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she shall inherit"Your meekness is sensual."she shall inherit by *enigmaticsmile
The words caught her off guard, especially since she had been lost in her normal reverie: the imaginary world she lived in while walking, shopping and eating among the throbbing crowds of citizens that packed this city from wall to wall during business hours.
But they caught her off-guard in another way, and it took her a second to realize it. For some reason, she wasn't offended at being called "meek" by a complete stranger. It was true, but that doesn't mean a stranger should address it. Maybe it was because of the suave and confident way he delivered the sentence. Maybe it was his Ivy-League good looks and high-end business suit. Maybe it was the calm, slightly smiling expression on his face. She didn't know. But she wanted to hear him explain what he meant.
So, she put down her paper cup of tea and just looked back at him through her slightly too-thick glasses. He started to look somewhat familiar, b
The CanaryThe CanaryThe Canary by ~AzuleneAroma
He's such a lovely bird, this crow. Gold eyes all beady and gleaming, gold like my ring, wrapped between his toes. He looks at me in confusion and I pick him from the floor, retrieve my ring and restore it to the third finger of my left hand. I tuck the crow under my arm and walk down the gray stone steps from my bedroom to my great hall. There's an empty cage now, three of the old crows who had been with me for so many, many years passed away a few weeks ago. Their eyes turned a dull color, ooze came from their nares and then they just died. Those three had been here so long; I'd forgotten which was which.
I place this new crow in the cage with a handful of grain and a few raisins. I tell my serving wench to fetch him a bowl of fresh water. The crow lets out a mournful croak, as if he's just beginning to understand his fate; the fate of all who try to steal from me.
I sit at the long table and resume my study of the methods used by the Al Khemiti, my foremothers' kin, to ex
It's Not about the Money, Honey My person bought me at the Humane Society, attracted by my black and white fur. That's what she told her mate, right there by my cage. I had to get a bunch of shots and such, but it ended out to be a good thing. My person, Gina, was smart for a human.It's Not about the Money, Honey by *xlntwtch
After a month or so, she looked up the kind of dog I was growing into and realized she'd bought a border collie.
Gina researched more and saw I'd need a whole lot of exercise and a job to do to be happy.
That made Gina happy, too, since she wanted new friends and a new hobby. Little did she know the hobby would be full-time agility work. I didn't know it either, but once we did it, I loved it. Gina also seemed to love it, since she gave me little snacks when I did it right and she laughed a lot. I could tell she mostly laughed at herself, not at me. Dogs are smart that way.
First I learned voice commands, like "stay, quiet, stop, go, left, right" and so on. Then Gina trained me to answer those by different movements of
Coming of the Centaurs- Act ThreeLike before, I don't know how long it takes to get there, but I feel safer with Serenity at my side. I also find it a bit harder with her around. She keeps getting in my way every time I try to squeeze between the trees, but we make it there eventually with absolutely no trouble on our part. We meow in unison to get the centaur's attention.Coming of the Centaurs- Act Three by ~DragonmasturandMoe
She has her hands over her face again, but uncovers it as soon as she sees us. She glances over at Serenity in the same hopeful way she glanced at me. “Can you help me?”
Serenity takes a few steps forward, probably to let the beast how important she is, and changes back into her human form. “I can,” she said, “I'll use an earth spell to unwrap those vines for you.”
The centaur lowers her ears cautiously. “And you won't damage the plants?”
Serenity puts her right hand over her heart in a sort of pledge. “I promise I won't damage the plants.” I roll my eyes. This meeting of the tree-huggers i
Coming of the Centaurs- Act TwoI lower my ears and meow, widening my eyes to show sincerity. Now that I'm close enough, I notice how beautiful this creature really is. The aforementioned spotted horse body has white hooves and long feather covering most of them. The human torso is that of a young woman. Her skin was almost as pale as the white in her fur. It wasn't pasty-pale, but more like porcelain. And her hair hung in a long white curtain past her shoulders and down her back. Her chest was concealed by a leaf tunic, which I'm sure has nothing underneath.Coming of the Centaurs- Act Two by ~DragonmasturandMoe
“Can you help me?” The horse girl raises a foreleg, showing that it is entangled with rough vines. I assume those would be what's keeping her rooted to that spot. Either way, with her being part horse, I don't think the forest is her natural habitat. She must have been dragged or imprisoned here. I should try not to scare her, though; she seems to be a pretty timid creature. I morph back into my human form and hold out my hand for her to shake.
Coming of the Centaurs- Act One I slap my pen down on the desk, relieved to have finally finished my homework. Because I'm the one lucky enough to live in a house where I'm required to finish my homework on a Friday. Yippee. My mom says that is imperative that I finish all homework as soon as possible. Imperative. That's her favorite word. She's always so uppity, But she has a point.Coming of the Centaurs- Act One by ~DragonmasturandMoe
My mom, Audrey Auginz, is an official member of the Mystical Creatures Protection Council, or the MCPC for short. Most of us just end up calling it the Council. It's the Council's job to keep the balance between the mystical creatures that stay hidden from humans throughout the world, and humans themselves. Every member of the council is a mystical creature. My mom, like the rest of my family, is a werecat and chairwoman. And I, Cleo Auginz, am an apprentice, a trainee. I still have a long way to go before I'm an official member of the council.
But that doesn't worry me at all. All I care about is that I'm done with my homewo
A Dragon's Journey Pt. 6 Meanwhile, a thousand li away, news of a dragon trying to steal knowledge from kings and scholars had reached the ears of the kingdom that Yongxin came from.A Dragon's Journey Pt. 6 by ~magic6jewls
“A knowledge stealing dragon! That’s horrendous! Quick, tell some of the villagers to join the warriors at the entrance of Yongxin. Until word comes that this dragon has been captured, we must enforce our protection.”
Everyone agreed that more warriors should be placed at the entrance of Yongxin’s study in case this terrible dragon comes by and steals his work. So that very evening, men were sent to guard the study with weapons and opened eyes. Their undying loyalty to the dragon was baffling. Unfortunately, Yongxin would never see it.
After many months of endless flying, our dragon reached his homeland. He drank in the familiar scents and took in the familiar views, but he did not feel delight upon seeing home. Instead, he was wary of knights and warriors all the way until he reached his st
Stage DirectionsCHARACTER INTRODUCTIONStage Directions by =clownscape
She was pushed into the stage that didn’t have another side to it. And although her first thoughts were those of fleeing, she suddenly realized that the entrance from where she had been pushed in had disappeared too. There was no exit. And there was no one else.
There was a bright light coming from the front side of the stage. It made seeing the audience impossible. If there were any. But the light hurt her eyes. She tried to cover her eyes with her left palm. Held a few inches away from her face. Her palm facing the light. Trying in vain to obstruct it. For it was too bright. It poured right across her skin. Crossed it like soldiers crossing the fences with barb wires. And stuck, like needles, in her eyes.
And what of the stage? Why was she there?
She started to walk across the stage. Trying to cross it. And leave it. Or at least, move away from the center stage. Before it was too late. But the stage no longer had any sides. It went
Tough CrowdJenny led the way to the clearing. "This is going to be the best campout ever!" she promised.Tough Crowd by ~JoeyLiverwurst
"I'll believe that when I see it," someone pouted.
"Oh, cheer up," Jenny prodded. "I have a surprise for everyone!"
"I hope it's a way out of here," someone else complained.
"Where do you find these people?" Jay asked Jenny.
"They're friends from online," Jenny answered through clenched teeth.
"They make me want to get rid of my computer," Jay grunted, and Jenny laughed out loud.
"That'll be the day! Then how would we keep up?" she demanded.
"Carrier pigeon," Jay said with a smirk.
Right then, the group arrived at the clearing. Jenny instructed everyone to set up camp, and Jay started by opening a big bag of charcoal briquettes. Jenny advised everyone else to help him, but in the end, only she did. As she carefully poured lighter fluid, Jay resumed conversation.
"Couldn't we have come out here alone?" he wondered.
"Yeah, but we could come out here alone any time," she reasoned.
Jay shivered. I
Looking UpAaron fumed.Looking Up by ~JoeyLiverwurst
It was his day off, and here he was at work anyway, two hours to close. He hated training people, but tomorrow was a big day, and he would pay for it in the long run if he put it off. He had been home alone, wasting time, but the principle of it still bothered him. He practically lived here these days.
He exited the car and slammed the door. Then he noticed a young man, probably a college student, standing at the edge of the parking lot. He was on the grass, looking straight up at the night sky. A full moon gleamed overhead.
In his funk, Aaron had forgotten the full moon! It almost always cheered him up. He smiled and called out to the stranger, "Hope I didn't disturb you."
There was no response, and Aaron stopped to stare at the full moon for a while himself. He felt better. He laughed, remembering his childhood experiment to see how long it took for the full moon to turn him into a werewolf. He had been a weird kid, and proud of it.
"It's beautiful, but it doesn't do any
Thirteen Cycles of Dreams "That first 'night' I read myself to sleep, a normal thing to do here.Thirteen Cycles of Dreams by *xlntwtch
"Nothing really happens here anyway except a trip to the pantry and library.
"I used to go outside the spacecraft a lot, but not much anymore.
"Lost my nerve when my suit tore and Sally had go out there and rescue a big, old, been-here-over-a-year astronaut.
"I've been above Mars all this time, watching tiny dots of light that may or may not be sentient. It gets tiresome. Houston keeps saying, 'Just watch, Red. You copy? Observation only. No communication at this time. Copy, Red? Roger. Over and out.' I'm sick of watching and speculating about those lights, to tell you the truth.
"Instead I read an 'amazing' amount of ethbooks. That's what Sally says, but she's only been here a few months and thinks the view
Bob's Tattoo and GroceryGraveyard shift sucks. That's it, it sucks, no two ways about it, no making lemonade from those lemons, graveyard shift is a soul-sucking, mind-sapping experience that only the rare person who gets off on misery can enjoy. Naturally, it was the only type of work I could find for my summer vacation.Bob's Tattoo and Grocery by ~darknezz111
The local grocery store, Bob's Discount Tattoo and Grocery, had decided to start offering twenty-four hour service to the strange folk who need to buy a gallon of milk or a carton of cigarettes at 3 o'clock in the morning. They needed brave young men and women to man the front lines of the night shift, and, needing a reason to get out of the house during the summer, I applied and was fortunate enough to be hired. It didn't take me long to realize that work sucks almost as bad as being unemployed.
You see, for the earlier part of the evening, we have a few people here and there who come in for the aforementioned odd item, people who for whatever reason just couldn't wait until daylight to pur
The Butterfly ChildIn a certain region of Japan there is a tiny forest shrine, up a winding dirt path and nearly hidden in the trees. This shrine is the dwelling place of a much-revered kami, or local deity, and this is its story.The Butterfly Child by =Shamziel
A village once stood at the edge of the forest. In this village lived a man who farmed a small plot of vegetables and flowers to sell for his livelihood. He tended to his plants with the concentration of an ascetic monk, and so few of the other villagers suspected that he was in fact very lonely. His only real company was the sunlight, the rain, and the great numbers of butterflies who came in the springtime to settle on his flower patch.
The lonely man had a special love for the flowers he grew, and he was honored that the butterflies shared in his appreciation. He would watch with a smile as they floated down to perch on the blossoms and drink their nectar, and sometimes he would speak to them in a low voice of how they lightened his work with their beauty.
One evening, the m
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