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The Story of Winchester Manor“I shall not cry. I can not cry.” Sitting on a street curb, shivering in the cold, Julian let out a small whimper. “Heavens, why did I even run away in the first place?” Julian rummaged through his ornate bag, which shimmered like moonstones. Being far from the servants area when he ran away, he had to grab this bag, which even though it was very fancy, was the only one with no actual jewels. He noticed that his food supply was running low. “I should head to the market. I have acquired a small sum of money over my eleven years.”
Slowly he rose to his feet. He lifted his bag and shuffled across the gravel in a manner his mother certainly would not care for. Looking around him, Julian figured from the cotton clothing that he must have wandered into the poorer section of town. His woolen breeches and silk tunic were certainly out of place here.
Julian caught sight of three giggling servant girls who ought to be heading to the marketplace. Julian The Story of Winchester Manor3 hours ago in Short Stories

Who are you? Chapter 1 It was about noon and Amy was bored, so she decided to go out for a walk. She would have called Cream, but she was gardening with her mother, which is what Amy did yesterday. She would have called Cosmo, but she was (supposedly) with Tails. Rouge didn’t answer and Blaze was in the Sol dimension with Silver and Marine. Shadow was always busy, Sonic never answered (because he's always out running), Knuckles lived too far away (Angel Island) nor did he have a phone, and Tails--well we just said that. So too sum this up: Amy. Was. Bored.
As she walked through the streets of Station Square, she figured she could pass time by doing some shopping. Unfortunately, after half an hour, she found nothing of interest and left. As she started to turn down a street, she saw the man of her dreams, Sonic. He stood there, looking out into the street and didn’t seem to notice her. He spoke words into the air, but Amy couldn’t hear what he said. That was when Who are you? Chapter 13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

TTA Chaos: Part SixTTA Chaos: Part Six

All characters are used without permission and purely for non profit making entertainment use. The author has run out of opening jokes after his gag writer quit.

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The phone booth fully materialised, the grinding noise fading into silence as Claw's grip around my throat lessened enough for me to take a breath.
I muttered a silent prayer of thanks that all my adventures with the Toon Squad had left me used to the unusual. Claw startled by the sudden appearence of an old fashioned British Police Phone Booth had insinctively begun toTTA Chaos: Part Six4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Warrior's Origin: part 2 Rain slowly poured outside the old warehouse, and the slow pitter patter of the drops seemed to relieve some of the stressful moment the brothers were in. Andrew was thinking on a way to escape, but Drake slowly picked up rocks and chucked them at the fence, but to no avail. "So... you were just given to Kaya, and in return Marcus... gave her the forces needed to protect the village she was in?" Drake asked as he scoured for anything else to throw. "Yeah... it was the agreement they settled upon... and would you PLEASE stop throwing rocks already Drake?" Andrew responded, and Drake dropped the rock in his palm and soon sighed.

"SorThe Warrior's Origin: part 2 4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

I Reject Your Reality and Substitute My OwnSome heroes are born. Some heroes are made. Some heroes only discover the sleeping greatness within themselves in moments of great need.
And some heroes are too impatient for any of that crap to actually happen to them so they create their own supply and demand of greatness.
Mortisha Epikk lived in an unending cycle of anonymity and boredom. In fact, the chasm in her very soul from the horrifying absence of anything interesting happening to her at all ever had put her in the occasionally uncomfortable position of having to create her own, more eventful, reality. The necessity to maintain her tenuous possession of sanity required it. In effect, on any given day, Mortisha invented no fewer than five instances of unparalleled distinction. On truly incredible days, when her imagination was in rare form, she could create as many as fifteen. However, this particular day is a Saturday. Saturday is, Biblically speaking, a day of rest. So after a long week of the rigors of non-reaI Reject Your Reality and Substitute My Own5 hours ago in Short Stories

Golden Li(n)es - Chapter ZeroFirst Things First
In April 1st 1964 the president of our nation was removed of his function by the military force supposed to protect him and this country. The event was considerate a military coup and, of course, there was resistance. But that proved itself pretty fruitless in the beginning. Many were arrested, many disappeared, many were murdered, many suffered. Until the 15th of May in 1985, when the dictatorship was finished and power returned once more to the people, who now, after such hardship, should value freedom and fight continuously to maintain it.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the case, but that is a matter for latter. For now Golden Li(n)es - Chapter Zero5 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Witness: A Tobuscus Fan Fiction (Chapter 8)Chapter 8: "I'm your density...I mean, your destiny."

I reached for a breadstick out of the basket and took a bite. Tess swallowed her mouthful of salad and took a sip of her iced tea.

"I could eat Olive Garden breadsticks for the rest of my life and die a fat, happy woman." I stated while chewing.

"I'm not gonna be the one to roll you to the hospital when you go into cardiac arrest." Tess replied. "Speaking of which, do you have any plans with Toby tonight?"

"Nah, he's probably swamped today. He has a lot of work to catch up on."

"Bummer. I was gonna see if you guys wanted to come to the drive-in with Aaron and I. They're playing a BackWitness: A Tobuscus Fan Fiction (Chapter 8)7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Line The postmodern age has ended. The destruction of meaning is complete. The glittering light protects our fragile eyes from the truth. Technological wonders no longer composed of atoms and molecules provide our life. The garden of the real has wilted and now the desert has become is our home. Upon the structures of the old world we live upon. Techno-colored lights hide the rotten wood and crumbling rocks. Sweet music and pleasant scents hide the stench of dung in the air. God is dead and the devil has gone mad with boredom. The prophets of old warned us to keep up our servitude to the garden. Protect the flowers of truth and the treThe Line8 hours ago in Short Stories

Arabian Knights- Chapter 10Chapter 10
The Past is in the Wind
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“Malak!”
I jolted awake to the sound of my voice. Looking up I saw Malakia looking at me from his horse with a slight annoyed expression, “Don't fall asleep on your horse!”
I looked up at him surprised by his reaction. I let out a lazy yawn then glared at him, “That's the only reason you awoke me?! Isabel knows how to ride with me asleep!”
With that I turned from him and laid back down on the horse.
“Malak!” He said with more force.
I grumbled and looked back up at him, “What, can I not sleep for Allah's sake?!”
He glared at me, then sighed shaking his head, looking defeated, “Fine, get some sleep but you better keep watch when we make camp!”
I smirked at him, then laughed with a slight yawn, “See, I can always win.”
He sighed again, “You're such a child sometimes.”
“Hmm, and you don't findArabian Knights- Chapter 108 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Arabian Knights- Chapter 9Chapter 9

Doctors, Swords and The Occasional Theft

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The city streets of Kumatia were beautiful, and that was an understatement. Everywhere I looked, lush flowers were spilling out of pots, and flower boxes. I could hear wonderful music and smell the sweetest perfume fill the air around me. There were banners and splashes of colorful fabric all over; the stalls were all decorated like rainbows, the windows were lavishly draped with the richest colors, as vivid as the stalls, yet still as light as silk, fluttering in the early night air.

I looked around in wonder as we rode into the city with the constant fArabian Knights- Chapter 99 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

RadioactiveIt was time. That critical moment of decision. It had all been leading up to this.
Mai’s brow furrowed and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. She stood frozen in the glow of the radioactive device in her hands, finger hovering, trembling over the button that would change the course of human history. Fierce brown eyes bore intensely into the display of the device, a million thoughts racing behind them through her mind as she weighed the options. Should I do it? Should I push this button? Or should I leave and try to forget any of this ever happened? But how could I forget this?
There was a series of soft taps. Footsteps.Radioactive9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

One Shot: Dance With MeOne Shot: Dance With Me

“So wait, explain to me again what happened?” Bonbon asked, sitting next to the mint colored unicorn, two glasses in one hoof and bottle of red wine in the other.

“I don’t remember exactly. Everything’s sort of a blur,” Lyra admitted, accepting a glass from the cream earth pony, “It all started with Pinkie Pie convincing Octavia and the rest of the band to play this ridiculous polka.” The unicorn poured a drink, quickly downed it, and refilled her glass. “Damn near molested her cello too,” she added darkly.

“Well that must be the worst of it right?One Shot: Dance With Me9 hours ago in Short Stories

40. THE CRESCENT LUNARS

He couldn’t fight them off. They had overpowered and outnumbered him. They had injected him with something that made him dizzy and weak, but left him in a state of awareness that allowed him to struggle in their grips. Why hadn’t he screamed? Why hadn’t he called for help?

“Can you talk now?” the voice of an old man asked, coming through a speaker from a corner of the room.
“H-h-haaf…” the dreadlocked alien barely uttered.
“I am amazed by your resistance to the sedative. It would have put a human to sleep within a mere minute,” the voice said again.
Azerty fell on his left side and40. THE CRESCENT LUNARS9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Basement of Doom Ch. 3--The House

The Basement of Doom Ch. 3--The House

My name is Kes Allyntahl, I’m a Gerdin though I’m often mistaken for an elf, a common confusion that I deeply resent. I live alone, my only companion is a cat named Miss Tabitha. I used to also have some ducks which I had rescued when our last residence got buried under tons of volcanic ash.

You might of read about it. We were part of the Saffrasia Island population forced to flee when Mt. Garibaldi suddenly woke up. Since the island was a MerlThe Basement of Doom Ch. 3--The House9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

Ender x Xepher (song inspiration: Fireflies)The night was like a magical garden. Although it was night, it was as bright as a beautiful sun. The stars twinkled brightly, showing the most special season that has ever happened. Xeph was outside, with EnderWoman, watching the night as the stars danced in the sky. "It's never this pretty." Xeph whispered. Ender was blushing a rose blush under her black skin. Xeph has noticed and a glamorous smile appeared on his face. "Are you blushing?" he asked. Ender was panicking and quickly tried to hide her blush but it came redder than ever. "W-Wh-What are you t-ta-talking about?!" she stuttered. Xeph hugged the warmest, kindest hug. Ender snuggled into Xeph. Suddenly, fireflies flied into the sky and covered the night with a glowing shine. A song came from the sky: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v

suRGfAaju4 (you have to listen to it, it's a special effect). Ender has never felt so happy in her life. Her heart thudded a steady beat, meaning that she was in love. She wanted to be here forever.Ender x Xepher (song inspiration: Fireflies)10 hours ago in Short Stories

ComparingComparing

A story [kinda my verion of a story] :D that I know from OSHO Trensformation Cards - (or it's a very similar name. Great stuff for meditation or just coping with everyday things in your life)

I'm recently experiencing heavy comparing with other people, where I feel very superior to many of them and tonight I meet some people by accident that made me feel so worse that I felt depressed and lazy ass.
And then OSHO story card comes to my mind like a magical mind antivirus, activating when it's necessary!

Once there was a very famous and respected Zen Master who had been visited by thousands of people, all seeking for his knowledge Comparing11 hours ago in Philosophical

Robert Miller: Dimension Warper Ep. 1 Pt. 1 In New York City there was a flower shop called Miller Florists. It was a small shop, with large square windows and ugly-looking purple brickwork. The posters out front of the building advertised long-dead plants and outdated garden supplies. The front window sported an ugly, wilting palmetto tree that was bent sadly towards the ground. The building made a whopping zero dollars per day, and that was just fine with the owner.
The building, in fact, was one of the most well-planned buildings of all time. The awkward bricks were, in fact, handcrafted by a master architect. The windows were blown with incredible precision and care. The posters Robert Miller: Dimension Warper Ep. 1 Pt. 111 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Long Way Down pt6Part Six: Red Wood

We joined the girls in the garden and wandered around the yard wishing there was a play set or some swings to drain our excess energy. We were bored with tag and there was nothing in the yard to hide behind, and we were agreed that we wanted to stay outside. It wasn't long before heads turned toward the forest.

It was a small forest on the north end of the property. The smaller trees were widely spaced allowing easy passage despite having no marked or intended trails. Over all, it probably covered less than a square mile and had sparse enough foliage cover not to block the sun from the ground. There was little concern of The Long Way Down pt611 hours ago in Short Stories

Gloriasa Chapter 1: A Quest!Chapter 1: A Quest

Alice had been living with her two “siblings” for quite a few years now. They were twins, a boy and a girl named Brad and Cheyenne. Brad was a shy white mage while Cheyenne was a fiery tempered black Mage. Alice and the twins had become incredibly close, probably because they were orphans like her and they were also raised by Hinawa.
They were still living in the house that Hinawa bought, mostly because they had expected that she might come back any day now. The bad news was that the rent was rather high and with Hinawa’s money no longer coming in; they now had to make some serious money to be able tGloriasa Chapter 1: A Quest!12 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

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