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An Excerpt from 'Double-Cross My Heart'An Excerpt from 'Double-Cross My Heart' by BrandonHill
I waited patiently, watching the human, feeling the distant agony of my hunger growing with his closeness. I restrained myself as I anticipated the right moment to strike. If he spotted me before the deed, I would frighten him. This I could deal with when I would erase his memory, but perhaps not well enough. Fear was a particularly tenacious emotion, the memory of which being especially difficult to remove. If I left a deep enough memory of that fear, it might evade erasure, and keep him coming back, despite having remembered nothing else. The worse scenario, however, the one I wanted most to avoid, was the possibility that I might be too slow in my subduing him. If that happened, he might have the chance to use his walkie-talkie and alert his colleagues before I could take him. I needed to bring him down swiftly and suddenly in order to avoid that.
My mouth watered at his pervasive scent, and the cornucopia of toxins in my s
Could We?: Ch 1 TalkCould We?: Ch 1 Talk by ChocolateSprinkleTFK
He had formed an image of the Qunari. In Kirkwall, he had seen quite a few, and so it hadn’t been hard to do so. Qunari were tall, muscular, white-haired, and grey skinned. Horns of different shapes and sizes attached to their heads. They were the only race to have horns, hence why they were referred to as ox-men. They painted their upper bodies with some type of red liquid. They had sharp claws and teeth. That had been the image Cullen had expected. That image had been shattered instantly upon actually meeting the Qunari prisoner.
To start, she had been… well, a she. Whispers—and sometimes angry shouting—of the unconscious ox-man had led him to believe that the prisoner had been, in fact, male. However, Cassandra had introduced her as the prisoner. He had been taken aback by her appearance. Yes, he had gotten the tall and horned parts right, but that had been all. He hadn’t noticed her at first for he had been too focused on slaying the demon in fr
THE LIGHT OF VIRTUE - SAMPLETHE LIGHT OF VIRTUE - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
full of beauty
full of grace
full of love
full of kindness
full of good
full of pureness
radiant like the sun
warm like summer
shining like the stars
smooth like silk
sparkling like the stars
dazzling like the blue ocean
sweet like music
enchanting like a symphony
divine like the world
eternal like the universe.
is a Goddess
always and forever.
A NEW WORLD
A new world is approaching
many are afraid of the new world
fear the change
fear the unknown
fear the future
the new world is a mystery.
and will never stop.
The new world will happen
shape the future
shape the new world
shape the life of man.
Man should not be afraid
man must be strong
make a difference
make a change.
The new world is approaching
it's time we embrace our future
it's time to do things right
it's time to
HUMANITY LOST - SAMPLEHUMANITY LOST - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
Time: 8:00 AM
Date: Thursday, 31st May 2038 Season: Summer
Schedule for this Morning: Wake Up
Personal Hygiene Breakfast
These words, spoken in a Monotone Voice from the Personal Computer System rang through Eva’s ears, immediately waking her up. She didn’t mind being woken up at such an early time. She thought of sleep as a process of recharging one’s Biological Battery and therefore 8:00 AM was a reasonable time for her to get up and get ready for work. Her Battery would be full enough for her to go through the day.
Opening her weary eyes, she was greeted by the Automated Morning Wake-up call from her Alarm System:
Good Morning Eva
Work will begin in 1hr and 30mns
You have plenty of time to fulfil your daily tasks.
Hearing the mechanical voice trying to speak like a human with sentences like “Good Morning” always made her smile in amusement, and today was no exception. She smiled radiantly and made a cute little chuckle to herself.
The Tribute - Chapter 1The Tribute - Chapter 1 by BrandonHill
1. At least one thousand Tributes must be given. Two hundred fifty from the Fire Mountain Tribe, two hundred fifty from the Wind Rider Tribe, two hundred fifty from the Sand Sea Tribe, and two hundred fifty from the Stone Singer Tribe.
Voran bounded up the hundred steps of the citadel as if they were only two, barely winded and excited with the news. Lazlo trailed behind, laden with the weight of the three satchels that he was holding, each made of thick and tough sand whale skin.
“Come on, slowpoke!” the prince called down to him; Lazlo paused and gazed upwards, bleary-eyed and sweating.
“Your highness …” Lazlo wheezed as he trod foot after leaden foot up the staircase, “I don’t … think … your father … will appreciate … your lack … of decorum.”
The Tribute - PrologueThe Tribute - Prologue by BrandonHill
The sun reflected with near-blinding intensity off of shifting sands amidst a strong and merciless wind. Prince Voran, standing motionless atop the hovercraft’s canopied surface desk, wore no protective eyewear; part of him, fueled by his inner fury carried with it the hope that the sun’s dazzling rays, or the eternally blowing sand actually would blind him, so that he would never have to look upon the face of his arranged bride. But meet her he would. His fate was as certain as the caravan’s eventual arrival at the well of Sessalgnus.
This journey felt like an end to his kingdom, a final reminder of his lost world since his father had passed the sentence: his last taste of the sumptuous nectars of the rose palms and the succulent flesh of lamb and cattle spiced with seasonings reserved only for royalty, his last satisfying roll among silken sheets with perfumed brothel girls
Those MusiciansNever fall in love with a musicianThose Musicians by BlackSpiralDancer1
They will play your heartstrings
And create symphonies in your mind
They will make you sing with joy
And create a rhythm inside
Which your feet must dance to
You will see the world through different eyes
Seeing colours you've not seen before
You will hear differently too
You will hear melodic whispers of wind
Sense the beat of passing strangers
Music of life will surround and consume you
As wonderful as this sounds head my words
Never fall in love with a musician
For music is their first and only true love
The Tribute - Chapter 7 (full chapter)The Tribute - Chapter 7 (full chapter) by BrandonHill
7. Any tribute who invokes the right of this law within one week of their arrival shall be given exactly one month to mourn what they have lost. No espoused mate shall be coerced into the bed of their mate during this time.
Voran could not help but see what had happened to him that night as a humiliation. To add insult to injury was the position he found himself in when he awoke.
The Princess’s serpent half wasn’t cold as he expected, which was something of a relief -of course, he should never have anticipated something so absurd as coldness from her flesh, but the realization of what enfolded him and held him as possessively as a little girl held a doll was nearly unbearable.
FBnCC: I See the Light(Christina is standing on a balcony; as the sun sinks lower on the horizon, she admires the atmosphere, for she has never seen any warm colors, in her life)FBnCC: I See the Light by Lizlovestoons12
Christina: All those days, watching from the windows,
All those years, outside, looking in,
All that time, never even knowing
Just how blind I've been.
Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight,
Now I'm here, suddenly, I see,
Standing here, it's oh, so clear,
I'm where I'm meant to be.
And at last, I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted,
And at last, I see the light, and it's like the sky is new,
And it's warm, and real, and bright, and the world has somehow shifted...
All at once, everything looks different, now that I see you.
Chum-Chum: (to Man-Arctica) Who is she singing about?
M.A.: Me, obviously; I mean, who else would she love?
Fanboy: Um, I think I know who! (points up to the balcony, and sure enough, the Global Warmer is seen slowly walking up to Christina with a warm smile on his face)
Global and Christina's Duet(interior: Global Warmer and Christina Cooler's new house; Christina is sitting in a chair by the fireplace, pondering, and wondering if she should tell her husband the news)Global and Christina's Duet by Lizlovestoons12
Christina: (as Global Warmer enters the room) Global?
G.W.: Yes, Christina?
Christina: There's something I have been meaning to tell you. :iconumplz:
G.W.: Is it something nice? (floats in the air and puts a hand on Christina's shoulder)
Christina: Well, you can say that.
G.W.: Then it can wait. (floats down and walks to the front door)
Christina: It can, (stands from the chair) but for how long?
G.W.: Forever and ever.
Christina: (sighs) Forever and ever, is a very long time, you.
G.W.: (chuckles) Forever isn't long at all, when I'm with you! (vanishes in a ball of fire) (Christina follows his voice, and ends up outside)
I wanna call your name, forever,
And you will always answer, forever.
And both of us will be,
Forever, you and me,
Forever and ever. (fli
Lizzie's Sad Song (Total Eclipse of the Heart)(interior: Makin' Bacon; night. It's Valencrisp's Day, but Lizzie is left all alone at the dance, with nobody, yet. Ogo approaches her with a look of concern, for he has never seen Lizzie like this.)Lizzie's Sad Song (Total Eclipse of the Heart) by Lizlovestoons12
Lizzie: Evening, Ogo.
Ogo: What's troubling you?
Lizzie: It's almost 8:00, and Robot and Monster haven't shown up, yet!
Ogo: Oh, maybe they're late?
Lizzie: Maybe, but I have some doubts that they'll even show up.
Ogo: Don't be a silly-willy, Lizzie; (puts an arm around her) Robot and Monster always show up at a party! But, if you want some advice?
Lizzie: What is it?
Ogo: (singing) Turn around.
Lizzie: (singing) Every now and then, I get a little bit lonely, and he's never comin' 'round.
Ogo: Turn around.
Lizzie: Every now and then, I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears. (tears up, slightly)
Ogo: Turn around. (hands her a tissue)
Lizzie: (dries her eyes) Every now and then, I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the times have
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~If it has nudity in it It HAS to have a warning on it. Or It will not be accept and deleted from the group.
1} You will receive a warning if you violate one of the rules above and you loose the chance to have a artwork in the Artwork of the week section.
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