|I'm taking a little break from the current manga style art work. It was so refreshing (not to mention challenging!) to try something new!|
A Mother's Son - Chapter 2A Mother's Son - Chapter 2 by brietta-a-m-f
Erin Brannagh watched that same wind sweep a group of leaves past her kitchen window. She clutched a large mug to her chest, inhaled the sharp scent of coffee rising from it. A large grey tabby cat leaped onto the window sill and mewed questioningly at her.
Erin reached down and scratched the cat’s head. “What’s wrong, Sora?” she murmured. Purring softly, the cat rubbed her cheek against Erin’s hand.
Murtagh would have killed her had he known that she’d gotten a pet in his absence. He’d begged her for a cat more often than he’d begged her to let him use magic, if that had been possible. Erin had never liked the idea, but after he was gone, she’d had to do something. She’d been almost surprised that a furred companion actually helped.
Sora jumped down and trotted off to do whatever cats did when they weren’t being watched.
Erin clutched the cup to stave off a sudden chill. Every day for the past seven and a half years, Er
No Pleasure's Greater......than leaving all for later.No Pleasure's Greater... by Clockchat
You stopped, didn't you? You let lethargy enslave you. So softly it whispered into your ears, next thing we know you're eating from its hand. Isn't poison tastier when served on a silver platter? Yet you know yourself capable of more, aware you're wasting light that can fade out any second. Anxiety builds up. Days pass quicker, hoping in vain that mutilating the calendar will inspire you to take control. In your personal bubble, there's always a new month after December, weeks having only seven days is a myth, and days themselves aren't going to end at hour twenty four...
Until Reality has enough.
She doesn't go for a pat in the shoulders, she won't leave it at a slap in the face, no, she goes at you with a full-on beating, kicking you in the eyes, grabbing the chair your ass has sat on for so long, and smashing it upon the head that let what it had inside rot. She crossed the line of disappointment and is now drowning in the taste of revenge. You won't b
The Gender Transformed Fairy Tales Challenge We're starting to see some submissions coming in! I am saving them all in a collection so do check them out! There are still plenty of spaces, so if you're curiously interested, then do sign up! Don't forget to spread the word too!The Gender Transformed Fairy Tales Challenge by Beccalicious
Previous: Wow 41 participants so far! There's lots of space, so it you want a story, come ask for a story! Also a few people have asked if they can submit a poem, I have no issue with this, so please if you want to poem instead you can!
It's been a long time since The Ancient Egyptian Deity challenge and the Poetic Spice-rack challenge and I thought it was time for another forum frolic because:
1. I enjoy them
2. It gets people writing.
Did you know t
Ancients of Alterna Prologue“Ancients of Alterna”
“At the Top of the Tower”
In the center of the sprawling metropolis that was the capital city of a land known as Alterna, a tower rose high above the city and past the clouds in the sky. The city below was bustling with life as the citizens went about their usual busy lives, always being watched by the spirits that resided within the tower.
On the edge of the tower’s balcony on the top floor two orbs of light, one black and one white, looked out into the horizon.
“This view never ceases to amaze me.” The white orb commented. “After even a thousand years, nature has not lost its beauty to me.”
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