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It was beautiful, trickling down the cold stone stairs like a fountain. It's pigment vibrant, almost unnaturally bright. It flowed as it was alive and capable of thought. Maybe it was. Maybe when it left its host it took the soul with it. Down and down it jumped down the stairs, pooling slowly, then shooting down when the pressure built up. It was an agonizing eternity before it finally reached the bottom of the grand staircase. More and more leaped down the platforms to the floor into a pool. The building amount gave it motion to move forward. It snaked toward me, using the grain of the wood floor to guide its path. I knew it couldn't possibly be able to create thought but something in my conscious told me it might. Like the deed I had done was going to come back to get me. I laid there, incapable of the slightest movement, like I was sewn to the floor. It creeped closer and closer and with every inch I believed more and more that it was coming for me. Slithering from one wood panel t
Silver Boy"I just saw a big 'un!" He shouted then realized he was supposed to be quiet while fishing. My dad is stereotypical blonde sometimes but I still love him. We were out fishing for catfish in the swamps and so far that was the first fish we'd seen all day. He paddled over to the spot it came to the serf ace momentarily just seconds before and dropped a line.
Not even one minute later the giant of a catfish pops up about 5 yards away. I told him it was useless but he paddled over, following the fish. We repeated this process until it disappeared under a small, mold infested, wooden bridge. He insisted we went under the bridge but I felt an eerie presence that wouldn't let my nerves calm.
My body was buzzing like I had drank to much Monster even though I haven't had any of that in weeks. As he slowly, ever so slowly, inched us towards the bridge I felt my heart beating faster and faster. The space we had to fit in have us only a foot of clearance on either side of the simple metal boat. It
9 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*9 July 1663
I have been in Andover jail for two days now. They treat me like a criminal and I might as well be because I let my sister die, alone, in the night. I know I haven't preformed any of the witchcraft they accused me of. My father was able to come in the jail to see me because he is so well liked in the town. He brought me my journal and my favorite toy from my childhood that he has been wanting me to get rid of. Holding that rag doll against my chest made me feel like a was an innocent child, devoid of sin. I called the doll Little Alice because it looked like me in its toyish fashion and even had green eyes like mine. I do not think that I am supposed to have this journal but I do get special treatment here again because of my father.
The jail cell that I am being kept in has a dirt floor with three wooden walls. The forth is cast iron bars that are spaced just so my hits can almost slide through but get stuck when I get about
7 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*7 July 1663
Yesterday was so enthralling that in comparison, this day seemed dull at first. It started like any other day, with me waking up to a screaming six month old in the dead of night. This happens almost every night but I could tell there was something different about her tone. Amy sounded like she was in pain rather than hungry so I rushed to her and took her into my arms. I could not see very well in the thick inky darkness so I set her down to go light a candle. Soon after I get the stubborn wick to catch Amy stopped her relentless crying. I assumed that everything was pleasant again so went back to my slumber.
I woke up for the second time to a silent house. This was unusual because I usually get woken up by Mother telling me, “A good Puritan does good work, not sleep all day!” This morning no one was in the house and this gave me an unsettling feeling that something was wrong. I decided to go into Andover and ask around for gossip spread fast in this t
6 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*6 July 1663
My name is Alice and I am 17 years old. I live in a small cottage inside town with my father Philip, my mother, my 18 year old brother Benjamin, and my six month old little sister named Amy. We live inside town because it is close to my father's church where he is the minister. While he is gone my busy mother takes care of Amy meticulously. There were nine babies between me and Rose but they were all stillborn or died within the first three months of their tiny lives. She always kept trying to have children to please father, who had always dreamed of a large family. Benjamin loves to go outside and look at nature and is always wanting me to come along to see how beautiful God's work is. Somehow he convinced his good friend, Thomas Smith, to go with him a long time ago and that is how they became friends. Even though he is my age, a year younger than Benjamin, they complement each others personalities quite well.
This evening Thomas invited me on an “expedition
The Storm :Alice:The storm is coming and he's not here to protect me. My beautiful demon boy has left for his family this summer. Of course his family doesn't know about his condition but he's learned to control it ever since that very special Valentine's Day. He has only been gone a day but I already feel the distance between us.
Living in the Midwest you would think storms would be a normal part of spring but this time it's different. Strange sights have been seen that even the best scientists can't explain. This storm leaves a trail of mutants and lost souls. Some remind me of Kyle and Von while others are much more extreme. The worst they've caught on camera was a pregnant woman's abdomen rip open giving way to a full grown scaled creature that scurried away like a cockroach in the presence of light.
The storm is now in the next state over and I'm starting to get scared. The T.V. went out because of the storm so I don't know when it's going to hit. My while family is in the basement but I don't thi
SonnetThe forest is painted an emerald green.
Light shines through the canopy where it splits.
Morning dew sprinkles everywhere completes the beautiful scene
Leaves shine golden where 'ere the morning light hits.
Grey is the bird with wings dipped in the blackest of inks.
Soaring through the air, she swoops low like a sparrow.
Her simple beauty is superlative to all nature's links.
Scooping through the forest, she's a silver arrow.
The arrow gracefully glides though her fate was anon.
She fell to the sparkling undergrowth with crimson dripping from her beak.
When the convulsions shook through her body the silver bird was gone.
The beauty of the forest went on it's way but her beauty was unique.
Everything dies, even the beautifulest of creatures.
Now all we have are her dead, fading features.
RingingThe news is all abuzz with images of the ships in our distant skies. The only thing they keep saying is," We are not sure if they are violent or peaceful." Most people think it one giant prank pulled by one twisted scientist. Some are preparing for an apocalypse and stocking up on everything in sight. The stores' shelves are bare and people are getting hungry. Hell breaks loose when Americans get hungry so St. Louis is a nightmare.
They are almost passing Mars so at their high rate if travel we only have a week left until they get to Earth. My mind wonders in the world of the outsiders. What do they want from us? What will they look like? Will I be able to see them before I'm killed?
I ask those questions because I always how for the worst. When a storm hits, I want a tornado. When it snows, I hope for a foot. I don't know why but I'm always sad when my idea doesn't happen. You could call it a death wish I guess.
Happy Valentine's Day? *Kyle's Story*"Shut the fuck up!"
"You should stop fighting. It's useless. I will win in the end. The may be far away but your death is impending." His voice was lower than mine ever will be so it penetrated my thoughts easily. When ever he talked I always had to listen because its impossible not to.
I always wondered when he became a part of me. I know he wasn't there when I was little but I never remembered him initially invading my body. He says his name is Von and only Von, no middle or last name but only Von. The way things worked between us was when I ever got close to someone and really loved them he came out. It's kinda hard to get to close to someone when your parents are in the Air Force but somehow I did.
We met in French class when we had to do partner work. She didn't have one so she confidently walked over to my desk and introduced herself. Her name was Alice and she was really nice. Her eyes were as pale as blue can get, almost like ice but I could tell she had a warm heart from the s
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
Life is weird(Very mild swearing)
The water splashed beneath his paws as the small raccoon ran down the alley. Puddles were everywhere, rain was drenching down as the little animal was climbing into a dumpster. But the dumpster was closed, no way could the little thing lift the top.
The raccoon shivered in the March morning weather, since he couldn’t climb over the dumpster, nor crawl under it, he curled up into a ball and as tired as he was, fell asleep miserably through the downpour.
‘Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!’ a voice screamed out. The raccoon awoke in the middle of the alley with a splitting headache.
It lasted only a few minutes. He was stretched on the ground, he stood up looking at himself, he was now taller than the dumpster, he seemed human height but was still a raccoon. ‘What the hell?’
He covered his mouth with fear. ‘I spoke! Like a human! All these thoughts… how do I know these words…?’
He sat in the darkened alley as rain poured d
Fox Shadow Chapter 15Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. This belongs to Bioware. Please enjoy.
Chapter 15: First Steps.
The events of a few hours ago still had not settled with Vixen. Her life as a Spectre was now in the public view, she knew the Alliance would now try and use her to their own advantage. Everything was falling into the place where she didn't want them to fall, but she knew that now she had no power to stop anything. As she stood looking out across the skyline of the Citadel, Vixen thought of what might now happen. If the Alliance were nice they might give her supplies to help with the mission given to her but it was more likely they'd give her a pat on the back and tell her 'good luck'. Either way, she was alone.
Huffing, she turned away from her window and walked over to her suitcase that she gave up on trying to pack after she found out the limit of shotguns she could carry was only two.
“I suppose I could buy more and have them shipped to me while I'm...away” Vixen spoke
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #02Venn-ything Goes #02
Trust Machines story
The youtube video started rolling with the view of a nondescript plastic crate.
"Hey, folks!" a cheerful voice said from the off. "Here's Steve again and it has been nearly eight hours since Amanda and Johnny have turned into earthworms. They've spent most of the time boring through the earth in this crate where I stored them, just like normal earthworms do, and I have barely seen them. Well, that is until an hour ago when they suddenly showed unexpected 'activity'."
Steve snickered and grabbed the crate's lid. "So let's take a look what Johnny and Amanda are up to!" With verve, he removed it and exposed the two earthworms Johnny and Amanda had been transformed into. But instead of digging themselves through the wet soil, both their wriggling shapes were at the
Transformers Prime: Airachnid Vs. Saber Airachnid patrols the Depths of her Forest. It was two weeks after Breakdown’s demise by her hands, yet it felt like centuries. The moon hung high in the sky, like a vigilant watcher. Airachnid looks up at the moon and smiles, suddenly she heard an engine’s roar, and she turns around to see an APC charging at her. The APC rams her in her ankle, tripping her. She gets up and sees the APC transform into Saber, his body imposing and his face bears an almost exact resemblance to the very emblem of the Decepticons. “Saber, it’s been forever” Airachnid said with a devious smirk “to what do I owe this pleasure, Prince of the Decepticons”. Saber’s fiery green eyes glare at her “silence your tongue witch. Your betrayal to Lord Megatron and the Murder of Breakdown will no longer go unpunished.” Saber snarls. Airachnid chuckles at the Young Cybertronian “are you threatening me, must I remind you who is the R
.:: To Breathe In The Unknown ::.What a more fragile yet so incredibly strong when enchanted with hope and desire than the creatures that call themselves humans. I will not deny that when I saw their faces, I saw me. I saw my people. Yet, when I glimpsed at their plain and hackneyed body structure, I was consumed with disappointment. Humans are such ordinary beings. I am impressed, however, of their survival skills. They are not ignorant children, running and jumping around with glee, nor do they have a good anatomy to within stand their surroundings. No, they are needy creatures. Shelter, fire, more water, more food, need more sleep, they all cry and shout. The lion can last a few days without a meal. An ant is perfectly fine in its pile of dirt crowded and shoved against its brothers and sisters. The horse can run miles upon miles without complaining. Such selfish, vermin creatures humans were. Then again I would be a liar if I said I had little interest in them. It was how alluring and charming they were. They obse
Alex CraytonDo you know what it's like to be faced with the fact everyone is dead and you're the last one alive? No?
Well let me tell you something...it's like nothing I can describe. Think about the most hopeless feeling you've ever gotten, then see the woman or man you love getting gunned down right in front of you.
That's where my story starts.
I pumped the last shot of morphine I had into her, but it was too late. She was fading fast and we both knew it, so I did the only thing I thought of. I knelt down beside her, holding her head up a bit "Hey bud, your gonna keep holding on right?"
She looked at me, a faint smile breaking her face "I'm dying, any idiot can see that. Just promise me something."
I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. "What? I'll do anything you want." She moved my hand over her heart, feeling the warmth of the blood and the coldness of her body.
"Alex, I want you to kill the men who did this to me and I want you to give me a funeral that
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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