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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.
Character Development - Zee1.What position does your character sleep in?
Curled around anything and everything she's sleeping with. She's rather clingy in her sleep
2.Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual?
A set of double horns and a long tail being the most noticeable. Other than that, she has piercings: left eyebrow, spetum, right madonna, snake bites, tongue, belly button, and several bone guages through her ears. Runes: A yellow 'X' on her right shoulder, a green Druidic mark on her left shoulder, and an orange heart w/ broken chain on the back of her neck. She's also got tattoos on her face, simple vertical lines under her eyes.
3.Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
The barest hint of a Troll accent
4.Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
she's emotionally crippled in a way, after a lifetime of mental abuse. She's gett
Under the Night Sky The flames flickered, slowly retreating from their former height to lick solely around the charred wood. Everyone had gone to bed now, there was no point in keeping the fire going, especially if it was going to go unwatched. Chantal watched it die. She was the last one remaining. She would likely be awake for some time yet. Her green eyes fell onto the tents and then to Raven. She paused; the girl was looking nervous when Chantal mentioned the Circle. She meant what she said, about it being good that Raven avoided the Circle. But... perhaps the thought made her paranoid? The little woman chuckled mirthlessly to herself. Apostates.
When the fire had finally burned pass its capacity, Chantal got up from her spot and found herself cleaning up the site. There was nothing else to do, no one to talk to, and she was fully awake. And this way, no one could claim that she did nothing. She couldn’t help earlier, there were too many people. She brought the di
The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island. The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion. The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach. Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller. "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly. "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest." The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed. I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again. I cannot see how
[Hypno/Tickling] The Better CheaterIt was really hard to pick out just who had decided to start cheating first.Of course, mostly likely they both decided they were going to cheat the moment they agreed to have their little contest--the question was who did it first. Like most things, it started out as a simple joke. Tarot had noted that his and Kenny's arms were about the same size...
"So, I guess the python has pythons?" the cocky thief snickered one day, looking over the mass of muscle that was Kenny's left arm.
"Hah-hah--" the naga replied with a faux laugh. "That would actually have been funny if I was a python--unfortunately, I'm a boa. HUGE difference."
"Can't imagine how. Boa's have heads that are different than pythons--but since you've got a human head I'm pretty sure that you couldn't expect anyone to know that." Tarot seemed largely indifferent that his little joke had fallen flat but still didn't seem to lose any of his steam. After their last little encounter, he had found himself spending more time with Ke
Just Another Second In My HeadSo, here we are at the end of the world. Well when I say world I mean the end of the human race’s input upon things. No more pollution, carbon fumes will be gone, no more coke cans on the street or McDonalds burger wrappers flying in the air. It’s just going to be nature from now on, like it should have been from the beginning, just the animals, the plants and the trees.
It’s funny really; I spent my whole life trying to save the people on this stinky piece of rock. I spent every day trying to make people happy. Trying to make their lives just that little bit more bearable and for what? So I can sit here in the back garden, with the lukewarm rain pouring over me as I watch a war unfold in front of my very eyes. Okay, So I may have been the one to start this war but that doesn’t mean I had to do it or anything…I just got bored one day and me and my blue eyed friend over there who is currently riding a narwhal, ran out of pie and figure that we should
[Transformation] The Djinn ForgeThe said it was perhaps one of the oddest and most incredible inventions of magical technology in the history of the Alaghan. A forging together of the engineering of mankind, the magic of the ages and the rituals of the primal past. And while it was more or less lost to the anals of history, Tarot had found it.
The Djinn Forge.
According to the legends, by placing in a series of required offerings to the ancient gods and saying the proper chants at the proper times, one could stand before the alter and the machine would forge together whatever the user asked for, just like a djinn of old. Granted the required offerings was unknown, the time was a mystery and, well--most chalked it up to legends and fairy tales. But it was on such tales that Tarot thrived and so he went about seeking it out all the same.
And he struck the proverbial gold, finally. After some digging and exploring in various temples, he finally found the thing, hidden deep within the deserts just beyond Little Ala-Mhigo
Fragance of the roses“The Fragrance of Roses”
Made by Lynette M. Morel Martínez
Nine kingdoms shared the marvelous garden; four gods and five goddesses ruled their respective lands. One land with a mystical forest was North Lamerica, ruled by Loura, Earth’s spirit; she was a lovely woman, with a long green hair that ended on her waist and was graceful on beauty. She always uses a silky green robe to meditate on North Lamerica’s quiet landscape. The kingdom next from North Lamerica was Uerto Irco, ruled by the god of the wind Ryuk, a quiet, yet nostalgic male. He was a tall man, with a short dark blue hair like the ocean at night, and had clear blue eyes like the sky. His land had a topical touch, with beautiful peach sands and a clear sea. He always used comfortable yet fresh cloths because of the weat
Twenty Word StorySometimes she thought about death and the people it came with. It seemed strange, to be fond of the idea.
FVR Cap2 Oceano negroCapitulo dos: Océano negro.
Mía se había despedido ya de Cala cuando pasó la seguridad del aeropuerto. Ahora, en la cola para embarcar, se daba cuenta de que nunca jamás había estado tan lejos de casa y sola, también era la primera vez que dejaba a su loca mejor amiga.
Pero solo sería un fin de semana largo, una semana como mucho…
Encendió la pantalla de su móvil para ver qué hora era y se recogió uno de los rizos de su rubia melena tras la oreja, le daba la sensación de que llevaba horas allí pero tan solo llevaba allí veinte minutos y soltó un resoplido.
Estaba muy nerviosa, se preguntaba cómo sería el chico con el que llevaba semanas soñando…
Se imaginaba a su madre destrozada en el sofá y a su padre detrás de ella, tratándola de reconfortarla después de llamar a la policía y esa imagen le rompía el alma. Sabela era una mujer muy frágil a pesa
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
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