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Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter One
Soon Neetra was gone from the material world too. Leaving her corporeal body asleep in Joe’s arms, our heroine slid onto the astral plane and parted from the group at the castle gate, to soar up the hillside and plunge into the expanding ball of temporo-psionic flux. Locating Steam’s presence gave Neetra no difficulties, and on entering it she found herself engulfed in the whirlwind of thoughts common on the periphery of a consciousness. Speeding by her, flashing and merging and blending were snippets of herself, Steam, The Four Heroes, the Next Four and numerous others, including the dark-browed winged girl Neetra had identified as her friend Carrie. However, she knew these fleeting recollections and impressions were no more than the remotest distant satellites of Steam’s true psyche, and when she searched for that, she found it disturbingly absent. She would never have known it was Steam’s mind she was in, so far from her he was. He had ventured deep, deep down into this stygian pit of time and memory.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Original Version)
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not claim ownership to any of the following: Super Smash Bros., Pokémon, Club Penguin, Roblox, and FusionFall. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with other ownership rights on the characters used, Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo, and the Pokémon Company Club Penguin belongs to Disney, Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character’s ownership rights, and FusionFall belongs to Cartoon Network along with any other characters’ ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
I looked down at my wristwatch as we made it to the village. It was twelve noon, but the day was pretty much gloomy. The sun hid behind the dark clouds, swimming like ghosts in the sky. The acacia trees enclosing us made the air cold, so that we didn’t take off our jackets.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
Author's note: Please read part I first The next day, the weather was against us. In the morning, the heavy rain rapped the roofs of the houses. The wind battered the acacia trees surrounding the village. It was as if something knew what we were about to accomplish at midnight. It was as though the culprit of the missing children tried to frighten us to back out in performing our plan.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Power Duels
The two challengers faced each other, standing very still. The man was leaning forward slightly, jaw clenched and eyes intense. The tall, elegant woman stood calmly, face impassive. However, if you looked closely, you could see the bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Cigarette Butts
Author's note: Please read Cigarette Butts (Part I) The Toyota van ran along the rocky and rough road of San Mateo, making dust coiled up in the air and settled in the coconut trees alongside the road. They drove past the villagers loitering outside their houses. The mayor opened the window and waved at them like he was a celebrity. Sometimes they bumped and bounced inside, but he still showed his untruthful smile.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
My Heart's Desire
+ I have always been into food since I was younger. Growing up in the country I learned how to cook at a young age simply because it always caught and held my interest. I used to watch my aunts and my grandma cook and I would take it all in. I was always intrigued by how you could throw any combonation of flavors together and how well they would work in harmony amd create something heart-warming and soul feeding. I started out just helping in the kitchen with meals, like stirring the potatoes or watch the meat ground as it cooked. I eventually started teaching myself to cook different small things starting when I was about 7. I enhanced my skills by watching those around me and quite frankly by what I felt was fulfiliing and delicious. My mom always told me I had a love for food, and that whenI was eating, it looked as though I was making love to my food. That comment forever changed how I viewed food. I felt it was more than just nourishment for the body, but rather a way to show your love for the people that you love, part of you giving your soul and passion, but on a plate. This is where not only was my passion and desire ignited, but it was how I knew that I wanted cooking to be a part of who I am.
By Courtney Janae4 years ago in Fiction
Sea Gazer and Deep Diver
Sunlight sparkled off the rolling, blue waves, seagulls squawking and soaring overhead in the salty, sea breeze. Karissa clutched her oversized sunhat, preventing it from being swept away, and adjusted her sunglasses. Sunshine warming her skin, she breathed a blissful sigh and stretched out on her beach towel. She wiggled her toes in the warm, white sand. This was paradise. They had found a quiet stretch of beach, and it was absolutely serene—they were practically in their own little world.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 3)
The sun had come all too soon as Drina felt the poking at her side. Grumbling, she rolled over into the guard of the bed. “Give me a few more minutes, Ocan.” All throughout the night she had struggled to sleep, Hestar’s lips the only dream she could conjure. It made for a very uncomfortable rest, one she wished to have spent the extra coin to sleep in her own bed instead of staring with her sister. It never bothered her in the past to sleep beside her, she cared very much for Ocan. Drina only just wished for solace to her pent-up tension and being in close quarters only made it embarrassing. She expected to hear the voice of her sister retorting, yet the voice speaking made her jump.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
