Moon Men and Cotton Candy“What is this?”
John looked up and frowned. “It’s a movie.”
“Obviously,” the detective rolled his eyes. “About moon men?”
“Oh, shut up.” John snorted. “You hate all the movies I pick out. You’ll only deduce this one too, I’m sure.”
Sherlock huffed but said nothing as he shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at the doctor. John rolled his eyes and headed towards the counter, pausing by the snacks. He raised an eyebrow as he looked back over his shoulder.
“What?”
John closed his eyes and counted to ten. “Snacks, Sherlock. Want anything?”
Sherlock huffed again, hand snaking out to grab a bag of cotton candy. “Do people actually eat this?”
“Yes. Usually at fairs, though. Can be a bit sticky.” John shrugged.
Sherlock stared at the brightly colored confection before heaving a heavy sigh. He soundly thoroughly put out by this whole affair. John
I Never Promised You a Rose GardenIt was nearly a weekly routine. He’d make his way to the cemetery, occasionally pause at the edge of a large field of wildflowers to pick a small bouquet, and finish his walk. He’d stop by the stone that held their names and places the flowers, spending a brief amount of time there, sometimes talking, sometimes silent.
His return home was by far much quicker. He’d walk quickly through the cemetery, past the field, and return home to lock himself away for another week, maybe two if he thought he could get away with it.
It went on this way for months, until he hesitated at the edge of the field, suddenly wary of the tall man who stood in the middle of the wildflowers. He had a scowl on his face and quicksilver eyes seemed to bore into his mind.
“You’re the one stealing flowers from my garden.”
He blinked rapidly for a moment, mouth hanging open in surprise. His garden? It was just a field of wildflowers, not a garden. Wasn’t it?
“Onc
75 - ShadowsThe city was empty of people, filled only with the wreckage from what the war had wrought. Broken vehicles crowded the streets, trash fluttered in the wind. The only sound came from the few birds that had dared to return.
It was disgusting, and it shook him to his core. The government was busy with what they thought was the main battle – protecting what was left from foreign countries; but they had no clue what was going on in their own backyard.
He grumbled as he stalked off on his section of the abandoned wasteland – lucky enough to be part of a group that was self-sufficient and could protect themselves from whatever lay out here. It was made up of mostly ex-military, but they worked together as if they had been working together their whole lives. It worked well enough for now.
“See anything out there, Ragnorrock?” A voice spoke through garbled static in his ear.
He shook his head, frowning as he remembered no one could see him. “Nothing yet, sir
Prodigy Chapter 1: Abandoned
Strange. Isn’t it? Strange how life works. We’re born, we live, we hope to have children of our own, and then we die. Period. There is no other option, no backdoor, no secret to immortality. Death comes naturally. Funny how now, on the verge of my own demise I think of such a topic as life. A red puddle of life settling around me. The cold of death climbing up my back. And with it all, I am scared. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to pass on to another life. I just want to stay here. I just want to live. And it’s not like I’ll pass on to paradise. I have sinned, I have killed and treated wrongly. My mother and father use to tell me a story of a human that died and bleed for all sins. For redemption of all sins. But. I’m not so sure, if he bleed enough for me. But I suppose in a strange way, my own pool of blood will suffice for them. I mean, it is just a puddle of roses. Blood is blood, we all have it, we all wound ourselves and shed it, but s
Canis and Lupus: The first gods, Artists of allThere is no origin of what comes before, existence has no fault line of start nor finish, but there has always been something, and there will never be nothing. This is the way of the world, this is the way time, and this is the way of gods.
Canis can recollect no memory of his birth. No when, where, why, or how, other than he appeared how he has always been. His young pure white figure glowing in radiance and purity, no fault as his eyes shown in the dark void of what was, at the time, the universe. He called out into the void for anyone to respond as he sat there alone in the dark, his form being the only light to fill the space.
He sat down upon his haunches and howled out to the void and it bounced and pounded in an echo over the infinite. He knew not why he called, but by a natural act he did, hoping to have a common song chime up to the void and fill his heart with glee, but there was no response immediately, nor for the eternity that passed within a few breaths of the god. Time n
Marlo: Caretaker of man, fallen god (part 1)It is the way of kings and civilizations to rise and fall in accordance to their times of fate. It’s inevitable to stop the ebb and flow of the universal time and its cycles and birth, life, and death. And Marlo is the existence that proves that not even omnipotence is immune to this fact.
Marlo was born into a world far past the great success of his kind. No longer was he the dominant of his species, ruling the earth with fang and claw. It was man whom had their hands upon the crafts of the world. Building and creating weapons to fight against their dangerous foes whom they rivaled against over conquest of their planet. Battles waged and wars were won all across the surface of the planet and it was during one of the many battles that Marlo was birthed.
His pack family despised men and it was by this that they often snuck into the human encampments in the night and they would find the infant children who were away from the safety of their mothers. These were easy prey now but wou
OVERVIEW: Blood/Lust is the third feature film by writer/director David Zagorski. A dark and disturbing tale of a young girl, lonely and emotionally lost, who finds a kindred spirit and friendship in the most unlikely of places: the vampire who just moved in down the hall.
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