Prophecy
I dream each night of prophecy, of fate, or what have you; i dream each night of things that can't exist or can't be true, but every time i dream of fate and always dream of you.
"Beasts of Burden" by Sylvan Scott
Chosen by god and fate, he will one day rise to assume his father's throne in loyal support to their great emperor.
Lost with Life Chapter 2
"i was lucky to have met her, it was almost like we met by fate." he added. "do you believe in fate?" link curiously asked him. "i'm not sure, maybe i was just lucky to have met her." dylan said before shrugging and standing up.
Kasumi's Toy
My phone buzzed like an irritated wasp against the nightstand in my pitch black bedroom, the ceiling bathed in the ethereal glow of the high definition screen. I woke with a start and before I could reach across to see what the message was, the phone...
Elle 2
The bathroom filled quickly with hot, fragrant steam as I opened the taps up to full, powerful jets of water bursting torrentially from the walls and deluge head built into the ceiling. Elle squeaked with delight & dived under the cascade, her...
Elle
Another night sprawled in front of the TV. Another night of banal noise playing in the background while I eat my microwave dinner for one and catch up with a pointless piece of work. If "Same Shit, Different Day" were defined in the dictionary, it'd...
Autumn
It's been another quiet night behind the desk; I've been working this show now for just over a month and tonight it comes to an end. Usually by now I'm bored by the performance, I know it off by heart. Each cue, each nuance, each fluffed line. Not this...
Astoria (WIP)
The auditorium of the Astoria sounded like a warzone, 20,000 fans stamping their feet, cheering and singing for their homecoming kings. It was the last night of the tour and the band stood huddled in the stairwell just off stage, waiting for that...
Deadpool (Part 1)
Deadpool: Population 896. Please Drive Carefully! The battered, dusty sign at the edge of the road exhorted. Deadpool, as stagnant as the abandoned millpond that gave rise to the town's name; a truck stop, row of shops and payphone in the middle of...
What are friends for?
"You have no new matches." Story of my life, I thought as I brushed the touch-sensitive bezels of my twin monitors; the harsh glare casting my muzzle into shadow giving way to the softer, muted pool of light from my desk lamp. Reaching down to turn the...
Hiding in the Rocks
\*\*\*_"Hiding in the Rocks" is part of a series of unrelated short-stories called "Death Befalls Her", in which various women are depicted in dangerous situations. Sometimes they survive, sometimes they die quick, and sometimes they die horribly. If...
Siren in the Night
The same cruel fate that brought her to this terrible situation had saved her from it as well, and the more she realized it, the worse she felt. with a loud cry, she drops to her knees on the street.