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Swag and Sassy: Round 1
The metallic clang of the chain echoed as Trey "Swag" Williams rained hit after hit upon the heavy punching bag making it swing with every blow. Sweat glistened on his ebony skin, tracing the contours of his muscular frame like liquid bronze.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl who survived
The weather is breath taking it is windy dark outside not letting sun to rise. Alina is lying in her bed thinking, what she should do next as she is done everything to live her life. But life is not doing fair. The thoughts are hitting her continuously.
By Parveen Baloch 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 15
“Bry, for the dozenth time… please stop flopping around so much!” Pori was trying to keep little Bry from falling off her back and he wasn’t helping much. Pori was still not keen on the whole idea of poking holes in the the sea-wolf’s ship. “I think this is a big mistake… Something tells me that our parents would have a better plan here.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Assessing the Damages
The next few hours and the day after the day after the storm were mostly spent making calls, watching the news, and trying to support each other and the community. Helen was pleased that her trailer survived the storm, but she was completely without power. Still, she was glad to go home. She made some Amish life jokes before I left her there to clean up and figure out her next move. Fig hadn't called yet and I was trying not to panic about that.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
The Temple At Ephaistos
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. "Sounds like something Aphrodite might say" the Goddess snorted in disgust as she read the words aloud from the inscription on the stone tablet which currently sat upon her lap "That whore has vexed me again." Baj winced at the mention of the Goddess Aphrodite. As with Athena, Elyria held a strange fascination bordering on obsession with the Goddess of love, but, unlike with Athena, for Aphrodite, Elyria bore no admiration or grudging respect. Instead she expressed only contempt and a deep seated hatred and jealousy. Whenever her name was spoke aloud he knew he was in for a long winded tirade describing the many faults and shortcomings of Aphrodite and her hordes of "zombies" as Elyria referred to the unfortunate men, who, like himself had been pressed into service of a Goddess mostly against their will. Although his own forced servitude was painful and humiliating, when he thought of Aphrodite's zombies he was thankful for his own fate. Unlike Elyria, when Aphrodite enslaved a man she took not only his body and spirit, but also robbed him of his mind. They became like empty shells, not able to think for themselves, or act in any way without the express approval of Aphrodite herself. Only breathing without permission was allowed. The zombies could not eat, bathe, or even piss or shit without first asking Aphrodite. Many of her men died of starvation or disease, not for lack of food or clean clothes and shelter but because the Goddess simply forgot, or actively withheld, approving their ability to eat or to bath themselves. For a man like Baj, it would be a fate worse then death. After giving Elyria a moment to compose herself Baj dared ask somewhat impertinently "What has she done this time Goddess?" Elyria fumed at the question, her cheeks reddening a bit, biting down softly on her lower pouty lip before replying sharply "Several of her zombies have managed to infiltrate my great temple at Ephaistos and stolen one of my Elyrian spears." The spears were powerful weapons indeed. When thrown by the Goddess they could travel many miles at speeds approaching that of sound, and they always found their target. They were said to have been forged of purissimum argentum by the great dwarven silversmith Skardak Forgehelm and had been given to the Goddess as a gift by the dwarven demiGod AnKaris whose love for Elyria was legendary, at least in the mind of the Goddess. In reality, AnKaris was something of a player having impregnated at least three Goddesses including Elyria in the span of less than 100 years. A timeframe that for a mortal would equate to someething like a week. One of the other impregnated Goddesses happend to be Aphrodite, a fact that no doubt contributed at least in part to Elyria's seething jealousy and hatred for her. "The great temple at Ephaistos is one of your strongholds Goddess. How could they manage such a thing?" Baj asked with only the slightest hint of sarcasm, which, of course the Goddess either did not, or pretended not, to notice. The so called "great" temple at Ephaistos, was, like many of the Goddesses temples only great if you considered a run down rock strewn former castle guesthouse, overrun by weeds and dikon lizards great. On a good day it boasted a contingent of no more than 20 of Elyria's servants and supplicants. Those few that did "live" at the "great" temple were typically of less than sound mind and body and many stayed only because they were given three meals a day and a stack of hay upon which to sleep whenever they did. The fact that they were also forced to spend up to 8 hours a day attending courses and listening to lectures describing in excrutiating detail the philosophy of hope and love espoused by the Goddess caused most of the homeless to quickly decide a life on the streets was preferable. "According to reports they disguised themselves as supplicants desiring to learn of my philosophy of hope and love. They said they had heard of my many wise teachings and great beauty and were so enthralled they immediately began a pilgrimage to the nearest temple dedicated to me so they might pledge themselves as supplicants." "And your temple guards believed that obviously made up story?" Baj sneered, then immediately regreted his words when he saw the anger twinged with hurt on the Goddesses face. Then he felt the pain, the sting of the mental whip she stung him with. He dropped to a knee and gasped as he always did whenever she punished him in this way. The pain was significant and severe and in this particular case she had struck him hard, very hard. "Of course they believed it. Such a thing is a very common occurrence at my many temples human. Now get up and shut up. It is time for us to leave." the Goddess spat angrily "To where do we head Goddess?" Baj asked timidly, still regaining his senses and a bit off balance from the whipping he had just recieved. "To the great temple at Ephaistos of course. Where else?" As they set off to gather their belongings for the long trip west to Ephaistos Baj fumed in anger at the Goddess for the punishment. It was not deserved and unjust, arbitrary and capricious and he hated the Goddess for it each and every time she did it. And yet, it was not the anger in her eyes that he remembered when he replayed in his mind what had just transpired, but rather the hurt. Surprisingly he found himself regretting what he had said because of the pain he had caused. He was sorry for the small seed of self doubt he had sown in her mind with his comment. Quickly he reprimanded himself. She is an evil creature Baj, not to be trusted, only to be used as I need her, nothing more he thought, and he almost believed it too.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest For The Blessed Scimitar
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' The story starts here: The Quest For The Blessed Scimitar So, it was decided. The town needed the Scimitar and a Champion to defeat Kongaray, or at least subdue it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
Thalos paused, his eyes scanning Seraphina’s face. He knew he needed her help, but the weight of what he was asking pressed down on him. Involving her could make things worse in the eyes of his already suspicious tribe. “I need your instincts,” he finally admitted, his voice low. “You’ve seen more than I have, and you’re quicker to notice things I might miss. But... my tribe won’t like you getting involved.”
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
285 Terraforming Mars — Part 3
DIARY ENTRY SOL 22,031 The living, dangerous ferropods were an astonishing surprise setting the Mars program back six Earth years. A half-centimeter in diameter, these nearly perfectly round structures, made of primarily iron in an alloy mixture of silicon, zinc, and a hundred other trace elements, were a presumed natural resource used wherever ball bearings were needed in the colony. They were perfect as far as I was concerned.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Prologue II: The River’s Secret
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Some say the river actually flows in the opposite direction, and it did the day the Queen disappeared. The water was glimmering, but usually flowing towards the sea; and originating a storm and desperate movement as if the world rejected what had occurred. People were caught standing on the river’s edge with their eyes opened wide and their lips open in prayers to gods who had deserted them. This was no ordinary omen.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Fiction
