The world was perfect, even if it was all artifical. The children's laughter, the sun glistening on the water. It was everything he was used to seeing, and it everything anyone could desire at their finger tips. But then a hole opened in the sky and out tumbled a strange being. Angels, Ancient humans called them. But the boy he met was not an angel, and soon he would find his society to be collapsing at his own hands as he desperatley tried to dig up the truth. What had happened last summer?
A tragic foe, or a new friend?
After a rather rough start to his morning, Elon finds himself start on a path that he will not soon forget, even though he wants to.
Follow Elon as he starts a normal day, facing off against the true menace to all: ALARM CLOCKS!
In all seriousness, however, the story that you are about to read has 3 major flaws.
1) I am very lazy and probably will not be updating this all that much.
2) I am very new to writing, so expect a few errors here and there.
3) 1 & 2.
A typical, 15-year old highschool student.
He was handsome and smart, but he wasn't good in sports and wasn't very muscular.
He was a very outgoing person, but he felt himself more isolated than anyone.
In his opinion: life was just a road meant to be followed.
His life went on as usual, untill he had to go to an exchange program for school one day.
What he saw there changed his whole reality....
To the North is nought but Dread, stalking through the jagged peaks and ice cliffs, feasting on giants and terrible beasts, decending on the Green Band to gorge on the monsters within. The Eastern horizon is teeming with an insatiable Horror, swarming through the Deadlands and growing even more viscious, ever so many, never so hungry . The South is mired in Malice, crushing the life from the Fen, engulfing the massive swamps and dragging the surroundings to it's midden depths to glut on the rot that is left.
...between them all are the Wastes that border on Lost Hope.
The last of the Ashen had burned and there were so few of the Raw. Not enough to reset the traps. Not enough to grow. Not enough to risk the Wastes and not enough to be a threat; barely enough to be a meal. Won't be long now, maybe days, probably hours, then they'll come or he'll come or it will... or ... them.
They'd made the wrong enemy, made worse friends but still hoped they could make the stand. But the stand won't hold when too many knees buckle, and they buckle, and keep buckling til there is nothing left around you but the fallen.
Remi and the surviving Raw bore out the dark weeks after their last Great Trap had sprung to fell their foe; they had never felt so helpless. She'd made the best of things, held each trap til the last, more deterrant than destruction; it had worked for a time. But tempers fray, idiots push, doubts must be oblidged and weakness was as good as suicide.
She couldn't remember them all now, the old words, the ones meant to guide, to teach, to steer through the storm and bring you out safe the other side; she couldn't think of much at all. Not when a hungry beast was looking for her and she had nothing left to fight with but a blunt knife and a cross word. She could see them now, the shadows stalking across the cavern, hear the cruel laughter creeping closer. Something was coming and she had time to decide. Should she kill her people first? It was the only choice she had left.
The Ragged Boneman, with his rotten hook and ghastly spike, tattered coat, greased over with the fat of the bones he gathered, was coming.
Decided to pause this novel due to having too many novels. Will reupload it once I've forced myself to upload more chapters for my other stories.
I'm not much of an author. How do i delete this?
You ever have that one athletic kid at school? Yeah, that one? This is what I'd imagine being them is like.
Cataclysm has fallen on the world, reshaping and destroying the present civilization that man has established.
Cities and entire kingdoms had fallen ruin to The Great Expansion, yet man has started anew--blind and scampering around a new canvas called Theran.
Two young men rose from the ashes of the old world, eager to prove their worth and hungry for a good adventure.
Watch the struggles of Sin together with Lu as they risk their lives while trying to unfold the mysteries of the newly forged world!
The short story of a man, whose life was toyed with.
Just me writting mostly eroticas and when ever i want with whoever i want in them.
the style will be the pre note is the prolouge, action is the main part, and epilogue is post note.
He is often underestimated, but sometimes, those who don't begin a manhunt for "the boy who won't die."
warning: it may not seem like it at first, but by the end of this story, you will be scarred in ways you can't even imagine. it involves children and they are not safe from pain, injustice and death. you have officially been warned about the contents of this piece.
Im just randomly going to put short stories, or maybe even poems, keep in mind tho that im an amateur. so yea don't expect much.
And i will update whenever i want. peace.
This story is about Dave, a man who sees everything as unimportant. The only thing he can feel is amusement and strives to make himself laugh through any means necessarry. Unfortunately the only person who finds his odd sense of humour funny is himself. Watch him bumble his through life as he tries to cope with a past life and a tragic backstory to make himself normal.
This is my first story so forgive me if things are a bit rough.