Poetry and Pain
Council of thoughts, deciding my fate.…
Kling Klang Bang Bang
Steampunk/Cyberpunk short story written for the #PunkWars competition.Read and vote if you wish, but this story was entirely composed for the competition. I do not intend to continue this story, instead ending this short adventure at under 5000 words, as the competition dictates.If you're another participant, I wish you the best of luck, and I hope you enjoy my story!P. S. ><><><><><><><><><><><: mini chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~: change in perspective…
Hotel Babel
Hello! Welcome to Babel.It is our Ppleasure to have you here today. We willl try our beest to not disappoint you.Pleaase keep in mind that the other ressidents - uhm, guests - are to be reespected and treated witH care. Theey are, after alll, your new friends, and you'll be sleepping under the same roof.Ehem. We don't want to keep you waiting here for Mmuch, so... Yeah! Go geet used to your new home!Welcome to Babel! We hope you enjoy your stay.…
Beaks
The avian chirped in pain as his veins turned a sinister shade of darkness, glowing under his skin. His blood burnt like acid, a river of pain washing over his entire body. For a second, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and for a few seconds, he didn't -'Heads will roll,' he swore.==========The origin story of Cassiel Crow, leader of the terrifying Harbinger tribe and bringer of the apocalypse.The world has changed. A genetic disorder following a hasty medical error triggered the evolution of the human species through numerous mutations. Throughout the years, these mutations had been embraced. And society had changed accordingly.Beaks will be broken.…
One for Every Finger
"Yes father," I said courteously, bowing my head. "I will make sure it is done.""I'm sure you will, Slade."I bowed my head one more time, then marched away, the heels of my boots clicking on the vintage wooden floor. As with all noble families, it was considered great wealth to actually own a creaky, dusty mansion on the outskirts of the city. Load of horseshit, if you asked me. They just didn't want to mix with the commonfolk.Elsa, our headmaid, was waiting for me at the door. She hurriedly opened it, and I continued my march out of my father's study. A faint click behind me gave me what I wanted to hear, and I soundlessly slipped into a side door, a small, mishappen wooden thing most people walked past without a second glance.A temporary coat of black as the mask slipped comfortably over my face, covering all but my dark blue eyes. The lenses would take care of that, and I would be unnoticeable.The third night was almost here. It was time for the Phantom Fist to close itself over the house's most prized possessions once more. Little did they know that the Fist was one of their own, the son of their very master. And who would even suspect that the Fist was not one, but FIVE different people... All in the same body?…
Bloody Shores
One day, a man washed up on the red sandy shores of Coperus beach. He said he had woken up in a small boat, aimlessly bobbing to and fro in the middle of a vast ocean, with no memory of he was. He said a great storm had wrecked his modest boat, and that he had held on to a piece of wood for days before washing up at Coperus beach.He begged them for help. The villagers took pity on him, so they allowed him to stay. They called him Rolanso; poor Rolanso, the fool who had no clue who and where he was.This is the story of a simple man living in a small village.The story of a man. A man struggling with who he is. Struggling with the terrifying visions and memories of a world that once was. Fragments of images of seas of blood.For as we often find out, people are more complex than they seem.…
Flintlock
"You cannot outrun a wraith," the old man rasped. "He is coming for you, and he will fire a single bullet with your name on it."Flint knit his eyebrows and leaned in closer, tightly clasping the elder's weak hand in his. "Tell me more.""No," the bag of skin and bones whispered. "I am simply glad that I will not witness his return."The old man's hand went limp, and Flint sorrowfully stood up. He gently shut the lifeless eyelids and promptly left, thinking deeply about what he heard. One thing was clear, it didn't bid well.><><><><><><><><><><>
C.O.S.V.I.C.
=-=Council Of Sinister Villains In Cleburg=-=Index of Villains in Cleburg:1- Dr. Enigma Krauss (status: alive) 2- Giovanni Hinsdale (status: deceased) 3- Laguna Cane (status: alive) 4- Pandora (status: alive) 5- Ripper Rex (status: alive) 6- Seth "Dynamite" Simple (status: alive)1- Doctor Enigma Krauss: The literal definition of a mad scientist. Extremely intelligent and devious, Dr. Krauss is capable of manifacturing powerful weaponry and setting up ingenious traps. While a bit unstable, he remains valuable to any team. 2- [Unavailable. Please check with the Cleburg Morgue for more information.]3- Laguna Cane: Skilled assassin and mistress of stealth. She has mastered over eight fighting techniques and is a dedicated weapons expert. Additional skills include: break and enter, escape artist, survivalist, and disk throwing. Valuable for eliminating high priority targets. 4- Pandora: Not much is known about Pandora. She is able to teleport, although she appears to have limited control over this power. In addition, Pandora has shown to possess telekinetic capabilites and possible telepathic abilities. More research is required, only recruit in critical situations. 5- Ripper Rex: A monster of a man, Rex towers over three meters in height. He is very physically capable. Research shows multiple occasions of Rex lifting cars and throwing them with minimal effort. The full extent of his strength is yet unknown, perhaps even to himself. Every team requires a brute. 6- Seth "Dynamite" Simple: Explosives expert and tactician, Dynamite has evaded the Cleburg Police for many years. His usage of explosives as distractions is unparalleled. Even though Dynamite appears to be against killing people, he would still benefit the team and provide a strategic mind.=====================Rated mature for:Dark HumorCursingViolenceSexual referencesRubber DucksSelf harm/suicide<>IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THOSE LISTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ<>…
Bounty Hard (ON HOLD)
"Will 'Flamefist' Paragon?"The grizzled man with the graying hair took a long gulp from his glass, the ice cubes clinking against the smooth surface. For a few seconds, that was all he did, then he turned his eyes, bloodshot but still sharp, towards the middle-aged woman."I don't go by that anymore," he replied gruffly. "You're a bounty hunter. The stories say you reached into a dragon's mouth and ripped out its tongue, and when it lit your hand on fire you put it out with its eye.""The stories say a lot of things.""So that was a lie."Flat, almost heartbroken. She was moderately well dressed, most likely middle class, with an apple bottom and an equally large bosom. He took this all in with a sense of tasteless, dry humor."Exaggeration. It's good for business. Now if you don't mind -"He stood up, almost knocking the stool over. His honestly surprised expression said: 'whoops', and he straightened up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. The fabric came away stained with alcohol."- I'll be leaving. I have... Important business with the innkeeper's daughter."His words were slurred, his voice earnest and somehow pleasant."Sir, I don't care if the stories were true or not. You're the only person who can help. Please. We don't have much, but... We'll pay you. Everything we have.""Not interested, lady," he grumbled, stumbling away from the bar. "I don't want your cash and I don't want to help. Bugger off.""I beseech you, sir. Help a village in need."He didn't answer, slowly shuffling towards the exit. Keeping his balance was becoming increasingly difficult, and the droning of the woman from behind him was only irritating him further."We have children!" she cried. "Surely you can't be that heartless!"He paused at that and could almost feel hope flicker inside her. Then, his heart heavy, he pushed the mahogany door open and exited, leaving his worries behind him. Or so he believed. Maybe he wanted to believe that.Cover by: @Last_Apprentice…
Cilyber (COMPLETED)
<>1ST PLACE WINNER IN THE EARNESTY AWARDS 2018 (science fiction)<>~2ND PLACE WINNER IN THE ZODIAC AWARDS 2018~!!COMPLETED!! "The filth always finds a way. A way to every mechanical arm and leg. To every artificial mind and to every plastic heart. We were ALL affected. And I... I'll never be able to go back to who I was before."She raised her eyes to meet his. "I can help you," she said softly. A science-fiction novel set in a chaotic cyberpunk world, where advanced technology is part of everyone and everything.Cilyber City. Most infamous for its pollution, crime, and CyberScreens, all three of which populate the city alongside cybernetically enhanced citizens. A heavily underfunded Police Department desperately tries to bring order and justice to the city. But beneath the seemingly normal acts of crime and anarchy, a sinister plot unfolds, and this time the stakes are exceptionally high. So when everyone seems to have a second face hidden in the shadows, who can be trusted? Dive headfirst into the world of Cilyber. Trust me, just don't set foot in the slums of the city, stay where the CyberScreens glow, and you'll be safe.¬bŮŤ ŃøȚ FŘÖm MÉ.¬ŃĘVėŘ fřØM Mě.P.S. Special thanks to QReem01 for reading my chapters and giving me feedback before I posted them. Highest Rankings (as of September 23):#6 in Cyberpunk#243 in Science Fiction…
Bloodstalk (COMPLETED)
Run. There is no time.If she catches you, you will die. No second chances. And there are no hunters better than her, none more deserving of her bow.You must beware her bow. It shoots true through the night, and one day, it will fire an arrow with your name on it. That arrow will not miss.You must run. You must outrun the murderer. You must outrun the goddess. You must outrun the witch. You must outrun the huntress.But you must also watch your step. Half her game is caught through traps, and you will pass through many. Some hidden better than others. Do not let them intimidate you or distract you from your duty. You must run. Hiding is futile. She can smell your blood. Hear your heartbeats. See your aura. You must run. You must escape. By doing so, you will be the first. But I have faith in you, Alex. My little Sapphire.(P̶̺̒.̶̘̀S̸̱͐.̸͎͊ ̵̙̊Ṁ̵͎e̴͓͒à̵̮n̸̢͝ẗ̷͔́ ̴̝͂t̸͕͂ò̷͇ ̶͎͒b̷̘̚e̶͇͘ ̵̙̿r̷̀ͅe̴̖̔a̶̼̐d̶̳̀ ̸̮͒a̷̡͌f̵̲̽t̵͓̕é̸̖r̶̖̎ ̴̒Cilyber)!!!COMPLETED!!!…
Swords and Spells
Set in a fictional medieval world, this fantasy novel dives into the difficult life of Reeve Leafwolf. A dispute is growing between two states of the great kingdom. At first, it seems to be a normal disagreement, but then the hands pulling the strings show themselves... And they are NOT pretty.((Very old scrap of a novel, dating as far back as 2017. This is NOT going to be continued. Bounty Hard is my priority and signature fantasy novel.))…