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deviation in storage by =HillsOfMyst

The Phoenix's Revival I heard their screams. They sounded like dying animals, helpless, numbered. Doomed. And I watched, equally helpless. I watched them kill my son’s clones one by one.

In the beginning, I controlled the world’s most prominent scientists. In the beginning, I changed the course of human history. How ironic then that humanity’s downfall started with my wife’s simple wish.

Claudia wanted children, and I wanted to make an infertile woman pregnant. It seemed easy enough. I had the technology, the money, and the power. By the end of the year, Mason was born. I had a son, an heir to my fiscal legacThe Phoenix's Revival by =Amriah More Like This

My FallingYesterday evening, something curious happened: I began my weekly falling, and two people walked right through the mess I made.

Every week, I would fall right on that street, because I love the sound it makes against the cobblestones and the quietness that settles because the people are too afraid to walk through it. I would pull everything I had together, just so that I could drop it all once a week and laugh at how all the little humans would scurry for cover while the trees would smile and open their leaves. And it was always fun, especially when my friend Flash came over – she loves to dance down and see how close she can get to the My Falling by ~Sepulchral-Roses More Like This

-Insert Name Here--Insert Name Here-

by Olivia Gusmano

Today, I was yellow. My name was Samantha. She was a beautiful girl-- a face with flower petals for lips and golden curls shaped like the wind falling from her head. She was the perfect height, perfect weight, and looked wonderful in the bubbly yellow shirt that indicated who she was. She had finished her work early-- Ive always admired Samanthas work ethic. I worked in a cubicle, one that my many masks were forced to share, but Samantha always lit it up and made it delightfully quaint. Walking home in the lush chill of autumn, Samantha smiled to nearly every color, every sh-Insert Name Here- by ~DeadlySemicolon More Like This

Book 1 UnholyBook 1
Unholy

Chapter 1
Encounter

She couldn’t remember everything, but the important things were burned, in-grained if you will, in her so deep that they were unforgettable, and in the end, it is the important things that one remembers…
Aelwon’s hard-leather boots, turned from black to brown by the sun, hammered through the muddy, city streets. She pulled the hood of her black cloak up to cover her ivory hair and down to cover her face, all the way to her nose.
She did this partially to block the freezing rain, but it was mostly, to hide the pale, silvery-blue orbs drowned in inky darkness, of her Drow-inherited eyes.Book 1 Unholy by ~Suna23Rewander More Like This

Tick-tock. Run.Tick-tock.
The clock’s pendulum swayed in time to the beating of my heart. The minutes drew on too slowly, just like the crimson clouds outside. Sweat beaded on my brow and trickled down my face to join my tears.
So close. Too close. He was coming for me. Seeking to take my heart, ripping it from my chest. I could almost feel his hand, cold as ice, gripping my vital organ. My skin crawled at the thought and the sweat turned to ice.
Tick-tock. Chime! Tick-tock. Chime!
The clock struck again and again, sounding the fall of darkness. The clouds outside the single window in the narrow hall were consumed in ink that poured from wherTick-tock. Run. by ~Seraph-Rose More Like This

Freedom Johan sat at his desk, typing away, watching the clock every so often. His shift couldn't end sooner. Today was his day. Every second seemed to take a minute, as if to say, why hope for anything? The chances are next to nothing for you to be chosen. Forty-three year old Johan had been waiting his whole life to leave his polluted planet, and his chance had finally arrived. The previous month there had been an announcement that five people were going to be chosen to leave their wretched home on the first ever commercial shuttle, and live on the most in demand planet in the galaxy: Earth. All the entrants had to do Freedom by ~shikadude More Like This

deviation in storage by ~SephirothsFlamedWing

Excerpt from novelHe sat on his bed, silently staring out of the window upon the street below, illuminated by the orange glow of the sunset. Noisy children were being taken inside by their parents, who undoubtedly were commenting on their filthy hands, and telling them to wash up since dinner would be ready. He sighed heavily at the site of the children. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt carefree and blissful. Not after all that had happened.

An electronic beeping came from his left, his head turning towards it. The source of the noise was a digital alarm clock, its face read 7:00 PM. Night would soon be creeping in after twilight, and he had to beExcerpt from novel by ~TheCadre More Like This

The New Arrival by ~The-2nd-Philosopher More Like This

Dreamers"Mummy, I want to be a dreamer when I grow up."

The little child sat propped in her bathtub, foam covering everything except her head, which burst with wet golden curls. Her hands scooped at the foam before her, covering her skin in bubbly snow. She threw her hands upwards, letting the bubbles fly, watching them take flight and descend on her mother's hair. They popped, one by one, and she giggled.

"You can't be a dreamer when you grow up," said her mother, sitting on a pink stool next to the bathtub. Her sad tawny eyes surveyed her only child, her mistake. Bitterness tore at her features, turning them haggard and twisted, but the child sawDreamers by =julietcaesar More Like This

Waiting I waited for you at the tree where we met. You were so careless then. I remember that if I hadn't been there on that fateful day, you might not have made it out of it with everything still intact. You almost lost your head that day. Instead, I lost my heart.
The sky had that subtle pink to it that told me that you weren't going to show up, but I waited anyway. The sky often lied and this wasn't going to be the day that I began trusting it to tell the truth to anyone, especially me. The rocks were singing their happy tune as the waters rushed over them. Babbling like children and playing calmly among the fishes. I stirred a stick inWaiting by ~muutus More Like This

At the Train Station by ~Joseph-J-Wood More Like This

Backyard Biohazard The wind howled menacingly, the trees shaking and swaying. Branches knocked against one another, sounding akin to rattling bones. Or perhaps that was simply my chattering teeth. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to all this. I tried to settle my heart, which was beating like a drum played by a caffeinated squirrel. I reminded myself I need to stay calm, or I wouldn’t last much longer. I opened my eyes and looked to the west. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows along the ground. ‘At least it’s a full moon tonight‘, I thought; however, the gathering clouds wanted to say otherwise. Still, there was no poiBackyard Biohazard by ~Ekajra More Like This

im cold but its soso worth it.we're lying in the dewdrench grass
and hoping the skies won't swallow us up,
even though that's what it looks like.

my shoulderblades resemble wings and
my eyes are like "your first day of high school",
or in-other-words, "something to get lost in."

i really can't tell you how my throat swells with love.

we're exchanging half-drunk smiles and full-drunk
i love you's,
so my heart feels like it's singing loud enough
for you to hear.

your skin is rough but so is life,
and i find comfort, in both.
im cold but its soso worth it. by ~tragicvista More Like This

deviation in storage by ~webofdreams89

The AwakeningHe opened his eyes slowly. How long has lasted his dream?.

It was time to return to life and continue working in his attempt to escape from the prison that was supposed to retain him forever. How would have changed the world after so many centuries?.
He rises from his bed in a total darkness, can not see with his eyes but he knows the way forward. The craving seizes him ending his lethargy.

He hardly walks due to the lack of practice, he lies next to the door of stone, I doesn't seem more than a wall of rock, but he knows that it is there, the exit is on the other side. Inhales a great breath of the humid and old air from the cave, he wanThe Awakening by ~Seigner More Like This

The Willow by =carpenoctem410 More Like This

ClickCLICK

Click, click, click, click, click... Corinne glared at Alan across the desk as he clicked his ballpoint pen on and off and on and off again. She narrowed her eyes, intensifying her stare to get him to notice that she was not impressed. It didn’t work. Click, click, click, click, click, click, click...

She drummed her nails on the desktop, hoping that he would get the hint; her nails were long and perfect for tapping. Alan’s thumb worked furiously at the ballpoint pen, moving faster than his fingers ever did at his keyboard. Corinne wondered if he even realised how annoying he was. Unlikely, she thought.

Click, click, click,Click by ~malinas More Like This

SDA Casefiles: Rapunzel.... by ~PandaCat-Productions More Like This

...None of us are virgins because life has fucked us all. It’s twisted; psychotic ways have suffocated us, pulling us down to its vapid level. And what is so wrong with seeing the sins? Shall we taunt death - trying to defy it with our assumption that “I will be able to try again tomorrow” or joust with life’s sharp painful corners? We were not doomed to failure from the start; however, we have pressed ourselves to a boundary we are not prepared for. Is this not fortuitous? Life has given us guns, violence and war, but we learned deal with complex employment each other. It has shown us sheer envy and greed yet we h... by ~xwisher More Like This

Anesidora Wisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.

I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, “No, Pandora! Don't!”Anesidora by `IrrevocableFate More Like This

The Forgotten - ProloguePrologue – Knowledge

For an uncountable amount of time, hidden away in one of the most isolated corners of space, lived the being. A gargantuan creation, several times larger than any sun, living in complete isolation in its own corner of the galaxy, neither heard nor seen of. For several millennia, the great eldritch being lived entirely by itself, completely oblivious to the rest of the universe. It had never considered the thought of the existence of anything other than itself, and it would have likely remained that way until its complete disappearance with the rest of the universe.

Until chance decided otherwise.

Slowly, lazily, aThe Forgotten - Prologue by ~Tallen-Forandi More Like This

aftermathThe rosy fingers of dawn push there way through the darkest time of night. The wind battles with the still of new morning, before the birds wake and the day begins. Before the awkward awakenings of those not familiar with the beauty there is to behold. Not when the birds of paradise are singing in the treetops. There is a time before every blistering summers day and after the soft chilly aftermath we call the night, that makes the birds weep, for they know no one may hear there song. The green around me bustles in to my view, as it be moving, but it is I who moves. Not swiftly, nor hustled, but calm in a sense that only I in my mind may underaftermath by ~moconator More Like This

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