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The Search For Power: Preview by AwsomeIsRed, literature
Standing at the edge of the portal to world above, the demon flexed his long dangerous claws and hummed in thought. It was nearing the end of the month, and his quota for human hearts. Infecting them with sin, or stealing them completely. Lucifer didn't care how, he just wanted humans under his reign. Anyway he could. Few demons had that responsibility, Ariste was just one of those lucky ones. And he loved it. It did his black heart good to infect worthless humans with sin and malice.
Right now, he was trying to decide who to be today. Obviously he could not journey to the world above looking the way he did in his demon form. He was
I was too tired to do anything. That’s what I told myself, anyway, as I sat in front of the television, splayed out across the couch like a beached starfish. I’d given up. Anxiety had won for the day, which meant that nothing less than a fire or a severe case of peckishness could have made me move from that spot.
Meanwhile, my poor main character, a thirteen-year-old girl by the name of Quinn, had been totally abandoned in the over-revised, underdeveloped first few paragraphs of Chapter One. I glanced over at my computer screen. I could almost see her there, frozen in place, waiting impatiently for m
One morning, a man named Peter woke up on his living room couch, as turned around to see the TV was still on. Peter sighed as he found the remote on the living room carpet that was next to his couch, as he grabbed it to shut the television off. Then, once he did that he heard a voice coming out of nowhere as it said.
"Arg, I am........ So tired right now........."
Peter was a bit shocked out first by the sound, until he looked on the floor to see Red just lying on the floor with all of the popcorn and chip bags were lying all around him, ads he lifted his head in a confused state of a daze, as he looked at Peter and asked.
"Hey Peter, why
As Rupert the Toxicroak looked upon his firstborn son, he cuddled the boy’s Lopunny mother with the joy of achieving his first day as a father. He held them close. He held his family to the point of a tear or two, Vanilla’s tears many more in number. He looked upon his hetero life partner, and she back in his heavily emotional eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and their lips met for their future. The newly hatched Buneary below them was indifferent.
Once their lips broke contact, they turned to face all who cared to join them on this day. Of course, Vanilla’s crew could all join, but only five from Rupert’s h
Drifting Clouds (MLP fanfic) by silversongwriter, literature
Literature
Drifting Clouds (MLP fanfic)
The memories we have, make us a part of who we are. They shape us each and every day for better or for worse. Some memories are of years gone by; some are from the small glimpses of childhood that come to our remembrance. Others may just be of a single day. As much as we want to revisit things, time is in control. It tells us what to do, where to go, and it gives no explanations. As I sit here in my room, looking out my window, I see the snow piling up like small mountains outside. How is it, that in a time where all the flowers have died, summers have fade, and the sun is obscured by clouds, that everything could be so beautiful? I’ve
Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress by Marian-ette, literature
Literature
Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress
Iris stepped out onto the stone balcony. With a delicate sigh, she ran her silk-gloved hands along the ivory railing and looked out across the moonlit grounds, her colossal dress trailing out behind her. This was it. The stage was set, she knew her lines. This was her moment.
So why didn't it feel right?
She just couldn't put her finger on it. After all, it was she who’d dreamed up this world in the first place, she who’d created its vast landscapes, the bustling cities beyond them, and the people that existed in and in between. The moment literally couldn't have been more perfect if
Great.
Perfect.
This was exactly what she needed, a tired middle aged woman thought, rolling her eyes at the brake lights lined in front of her van.
Slamming her hands against the steering wheel, she then sat back and folded her arms across her chest. Really? A traffic jam now? At one thirty in the afternoon? She glanced around and noticed several construction signs. The orange diamonds were announcing they would be hosing up the daily commute for God knows how long, most likely longer than they were scheduled to.
She groaned and raised a wary eye to the rearview mirror. Her three kidsvarying in age from two to sevenwere star