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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.
Specter IVSpecter IV
souls stood before the Mystery God in their achromic, raw forms. light adorning their featherweight frames, ghost skin kissed by His vision as they awaited His acknowledgement in silence. with white nebula waves hovering within His transparent chest, he bellows the next order like thunder claps.
they then scatter like leaves at the sound of His call, gliding across vapor tops before diving through the atmosphere.
Imagina, Mundos paraleros y Creepys (Creepysx___)Mundos paralelos 1/¿¿¿¿????
Era de noche y como siempre estaba leyendo un Creepy me llamo la atencion uno ___(TN) The Killer y era asi (es la misma historia que Jeff solo que en vercion mujer y la ropa era la misma solo que era mujer se entiende XD)
Jeff: OMG por el Rubius me enamore!!! <3
*en la primera noche*
se queda despierto abrasando un peluche en su cama y arropado de pies a cabesa
Jeff:.... no pueedo dormir............ nose...... YASE!!! James The Killer me protegerme (vercio masculina de Jane) pero el tambien mata....... Mierda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeff: pensandolo vien como le voy a tener miedo a una chica.... que fue eso!!!!!!! -entra un pajaro por la venta- na.. es solo un pajaro
Jeff: pensandolo bien en las imagenes de ____ (TN) se ve tan sdadsadsadasdadasdasd hermosa *-* creo que no seria mala idea secuestrarla -se queda despierto pensando como secuestrar a ___ (TN) osea lleva 3 noches si
GirlBarely under the shallow waters, she remained and surveyed the hillsides on the outer reaches, among the cool breezes, under a mild sun. Young girl noticed the circulation was on, undulations fluttered passed her, making light hills and valleys on the surface. She lowered her sight, thinking then of the texture of the bright blue pavement at her feet. All her range of feeling tuned to some mild volume, Girl remembered the pale afternoon shine, just a moment before a dark ingredient mixed with it, filling the light ripples with grayness. Girl’s eyes, still upon the area of her feet, observed the light blue pavement under the shallow pool reshuffle, quietly as the waters, into the pavement approaching the Funeral House.
Girl stood in the shadow of its front roofing, between the columns. Not far in the direction of her shoulder, the grasses weaving in and out of the burial stones rose and fell, faintly. She extended her gaze out this way, a
[Tarot vs. Kenny] Preventative Lesson"Oh KEN~NY!"
Oh this was going to be good. Tarot was a lot of things, but tolerant of threats he was not. Of course, Kenny MIGHT have been simply teasing when he said 'Hmm, well, lemme tell you a little secret....I live by a very strict code to never, ever eat humans, under any circumstances. However....I do like the occasional monkey every now and then.' Of course, the look had implied that Kenny wasn't talking about any of Tarot's underlings but rather Tarot himself. And naturally, threatening the self-proclaimed Monkey King with being made into a meal didn't sit well with Tarot. In fact, he'd lost some sleep over it. His paranoia was one thing when it came to day to day interactions with folks but Kenny was different. Kenny was one of the few people Tarot was sure could follow through on that threat--and while the roguish Monkey King couldn't deny that Kenny's tummy was more than pleasant to look at on the outside he wasn't sure he wanted to see it from the inside
Don't Miff the Monkey King"See, now, Kenny, this is why you don't ever want do stupid things. You do stupid things and I have to reciprocate by doing something clever to teach you the difference."
Tarot sat on the naga's back, legs crossed and his balance perfectly even as he looked down at the struggling naga under him. On one end, Kenny's tail was wrapped around the post, only barely clinging to the hold he had on it. On the other end, Kenny's finger tips clutched at the edge of the stone floor. And beneath him, yawning open into the darkness below was the trap that Tarot had laid for the naga...
It had been simple enough. Tarot, leading Kenny into the 'Monkey King's' so-called palace and temple under the guise of goodwill, had led the naga through the various pathways, explaining that since he was now the King of Monkeys (and a handsome one at that), that he wanted to give Kenny the grand tour of the hidden temple that had up until now been a home for many of the primates in the jungle, with the promise to e
Snow In A Moonlight RoomWallpaper pealed itself from walls, cracks raced each other across the ceiling. The broken window of the far wall let in snow, which rode in upon each passing gust of freezing air. Floorboards creaked underfoot as i took a step inside the dilapidated room, searching for anything out of the ordinary, all clear. Once i had checked again to make sure nothing was going to blow my heart out of my chest i made my way into the room and carried on walking until i reached the far wall. I took a quick peek out of what was left of the window, turned to face the door and then...well and then i sat down on my ass cross-legged and waited.
Okay, okay you don't need to shout. I already know how anti-climatic this all sounds, you wanted me to come blasting through the door with fire spouting from one hand, a witty comment on the tip of my tongue and have me reeking of bad-assery.
I apologize for that, but in my defense there is one hell of a long list as to why none of those things happened
Snow KittensSomeone is prodding him insistently. A nose, or maybe a paw, digging uncomfortably into his soft side. In his ear, a voice registers. "Belly! Belly, wake up!" He is not awake. He doesn't understand at all what's going on. Confused and groggy, he feebly kicks his legs. The voice - Dove's voice - hisses quietly in annoyance. "Get UP!"
The prickle of nubby milk teeth and drool collecting on his ear is still not enough to get the kit up. Sounding a little resigned, another voice comments, "He's really out. I don't think he's waking up." There's a response from Dove, but the words are muffled by her mouthful of Belly's ear. He tries to flick it away, but she retains her grip, and starts gnawing.
He's slowly starting to take note of what's going on. As he wriggles and furrows his brow, Zuzu pipes up. "Let him be, Dove. We're missing it!" The impatient thump of her paws on the packed dirt towards the entrance to the den. "And be quiet, guys, or you'll wake Papa and Mamas!" Dove, still
TornMist rolled over the hills, creating giant clouds far below the sky that whispered through the forest below. The birds perched on the trees were quiet and the only sounds that reached her ears were faint rustling of autumn leaves being dragged along the forest floor by a silent wind and her own ragged breathing.
Minutes passed as she desperately tried to control her breathing. Every muscle burned as she pushed herself to her feet, feeling dried blood cracking across her back as she stretched her muscles. She hadn’t known how much she had lost and she felt herself start to shiver as the feeling of loss sank in. She reached a hand over her shoulder and her trembling fingers ran over the blood before her finger tips hit a tender wound over her shoulder blade and she pulled her hand back in panic and pain.
She pulled her knees up to her chin and let her head droop as tears spilled down her cheeks. Everything she had known was gone: Everything she had loved.
Book 4 - Where Are We? “Where are we?” Laythem wondered as he looked around the dark cavern. There wasn’t much light to see by, but his keen eyes were still able to make out their general surroundings. The cavern ceiling was high – higher than what his first impression of it had been. But as he was able to stand at his full height and still the cavern ceiling loomed over him from above. It was not a terribly large cavern, by his estimation, but he was not entirely sure he was correct.
Lilias, who was still on the ground, pulled herself into a sitting position and brushed a bit of dirt from her face. Her eyes might not have been as keen as Laythem’s, but she could still see nearly as well as he could, not that it really mattered. “Hold on just a moment,” she said as she pushed up the sleeve of her shirt, revealing the
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
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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