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"Where am I going?" I asked myself staring into a mirror--my rear view mirror glaring at me beneath the morning frost.
I played a novel while sitting in the drivers seat of my car, though the volume hardly excreted enough noise to give me any sense of where the main character stood. The words were but a deep grumbling playing though the highly tweeted subs across my back glass.
The smallest things can sometimes leave the largest impacts. Science leaves me stunned, and suffocating at times, though it tends to be contradictory. That's myself--contradictory--and when I stare upon myself in a broken mirror, I see distortion. The Universe, maybe this I see, a course of strings and electrical impulses so very similar to the human mind--even my mind, but as I stare closer into the mirror intending to see the atoms in the black of my eyes, I say to myself: "This is all in theory."
My vehicle seemed much louder in the cold settings of winter. The gear shifter popped into reverse, an
Ecclesia's Wind"Did the stranger give you his name?" Mr. Trice asked, his hand held out above the counter as three gold coins hovered above his palm. They danced in the absence of gravity, occasionally clinging into one another.
My elbows sat on the counter, my hands fisted beneath my chin, mesmerized by the floating coins. "I wouldn't have called him a stranger if I knew his name."
"Aye," he glared at me from beneath his white caterpillar eyebrows. "But I swore he gave you his name? Maybe my old ears deceived me."
He clasped his hand, and the coins struck the counter top simultaneously.
I smirked with a roll to my eyes. "Maybe he gave me a name, but I prefer stranger for right now. That's all he is."
I slid from my cold stool, and stepped lightly forwards the end of the counter. The windows were still damp of dew, but the east sun dried the top corners into a dusty film. Across the street stood another small building who's roof had fallen in over the years as if it had lost its mind and it's skull c
Ecclesia (short summary)The Wind seemed to follow him, Sere often gazed, though he convinced her he was Human. Kaze followed the daughter of the Village Leader, and they noticeably faked their excitement to be wedded. Sere's curiosity grew, pushed by a hidden force of a nature, and in such a short amount of time she finds that she's breathless with as well as without him.
Anamolia Chapter OneAnamolia
Chapter One: "
The first year of four began on a microsecond. The crossing streets beamed of neon lights, flashing and dimming as machines slowed the time, and we, my people, were capable of witnessing the vibrant numbers pass illuminated across the Capital city.
Our ancestors celebrated the dawn of the New Years, but that was a time when the Sun still thrived--still heated our human bodies, and I watched those numbers pass as if they were the sun--as if they emitted light or hope.
"Miles, are you okay?"
My twin sister placed her hand across the polished aluminum table and on my wrist. My gaze was hardly interrupted, though she'd be the only one that'd see any hint of it if I had shown any.
I pulled my wrist against my chest, and crossed my arms, the crowds cheering, drinking their bubbly drinks in celebration of...nothing.
"I'm fine, just bored."
Above the capital tower, the numbers sped back to hyper speeds--time traveling as it was into the future. T
ECCLESIA Episode Three: Days to ComeECCLESIA
Episode Three: "Days to Come"
I knew nothing
At this point in a corrupted time.
Ignorance posed a threat,
--A suffocating threat--
If I did not rise soon to meet
The intellect I possessed.
And I dreamed of Him
In the most unusual of circumstances.
As if a trigger had been pulled,
His auras followed me like the air,
A foreign calling of my name.
Kaze stood before me,
A hole bled
Through the silver silk of my dress.
I still thought
Suffocation and the red
Folding down my stomach,
Streaming across the silver skirt.
He stood tall and
If not for the clouded darkness.
In his hand
Thumped a ball of pink tissue,
The red dripped
Pouring from ripped veins
At the soles of his bare feet.
And paralysis held me back
From retrieving it.
I decided to take the next several days off and used the opportunity to assist my older sister in a few household chores. Of course, I really didn't do much. Going back to Mr. Trice's store
Ecclesia 'The Final Surrage' prologueECCLESIA
Episode Zero: "Rise" (Prologue)
The world collapsed one pillar at a time. The Final Surrage was only the beginning of a series of tragic events according to the Suns that circled a wide sky. The Sun that rose in the east beamed as the brighter and earlier star and marked the beginning of a thirty minute gap for the dim west sun to follow. I once paid them little attention for they were meaningless to me in all ways except the telling of time, but now I marveled at them and their dim glow, their troubling beauty and life a representation of unanimous beings that I had yet to comprehend.
"Kaze," I called the name of my last and closest friend. "Do you really believe what your sister explained to us?"
The wind whispered a strange lie as Kaze finished collecting water from the red river, commonly referred to as the Scarlet River, and the only river to my knowledge that ran wild throughout the known land.
His false smile came and went. "Serenity, all we can do is pray that things m
ECCLESIA: Episode One: ReverentECCLESIA
Episode Two: "Reverent"
Three years passed slower than the death of a Mahogany Beetle caught in the ooze of a Cloro Tree. They ate the sap using a slick tongue, and sometimes fell victim to its adhesive texture taking weeks for them to die. I passed by one of the critters on my early morning walk, too sleepy to snarl my nose and I moved on.
I squinted in regret as I twisted the rusty knob. The hinges squealed, and I wished to follow its example. However, I kept my complaints to myself. The grocery shop consumed the majority of my time. I smiled away, though sometimes faint. Mr. Trice was the only employer willing to hire me with my condition, if being Human was truly a disability. Behind the counter I sat, my posture horribly hunched on a backless stool.
"Why are you early?" Mr. Trice's voice naturally sounded as if he spoke in a barrel, deep and scratchy.
Through a crooked window I watched the east sun rise above a line of forest. The west sun would follow it in a short thi
ECCLESIA: Episode One: AlibiECCLESIA
Episode One: "Alibi"
We stayed in a cabin just on the outskirts of town despite my father's occupation as a member of the Council. As a result, my mother worried little about the food on the table in comparison to our neighbors. I looked upon my parents relationship as beautiful, their methods on caring for my sister and I equally perfect. I never saw myself or my sister as attention seekers, though my sister once threw a tantrum in the market place when my father forbade her a new dress. She hardly left a mark on society though; she didn't stand above a crowd--not on the same levels that I did.
A visitor once asked my mother: "Her hair is gorgeous, who mixed the hair dye?"
My mother and father looked upon each other hesitantly: "Her hair is not colored; it's naturally that dark blue," my mother responded politely.
Our neighbor raised a brow, and continued: "And you say she is human? You've noticed no strange phenomenons?"
The woman's eyes sat heavily on me as I bathed in the
SpaceNothing moved. The world stood disturbingly still in a sort of lingo, may it or may it not have been a purgatory--which I often contemplated as well. An eyeless angel cushioned my head--my dog chewed the cheap buttons off it's face--as I starred into the ceiling.
"That crack is going to kill me," I spoke so blandly that I bored myself.
Work would arrive in only thirty minutes. I'd perform the same activities as the day before. Sall would sit in the chair next to me, and chart and ramble about what her annoying ass kids had done that previous day. I'd have to document about the patient in room 631 falling out of bed again. She fell every day, and I highly doubted she was discharged at this point. Mary Winkleblack was her name, a woman with everything wrong, but nothing legally documented. I think it's illegal for me to reveal her name? Hell, what am I saying? I know it's illegal.
I'm not worried about getting fired though, because for Pete's Sake--whoever the fuck Pete is--look at my la
Levi X Reader Zombie AU! Ring Around the Rosie
(Pshhhh!This is what I was listening to on repeat while I wrote this! It's beautiful!!)
Ring around the rosie
Life never lasts long. It's just the way things are. But when the plague came and whipped across the planet, life became shorter. It became a gift, a present given to you by the deity that was watching you. But by no means does that mean the deity will stay. The luck they give you is now limited.
Those who die shock awake, becoming nothing less of a monster. Biting into loved ones, strangers, children and their mothers, sons protected by fathers. They weren't picky.
Survivors of this disease flock from city to city in an endless chase of cat and mouse, having no clear purpose in life other than to serve as food for the creatures that roam free. Everything changes; smell being a big one. From smoke and sweat and the occasional lavender or other flowery scent to raw flesh, the sting of iron that pierces your nostrils, and pure garbage. Not pleasant, but to be expecte
Creepypasta: With Friends Like TheseCreepypasta: With Friends Like These
You aren’t normally one to suggest stupid outings for the sake of stupid outings, but you and your friends are equal parts bored and stressed about high school starting up again. What better way to de-stress than spending a night in an abandoned house on the edge of town that’s reputedly haunted? Okay, there’s probably many ways that are all better and far less convoluted, but screw logic, you and three of your friends have made the decision and that’s how it’s gonna go down. Errol is the only one who won’t be coming. He said he’d be pretty busy tending to something that came up, although he wished you, Avril, Nathan, and Gary good luck in your ghost hunting.
“You guys ready to get scared?” Gray sniggers as the four of you look upon the desolate structure. You drove your friends out here, seeing as you’re the only one whose parents let you use their car.
The boards over the windows have lon
Creepypasta: A Game I Cannot WinCreepypasta: A Game I Cannot Win
So. It’s come to this. Eighty-one years of age, and before infirmity has a chance to claim my life I am forced to play Russian roulette with these five faceless men. But it’s not so bad. I know how this will end, and that takes the edge off my trepidation. I look up at the stairs leading up to the cellar door, seeing as we are in my basement, seated around a battered card table. I could make a break for it. But I smirk inwardly, because this will offer an escape in its own way.
I pick up the revolver and put the barrel to my head.
Nothing. I smile and pass it to the figure to my right. He makes no move to pick up the revolver, as I suspected. I pass the gun to the figure to his right, who again, makes no attempt to pick up the weapon. This repeats until I have passed the revolver all around the table, and none of the faceless men have moved in the slightest.
I pick up the revolver a second time, and put the barrel to my head again befo
Valley's End Road - II. JedidiahValley’s End was much like any other road that wound through these sparsely populated hills. Paved to a point with a few homesteads scattered off its sides, and then dwindling to rough gravel, narrowing to smooth packed clay, and finally becoming two wheel ruts with dandelion and blue chicory growing tall down the middle. The mountain dwellers on this end of it did not like to be seen or intruded upon. Urban legends ran rampant, fantastic tales of less-than-human abominations living and breeding and killing. Humans find what they don’t understand to be frightening; they must then create something of which to be frightened, justifying their inability to accept whatever it is they choose not to understand.
Blood tied all the inhabitants at the end of the road. The stories and sightings fueled by outsiders kept it a quiet place, which is how they liked it. The country was rough; thousands upon thousands of square acres of hardwood forest, unforgiving inclines and sudden hidden
I've Got YouHe was falling.
He made no audible sound as he did. Partly because fear had gripped his voice box to the point where he couldn't make a noise and the other half was that he would only get a harsh mouthful of saltwater in response to his cry.
The water was rushing closer to him. Fifty feet. Forty feet. Thirty feet. Twenty.
He had tried to twist his body to grip the edge if the cliff face beside him, but the rough-edged rocks just sliced through the think skin on his fingers and palms, forcing to let himself just plummet down below.
It was crazy, really. The great Altair, master of assassination, was going to die. Not because of the fall he was taking, but because of his lack of being able to swim.
He was most ashamed of himself.
A small grunt came from his clenched teeth as he made contact with the ocean and right on impact, he began to sink. He bucked his legs upward, trying to stop his sinking but they just flailed, not doing anything to help him.
Ever since he was a child, he had alw
The Distorted MirrorsPlease note that this is a biography of my encounters with some rather paranormal entities within my second grade year in elementary school. Now, I just want you to know that this all is indeed true, and it's going to be something I never forgot, and can remember vividly. Well, I guess I'll start with how this all started and stuff, and how vivid one's mind and imagination can be.
So, it was the second grade, like I said already, and I was quite the child, but I was cowardly at times, not that it's unusual or anything. Though at the same time, I did have some sense of bravery. It was when it was close to summer, I had exams, though I honestly cannot remember the name; not every detail was with me then, I'm afraid. Instead of being in a normal classroom like normal people, I was just mortified and reluctant to learn that I would be having to spend my week in solitude, and one thing I definitely don't like is solitude, even at that age; at that age, I was horrified of being in small room
Creepypasta: A Trillion Points of LightCreepypasta: A Trillion Points of Light
I am the anti-thesis, and I am the last in line to every feast. I am the teeth which never cease to gnash, and I am the eye that has been pricked out. I am the Dream Delver, the Avatar of the All-Seeing Council, He Who is of Immortal Blood, Messiah. But you may call me the Triptych.
You may wonder why I have chosen to appear to you in your dreams tonight, Human. The answer is rather boring, which is appropriate. Because the truth is that I myself grow bored, much like a Human child pulls the wings off flies and sears ants beneath a magnifying glass for no purpose greater than acting for action’s sake. It has been many moons since I last was tasked by the Old Ones who I am privileged to serve, and I have grown stagnant. So I rationalize this meeting as me keeping up with myself, but the truth is that my abilities are not dependent on practice. They will never decay with time as a Human’s skillsets would. The truth, and if I am telling
Creepypasta: Number XCreepypasta: Number X
Alexander stared at the blackboard for a full five minutes before he had the presence of mind to look at the clock on the classroom’s wall. 8:08 PM. Great, now not only was he slowly going insane searching for an explanation but Alexander had missed his supper as well. Surely he had made an error, because this…this had somewhat grave implications.
The genteel math and English teacher called Alexander Phipps often doodled equations on the blackboard after the day was done and all his students had abandoned Ridgeview High to do whatever it was that kids did these days. He had been applying the mathematical concept of pi to non-Euclidean spatial geometry and stumbled across something most unsettling. Alexander had found a number which was like dada was to art. “Dada” was a school of art which sought to destroy all other art, and this was akin to it in that it was a number that seemed to disprove all other numbers. He had represented it on the
Shadow, Fog and Firelight
Shadow, Fog and Firelight
Weeeee-ooo! Weeeee-ooo! Weeeee-ooo!
Madeleine Hawthorne awoke to the mournful sound of the foghorn from nearby Hogan’s Gap. Faint streams of moonlight illuminated the foggy, rain covered panes of the large bedroom, revealing the walls of various posters and costumes, fabric and fashion accessories.
For a moment she lay staring up at the upper bunk where her sister Giselle, age ten, slept. Then she turned her head and looked at the round bay window opposite the bed. Wavering shadowy patterns glided slowly over the glass--shapes that didn’t seem to match any of the windblown trees or silvery rain trails. They seem more like a fantastic tumult of microscopic pond life rather than anything that could be visibly recognized from her backyar
A Secret Cord"I'd like to bring this to a whole new psychosis."
Sweat pinned itself within the air. The temperature rose with every tug on the rope, those thick knots stressing a tight grip around a pair of frail wrists. The time of day became unknown when a busted eye opened to a room full of old colors. The windows were sheathed with a silver shield--a cheap brand of aluminum foil, and as if it were a mirror, he starred at his crumpled reflection.
"Did you hear me?"
Distance became difficult to judge. One eye swollen, and the other hazy, her body wobbled for an impossible freedom. Her strength weak, she respond:
"Where am I?"
"I don't know."
He stepped while finishing: "Do not know."
He kneeled before her. Suddenly, the pale colors of the room blurred. Her breath left her swiftly, and the man starred at her under such propulsion. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. It chattered.
A rapid heartbeat tampered with the tension.
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
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