N:Era Worlds: Tunnels Under Wysdom Chapter 2 by SaviorFoxOwlis, literature
Literature
N:Era Worlds: Tunnels Under Wysdom Chapter 2
Kryyk's body was recovered by his friend Portus. As his body lay in the casket, he seemed like he was in a peaceful slumber. The burn marks suffered had been painted over, the corpse photographed and researched for any leads, and his paws were arranged in a polite manner. A ring of trees surrounded the funeral as was Violet tradition. Some mourners spoke their apologies to Sliva, a ranger and head druid of Saint Owlis, assuming she was upset by the loss of Kryyk. She had taken him in when he first arrived on a boat under mysterious circumstances. However, she only stared at her watch. She was the only one unsurprised, when during a eulogy, Kryyk sat up, gasping. Instead of enjoying the implication of immortality or resurrection, nearly everyone present screeched in horror. The sight spurned them from their seats. Kryyk blinked thrice. He turned his head, realized he was back in Saint Owlis and placed his paw on the coffin's lid. Staring at Sliva, he asked, "What's going on?" As he
Blood Dynasty Part One the crew by DetectiveGaurd, literature
Literature
Blood Dynasty Part One the crew
This is an overview of Blood Dynasty World and Lore build with some extra things sprinkled on top of something grand. I am excited to show you all this shadowy world mixed with strange heroes who you think could never be heroes. This story is in its preliminary stages and characters are being worked on as they speak. I hope you all enjoy the surprises and what lies instore. Main characters: Victoria: was once a member of the biggest dynasty of vampires called the Pale Moon. Each of the dynasty is tasked with preparing the organization with unique task made for each of their kingdoms. Here is training vampires to fight in all forms of combat and train those more gifted with dark magic only used by the pale moon. Over time she saw her family as weak seeing the waited and plotting not wanting to dive in and start conquering the world. Seizing upon this Victoria order her dynasty, “Azula Dragoons,” to wage a war to show she was more capable than the rest of her family. After her
In my burning rage and the epitome of your calmness, We found a way, To burn more each day, To laugh afterwards. To make each other smile, Cry afterwards. To make each other conscious after years of being unconscious And then, To take away all of that consciousness by running away. I ran away. You ran after the idea of me I left behind. And we never saw each other again after that day, Except in every dream, Every symbol we once knew well, Every word, Written and spoken, Every sound, Heard or imagined. And it was never good afterwards. We wren't good. We became evil. We were so good to each other that we turned each other cruel. Vile people have we become, but this poison once tasted sweet from your lips to mine, I could swear it a thousand lifetimes. You said I ripped your heart away from your chest, but that was the intention all along-to possess the only thing that loved me, ever, truly, utterly, completely, that loved me enough to devour me whole and make me come alive. I couldn't
How long after you lose yourself do you actually lose it? Sanity, dignity, objectivity? It's all gone in one swift movement. You have no control over yourself. You have no contact with reality. You barely remember anything you ever did. And the person you used to be seems so unfamiliar, so unreal. A stranger. You're a stranger to yourself even. You lost yourself and now you're losing it. The grip, the touch with reality. You're too conscious, too sane that you managed to get to the point of insanity. You own sanity drove you insane. And then you try to talk to me about sense and senses and sensing the sanity going away, slowly turning you into a mad man. There's no sense in that. And now you're staring at the ceiling, tears are rolling down your cheeks because? Because you are mourning the loss of someone you don't even know anymore. You're losing it. The ability to feel, just because you've been feeling too much all the time, all at once and then never again. Just because you were a
N:Era: Vixen of the Dead by SaviorFoxOwlis, literature
Literature
N:Era: Vixen of the Dead
"Vixen of the Dead" Even after all the work to return people's emotions, several crystals hung on the palace wall, glinting with red anger or purple fear. Their colorful, almost flirtatious, display only occasionally captured the diners' attentions. Queen Raynfall enacted this "criminal therapy" as an ill-advised attempt to protect Glacialane, even helping herself with her newfound remedy. But instead of ruling more logically, she slumped. Without emotion, there was no logical reason to care about survival. Cyras sat at her right, eyeing her over the sea of food. When she fought the queen, her will won out—her battle prowess was insufficient—but even after Queen Raynfall admitted her wrongdoing, the rebuilding process took time. Honestly, if the Queen's cabinet didn't notice she was depressed, then the chefs should have. The dining lounge was filled with offerings to the altar of Raynfall in the form of fatty cakes drizzled with chocolate. Vanilla wafers. Cocoa sprinkles. She
The Little Seed, A Sad Story by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature
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The Little Seed, A Sad Story
Once upon a time, a little seed drifted through the wind. Despite its size, being the smallest of its brothers and sisters, drifting along in the wind, the Little Seed had the biggest dream. He dreamt of being the biggest, most beautiful flower anyone had ever seen. He desired to be seen by all who passed by, marveling at his glorious display of colorful petals. Yet he was not the master of his destiny, for who can control where the wind blows? As the wind died and the seeds drifted down into the grass and dirt below, the Little Seed was separated from his brothers and sisters. Landing on the shady side of a gigantic tree, the Little Seed watched as all his siblings landed one by one on the sunny side. From around the trunk, the Little Seed could only watch as his siblings soaked in the sun all day while he was left in the dark of the shade. “How am I supposed to grow?” Asked the Little Seed, “Why can’t I enjoy the sunlight with my brothers and sister?” Yet no answer came. None
They kept telling me to bite into it, into everything that would face me, they told me to bite, regardless of how I felt, they told me to bite, not knowing I couldn't stand chewing it up, they told me to bite, not knowing I'd throw up soon after. They didn't know how I felt. And I felt tired, broken, certainly not brave enough, but I bit into every opportunity, every opponent, I bit into life and I got bitten back by no other than life itself. What if, there are things that needed to be savored differently, tasted, experienced? What if my teeth can't stand biting anymore? What if it all made my jaw clench tight? What if I can't even speak anymore? Last night, I bit into death. I am still bitter from it. The taste of death filled my lungs and made me collapse under my own weight. I listened to them. I bit into life and life bit me back with teeth called "death". Some things aren't meant to be bitten. I. L. @Iviwrites on DA @ivisthoughts on Instagram
I'm leaving you behind as well, but don't be mad at me, I'm leaving myself behind too. If I could ever leave you, know that I had to leave myself first. And you were once a big part of me. You still are. Sometimes you make me think as if you're the only thing that's left of me. Perhaps that's why I cherish you still, after all these years. You remind me of what I used to be. You're everything I were and everything I won't ever be again. Perhaps you are me, the one you used to know, perhaps you're me more than I ever was, perhaps that's why I kept holding your hand for so long. And I'm glad it's you. It was you all this time. It'll always be you. My other half, the good part of me, the proof that I,too, had a good side once. You're the only part of me that's left. I'm glad it's you. And I know I never said it, but know, I loved you more than myself. I always will. But now it's time to leave you and me behind. I know we never said it, but we meant it, we felt it. That's why we're so
It was a typical summer Sunday at Fish Haven Aquarium. Families, couples, and children crowded the halls marveling at the aquatic creatures of all shapes and sizes on display. Everyone was enjoying their time admiring all the beautiful sea life…That is, except for Big Bertha, the giant Pacific octopus, who resided in one of the bigger tanks sitting several feet above the aquarium floor. She preferred to spend most of her time asleep in her tank, keeping to herself and never bothering anyone. The only time she was ever active was lunchtime, when the workers came and fed her a bucket full of shrimp, crabs, scallops, clams, and lobsters. The patrons always enjoyed watching Bertha greedily gobble her meal up before going back to sleep. To them, it was a moment of entertainment. Bertha knew she could keep the humans happy if they made her stomach happy. However, on this particular day, Bertha was not very happy at all. Every time patrons passed by her tank, some annoying kids would show up