The Girl Who Was On FireShe is fireThe spark that starts a wildfireA contagious idea no hunger can suppressShe is a birdThe symbol of hope and freedomA song they all can singMaybe by the Hanging TreeShe is a girlThe sister that risks it allA heart that loves a tiny primroseShe is strengthThe one thrown against impossible oddsA tribute in a game of deathShe is of the arrowFlying straight and trueWill never miss her targetWhether corruption, a hog, or a silver coinShe stands against wolves of evilShe stands against the ticking clockShe stands against the snow that fallsStained red with blood and rosesShe is the girl who was on
Zackary and the Following pt1 They screamed. They wailed. They pleaded for their very lives. All for my lies. I told their guardians the more they cried, the more they would receive rain. Torturing and slaughtering their own children to grow their empire. It was a growing testament to the Following. Demons have religions to. Long ago, a great creature defied the creator, one who was neither man nor demon, it is said. His name was Moloch or some called him Ba'al. He became a stain to great Jehovah even making the Hebrews sacrifice their own children in fire. He won no great victory per say, save for several times corrupting the chosen nation of Israel, as well as making
TCP EXTRACT: Jake Blunt...Jake Blunt sat in his desk chair, bouncing a red ball up and down. Would the man Aspen pay for his life?He observed the three blue felt panels standing in front of him, dates, times, facts, figures and sources all pinned to the board. Photos of the aging scientist, for reference. What the man looked like with and without a beard, with and without glasses, what side of the car he sat on when he rode, in case a snipe-shot was needed. All the pieces of the puzzle, and now a date and time were in place. All it would take now would be to find the man, follow him to a secluded location, and then… well, there, Jake had a choice.But would He
Beginning With EntropyIt is the end of the Age of Starlight. The light is dwindling in the sky. Space seems vast now, pinpricked with the smallest of holes in the blanket. Space is the best word to describe the stretched and endless spaces between all matter. Space is the best word to describe what confronts her eyes through the triple-shielded screen every day.Space is a series of pitfalls, she knows. Black holes and white dwarves, the sad conclusions of entropy, spattering the void between those last visible beacons of hope. Travel has become a question of navigating artfully past those unsighted traps. Journey times between stars have been doubled or tripled
The Warrior Jacob Chapter 6I was a fool, a big one at that. Why would I huge some stranger that I don't even know. My mother was dead whether I liked or not. I had a dream that Lilith, Agrat Bat Mahlat, Naamah, and Eisheth Zenunim were torturing my mother. This dream was more than a dream, it was more like a vision. My mother is dead! I thought. Then she suddenly died.After that I woke up in a battle field, hundreds of people from a wide variety of species were there. We were in some sort of post-apocalyptic war, I'd assume it would be against the Council of Zeta and their evil men but these people didn't seem evil at all, I could sense their regret and shame. Th
Grey and Gimble: Old Flames"Grey, can I ask a question?"Grey snorted. Gimble took this as an answer in the affirmative."Where are we going?"Grey looked as if he might not answer for a moment. "You've already asked that question," he eventually muttered."I did?" Gimble scratched his triple chin. "Well, I forgot what you said. I don't think I'm that good at remembering.""I said it's not important. And it isn't, so stop bothering me about it.""Okay."Gimble stared around, examining his surroundings now that his current crisis was over. They had left the grass swamp a few days ago, and were now in a plain of low, rolling hills. Every bump and dip in the landsc
1_Its a Small Nightmare 1:6Full title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ Story 1: It's a Small NightmareSummary:The Doctor takes a trip to Disney World, but he's not there for R&R. There's been strange kidnappings during the night and the "It's a Small World" is under re-development to add a new room to the attraction and the timing of these two events raises enough subspicion that the Doctor starts to dig into it.Features the 10th Doctor, set shortly after leaving Donna but before the specials.The one-shot OC companion is my cousin's creation: Stephanie Rosenburg (My OC is later becomes the traveling companion is Holly Rosenburg)Rating: GPA
The Warrior Jacob Chapter 5The city was a dump, fallen buildings, dead bodies, but no rioters. I didn't know what to do or why I was even out here, so I just decided to blindly run. This was a big mistake, I landed in a pile of dead bodies and saw IT.It came running at me, looking at me with it's furious eyes. At that moment I shot It but then it was too late, some sort of gas was in my suit. I then immediately passed out. Although before I was out I heard the sound of two roosters and the sound of splattering blood.When I woke up I saw this girl around my age, she was helping me out. She wasn't the only person there, there were many others, people who were mostly
Grey and Gimble: Abandoned "Are they still after us?" Gimble glanced back, which for him meant that a new pair of eyes formed on the back of his blobby head."We're out of their territory," Grey panted."Oh good." Gimble stopped running and sucked in huge lung-fulls of breath."Idiot! Don't stop running! That just means they're going to—" Grey was cut off by a crude grass-arrow that thwipped past Grey's left ear and splashed into the ankle-deep water. More swiftly followed, thudding into the enormous stalks of grass that sprouted from the murky swamp, flitting past Gimble's astonished face, and splashing unnervingly nearby considering how far away the bowmen w
Children of the GRID The light spilled in from a window in the black sky, like the voices of some strange gods beyond its stark cover. He was suspended in the mystic pleasure of the dream, without a substance to himself. As the waves below crashed into the ancient, rocky shores, there was no division between him and the sea, nor the stars or the light. One by one, the lamps of heaven grew like burning holes in the celestial sphere, widening and forming together until the great shroud was ripped away and everything was one. There was no way to describe it, and it needed no description. He was happy, and yet terribly afr
The Color of War is GraySpace. A word with a thousand meanings, each conveying an emotion, a most primal nature. But at the moment, the meaning it conveyed most was "emptiness". The galaxy, known by a thousand names of its own, was checkered and split between hundreds of factions; each a different color, a nature bestowed upon them by fate to play. If one was to look down from the top of the galaxy, they would see a tight cluster of stars in what appeared to be near the center of the galaxy, making a lazy drift to the northeast. This cluster's color was red, the color of blood, and of rust. Well-fitted to the types of men there.This was the home of the Galactic Co
Extract: TROUBLE ON BOARDHe woke up, looking around.Where was he?Who was he?A shiver of absolute, unrecognisable agony shot down Lark's spine, and he remembered all. The defibrillator retracted itself back up into the top of the chamber, and Professor Lark inhaled again. He nearly choked on the cold, steaming air.The hatch clicked open, and Lark pushed on the wet glass with his hands, still feeling stiff, and climbed out of the cryogenics chamber. There was a rumbling of footsteps, a loud shuddering of speech. It had been only seconds for Lark, but aeons outside. The anti-oxidising floor was still stable, but several cryogenics chambers had been removed and o
The Patchwork Soldier part IVTen years later...I was sitting in the command deck of my flagship, the Nautilus, crammed into what was possibly THE most uncomfortable command chair ever. It was an ugly thing; a frame of steel tube "padded" with a material that, while it resembled Styrofoam, had the cushioning abilities of rock. Its stiff backrest felt as though it had been designed for a contortionist. To add insult to injury , it scrunched up my tail into a painful curl. Even my toughened body had trouble sitting in it for long periods of time. I'd asked Requisitions over and over for a more comfortable chair, something with better padding (or at least a hole in the b
Grey and Gimble: In the DarkNight fell slowly out here, sluggishly descending into a dreamlike gloom with the reluctance of a drunkard. The yellow sky gave one last flash of gold before fading to brown, and finally a relentless, all-consuming black. The sounds of the daylight—squeaking, sucking, and splashing—were replaced with the soft silence of night. It was quieter out here, but no less awake; rather, the landscape seemed to be covered with the creeping stillness of those who watch, and wait.That stillness was broken by the cry of a man in torment."Gimble, will you stop that?"Gimble snapped his arms back to his sides and grinned at the man innocently
Storm ButterflyA single glance at their cards is enough. They decide instantly upon a strategy from A to Z."Ironic, isn't it?""Yes."One has intuition and shrewdness as sharp as hair-splitting blades. The other has perfect memory, statistical knowledge and almost supernatural logic. They weigh each other, calculating their strengths and weaknesses and their chances of winning. They know money is losing value so quickly that playing on buttons would involve higher stakes – but the game itself is, for them, the stakes."You understand irony, then?""Yes. But we do not feel it."The first has braided, long, silver hair, grey eyes and dark violet s
The Warrior Jacob Chapter 1The Council thought that I was a heretic, whether they liked it or not I was a decedent of the First Rebels. I was the first true Hero to ever get away with that but now I was caught and would be exiled this very night.I was supposed to be exiled to a planet known as Fores, this planet was very cold and filled with monsters of all kind. No human has ever gotten out of Fores, that is alive at least.There was only one way to escape and that was to use the forbidden magic that only a decedent of the First Rebels could do I yelled and summoned a juvenile cockatrice that then petrified a council member. I was the cockatrice, it was a represent
The Darkone Part IThe Darkone walks along a narrow alley, seeking privacy from any villagers or monitors. No noise echoes in the total blackness. He walks to a doorway not sure what possibilities await him. An illuminated emerald lever glows on the door. He looks back instinctively but the green light fades into emptiness. Straining his eyes and trying to shake his confusion, he discovers that he enjoys this new feeling of chaos.Like a bolt of lightning, or a confident splash into cold water, he enters through the door and looks beyond. Particles of static rain fall ever so slowly from above, never striking a base. In every direction he sees the same cl
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