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Dinner DateOn his way to meet his beloved Verg trotted by the building where humans cut up dead animals to prepare for their strange custom of cooking. The gentle night breeze wafted alluring scents from the back, while confirming that no humans lingered about. The runoff collecting in muddy pools ensured the slaughterhouse’s placement at the edge of town, where few humans had to live within scenting-distance. For the Ghoul community it was a priceless location for raising a family.
Verg flopped in one of the puddles and rolled on his back, kicking his legs in the air. It felt so good he grinned like a child, tongue lolling out between broken yellow teeth. When the scent was well ground into his tattered clothing he rose, shook himself, and continued on his way.
Taim’s den was an hour’s trot outside of town. Usually she didn’t bother to make the trek, choosing instead to hunt meager game in the semi-wild region. Better to live with hunger than leave your child unguarded in
The Human's DaughterThe Human’s Daughter: A Desert Ghoul Legend as Recorded from Oral Form by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination Project
Once there was a little female named Zief. She was much loved by her parents, but to her misfortune they were foolish people. They took risks where they were not needed. When she grew old enough to accompany them on hunts, they began teaching her how to steal from the wandering human tribes who passed through their territory.
One night they left her in a thorn bush and told her to watch how they took food or clothing or other items from the human’s tents while they slept. They underestimated the alertness of the human watchman, and were seen as they left with arms full of treasures. The humans shot them full of arrows, and they died before Zief’s eyes.
It so happened that this tribe had made enemies of other tribes, as is common among humans. One of these tribes watched from a distance for a chance to attack, and saw it in the distraction
The Selfish MateThe Selfish Mate: A Desert Ghoul Folk Tale as Recorded from Oral Form by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination Project
Once there was a selfish male named Tuuk. His mate was Auwt, and she was a kind, thoughtful female.
It happened that Auwt became ill, and could not exert herself for long without succumbing to exhaustion. Tuuk promised to bring her food until she was strong enough to again leave the den and hunt with him.
On the first night of hunting alone Tuuk discovered a nest of snakes. He dug them up and ate them, so happy to fill his belly he could think of nothing else. When there was only one tiny snake left he remembered his mate. He brought the snake to her and said, “All night I have wandered the territory, and this was all I could find.”
Auwt took it and patted him on the hand. “May a thousand blessings return your generosity,” she said.
On the second night of hunting alone Tuuk discovered a patch of desert melons. He gobbled them up, so h
Desert Ghoul Creation MythThe Shaper Creates Earth from the Carcass of a Lion: A Desert Ghoul Myth as Recorded from Oral Form by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination Project
In the beginning was the black sky, and all matter existed in the form of the few beings which dwelled in it. The stars wandered it like restless flocks of birds. They were pursued by two beings- the Great Lion, which preyed upon them, and The Shaper, who loved their beauty. (Author’s Note- though a god-like figure, The Shaper is viewed more as a force of nature, and does not require worship to encourage him to maintain order in the world.)
The Shaper herded some stars together into clusters which took the shape of beasts capable of fending off the Great Lion, but his work was slow, and the Lion was hungry. The Shaper feared he would be left all alone in an empty sky, so he made up his mind to kill the Lion.
He took the long bone from his leg and scraped away a sharp point on one end with his teeth. This end he thru
The Honor of HesiemPhil curled into a ball on the filthy cobblestones, felt the blood soak through his shirt, and tried to remember if werewolves were cannibals. The mugger had plunged a knife into his gut and extracted the money from his pocket with practiced efficiency. He could imagine no other motive for the owners of those glowing yellow eyes to be assembling like a flock of nocturnal vultures. He shivered with pain and yelled, each cry for help growing feebler than the last.
The sole functional street lamp was aflutter with moths enjoying the cool summer night. Yellow eyes bobbed at the edge of the light. Phil caught glimpses of long claws and lanky canine forms. He found a loose stone and threw it with a pitiful scream of rage.
A small figure broke away from the others and crept into the light. If it was a werewolf it was a sickly looking one. It had oversized round ears and appeared to be missing any trace of fur or a tail.
Phil squeezed his eyes shut. Perhaps this was just a hallucination, the f
MastersFaehound lowered his nose to the dirt and took an air sample. Particles of dust, plants, and animals drifted with the air into his nasal scent analysis chamber. Filters caught particles while air was ejected through tiny holes under his eyes. The filters generated a list of inorganic materials and species, complete with an estimate of time since sample deposit. Faehound lifted his head and wagged his tail. “Master, Mistress, Tinchild, we are here.” His measured, cheerful voice emerged from a circle of small holes on his throat. “The fairy scouting party returned through the portal approximately 3.43 hours ago. There has been no further activity from this side of the portal.”
Tinchild waved a lantern over the forest scenery. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingers on his chin, as he had learned to do after careful observation of humans in a state of heightened curiosity.
Faehound was excited for Tinchild. The Masters said he could not go far from home because
Bloodline Curse"I do not want them to see him.”
Yril lowered his ears and frowned at his mate. He knew he couldn’t keep it from happening, but he wished he could pretend it wouldn’t for a little while longer.
Taiph nuzzled the child sprawled on his belly between her arms. Rayld was only four months old. He had no way of knowing that life was more than warm earth, mother’s milk, and naps. His pudgy legs twitched as he slept.
She met Yril’s eyes and held them, unblinking. “They are old and wise,” she said. “They may be the only ones who know how to fix him. We do him no good by putting it off.”
She was right. He knew it and he couldn’t do anything about it. “All right,” he said, reaching out to run a finger over one of his son’s floppy little ears. “I will find them and bring them here so you do not have to carry him away from the den.”
He poked his head out of the den’s main entrance tunnel, scanned for dan
Werewolf LessonsFather’s words: “Keep your head down. Don’t look him in the eyes unless you’re prepared for a fight to the death.”
Luke kept his eyes on the worn floorboards between his paws. Soft moonlight glowed through the window. The stunning view of the city spread out beneath the hill would be quite enjoyable, if not for the company.
The gang leader reclined on an antique velvet couch riddled with claw punctures. “This is your youngest?” he said.
“Yes,” Father said. His head was bowed, posture rigid, scent tinged with fear. “He is a good boy. Very responsible. He will inherit the butcher shop. We are certain he will manage it wisely.”
Overwhelming scents rose from the floor. Blood, sweat, fur shed from dozens of different coats. Dried puddles of stale beer. Their voices laughed and growled from every corner of the old building. At the first hint of displeasure from their leader they would flood into the room with murderous
Biter, BittenEllie Hade set the basket of soup ingredients by the stove, got the fire started, and plopped into a kitchen chair. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples. An image of the day’s most challenging patient rose to the top of her thoughts. A runaway horse had trampled him and pulled a carriage over his broken body. Her assistance helped the doctor save him, but not before she decided to change tonight’s dinner to her favorite vegetation recipe. Travis called it You Don’t Want to Know soup, after the evening in which they decided not to swap work stories at dinner.
Tonight was one of her husband’s late nights, so she was in no hurry. After a hectic day at the hospital it was nice to come home and cook at her own pace.
Urgent knocks pounded the front door. Ellie sprang to her feet and raced to peer out the little round window set into it. A short, stocky woman stood on the doorstep. A boy who looked to be around sixteen years old leaned against her. He wore a ba
Locket SirensIf there's something I'm not supposed to be doing, I've forgotten. The locket rests, heavy and cold, on my palm. I shiver, gooseflesh prickling my bare arms as the wind shifts course. In a frenzied game of tag, the curls I slaved over this morning dance and flatten across my face and I squint, trying to see through the thick locks. The locket hums again, haunted, and grows colder still. Frowning, I flip my palm upside down, trying to rid it of metal. The chain binds my fingers closed. The locket doesn't budge, but hangs instead from the gap between my life and heart lines. A pain, like pinching and releasing the skin, pricks across the flexes of my hand.
"You can't let it go now, Lees," Koto whispers beside me, his chrome-tinted eyes bulging and riveted to the necklace entangling me. There's a sheen to his lips I've never seen before; as I watch, his tongue sweeps across them again. A nervous habit.
Despite myself, I chuckle--a clipped, haughty sound that falls from behind my teeth lik
[Hypnosis] Bolstering Defenses"No means 'No', Kenny. I don't like it when you do it to me and I'm not expecting it. Like hell I'm going to actually let you do it to me willingly!"
If it hadn't been made abundantly clear to most everyone in the jungle up to this point, Tarot was not fond of cuddling or hugging of any kind. He also wasn't fond of being hypnotized . Thereofore, the odd combination of the two that made up one of Kenny's favorite pastimes would make most anyone wonder why Tarot stuck around like he did. Even Tarot didn't know why sometimes, though that may have been less to do with him being a glutton for Kenny's cuddles on his own, and more because Kenny had left the desire to be cuddled in Tarot's subconscious like a Seven-Year Itch. Being the Monkey King didn't help since obviously it made his subjects all kinds of suspicious of their ruler; mostly that they were worried he was being slowly led into being made a meal of despite himself. Tarot had assured them multiple times, though, that this was not
[Growth+Crossover] Payback, Big Time"If you're trying to hide, whoever you are, you're not very good at it."
Tarot had had the feeling he'd been followed for a while now. It was definitely not something he wasn't used to; you didn't meet as many people (or more importantly piss off) as many people as Tarot did and NOT expect someone to be out for blood. This time didn't feel threatening. If it had been, he would have been attacked by now for sure. He was alone in the jungle, looking for that damn crown that Kenny decided would be HI-LARIOUS to hide somewhere. Of course, being alone like that made it very easy to pick out when he was being followed. He turned around fully and pointed to the tree his would-be stalker was hiding behind. "Come on out, whoever you are. You're not fooling me anyway."
Tarot watched and waited, dissimilar eyes focused on the trunk of the tree for a few seconds before he saw movement. After another moment or two, the figured peeked its head out, revealing a rather...well, interesting person. The
Trouble MakerKeeping up with a small, bouncy Feral Imp while stumbling along an abandoned path several feet behind is no easy task. Lilith is panting slightly; she’s been inactive for so long that her legs aren’t used to walking long distances anymore. Adding to her frustrations is the fact that she’s already lost sight of Icle several times. Her Imp’s shiny, white coat is easily spotted but she still doesn’t want to lose him.
She stops to catch her breath and look around. Her heart skips a beat as she realises that she is most likely out of the Burning Hells. If this is true, this path is a shortcut to Pandemonium and from there, to that weird realm called Heaven. An army from anywhere could use it.
No wonder it’s out of use.
Looking back at Icle, she pulls a face. Her trouble causing baby has also stopped. For reasons only he knows, he feels the need to lay on the ground and roll all over. Really, neither one of them should be out this far but he kept coming ho
Sleep TherapyShe'd liked to have blamed it on the fact that she was sleeping in a new room, in a new bed. She could, if she wanted to, come up with all kinds of psychological reasons why it was taking her so long to adjust to her new bedroom in the Friendship Rainbow Kingdom Castle after having spent years sleeping in the now former Golden Oaks library, which could turn into a lecture that would bore most of her friends and new subjects to sleep.
But Princess Twilight Sparkle knew that the reason she was having trouble sleeping wasn't the new surroundings, the new bed (which, despite seemingly made of crystals, was surprisingly comfortable and boasted sheets that were so soft and cozy that they would make a Saddle Arabian weaver jealous).
It was everything associated with it.
Somehow, she'd been okay with being a princess, so long as she still lived out of the library, could walk normally among the other ponies...so long as she could live a relatively normal life. Of course, there
Five Nights At Stitch-A-Bear ((Wonders))I began to hear noises in the supply room, buttons falling and needles dropping. I didn't bother go in the supply room I was listening to the voice mail.
'Hey there um I wanted to recored a message for you to get you stared with the new job. My name is Sky... Or Adam... Listen you don't have to worry you'll be fine! The mascots do move around a bit but they won't bite! Well there teeth are made out of sharp plastic Sooo... Um HEY look at the bright side! There are cameras so I think you should look at them for a while, just don't waist all your power ok? Anyways you'll be fine they won't hurt you unless you don't go anywhere but here. I'll talk to you soon!'
I sat there paralyzed... Why didn't they tell me this!? Why do they wanna hurt me? So many things spun in my head. I looked at the clock. 2:45, I looked at my power 87%.... I checked the cameras again and saw that one was gone. I quickly looked threw all the cameras and I couldn't find him, that husky! I panicked a bit and checked
TG: A New Akarikage and an Old Traitor "Man, this sucks..." Kana mumbled to himself, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The emotional baggage that genjutsu-ridden forest had dug up was bad enough, but being left like a sitting duck by it all and being of no help to his friends... having to sit idly by as they fought tooth and nail to protect him as well as themselves... that angered him to no end, but at this point he was just too mentally exhausted from the prolonged genjutsu assault on his brain to do anything about it. He let out a resigned sigh and hugged his knees to his chest, waiting with the others for the scouting team to come back.
"Ughhhhh....What's taking those scouts so long, Mister Prince?" he groaned at his nearby friend, rubbing his temples in an attempt to rid himself of the dull headache that still plagued him.
Propped up against a tree, his head still resting on the hilt of his sword, Tsuyoi calmly replied, "Scouting is dangerous, Kan
Flowers for an Angel Part 03“Those flowers are hideous,” he says after looking at them for the hundredth time. “I think I got ripped off.”
Lirasael looks over at him and raises her eyebrows. He frowns, unhappy. His gift is anything but amazing. She shakes her head.
“They’re just fine,” she tells him. “I think they’re beautiful.”
“I think you’re just saying that to make me feel better,” he sighs. He can feel the weight of her gaze. He hears her sigh.
“Exilis,” she tells him softly. “They are fine. I promise you.”
He looks from those awful flowers to her. She sits on the floor, folding their stupid mortal clothes and placing them into the stupid reed basket shoved into a corner. They had to be disguised. In this stupid form, she wears plain light earth brown robes over a black mesh bodysuit. Granted, she had worn this same uniform when she was in her angelic form but this form has no glow to it. He can’t even
John Egderp x Reader- IT'S EGBERT!John stood before you, arms crossed. You two were arguing... AGAIN. It was about something from a movie, and whether there was going to be another movie in the future or not. Either way, you two were STILL fighting.
In the end, John eventually gave in, sighing in defeat.
“Fine fine fine. Shut your mouth about it, okay? I don’t want Dave to start teasing me about it.” His arms were still crossed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I won’t tell anyone.” You ruffled his hair just to see him even more annoyed with you. You found John oddly adorable when he was all annoyed with you. He kinda seemed like a raging mouse when he was angry.
“Oh yeah. Speaking of the demon, what’s up with you and Dave? You guys are hanging out too much, and he’s starting to rub off on you.” He started almost angrily.
“Ohohohooo. Is Egderp jealous? Ooooo.” You teased, laughing afterwards.
“See?! You’re acting just like him! And st
Soul FlyUncle Levi and Auntie Gertrude and Katie didn’t miss Gramma. They didn’t even think about her until her Soul Fly Day came. Their flies were silver with big sparkly opal eyes, but Momma said the wood ones Grampa carved for us were just as good.
It was my first Soul Fly Day ever. Momma got me a new black dress and told me it was all right to cry. Katie’s dress had white ruffles and silver flies stitched into it. She pointed at my wood fly and called us poor.
There were so many people there was barely enough room for the shaman to get to Gramma. Everyone got real quiet so we could hear him say words I didn’t understand. Gramma’s Soul Fly came out of her mouth and started flying over us. It was like a paper doll, only just black. It landed on my head and Momma cheered and we sang Soul Fly Day songs. Katie whined about how she should have got the blessing because her fly was so pretty.
And that’s how my painting won first prize at the fair.
Unbirthday Literature ContestOur beloved home-on-the-internet turns fourteen (with a special "Alice in Wonderland" theme) this week, and we all know what "fourteen" means: acne, the step-and-sway at awkward school dances, and confusing emotions.
Or, it means a 14-themed, surrealist literature contest hosted by CRLiterature! This one allows both poetry and prose submissions, so there's something for everyone.
Dates NOW to Aug 19th, 2014, midnight PST (14 days long)
Tone Surrealism - blur the line between reality and the unconsciousTypes of Entries Both Poetry and ProsePoetry your entry must be a sonnet of 14 lines (for more about sonnets, check out this excellent article by futilitarian)Prose your entry must be a complete story, exactly 14 sentences longSubmission respond to this journal with a link to your submission and the words "CONTEST" and either "POETRY" or "PROSE"Also your submission must have a link to
Prompt: A surreal story that is 14 sentences long.
Word count- 185
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