Psychological
Redemption
Redemption Splash! The wagon wheel crashed through one of the many potholes in the cobblestone streets of the dock quarter, or Gutfish Alley as the local fishermen preferred to call it. It had earned the nickname long ago for the long troughs built along the road, and in between the ramshackle buildings the men used as boathouses and homes. Several times a day the streets were doused with buckets of water to wash the blood, scales, and fish guts into the troughs and out to the sea, to the army of gulls waiting for a midday feast. The fishing fleet of Lucaras City rivaled the great fleet of the capital city, The City of the Crescent Moon, in size, but the fishermen of Lucaras City did not enjoy the luxuries bestowed upon those working hard to decorate the King's table. Rigorous labor in grimy conditions left those working the docks and fishing fleets smelling of the sea and fish to such an extent that it seemed they could never be free of it. As a result, it was only the rare Captain who was invited to the noble court for festivities. Often new hires to the fishing fleet were said to be 'banished to Gutfish Alley.' Fetid water festooned with slime and fish guts showered the already drenched young man and cursing, he turned to see the crooked smiles of Kinten the Bull and Adom Rhynn laughing back at him. The two men from the Porter's Guild thoroughly enjoyed tormenting the young man, and it seemed that today would be no exception.
By John Seymour Eldridge, Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
To Hell and Back
Background Check Vengence - Hiro Nakata Hiro was born into the Clan of the Phoenix during the Shadow War, burdened from birth with the future of the Clan on his shoulders. Following the death of his father, Hiro dedicated his life to revenge. He was gifted at birth with superhuman reflexes and senses, and his regenerative abilities combined with his blind desire for retribution have made him a virtually unstoppable killer. Only his compassion for what is right has kept him a hero.
By John Seymour Eldridge, Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
The End of the Outlaws
Background Check Pantera / Jackson Blake Ensnared by Demons, battling for control of his heritage, he carries the hope of mankind on his shoulders. Jackson Blake is the heart and soul of "The Outlaws", the team leader by default. He never intended to lead this "new revolution", just to find his parents' killer, the ninja master Katana, now he finds himself at the forefront of the continuing battle between good and evil, struggling to remain more than just a pawn.
By John Seymour Eldridge, Jr.2 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Five - Unfurling the Silence, Seeking Harmony
The vibrant tapestry of Thia's life was woven with the festive threads of celebration, shimmering with joy and laughter. Yet, amidst the merry throng, Evni remained a specter, his heart echoing with the discordant notes of their recent fight. Every radiant smile on Thia's face, every joyous outburst, felt like a shard of ice piercing his soul. Their last conversation, a battlefield of misunderstanding and simmering resentment, had severed the strings of their once harmonious symphony, leaving them stranded in a chasm of silence.
By Ivan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Friendship Potion. Content Warning.
One sunny afternoon, Oliver and Jasper found themselves inadvertently working side by side in the bustling village marketplace. A series of comedic mishaps led to the duo accidentally knocking over a cart of peculiar-looking ingredients. To their surprise, the scattered items seemed to hold the promise of something magical.
By kavinda ranabahu2 years ago in Fiction
A quiet night in the George Inn
Sitting in my usual place in my favourite armchair by the fireside in the George, I was feeling a little unsettled. It wasn’t the beer, I knew, as I stared at the crystal-clear brew in the glass on the table before me. I glanced up at Ray and Trevor, standing at the other end of the fireplace, each with a pint in their hands. They were gassing away as usual, but tonight with someone else I didn’t know. The three of them were discussing the match and taking no notice of me. Seemed like these days, I hardly had a friend to talk to and often ended up sitting alone in the corner.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
