Short Story

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed — I aided — I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”

Her courage and ambition were hidden away like innocent flowers, yet the serpent still lived underneath. Yet I could only see the throne and not my blood stained crown. Should I had taken my fears, my doubts seriously, I may have not the knife myself. His virtues pleaded like angels, trumpet tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers.

I wake up to hammering going on in different parts of the house. Slowly opening my eyes I turn my head to the window to see if the sun is up at least. My curtains are closed shut complately letting in no form of light.

With all the problems we'd been having with our new neighbor, Billy decided it was time to build a solid fence between the two of us. Maybe if he couldn't see us, he'd leave us alone, and I agreed. It hadn't actually been part of the plan when we were deciding how we wanted to renovate the backyard, but after everything that had happened, it seemed like a good idea.

The king sets down his empty goblet on the table behind him and places both hands on Prince David’s shoulders. He squeezes it, trying to maintain his balance on his wobbly legs. “The events of this night have reminded me of the words my father said to me—the same words his father said to him—and his father before him, and so on. It is about the burdens we as rulers must face when we begin our reign,” he slurs. His eyes are glassy and red from the stress of battle, partying, and his many sleepless nights. “‘Son, there will come a day when your reign will be

“God has spoken to me,” King Joel proudly exclaimed at his Christmas feast, “My son is destined to be the ruler of England. He will be indomitable and will reign over other lands for long periods of time. His kingdom will be unstoppable.”

“I died today. I killed today, and now, y’all are telling me that time is of the essence because not only is Midgard at stake but all of the realms, and all of the gods who could do something are unavailable. So, I’m stuck with the mischievous Loki who will throw me under the bus whenever he feels like changing alliance, and all of those who are destined to kill the gods in Ragnarok? ”

Tensions were rising higher and higher, slowly reaching their destination. Looking at the large white building with many glass windows and a large flight of steps. Isaac lowered his window, sticking his head out to observe the area around him. He noticed the research center seemed much more peaceful than he’d imagined, but with the Sangrine Syndicate around he knew the peace would be short lived. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple cars parked. Sabra knew what had happened inside, not saying a word to anyone. She parked her car near the entrance of the parking lot. Team S.P.D found a place to park also, exiting the car to group up with Sabra and the others. Looking at each other, they moved towards the building

state of berserk to further enhance the knowledge of his subconsciousness and self-awareness. He started to mentally prepare himself for battles of the future yet to come. In this perfect berserk state Mascious had found his power and some times glimpses of the future had come to him. It was in these waters glowing blue from natural bioluminescence that seemed to feed from his power and in turn gave him the glowing water to develop his abilities. His mind sometimes flashed back to his younger years when he had taken over the misty mountain and his kingdom of which he now controlled. During his years of servitude to Destroyer Apollyon he had developed a trust in which he was allowed to be close to him in times of vulnerability and when

There once was a boy named Mac, Mac didn’t have any friends outside of school because he was always to shy to ask other children with and his family was too busy to notice. He was so bored sitting around with no one else to share his life with. Nothing to do, no one to do it with. He was all alone just playing in his basement, watching the occasional television. It was miserable.

It wasn't me, I wouldn't, I couldn't specially to you my powerful master, my master you trusted me with your bountiful riches I did all you asked. Two very broad-shouldered guards with rippling muscles attached to their arms drug the smaller palace servant. These tunic covered men made the earth shake at every step. Joseph cried out in a complete, utter despair of being ripped away from the something good in his life for the second time. Why he cried why have you left me, god all I am, cursed by everyone. The dark, cold cobblestone rubbed against the needs of Joseph as he was dragged closer and closer to the place that he thought God's love would not stretch and his condemning mindset. The great large splintered wooden door with bars made of