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Wisdom on the MountainHala struggled up the mountain step by painful step, hunching her shoulders against the cold, but she would not give up. The Cursed Wisewoman’s advice was her last hope; if she could not find her, she might as well die here.
Sharp edges cut her fingers when she had to climb a steep outcrop.. Icy wind spooled her breath from her lungs - but the sight when she crested the obstacle took it away entirely. An old oak tree, more trunk than branches, huddled in the lee of a boulder. An old, lined face formed of craggy bark was too clearly visible to be a trick of the light.
When Hala approached the Wisewoman of legend, a creak announced the opening of her eyes. Yellow-brown and baleful they regarded the human woman.
Hala swallowed and took a few deep breaths, gathering thin air in her lungs. “Honoured Wisdom, I request your help.”
“Yeeeers, of course you do. And what do you have for me?”
“I…” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. And the
Second ChildhoodMarco picked up his son and took him away from the wail-filled bedroom, so his wife could take care of her father. Over the last months the old man had deteriorated; by now he was so confused he could hardly speak, and threw tantrums like a toddler.
His little grandson at the same time had grown quiet, watching with wide eyes.
The boy knew his parents thought his grandfather’s behaviour disturbed him. That was all right.
He also knew quite soon they would be thrilled with how smart he would turn out.
The same had happened a lifetime ago.
EngrossedThe party boiled around Quentin, filling his ears with white noise. He had dived deep into a book and only surfaced to chat, and smile at someone else rather than himself, when someone addressed him directly. That person usually was Fay, but as the evening went on even she left him alone in favour of talking to friends she met rarely.
So late in the evening it was turning into early morning, her approaching laughter, much louder than usual, had him look up. Fay hung on the arm of a taller woman, face flushed and movements just a little erratic.
"Here, Quen, this is Eve. I told you about her, right?"
Nothing good, actually, but since Fay seemed to be having fun, he smiled, shook hands, and did smalltalk that quickly grew into goodbyes.
Fay snuggled into the passenger seat, seeming to nod off, but when they turned onto their street she said, "Sometimes I wish you'd enjoy these things mo
Falling Behind The Changing TimesThis story was written based on someone's prompt. I'm currently still looking for prompts to the theme "Law & Order". more info at my website
Don't you hate it when you sit in your favourite bar and just want a drink and some quiet and someone asks "what's up?" Fred was just the type to do that to me, and yesterday she followed it up with "Are you still chewing on that self-defence overkill thing from last week?"
"Nah, that's up to the courts now." I would rather not have thought about that one again. Imagine you come to a scene with one person with several broken bones, and another calmly waiting for the police, that is, me. There's way worse, sure, but it's damn creepy when the person waiting is full of bullet holes. Did they have to fold up a human to suitcase-size, if they don't mind being shot?
"So what's new?"
"I'll quit." Hadn't meant to blurt it out like that.
"I just can't t
Half A Life TakenThe Republic had decided the "werewolf" question. Reading the detailed account in the paper did not make me feel any less disgusted than the short version on the radio had.
How many of the people actually affected had the lawmakers listened to before signing their names to that bill? Three? Well, they had talked to three, but they obviously had not listened. Must have been hard to hear about the media clamour, granted. That rampage in Mearen apparently had been too good for sales to pass up.
Following a morbid impulse I looked up some websites of sensationalist papers. Yep, right there was the rant about the pressure from the League of Nations that had led to that ridiculous "compromise" of classifying werewolves and similar shapechangers as animals for two weeks a month. Only.
At least nobody in my town knew I was one of Them. That tiny taste of it-could-have-been-worse turned sour when I came across the "perfidy of monsters hiding among us, ready to strike". The rag had been crass en
That Which Hides In Light And SongThe candle lantern was a heirloom that woke bittersweet memories. It had belonged to Kat's grandmother, whom she loved. The loss still hurt, after all those years, but this little memento helped her remember the good times.
Kat would light a beeswax candle, its light still warmer through the yellow glass, its honey-fragrance mixing with the smell of hot metal and taking her back to evenings spent listening to her grandmother's stories.
She would sometimes nod off. It was those occasions upon which the spirit of the lamp entered her open mind, mining for memories of lullabies and embraces.
The spirit brought them forth into Kat's dreaming mind, rebuilding a shadow of the utter safety she had felt as a child.
It kept her seeking the lantern out for company, more when she was in need of support, vulnerable. Singing old songs no-one else would hear, the spirit took wisps of Kat's life for itself, feeding its own essence. Knowing there was a risk the lamp would disappear in an attic or wors
Lawyer Lunch"You don't look happy."
"And you know why. This is big. And messy. But mostly big."
"Your first serial killer, eh?"
"That is the question, isn't it?"
"She killed people and ate them. No wonder you're losing your appetite."
"Tch. Be serious, will you? Laws on murder predate the emergence of supernaturals. My client targeted vampires exclusively. They were already dead. That meets the definition of corpse mutilation."
"Oh. Yes. Very messy You might end up with being a vampire being a case of interfering with one's own funeral..."
"The hell with it. It must be cleared up some time."
Signs of Confidence"Morning, Kim."
Out of breath from the climb up the stairs from the parking lot to the university entrance, Kim waved a greeting, smiling at the one friend who cared about her.
He held open the door and asked, "You look tired?"
Tucking her hair behind her ears gave her a bit more time to catch her breath. "Those antidepressants are messing up my sleep rhythm. Seems to be the only thing they do."
"You sure about that?"
"This week I haven't seen you run back to your car to check if it's locked or if you forgot something. Guess it might be a sign that you're too tired to care, but looked to me like you being not so anxious any more."
That gave Kim pause. "Maybe. I'll pay attention." As she saw him smile, she thought she might more often be looking at people rather than the floor, too. There were worse thoughts to start the day on.
Mirrors and DoorsThe witch queen was satisfied with her newest work. She smiled at the master artisan as she handed him the heavy purse he had earned for delivering a working basis. Creating a truly perfect duplicate of a door in the Empress's palace was impossible - if for no other reason, then for the wood grain - but the fifth attempt had been close enough to link them.
Nodding and smiling as the artisan bowed, the witch queen considered rumours about herself. A mirror that could take her wherever she wanted if she stepped through it... would that things were so easy.
Become History ~Human!Sly x Reader
Human!Sly Cooper x Reader
(Name) sighed, rubbing a hand through her (Hair Color) hair. She was so stressed out.
But who wouldn't be when your a six year old in an orphanage who is going to be presented to a couple who wants to adopted a child. Only one child. That means you've only got one chance to impress them or you'll end up still in the orphanage.
Ms. Puffin, the lady in charge, brushed her purplish gray hair back and ushered all the kids with a glare to the orphanage lobby.
The lovely couple smiled at seeing all the cute kids but their eyes widened when the looked in (Name)'s direction.
"That one; the little girl." The man said, walking toward (Name). (Name)'s eyes widened and she couldn't suppress a happy grin.
(Name) opened her small arms to embrace them but was surprised to see them walk right past her.
The Memories of one Wolf
Leaving only faint traces in her wake calloused pads landed silently upon the earthen floor as she was coming upon her destination. Her thickly pelted neck craned upwards as that leathery black nose sorted through the concoction of forest aromas. The sweet tang of freshly budding plants, the richness of the sheltered soil along with the tempting musk of bite sized prey. All of this and more filtered through her nares and was processed through her predatory mind. Triangular auditives stood high upon her timbered crown listening to the rustle the wind made as it caressed the woodlands, bringing with it the crisp essence of a winter storm approaching. The sun was well past it's peak when she had set out, now it was inching closer towards the mountains. Her bodice continued to weave betwixt the trees and over the rocks with an ethereal grace reserved only for gallant creatures. Muscles rippled underneath her dense coat that was a gleaming pattern of brown, black, gray, roan, and white with
CAP.1: Servant Of Evil
-…¡llévensela!, ya veremos cómo pagara las consecuencias por sus actos, ASESINA- dijo esa mujer con la brillante armadura carmesí mirando con odio a esa princesa de tan solo 16 años
Pero lo que todas esas personas no sabían es que esa no era la princesa que buscaban; más bien era su amor verdadero Marshall, su sirviente, el más leal de todos sus sirvientes quien se hizo pasar por su amada
-¡oh! pero si no es un hombre -dijo ese chico disfrazado
-¡cállate! Tu mataste al amor de mi vida -se escucho a lo lejos una voz,
La voz de un hombre; con una mascara ese hombre el príncipe de una tierra muy lejana que estaba comprometido con una campesina del reino de la bondad y humanidad, mejor conocido como el “reino verde”, pero, esa campesina fue asesinada por aquella persona a quien culpaban de asesinato…
-prepárate princesa, porque tus pecados serán p
Shelby's Buoyancy LessonShelby considered her situation carefully. She was surrounded by kids in a rec center gymnasium, and she'd just swallowed something minty and smooth. Okay, so why was this a bad thing again? Shelby was great with kids, or so she figured, and everybody liked candy, right? So why was she getting a weird feeling in her stomach like something was wrong?
Penelope had talked her into this volunteering gig - "gotta pad out your resume," she said, "when you graduate, you can't just list 'pot smoking' as your extracurricular." Shelby decided she really wanted to do something that wouldn't have the expectations or stress of a job. So, Penelope suggested volunteer work. Perfect for Shelby - probably no careful drug screening involved, either, so she could smoke in the bathrooms of wherever she wound up!
And so she did. Quite heavily. The nice thing about the local rec center was it had windows in the bathrooms, so she could manage to go through a bowl or two without anyone even noticing.
Nameless The older dragon let out a roar, stretching to show the full length of his thick wings, battering with strength against the blasting wind. It's younger son watched.
"Listen and feel for it," whispered Kryst, the older dragon. He had his test passed long ago, recieving his name proudly.
The young dragon has known for the moment to come. All dragons did. He was ready to receive his dragon name. Or at least, he thought that he was ready. Memories flashed in his head of the many times of when he hid among the rocks from the chilling air. Recently, he went out a little bit more, edging away through the cave-home he had spent most of his life in. His eyes briefly flashed with his father.
"Go," said Kryst.
The young dragon crept forward until he could see what all of the cliff edge had hidden beneath him. The wind was blowing harder now. He felt like a tiny star in the skies when it's dark. He slowly opened his delicate wings open, almost flinching when the air c
Golden Luck 6 A Tsume x Reader StoryChapter 6
It was getting dark pretty fast, and [Name] and the pack were heading towards a cemetery; not the best place to be in at night.
‘’This place gives me the willies’’ Hige said, he was hugging himself out of what seemed to be fear.
‘’Hey guys, why not just get out of this town as quick as possible?’’ [Name] had said; she was unconsciously getting closer to Tsume.
Tsume didn’t seem to mind, he was probably frightened as well.
Soon the pack had come across a large hole,
And before anyone could blink, an old wolf had popped out of the random hole in the ground.
Everyone screamed out of fear, except Tsume and Kiba (SURPRISING ISN’T IT)
At that moment [Name] had held onto Tsume by the arm,
And she didn’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.
Tsume inwardly blushed; he had never expected her reaction to be so physical.
Kiba had soon straightened himself out and asked the old wolf what he was doing.
The old timer laughed,
Amor infantil madameXMr.Blood Amor infantil
El amor es algo tan lindo nos puede transformar a cualquier de ser un amargado que al os ojos de los demás es un ser oscuro y sin corazón a alguien que puede arriesgar su vida incluso su propia felicidad
Mr. Blood: Suéltame de una “$#!!# vez mocosa dijo Mr.blood mientras madame lo abrazaba por la espalda sus manos estaban alrededor del cuello de él , a una distancia que se podría detectar su dulce perfume de su cabello.
Madame: aaaa eres un amargado Mr.blood no se suponía que los ositos so
Unexpected VisitGlenn woke up this morning with a strange feeling of serendipity, as if he knew today held a surprise in store for him. Of course this didn't excuse him from chores. Speaking of which, he could already hear the tell tale wailing from the nursery of the orphanage. So many babies were going to need changing, and he hadn't even eaten his breakfast yet! Glenn yawned before getting up to fold up his sleeping pallet. "Boys time to fold up the beds and move everything back!" he called down the halls. To make use of the limited space in the orphanage, everyone had their own sleeping bag that they put away during the day so the rooms could be used for something else.
Sharian let out a sigh as she walked with her arms folded in front of her as she just looked ahead. "Somehow...this walk just seems boring...Gotta say, having nothing to do other than training is starting to get boring...maybe I should find something else to do." As she looks down at the ground, the sound of children nearby caused
A Little Decision-Contest Entry
This was his last sunset. His digits were ice-cold despite the warm salt-breeze. They dug into the limestone rocks at the cliff's edge. The cliffs had eroded back slowly for so long, losing inches every year. He imagined them disappearing in front of him, beneath him, crumbling into dust against sprays of ocean foam, the inevitable, dizzy fall-
"You could take the dive and defy destiny now." The cackling voice startled Bezaubert. "Or maybe that would just be giving into it. Being a coward about it."
"So are all the gods laughing at me, Zeus?" Bezaubert merely glanced at Zeus out of the corner of his eye. The lord oracle knew he looked pathetic, head bowed, wings crumpled into an impossibly small mass. There was no strength in him to bother for dignity.
The black dragon grinned coldly.
"We're all quite puzzled. This is well beyond the lesser deities." Zeus sauntered forward to take position to Bezaubert's left, clea
Unplanned StoppoverCaor decided that as sorry sights went, a wet phoenix ranked pretty high. The specimen on his windowsill was soaked so badly its feathers had turned black, and puffed up to wait out the rain. The metal capsule on one long leg identified it as a messenger bird, and the fact that it had been employed during the rainy season identified its owner as someone with more pride than sense.
After spilling a handful of grains next to his uninvited guest, Caor went to the serious business of speculating who might have sent this bird to whom, and what it might be carrying. Deciding that it might be profitable to know, he caught the bird - who twisted its neck to continue eating, must have been underway a while - and removed the capsule. Deciding that trapping the bird in a basket was a bad idea, since, once dry, it might set the reed on fire to escape, he turned his full attention to the scroll. It was blank on both sides. Puzzling.
It could be an error. Or a very, very bad sign.
Caor put it back e
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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