"Demons and Martyrs"
"Can't live, can't die, can't even be allowed a moment to cry. No pain, no gain, even if my tears continue to flow like icy rain. Why do I even bother? Why do I do this to help another? To protect my lover, my friends, my father, land and my mother....
Work in Progress Section 2
Please, do post comments about what you think of this! I'd like to know what you think of the story so far before I post up the entire thing. ^.=.^ Anyway, here are the next two pages: ------------- All around him, fine art hung from the walls...
Upgrade
The booming bass of dubstep boomed and thrummed through the workshop, making any passerby glance towards the double-paned, plexi-glass security door leading to Nethaniel's "office." The rows of weapons encased in hard foam were all covered by heavy...
Work, Work, Work....
It wasn't that the classes were hard, in truth the material wasn't the worst part, it was the work. august passed quickly, and then september passed, october approached and was now in its second week.
Office Conflict: Part 1 - Monday
The remainder of the work day passed uneventfully, reports were filed, invoices sent, phone calls made. just before five o'clock in the evening lisa was disturbed by a knock on her office door.
Work (TWC ch2)
Once the cramps in her arms and legs had mostly faded the work actually felt pleasant enough. having something to do was significantly better than the hibernative state she had been in before.
novel prologue-ch2
Prologue How did this happen? I found myself lying in a pool of my own blood, life fading from my eyes. Those bastards broke in to my home, in trying to save my family and protect my property. I was in my early 20s and to die like this is abhorrent. I...
Dream High, CH 09
I’m awake, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to open my eyes. I want to go back to the dream. Fuck. Why did it have to end? Why couldn’t I— What that’s weight on my side? I breathe in and the sense of it moving is lost amidst the myriad of...
Working In
Thump thump thump thump thump. That was the only sound DJ‘s feet and chest made with each heavy step on the treadmill. Going at the pace of a slow jog was still a workout, and a rather heavy one at that, at least to him. His headphones played some...
Dream High, CH 02
The way he stretches the works really doesn’t carry confidence. “kristoff orr. if you prefer, i can call you—” “no!” i giggle, realize what i did, and turn it into a cough. “kristoff is fine.” i turn the name over in my head. kristoff orr.
Magical Panties
Jim sat on his couch, playing video games when the rapport of knocking causes him to pause his game and look back over his shoulder and towards the door. "Yeah?" He yelled, wondering if it was one of his neighbors complaining about the noise level...
Friend? (TWC ch3)
As the man walked off the girl continued the work, knowing the boy would tell the man to hit her again if she didn't. she glared at the boy, sitting there lazily. after a few more moments he began walking over to her. what does he want?