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We made our way to Raven Ridge, a ridgeline where a river had carved its way through the old stone. Watchmen were set up along it, granting views to the mountainous and harsh lands behind the village. There was a small cave, though, that led down to the river, where there were small stones that you could balance on to cross the river, but the hard part was getting to the caverns.Mostly due to the watchmen that were positioned just outside, as it was the only way to get through the ridge. The only one over here. There was also a large fallen ...
TW: Mentions of past physical abuse, flashback scenes I ignore the looks and whispers that began I step across the deck, making my way to the captain’s quarters. I swing the door open and step in without a second thought. Most people would knock, or have some hesitance. I was just trying to keep myself from shouting again. Both the Captain and Soterios were here. They both share a look before meeting my gaze.“Why did you do it?” I say.Soterios swallows before answering. “I— I’m sorry, Cerulean,” He apologizes.Miraculously, I wasn’t terrified...
Authors Note-- This is a scene in a novel I am working on. I'm actively looking for beta readers so if you would like to be a beta reader please comment. Enjoy! It’s not entirely necessary for me to be going to see my brother. He could always ship the books to me, or to Evan, or keep them and just send me pics like he has. But… I’m not going to lie here, but I think I miss him. It’s been around seven years since I saw him, and I just miss my brother. Not that I would ever admit that aloud, but I do. I miss a lot of people too much. Plu...
--The story you are about to read was my attempt to not use the letter 'i'. Enjoy ;) -- The only sound was that of the branches as they creaked and crackled and the hushed sound of a ten year old who softly hums a gentle tune. The ten year old, whose name she has long abandoned, has a messy array of soft brown locks. Freckles spotted across her cheeks and nose, and one of her eyes was the color of the sea, gray flecks sea foam, whereas her other eye was as dark as after dusk, flecks of gold the last rays of sun. She lay there, for what must ...
Authors Note-- This is a scene in a novel I am working on. I'm actively looking for beta readers so if you would like to be a beta reader please comment. Enjoy!My father always liked to remind me how I'd die in front of a mirror one day. I didn't always believe him, but I've always averted my gaze from my reflection because of it.The first time he told me I'd die in front of a mirror, I'd been eight, and we'd had family over. I'd thought it was just some cruel joke. The rest of my family thought it was. His voice got low, and he leaned forwa...
[Tape clicks on] [Lazarus sighs heavily.] Lazarus: The trip back was a bit of a blur for me. Feels more like a fever dream, really. Or… maybe that was the fever dream? I don’t know. Oriana stitched the wound on my leg when I got back. It still hurts more than anything, and Oriana continues to pester me with things like not walking, or sitting still, or fresh air. I keep having dreams about them. All of those dead scientists. I probably sound a little insane, but… but something about it just… felt… wrong. Maybe it was how it was all piled up....
[Tape clicks on][There’s a low groan as something thud against the ground.]Lazarus: That bastard. Ugh, damn, my head is killing me. What are the chances there are pain killers anywhere in this—[The faint sound of static grows. There are no footsteps, but it’s clear whatever it making such a shrill sound is getting closer.]Alden! Where— ah, goddamnit![The sound of Lazarus sitting on the floor is clear. His breathing is short and shallow.]My leg hurts. And my head is killing me. Christ![There’s a sharp sound as he manages to grab the tape reco...
It was late at night whenever the two primordial sins stepped into the McDonalds. It was a spur of the moment, want for food but nothing special, kind of thing.Pride held the door open, ignoring the smirk Lust shot him as they stepped through. Pride had been dealing with Lust’s shameless flirting for centuries, so a mere smirk and side glance was nothing new.Pride was a memorable figure commonly referred to as Eiswyn, dressed in silvers and black. Oftentimes, if any of the other sins glanced, just as Lust had moments ago, they’d catch a glim...
The silence of the cabin near Emerald Scale Lake was broken by a scream. If you were to follow the sound of the panic, you’d find a man no older than twenty-seven, gasping and panting due to a nightmare. The man had nothing very unique. He was not too tall and not too short, with dark, unkempt hair and eyes as dark as the pine tree bark that surrounded his home, listening intently.The cabin was nestled in a small clearing of the woods, the building an old cabin barely large enough for three people to comfortably live together within. Two cha...
{This is an excerpt from a book I'm working on}The Security room was a mix of electronic buzzing and banter over something inadequate. Orion had been quiet the entirety of the jog here, and I was beginning to be out of breath. He seemed unbothered. Well, not entirely; he seemed nervous. I was impressed by how well he was doing, with a minor concussion and all.“You guys are okay, good,” Aurelia chuckles. “Red lighting, creepy as hell, y’know?”Elijah shrugs. “I personally think it reminds me of college,” he admits, glancing at the lights, whic...
Author's Note: Likes and comments would be really motivating, as writer's block has been a real bother lately. If you have any stories or ideas for me to write, comment, I'd love to try writing your ideas!~I was glaring at a box. It was an ordinary box, brown with tape beginning to peel, but it was the two words written on the side that turned my gaze into daggers.Leandro's TapesIt had been a month since his disappearance, and this box had been sitting on the floor in front of my bed, glaring at me every day I woke, every time I stepped in t...
"What are you doing here?!" "I had a history essay about the French Reign of Terror." "So you're trying to get your head chopped off?!" Insert record scratch sound here. Hey, I bet you're wondering how I got to this point. Let me explain some things before we continue.I'm a time traveler. More importantly, I'm trying to get my history degree, and what's the best way to get good grades? Literally going to those places and writing the essay there. I really want to write an essay about Pompeii, but a friend of mine made me make a rule {After an...
I woke quickly, and the moment I attempted to stand, somebody carefully pushed me back. Not in a shove, though I think if I were shoved, I’d probably topple over. I attempted to push back, but the moment my right hand pressed against the stranger, it burned horribly. I grimace, sitting down again before glaring at who was standing before me. My eyes landed on Eyvindr. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a few days. “Hey, careful. You’re lucky you’re alive,” He says. I shake my head and attempt to get up. “Where are they?” I say. ...
Ǫlrún and Víðarr were racing one another down the bank of the river. They’d been complaining about the cold, given that it was a colder day in late spring, so I’d told them that running would warm them up. They promptly made a race to where the outcropping was and back. They’d insisted I’d timed them. They were at twenty-seven seconds when a person’s voice made me look up from the ax I’d been sharpening. “Have you been sharpening that ax for ten years still?” A familiar voice asks. I look up, surprised. I’d known it was around the te...
The job was meant to be simple, but gods, I never would've imagined it to end up going like this? "You can't run forever, little songbirds," I say, glancing around the rooms. I note the door that was opened and begin walking towards it. I adjust my grip on the dagger I held. It'll be quick. A quick death of the two heirs to a throne, I can take my money, buy a nice ship, and leave. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," I say. I needed to get it down before the occasional thought that maybe this wasn't the right thing to do would truly take...
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