Unforseen Ch1The knock of wood upon wood sounded through Forhe Vale. A twelve year old boy, dripping with the sweat of exertion, swung at a man twice his size with as much force as his young arms could muster. He poured out his pent-up aggression, while his opponent wore an expression which was cold, calculated and perfectly calm and blocked every strike with what seemed less than the minimum effort. The man had long, brown hair tied back behind his head in a ponytail, so straight and vibrantly colored that it resembled polished cherry wood; he sported a beard which was rugged, yet trimmed and dignified. This seasoned veteran had given up several feet asUnforseen Ch1 by ~GABanks118
A Talk with DeathA young man walked down the cold street at nightA Talk with Death by ~GABanks118
Though a dangerous place, he did not in slight care
Death would be welcome by this late stage of youth
Anything to free him of their harsh mocking stares
“Why are you going?” His parents asked him
Be strong and live on, you can make it through”
But he would not hear them this time around
He’d already decided what it was high time to do.
Or so he thought, but it soon became clear
For death himself spoke with the gentlest of voice
“Why, boy, should you throw out futures untold
Look beyond hardship, you do have a choice.”
“What choice can I make,” i
Cuthar SelvineName: Cuthar SelvineCuthar Selvine by ~GABanks118
Hair: Reddish brown
Bio: Ricart Selvine was Cuthar’s father, a man who lost his eye in one of the first battles of the first full-blown war between Altrius and Kanamir and survived to the end, after which he passed on the Selvine sword technique to Cuthar. That was the sort of man Cuthar aspired to be as a child, and when Kanamir inevitably declared war again, he got his first chance to prove his mettle at the battle of Dantar.
He did not disappoint.
It was a medium town captured by Kanamiran forces within the first week. The town was not so important in itself, but held the only crossing over S
William Tanner: ProfileName: William TannerWilliam Tanner: Profile by ~GABanks118
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Weight: 180lbs/ 83kg
Bio: William Tanner has not had an easy life. He was abducted as a child and taken to a private research facility. The “science” that was practiced amongst those sterile, white halls was amongst the worst kinds of atrocities. It was run by private organization set on furthering mankind’s inner evolution through the use of a certain mutagen. It was supposed to cause the 123 subjects to develop mental and physical prowess well behind human limits. William and ten others saw changes in themselves. T
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality. by *KelaLewis-Morin
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Col
MCitR: Bright Lights, Big CityOnce, he supposes, cities lit up at night.MCitR: Bright Lights, Big City by *GentlemanAnachronism
He's seen the pictures. Nyok, back before it all came down, every street and house and skyscraper blazing like a torch. Svega, all neon signs and light-up billboards a mile long, more like a fever-dream than anywhere anyone'd actually go to. Lun-over-the-sea, with the Circle lit all round the rim like a targeting reticle. Cuver, Aussin, Scow, you look hard enough and you'll find pictures of 'em all, each as bright and shiny as if they'd had a hundred thousand base-generators powering 'em up.
Nice bright shiny targets, the way he sees it. Not as if there weren't wars back then, either - hell, they'd
Shit.Shit.Shit. by *KelaLewis-Morin
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of di
John, part 2
The city of Anastor was a sight to behold. John had seen the city before, but he never ceased to be amazed when he visited the Red City, as it was oft called. The city had been built on a giant bluff that looked out at the wild sea beyond. The entire city was made out of marble, its white color shining in the sun, a beacon of light among the dreary lands surrounding it. The most notable feature were the many domes and peeks that were scattered around the city, colored red. John always thought it somehow resembled blood painted on white bricks.
The headlands on which the city was built were far and wide, yet the city itself was built where it