Freedom by Frankieofthehills by fictionwriters, literature
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Freedom by Frankieofthehills
In a lift, acknowledging the other passengers is inadvisable, making eye contact is not to be recommended and attempting to form some sort of conversation is downright ridiculous.
Very few people meet in a lift. It is not the place to introduce yourself, to start a friendship or a romance- no matter what Hollywood would have us think. It is the place in which you are vulnerable, exposed inside a tiny metal coffin. You would not make friends with someone you met in a lift any more than you would make friends with someone you met in a public lavatory.
This was very unfortunate for Mark, who would've liked to have spoken to the girl stood next
World of Green Trial 2 by fictionwriters, literature
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World of Green Trial 2
World of Green
Trial 2
Flight without Wings
Lizzie sat silently by the campfire, using a stick to keep it stoked. There was only one soul around; because being around a near drunken, enraged lizard warrior was a recipe for disaster for either man or beast.
Why did it have to come to this? I could of stayed and fought off the humans!
His eyes peered up at Firefall Mountain. The billowing thick plume of smoke signaled all that the Great Mage saw came to pass. The Wind Tribe was next. He slammed his fist into the stone club he carried in disgust, then picked up his sunviel flask once more. After taking several swigs of the an
World of Green Trial 1 by fictionwriters, literature
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World of Green Trial 1
World of Green
Trial One
Can you see?
The sound of a thousand footsteps filled the plains. Great four legged beasts were what sent the thunderous noise through the air as their brilliant red hides shone in the sunlight. Their faces were remarkably human, filled with unrelenting fear.
Slowly the one leading the pack strode to a halt, his long and narrow ears tilted to catch some unknown noise. His great burning mane tilted backwards as the fanged mouth issued a righteous roar.
One by one the creatures dropped their heads to the ground; each individual carefully checked the scent of earth before they turned back to the alpha
Torment Of Lillith By Skiein by fictionwriters, literature
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Torment Of Lillith By Skiein
There is blue, an endless expanse of azure space in which one is able to achieve anything and everything they have ever dreamed of, ah... those naive childhood fantasies of rides on the ridged backs of friendly white dragons, of soaring upon wings made of fluffy white clouds, eating white cotton candy, lying back and sinking into a warm softness so comforting that it couldn't possibly be any substance on earth…
It had to be the sky.
Now, I am wrapped in silence, like a cloak of the most important things in the world shielding me from the biting chill, a bittersweet submergence of all the coldness in the world. Like a block of ice, this cold
Torment Of Lillith By Skiein by fictionwriters, literature
Literature
Torment Of Lillith By Skiein
There is blue, an endless expanse of azure space in which one is able to achieve anything and everything they have ever dreamed of, ah... those naive childhood fantasies of rides on the ridged backs of friendly white dragons, of soaring upon wings made of fluffy white clouds, eating white cotton candy, lying back and sinking into a warm softness so comforting that it couldn't possibly be any substance on earth…
It had to be the sky.
Now, I am wrapped in silence, like a cloak of the most important things in the world shielding me from the biting chill, a bittersweet submergence of all the coldness in the world. Like a block of ice, this cold
World of Green Trial 1 by fictionwriters, literature
Literature
World of Green Trial 1
World of Green
Trial One
Can you see?
The sound of a thousand footsteps filled the plains. Great four legged beasts were what sent the thunderous noise through the air as their brilliant red hides shone in the sunlight. Their faces were remarkably human, filled with unrelenting fear.
Slowly the one leading the pack strode to a halt, his long and narrow ears tilted to catch some unknown noise. His great burning mane tilted backwards as the fanged mouth issued a righteous roar.
One by one the creatures dropped their heads to the ground; each individual carefully checked the scent of earth before they turned back to the alpha
World of Green Trial 2 by fictionwriters, literature
Literature
World of Green Trial 2
World of Green
Trial 2
Flight without Wings
Lizzie sat silently by the campfire, using a stick to keep it stoked. There was only one soul around; because being around a near drunken, enraged lizard warrior was a recipe for disaster for either man or beast.
Why did it have to come to this? I could of stayed and fought off the humans!
His eyes peered up at Firefall Mountain. The billowing thick plume of smoke signaled all that the Great Mage saw came to pass. The Wind Tribe was next. He slammed his fist into the stone club he carried in disgust, then picked up his sunviel flask once more. After taking several swigs of the an
Freedom by Frankieofthehills by fictionwriters, literature
Literature
Freedom by Frankieofthehills
In a lift, acknowledging the other passengers is inadvisable, making eye contact is not to be recommended and attempting to form some sort of conversation is downright ridiculous.
Very few people meet in a lift. It is not the place to introduce yourself, to start a friendship or a romance- no matter what Hollywood would have us think. It is the place in which you are vulnerable, exposed inside a tiny metal coffin. You would not make friends with someone you met in a lift any more than you would make friends with someone you met in a public lavatory.
This was very unfortunate for Mark, who would've liked to have spoken to the girl stood next
In the Meadows of the Mind by angelsarefascists, literature
Literature
In the Meadows of the Mind
The cool breeze outside swept through the grass, sending shivers down her spine as she gazed at the perfection of the natural world. It was harmonious - there was no better word for what she saw through that frame. Stretched before her, there was a road that just barely cut through the fields, giving the impression that they were, indeed, separate entities, but across that concrete path, tranquility reemerged with the expansive pasture, almost a prairie, and sent the reassurances that nothing manmade could destroy the organic beauty.
What appeared to be miles from that spot where she sat, transfixed, a mass that humankind had named forest
There are times when I think Im losing it - I mean, truly losing it. That feeling lies somewhere between being told you have Alzheimers and actually having it; my memory was failing.
The rapid mood shifts were becoming overbearing, and I wished I could blame it on the things most girls did: school, work, boys or the ever-popular PMS; but I couldnt make up excuses anymore. School was going well and, without a job, work hardly seemed to be the thing to complain about. Maybe I was just losing my grip, falling into something surreal.
And boys Well, it was just one boy actually, and he was all that I had ever ne
Shade's ragged figure had no life to it. The other Terre relented from signaling the howl of passing only by Equin's cold glare and the fact of the form Shade was in. It was the blood Riot, one similar to that of his mate's own. Only the fallen Alpha and the two still in the distance knew of the alteration from his to that of the standard.
They could see the relation to Christan ran deeper than they thought. The other Terre murmured and whispered, ignoring the two young wolves trying to help the other through this.
It was all wrong. Their brother could not do this. But all signs pointed directly to his claws. The grey cub continued to con
Clear Sacrifice Chapter 2-9 by Therony, literature
Literature
Clear Sacrifice Chapter 2-9
Old and new. The two Blood Riot forms of Gold and White clashed with a fierceness that only Wintri could compare it with that of her sister's challenge. Each swipe of their claws rendered the air visibly. Torrents of black and blue fire traced their wakes.
"Goddess, if it is not you then who is controlling him? It cannot be that human?" The first Terre dodged to the side and her mighty arm came around, Christan's figure went airborne from the impact, crashing through a pillar of rubble.
It is my spawn of hatred. A deity in her own twisted right. She wants to tarnish everything I created. Your cub's mind with his grief and stress over her fi
SW: Dawning Chapter 11 by lilwyverngirl, literature
Literature
SW: Dawning Chapter 11
Nahelith curled his lip in disgust. Endless Blues have crossed our borders again.
It has almost been a half moon since the last Coven and tonight the midnight Coven would occur. Since that time Endless Blue cats have been scented across the border on the Clan of the Eternal Fires territory. After endless reports from the morning border patrols, Nahelith decided to lead todays border patrol to see and smell for himself. This finding made the large Maine Coon that much more agitated and it showed in his glaring gold eyes.
This has gone on long enough, growled DeadEye. They obviously are ignorant of our bord
The Earthworm Cup
Trophies sat gleaming on Sam's shelf. Not her own, but her brother's. He had so many, he let her have a few. Sam wished she could be so powerful, command such respect in other people like he did. Everyone that saw him must have thought him a saint, and her... her an... an... she really didn't know, but saint she was not.
Then a mysterious, wonderful thing happened. A man came to her door, carrying a big package. This is for you, little lady. The man said.
Sam picked up the box. It seemed to glow in the dusk where the door blocked the meager sunlight. Sam dragged it up to her room. She tipped it from side to si
2-The Fishmonger's Daughter 1 by kiyora-sano, literature
Literature
2-The Fishmonger's Daughter 1
[chapter two: the fishmonger's daughter]
"Tee! You've got to stop your daydreamin' dearest. We've got work to do!" the wobbling voice of the aging Aptibus echoed out from inside his shop to reach the ears of the young woman staring off into space at the outside counter. He waddled hurriedly outside, wiping his wrinkled hands on his already splotchy apron and hastily began wrapping cuts of fish. "Terribly sorry, Galder," Aptibus apologized to a large man as he passed him the package of fish, "I hope you haven't been waiting long."
The girl beside him blinked several times as is she had just snapped out of a trance. She looked around, dazed,
Breaking Skulls Chapter One
The air was warm and smelled of dust, shrapnel and blood. His nose was swamped with the stenches of the battle yet held the fragrances of French countryside. The abandoned cottage, a relic of the medieval era, its stones and roof older than most of countryside itself.
The bombs that hiss and boomed around the cottage seemed to mimic a scene from Dante's Divine Comedy. Modern hell wrapped about the ancient domicile. Inside the small cottage a man in a mask looked out. The mask was that of a stylized wolf's head. Beside the mask, he looked like any other soldier in Normandy this day: he carried a small machi
Freedom by Frankieofthehills by fictionwriters, literature
Literature
Freedom by Frankieofthehills
In a lift, acknowledging the other passengers is inadvisable, making eye contact is not to be recommended and attempting to form some sort of conversation is downright ridiculous.
Very few people meet in a lift. It is not the place to introduce yourself, to start a friendship or a romance- no matter what Hollywood would have us think. It is the place in which you are vulnerable, exposed inside a tiny metal coffin. You would not make friends with someone you met in a lift any more than you would make friends with someone you met in a public lavatory.
This was very unfortunate for Mark, who would've liked to have spoken to the girl stood next
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