The Blizzard Died
White. She loved the white.
All around her swirling snow, cold ice brushing past her. The ice crystals would have cut somebody else, but not her. The ice and snow
(were tears)
did not worry her. Ice and snow were
(her tears)
long time friends of hers. They
(were Okaasan's tears)
would not hurt her. They w
Bystander - Original
8
Divine Blood Chapters - Original
20
Literature
Laneku and Jiese Compete
Laneku loped alongside his rider, the cramped quarters of the catacombs being much too limited to allow for riding, and kept a tight focus ahead of the path, following the slowly fading trail of the metal-wearing warriors that had fled this way. It was easy to follow the trail they left. It reeked of metal and the pungent odor of terror and sweat.
The cats only concern was that the prey would escape. Farther ahead of any of the invaders, came the dangerous smell of water, but not just a pool or simple spring. Below them was the great and endless depths that no cat should ever wander into. He did not know of such words as Greenwat
Greenwater - Original
3
Literature
The Hunter
“This is the fifteenth formula,” a man said clinically as the silent girl at his side copied down his words. “Previous formula were either too strong or not strong enough. The antivenin that resulted for formulae six and eleven killed the patient outright. Formulae three, five and ten killed the host before enough antibodies could be produced to create an antivenom. The remaining formulae produced no effect on the host, or else the antibodies produced were too few. This formulae was potent enough to give the host a severe reaction, but they have already recovered completely. Hopefully, the resultant antivenom will be
Zodiacs - Original
2
New Seeds - Mature - Original
5
Literature
Concept Snippet: Binding
I don't know the exact whys and hows of the way magic works. There's a sort of energy that the human mind can manipulate when it is focused enough and give definition to the undefined. The scientists know more about the theory, the sorcerers know more about the practical use and the priests have a lot to say about the ethics. The little bit of magic I use is the little bit that is natural to me. Which comes to the part of magic that has a lot to do with my use.
Supernatural entities: demons, angels, ghosts, great old ones and so on. Some people think that they don't have really specific forms until someone binds them into one so that th
Concept Pieces - Original
11
Literature
All I Can Do Is Wonder
All I Can Do Is Wonder
Dedicated to the memory of my cousin, Garry Shupe.
All I can do is wonder;
Why Caesar's gold;
Was chosen over you.
I hardly knew you;
Yet I loved you;
As cousins should.
I never thought;
Anyone I loved;
Would be taken;
By fire and shot;
All I can do is wonder;
Why you had to go.
You never did anyone;
Any harm.
You had your life;
Ahead of you;
Now it is gone.
You died so your killer;
Could avoid a fine.
All I can do is wonder;
Why you were seen;
As an obstacle to be passed;
How can one person kill another;
As easily as taking out the trash?
Why does life seem worthless to
Poetry
4
Divine Blood Chapters - Fanfiction
15
Chi and Chakra Chapters - Fanfiction
35
Literature
Bridal Shower - Conclusion
Diana Agallon was already letting go of Katarina while the warlock took advantage of whatever latent enthrallment she'd planted in the woman's head, and that left the woman free to act. She charged headlong towards me at the same sort of supernaturally blinding speed so many other creatures had turned against me before.
And I gave the same answer, they're never faster than thought.
She lunged forward at that same huge speed, but I barely had to lift a hand and think to release the pent up kinetic energy of my rings. Not enough to kill, technically she was still mortal and the Laws still protected her, but it was enough to send her sprawli
Harry Dresden Fanfiction
10
SV Fanfiction - Mature
9
Literature
Fighters of a New Day Chap 3
Miyako felt her form falling apart as the sequence of blows continued, her eyes flicking to each place the practice blade appeared in the instant after she heard the clattering of its impact. The blade wasnt moving faster than she could see, but shed lost her rhythm at some point and each clack left her focus further and further behind so that she was no longer even reacting, she was being pushed.
And then, the practice blade was struck from nerveless fingers as it clattered to the ground and her senseis blade tapped her once on each shoulder and then rested at her throat.
Youre captured and crippled, the
Fighters of a New Day Chapters - Fanfiction
8
Literature
Paradox
"Bring back my mirror!!" Happosaid wailed, chasing after Shampoo on her bike.
"What're they up to?" Ukyou asked herself, stepping outside of the Ucchan's to watch the chase.
"Shampoo no can do!" Shampoo said cheerfully. "Mirror is Amazon treasure!"
"It's mine!" Happosai protested. "I stole it fair and square."
"Well Shampoo steal fair and square back then!" Shampoo biihed the old pervert.
"Amazon treasure, eh?" Ukyou said, she turned back to face the store. "Konatsu could you watch the store for me a bit?"
"Hai, Ukyou-sama," Konatsu said. Ukyou stepped outside to join the chase.
******
Ryouga stretched as he woke up. Blinking he glanc
Miscellaneous Fanfiction
4
Literature
Battle for Seattle Part Seven - Fin - PbEmail Logs
ON THE DEMETER
Rajan runs about the ship looking for a rope of some sort as he asks his questions.
"Try this," The Scholar noted, tossing Rajan a length of rope bound up with a Christian rosary. "The previous captain was found of this and I'd rather it was off my ship."
"I believe that it would be best to be the gun in this case," Marley notes as Rajan runs about looking for rope. "As to the questions, perhaps another time."
He holds out his hand to take Rajan's and, before the soldier could tie the two of them together to both make the trip, the son of the Traitor spun in a circle and soon Rajan was flying through the air, crossing the dis
DB Extracurricular: Ghost Stories - Teaser by Thrythlind, literature
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DB Extracurricular: Ghost Stories - Teaser
A young woman, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, eased herself gracefully out of a bed, making sure that her hospital gown gave her enough modesty. She was pale, almost albino, a diagnosis that was partially confirmed by the deep red eyes but countered by the vibrant black hair. Her face was a curious mix of features with rather clear Mediterranean features, such as her nose, intermixed with Japanese features, such as the shape of her eyes. All in all, she was quite a bit more beautiful on first glance than most girls her age.
At the moment, her beauty was hampered by the various healing bruises covering her throat and arms. Several s
Divine Blood Extracurricular: Errands - Teaser by Thrythlind, literature
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Divine Blood Extracurricular: Errands - Teaser
A furtive movement out of the corner of his eyes attracted the attention of a young man of about sixteen years, perhaps a little older. He was already quite tall, with a lanky, wiry build that spoke of lots of physical activity on top of a diet that had oftentimes been less than sufficient. A half-circular scar was visible over his left eye but it was hardly the only injury that had left a mark on his body in his short but already full years. A fact which his choice of gym clothes today was making people aware of.
Until now, the young man had been wearing a light but long-sleeved running shirt for the period of physical education. Since it w
Divine Blood Extracurricular: Magnets - Teaser by Thrythlind, literature
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Divine Blood Extracurricular: Magnets - Teaser
“In front of each of you is a steel bucket containing fifty pieces of metal,” the teacher explained as he walked up and down the rows of lab tables. “Five of those pieces are magnets. You need to identify those five magnets in the next three minutes.”
The class full of nine and ten year old students, with one purple-haired eight year old, listened to the teacher quietly and without bemoaning the task set before them. The school didn’t tolerate much in the way of acting out and few students were willing to risk the teacher’s attention with either questions or complaints.
“Get started,” the teac
Divine Blood Extracurricular: Pop Quiz by Thrythlind, literature
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Divine Blood Extracurricular: Pop Quiz
Vollstahl was a port city, not the biggest port in the area, but certainly it received its far share of traffic. Given that port cities were along the water, they usually came with stretches of beach that were frequented by locals and tourists for any of a number of purposes. For the moment, one of those people, a local, was doing a little recreational scuba-diving about fifteen feet down from the surface. The silt filled waters around him were making his first attempt at spear-fishing rather difficult.
He would have frowned under his mask if the breathing apparatus was positioned in such a way as to allow it. Granted, the air supply was get
DB Extra - Regarding the Proper Use of Force by Thrythlind, literature
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DB Extra - Regarding the Proper Use of Force
Gaetana Trolleti stepped off the helicopter out into the Japanese night surrounding the landing zone. Her lavender hair whipped about in the strong winds produced by the spinning rotor. She held a briefcase tightly against her chest with one hand and the other straightening out one of her shoes. Dressed in the formal blue business suit, the pose made her slender figure appear all the more feminine and beautiful.
“Be careful ma’am,” another woman said as she stepped out of the helicopter and stood beside Gaetana. “You shouldn’t get out of the helicopter so quickly.”
The woman stood another five inches tall
DB Extracurricular - Serious Matter by Thrythlind, literature
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DB Extracurricular - Serious Matter
"This is a very serious matter, Miss Minaba," Mrs. Grissom warned the girl sitting in her office.
Sherissie Minaba was rather average looking with dark chocolate brown skin and free flowing shoulder length hair styled in a modest and somewhat conservative manner. Her uniform was slightly rumpled and smelled dusty which made perfect sense given the way she stuffed her drawers. She wore no make-up and accessorized almost nothing she had. She looked rather boring in fact.
She wasn't fidgeting at all.
Given the girl's reputation, Mrs. Grissom always expected her to be displaying the characteristic symptoms of hyperactivity. She had been in Gri
DB Extracurricular - Following Dernhelm - Part 1 by Thrythlind, literature
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DB Extracurricular - Following Dernhelm - Part 1
"Mr. and Mrs. Kilroy," the man at the door declared as they entered the room. "And their ward."
Mrs. Kilroy, a stately dark-haired and dark-skinned woman who didn't seem to be nearly as Irish as her name, turned a hand to cover her mouth at the introduction and stifled a laugh. The light was dancing in her eyes as she did so, not cruelly, at least not intentionally.
"It's like some sort of grand ball or something," she tittered. "Introducing us like that. One wonders where Cinderella is."
"Well that's easy, dear," Mr. Kilroy noted in response. He clearly showed the source of his surname with a shock of fading and once bright red hair in co
DB Extracurricular - Smoke over Grimsvotn - Teaser by Thrythlind, literature
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DB Extracurricular - Smoke over Grimsvotn - Teaser
It was spring, but it was hard to tell that from the temperature. Nine degrees Celsius and that was the high end of what could be expected here during May. Especially out over the glacier, where starting a fire for warmth wasn't exactly the most advisable of activities. The centuries worth of ice covering the stone of Iceland pulled all the heat out of the air, making it hard for the sun to warm the surroundings. Especially since it was already at a disadvantage given where on the globe the island sat.
Over time, pockets of the glacier had been opened up by various means and across the vast flat expanses of ice meaning there were places that
A Day in the Life of a Busy Woman by Thrythlind, literature
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A Day in the Life of a Busy Woman
The redheaded woman, Mao Semezou, kneeled at the edge of her room next to a case full of various tools used for engraving and marking surfaces. Currently, there was a chisel in her hand which she was using to carefully cut a line into the concrete of her floor. There was already a fairly wide network of lines across the floor, and the line she had just started was going to be intersecting several of those. The rug that normally covered the inscribed concrete was rolled up and out of the way.
Mao was youthful-seeming. At the moment, dressed for dirty work, someone just glancing would probably have taken her for someone between nineteen an