burn this bright... for you
Promotion or Pacifier 1Summary: Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers. An age regression story. 3 min read.
That night, Gary went to bed with hope for tomorrow. He had not felt that way in a very long time.
True, there had recently been a brief stretch where it seemed things might turn around for him. He had, after all, every reason to believe that he would be the one to fill the opening left by his boss’ departure. It didn’t matter that the other programmers at NoviTech were more adept at keeping up with technology’s rapid pace of change, nor that his personality could most generously be described as “prickly.” He had been at the company longer than any of the uppity brats he had been forced to work with, and that’s all that mattered.
Soon, his messy divorce and the grind of a go-nowhere career would be behind him. Gary would bubble himself within his office against a world that seemingly had no use for him.
It was, then, to
Ripped Pages #1: On the OffensiveFrom up high, the predator seemed like little more than an afterthought of something horrible. Perhaps there was one point where somebody thought it was a good idea to let this creature spring up along everyone else on this planet—but now neither the father nor the son standing by could imagine a good reason for wanting this giant bird in their midst.
But there it stood: a lone sorumat sleeping upon the ground. Ironic that the flightless observers creatures stood up in the trees while the bird slept along the soil—but this made it all the easier for somebody to take it down in one fell swoop.
In his hand Jeynun held a club that had been put together by his father—who stood right by him in this high-up tree. The night was still, meaning their scent could not be carried to the horrific animal. Not even the sound of the bird's breathing could be heard, making Jeynun wonder if there was any point to killing it at all.
That's not normal, the sweating boy realized. <
It Doesn't Matter #3: Tiny StomachNo matter who I talk to, everybody treats food like it's the most amazing stuff ever—and I guess to each their own, but I just can't see the way they do. Yeah, what I basically just said is I don't really like eating. Like…at all.
Sure, there's that basic human desire to fill myself up so I can live another day; I know that feeling, so don't start asking if I'm some kind of alien or whatever. I still sometimes feel that clawing in my gut that forces me to start acting like a horny animal in the wild until I can feed myself, but moments like that are few and far between. Most of the time when my stomach rumbles, it's because something didn't settle with it; that kind of thing happens all the time.
By my side is a little lunchbox with “Jocelyn” written in all capital letters. Meanwhile a half-finished bowl of cereal is sitting in front of me, beckoning me to do something with it. I get the feeling that if this were alphabet cereal, it would say something like
Beyond Life - Chapter 27Title: Beyond Life
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters/pairing: (eventual) Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my own play-through of the games and whatever my head manages to come up with when it comes to the story and situations. ... Sadly, I don't make money out of it.
“What is Best for You”:
The smell of incense was thick and heavy in the air, making Dorian’s already throbbing head hurt more as he slowly came back to himself. It was a small blessing that the room he was in was dark, but the fact that he was laying on a blanket on the hard, stone floor cancelled out that rather quickly.
Groaning, Dorian carefully managed to turn himself around so he was on his side, using his elbow to prop himself up while touching his head with his free hand.
He was having trouble remembering what had happened, his last clear memory being of him inside his bedroom. Exactly what had happened after..? He could re
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
Sentiments Undisclosed - Flash FictionHe knew it wasn't possible. He knew it wouldn't change anything, and yet somehow... somehow he almost dared to believe it would. His lips had met hers in an impulsive, passionate show of affection. He had felt her flinch slightly at the unexpected contact and yet... in the following moments she did not make any movements to distance herself from him... not in the very least. He had even briefly thought maybe he felt her return the action a little... Perhaps an inadvertent insight into her true feelings... Perhaps an involuntary show of pity for him... Perhaps... Perhaps... But it didn't matter. She had given him her answer and so it didn't matter. She may have been lonely... but he was not the one who could fill her loneliness. He was not the one she needed. He slowly pulled away from her. The parting hesitant, painful... as though he were extracting a physical part of him from its other members. His trembling hands released their gentle grip on her arms also. Mere moments passed. "I a
Because She Was Quiet - Flash Fiction"As much as I like you I just... I just don't think you like me very much. It seems that you mostly just pity me."
"Oh? What makes you say that?" he asked her, concernedly.
"Well... because... I'm so quiet. In all our time together I've said and done very little. What could you like about me, save the fact that I am quiet—which is merely the concealment of one's self. No... I don't expect you like me very much at all," she finished, softly, her eyes fallen away.
"Yes, I like that you are quiet," he told her, smiling amusedly. "But that aspect of your personality says a great deal more about you than you give it credit." He took her hand in his and came closer, bidding her to look up at him. She did. "You say little because there is little you want to say, and you act little because there is little that needs to be done. When you are quiet, you are not merely silent... you are deep in thought or listening intently to those around you whenever they speak... even if everythin
Ballad of the LostStung by the wrath of the gods,
falling in between wars and hate,
despair wove its way into the hearts of Kaine.
Never had there been such sorrow,
as rainbows bled with tears.
Help us! Lift us up!
The people prayed,
but the gods had turned away.
Hope was barely a glimmer left in memory.
There was nought but helpless fear in the horizon.
Staring at the night skies,
abandon by those they served,
a falling star streaked across their sorrowed hearts,
leaving a rain of light upon those who saw.
Lift your voice across the sea,
stars that shine,
Though your hopes have gone astray,
Light is there for those who seek.
Star after star raised their voices in song,
echoing throughout the the heavens.
Such hope and love and beauty wove a tapestry of colored light,
their song taken up by the lost and abandon peoples of the realm.
Never had such light there been to lift despair.
A symphony of wishes so beautifully crafted.
The gods were swayed by a Light they could not deny,
Imprudently Discreet - Flash FictionHer smile faded slowly, and he noticed a distant sadness appearing in her eyes. "What is it?" he asked her, softly, breaking her away from her thoughts. She glanced up at him briefly and smiled a bittersweet smile... The sort one puts on more to reassure someone cared about than as an expression of true feeling.
Silence reigned for some long moments, and he could see her fighting the tears that were brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she attempted to arrange her abstract thoughts on the troubling matter into something more coherent. Part of him wanted to prevent her, knowing it caused her pain. He wanted to tell her to forget it and offer her something else more cheerful to ponder... but at the same time he knew how one's own thoughts could prey upon a person 'til they got lost in a confusing twist of dark emotion; so helpless, desolate, and unable to muster the gentle reassurance and quiet reason required to dispel the nightmare. If in fact at all possible, he wanted t
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