Ice and SnowToris always woke up early, before the sun had risen. He would always go downstairs and make himself some coffee, taking a precious few minutes to relax before making breakfast.This morning, however, was different.It was cold, so bitterly cold. And it was so quiet, so lonely in the house. Toris couldn't help but remember what it had been like, trapped out in the frozen wastelands of Siberia, in Russia's house where the heating had never worked properly. He would swear he heard General Winter cackling outside, blowing the drifts against his door. God, he was cold. He could swear he saw icicles creeping down the walls, frost dusting the cha
RegretSometimes I wish that I'dmanaged to steal your heart awayinstead of making comments snideto try and get you to love and stay.So now I'm sitting all alonewaiting for your tender kiss.What could I possibly do to atone?It's not just love, it's you I miss.
QuestOnce upon a time, there was a princess who lived under a tree. She was very dirty and refused to marry the prince of a faraway land. This prince had hairy feet, and the princess would not ignore it.So the prince decided to shave his precious foot hairs for the sake of the princess. However, the hair wouldn't cut, because it was magic hair. He asked the magician of the forest what he could do. The magician said to go on a long journey to fetch a potion and a pair of enchanted scissors and bring them back so that the magician could shave his feet.Soon after the prince began his journey, he was introduced to a singing toucan named Sam. Sam d
The Tale of Two Brothers"Let me tell you a story, child, of our world. You see there, at the edge of our plains, cutting through even the highest of our mountains? There is the Great Rift, which no man can cross, for the gods have forbidden it. The Great Rift has split our land since time immemorial, when the Ages turned and the first world was lost in fire and steel.The world was enlightened once, but in their greatness the old ones became flawed. They forgot the gods. They built large villages made of metal many times the size of our tribe. They were great healers, but the metal made the world grow poisoned around them.There were some who remembered the world
PMOCT R1 Part 1After he had heard the announcement, Alexandros was in shock. He certainly couldn't feel anything odd about his body, and he knew his own body very well, implants and all. Then Labrys' announcement… His brain was ticking now, trying to find a way out of his situation. He didn't want to wait for the Yarn Ball, though he dearly wanted to know how its hacking systems worked. Instead, he stuffed it into his sweater, where many hidden pockets his the remainder of his tools, and got to work on the door himself. After a moment, both the door and the yarn ball beeped quietly. The door swung open."…Hmm…" Alex only saw the alarm hidden
ApologySpock wasn't sure why, after so many away missions gone wrong, that such an event had the power to disturb him to such an extent. Perhaps it was how it had happened. But more likely, he admitted grudgingly to himself, it was who had been involved…"What're you poking around there for, Spock?"The Vulcan looked up from the small cluster of plants he had been examining at his friend, who was glowering at him from behind a short, primitive fence. "I am endeavoring to collect a sample of these plants, Doctor. They are most interesting."Doctor McCoy sighed in frustration, stomping over to him. "Idiot! Don't you know this area's off-limits
ProjectMinotaurOCT Audition IIName: Alexandros PapasG.O.D. Unit: AthenePersonality: Cunning, very friendly, can say very little while seeming to talk a lot. Believes in knowing a little bit about everything.History: Alexandros was an interstellar thief before ultimately being captured by a band of mercenaries. He charmed his way out without funds and is currently on the run. If he has family, he doesn't talk about them much, though with great fondness the few times he does. Then again, it could simply be a clever cover story he concocted.Motivations: Alexandros likes a challenge, and loves mysteries. First he decided he wanted to learn about the Yarn Ball device,
ProjectMinotaurOCT AuditionThe first thing Alexandros Papas noticed was the sky was on fire. That wasn't unusual here; this planet had no cool green forests, and its atmosphere was filled with chemicals. Only his breathing mask kept the thirtysomething human from inhaling the more dangerous ones, the stuff that was too heavy to burn.Why was he here? Alex had something to steal, of course. Not precious stones or metals, though, oh no. This time he was after a computer. He had heard about a small spherical device that was capable of hacking any system known in the galaxy, and naturally…he wanted it. It was practically his job to want it. It had taken him weeks to
GenEns Chapter One“I don’t understand it,” Dania Newmare complained. “How can they be so silent?”Her friend Ananda rolled her eyes. “Why would they revolt? They’re GenEns. They were bred for this.” She smiled, gently patting Dania on the shoulder. “They aren’t intelligent like us.”Dania bit her lip to stop her scathing reply. After a few minutes, she managed to say, “Maybe they’re just too intelligent to let us know what they’re really thinking.”Ananda shrieked with laughter. “They’re just dumb batteries!”“They—” Dania saw that the two of them were
GraduationStranger in the nightShivering from the coldPlease enter my home.Thank you, my kind hostFor the snow is fallingEven though it's June.I know. What the heck? The environment's screwed up.Oh no! A tornado!I wanted to liveTo see my graduationNow the school is gone.The tornado comes.Let us hide in the basementUntil it passes.I am quite certainthat graduation will stillbe held somewhere nice.If we live till thenTomorrow we graduateAnd enter real life.
Christmas in HellSatan groaned as he faced Hell’s newest arrival across his desk. He hated people like these...the nut jobs new to Hell who asked him every year, without fail, if they could have a Christmas party. And every year, without fail, he told them no.“Let me get this straight, kid...you want me to host a party that represents all that I stand against?”The teenaged boy nodded eagerly. “That’s right.”“And do you remember why you were sent down here?” Satan asked, rubbing his temples.He was getting a headache already...with only two weeks until the 25th, which was a record. Then again, everyone else had le
Fighting BloodFighting Bloodby DarkestElemental616Family angry at one another: Sister versus brother, Father versus mother. Everyone fighting ‘til all love they smother.Love and hatred intertwined; For the silliest things, no reason to find. And the question on my mind: What will happen to family love… and warring mankind?Like bombs that drop onto a fray, Angry words are exchanged every day. As men drop lifeless to the clay, Somewhere a child flees, crying, oh so far away.The house becomes a war zone. Stinging blows always being thrown. But it is aim, not peace, they hone. No one sits long on his victory throne.
The Wizards' SagaThe Wizard's Saga A Tale Of Alternate Intentions During The Third AgeWe are the conclave of Middle Earth wizards: The quiet ones whom Master Tolkien ignores. We who met whilst Bilbo spanned Mirkwood, and weighed grey counsel, as Mage Gandalf implored.But we of the brown and the blue and the green, And the yellow and the other wizardly hues, could come to no resolution with white or grey, and no firm, united, stand could we choose.And so history advanced in an orc-oozing tide, while we of the wood, of the lakes, of the beasts, and the rivers and the hills faded to ride out the storm:
B.C.E. BluesMiriam, B.C.E. (Ball Catcher Extraordinaire)P.E. Free TimeRunning lightly EagerlySeeing friends Eyeslight up hope swellsI run to play VolleyballHope goes Eyes dim Nothingbut a ball catcher ExtraordinaireRunning uselesslyEscape, Break FreeNo one sees the tears or the nails as they digInto my palms as I leave.
DNAngel - To Fade Away...To Fade Away…"Dark!" Krad screamed.The Phantom Thief ignored his other self, focusing entirely on the task at hand. He tried to, at least. The deep-seated terror he felt at what he was about to do made it a little hard to concentrate. It always is when you know you're going to die.At last he whirled to face his enemy. His eyes narrowed. He put out his hands to soften the blow he knew was coming.Krad's fist met his, forcing him backwards through the air.'So far so good…' Dark thought. He drew his wings around them, shearing through Krad's white feathers. The black feathers became a glowing globe of pure light, encasing the two. Then
To OpheliaTo OpheliaYou have no idea what I've been going through, Not the slightest glimmer of the pain that inside me grew. The nights that I've tossed sleepless, Wondering how much my pretended madness Has driven you away from me. If only the truth I could let you see. But instead I killed your heart. I wish that I had not been a part, A cause for your eternal sleep. And now forever I must weep. Forever now must Hamlet weep. My love for you is still… so deep…Refrain Ophelia, Ophelia, 'tis your Hamlet here. I've been searching for so long, To find you here at last. Please forgive me, My Ophelia.My dad's ghost cam
He Who Lives By the Sword...He Who Lives By the Sword…Lungs burning. Swords clashing. Max's legs felt like lead as he danced around his opponent, his evasions growing weaker by the second. The trees seemed to spin around him, the sun glaring in his eyes. Hopefully, his enemy would be blinded as well, but then again it didn't matter too much—he was wounded, and his enemy had barely been scratched.He was wheezing now. His lungs had been weak ever since he had nearly died from tuberculosis only—how long had it been now?—only a year or two ago. Another lunge, badly judged, but enough to slash his jerkin and reawaken him from his daze. Too late.Again the enemy leapt, a
The Three ContradictorsThe Three ContradictorsFire and Water, Water and Wind. All so different, and yet all the same.Fire is the dancer, Destroying and creating. A concept in itself. It can both heal and burn, Sweeping across a plain, destroying all in its path, Yet returning nutrients to the dying soil.Fire and Water, Water and Wind. All so different, and yet all the same.Water, the warrior, the ninja of nature.When unprovoked, is calm and at peace.You could gaze at it and be calm yourself. Soothing, but when angered, as deadly as fire. Mile-high waves and quiet lagoons. Holding danger and beauty at the same time.Fire and Wate
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