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The Mirror Sea (Part 2)James refused to look back even though his body yearned to see her face again.
He knew at this point that she, Eleanor was someone special to him like she was his lover. Eleanor. That name brought back flashes of emotions, mostly wonderful warm memorises. That's when he understood the relationship... But he could not yet realise why his mind blocked the visions that came with the feelings. Or why his heart dropped when he thinking about going back to her side.
He blinked and stopped just in time to duck as a unknown figure fell over his head.
James looked back as he stood back up, locking eyes with the fallen injured person.
"Need help?" James held out a hand to the shaken guy.
"No," He frowned at James and then spat on the ground. "I don't need help from you... Or from anyone."
James watched as he got up with one hand covering the massive bleeding wound, it wasn't a pretty sight.
"What happened?" He asked without thinking as he observed the guy's uniform.
The man snorted in disgust. "
Part 9 - The Last breathThe Last Breath
Thalia whined unhappily, wrapping her hands around her soaking body.
"For goodness sake how long does it take to get to your home?"
Gen smiled but looked slightly disappointed.
"This is my home," He whispered. "This is all I have for a home."
Thalia shook her head apologetic. This is your home?
She gazed at the faltering dusting buildings, searching for signs for life. She hadn't noticed how quiet the town was or how it was slowing groaning, hanging on to the last remains of the buildings.
Minutes of silent walking passed and the buildings seemed to grow up much elegantly. But even so, parts of the tall yet proud houses were missing.
"It's getting better," Gen muttered, either to himself or to Thalia. "It's got to."
After a while and after many awkward comments, Thalia peeked slightly at his face and was surprised that he had a massive grin on his face. That made her smile even though she had no idea why they were smiling.
"What's up, Gen?" Her voice softer than usual.
Part 8 - drowning.The familiar heavy clunks echoed through the village and as if the warning bells had been set off, people started retreating back to their house.
The neighbouring families glared and started shutting their windows, trying to force the children from peeping their heads through the curtain gap.
The local vicar shooed his few daily visitors out nervously, closing the door quickly as the last person rushed out.
A minute later, the village was still.
All you could hear was the distant clunks from afar and the so often click of doors locking...
But as the heavy sound reached Keith's bedroom he flung open the window and leaned out, hoping to see person that the noise belonged to.
He imagined a pirate with a two metal legs walking with scars down his face, reeking of alcohol.
He imagined a robot with red eyes scanning the area to catch crime from each village, town and city.
And he did this every time.
And every time did he somehow miss the mystery figure.
Ray was drown
Part 7The bridge (once whole) began to crumble. Even just Ray's heavy metal boots alone made the bridge wail with strain.
And the reason why the bridge came to be like this was mostly Gen's fault... According to Ray.
But Thalia knew that Ray's huge (brown) club couldn't have possibly swung without conflicting any kind of damage. Ray however turned a blind eye.
"You left without a word!" Ray slurred his words as he paused suddenly to talk to Gen.
His cry made Thalia noticed the agony in his speech but she wasn't sure if it was emotional or physical pain. After shortly debating, Thalia dropped the thought and flicked her hair back in irritation. She couldn't care less.
Thats when she had just about reached her limits. She had watched the fight for long enough and was annoyed at Gen for completely ignoring her.
That then made Thalia realise something else other than being cold. She probably looked hideous from rushing through bushes and sleeping on the floor!!
Part 6Click click click
Gen stopped, his arm quickly raised to stop Thalia from stepping forward.
"What is it?"
Thalia peered over his hand, looking for the problem.
"Ray," Gen snarled through his teeth, answering her and calling the figure ahead.
The figure made a sound of amusement and stepped forward into the moonlight, his arms outstretched as if to welcome them.
Click click . Clack.
His metal boots found the start of the bridge and began moving towards them as he spoke warmly or as he thought warmly. Thalia didn't think his entrance was at all that friendly.
"Gen did you think I would forget?"
Thalia gasped as he spoke, his voice sounding like rusty nails grinding together. Plus not only had his voice reminded her of rusting nails, his clothing didn't look at all clean and it also seemed like his favourite colour was brown.
"Forget what?" Gen placed one foot onto the bridge. A warning.
Thalia placed one foot behind. A Getaway.
"Don't act innocent; you know that you betr
Part 5Gen looked down, he knew something was wrong with Thalia but he just didn't know what her problem was.
Ah! Gen jumped in sudden realisation. He must have upset her by leaving her alone sleeping!
Damn, he thought and turned slowly to apologise.
"Are you okay?"
Gen smiled at her and she faced away quickly, scowling.
Gen frowned, what was the reason then?
"What's wrong with you?"
Thalia suddenly stopped.
"You... You weren't aware?"
Gen paused, he was getting more and more confused.
"Oh, never mind..."
Thalia peeked up at his face and gingerly grinned.
"Sorry, I thought- I thought you were errr..."
"Ahh! It doesn't matter! Forget I said anything!!"
Gen raised his eyebrows.
"Can't I ask about-"
Thalia grabbed his hand and gently pulled him forward, trying to distract him.
"Which way now, Gen?"
"Oh... Just ahead."
She just smiled at his puzzlement, she could always kiss him later anyway.
And after joyfully laughing, walking and sk
Part 4It was night when Thalia woke up. The stars were out, blinking at her blurry eyes.
She put her hand down to steady herself from falling, and realised she was sat on dry grass.
That wasn't right. The tree ahead glistened with raindrops and frost. She was awake... Right?
She jumped, lost in sudden thought and then turned around when her heart had restarted it's normal chant.
She smiled warmly when she saw him run towards her, his top three buttons swaying undone in motion. She nodded her head as she sat admiring him; she loved how he was fit and how he was all hers.
"You're awake... Thank goodness, I was worried and-"
Gen sat down next to her and continued talking as she slowly linked his hand, moving closer and closer at every sentence.
Two minutes later she was so close that she could almost kiss him. Thalia paused and waited for him to stop worrying about her. She wanted him but he just wouldn't stop talking about her. Yes yes, Thalia thought.
His sweet angel voice rung though her head trying to awaken her from dreaming.
Only it didn't help. Him calling her name over and over softly made Thalia drift deeper into a place she didn't know without a care in the world.
Just let him keep calling me. She smiled at her selfishness and let the wave go over her.
And the dream began.
"Thalia!" He tapped her forehead.
A thunderstorm began.
"Thalia! Thalia!" He gently shuck her.
The sea crashed about, breaking rocks near by.
Thalia was rowing, the sea bouncing up and down. Each rocking moment water leaked in, soaking her already cold feet. The lightning flashed showing terror on her face.
Yet on the other side of the boat slept a man. His face calm and peaceful. An angel. Her angel. Only he couldn't be. Her angel wouldn't let her suffer while he sat there asleep, dreaming of flying and goodness knows what.
She wanted him to wake up, to see her trembling and take pity. But he just wouldn't wake up. The
Part 2He led her towards what looked like the most hectic part of the forest. After going ahead a while, he beckoned her forwards and together they walked quite literally into a bush. Only seconds later when she had recovered from attacking leaves, saw that they had made it on to what seemed to be a footpath.
She blinked, no more exploring through the unknown?
She gazed at him, hoping she looked even the slightest bit attractive with the wild mess she had as hair.
He returned her hopeful gaze with a laugh.
Sexy, he mouthed.
She winked back and posed with her back against a tree.
"Where to now?"
She spoke softly as she battered her eyelashes at him, almost ruining it with giggling.
"Through there, gorgeous"
She glanced at where he was pointing and frowned.
All she saw was more trees.
The Transformation PolkaThe Transformation Polka
Two young women got out of a car and started walking toward a slightly run-down hotel. They were both dressed in jewel-toned knee-length dresses, and looked almost like sisters, especially with their long brown hair done up in identical up-dos.
“Seriously, Maria, what on earth possessed the student council to have prom here, of all places?” asked the slim one in the shimmering green dress.
“It was cheap, Ginny,” replied the slightly taller one in the wine-coloured dress. “We had to find an alternative to the gymnasium thanks to the repairs. Besides, there are other advantages to the location.”
“Other advantages...” Ginny looked around, and her eyes widened. “We’re right next to a freaking nudie bar, how is that an advantage?”
“It’s a topless bar,” Maria replied absently. “My uncle Leo works there, though he’s taking the night off t
A Little Help: Flannery TG (Trade)
Tyler was an avid Pokemon fan. He's favorite generation was easily the third generation. Recently, he had recently received a strange copy of Omega Ruby, the remake of the original 3rd generation game from a strange shop at the corner of town. Being the big fan he was, Tyler jumped at the chance to play the game a few months early. Tyler played through the game, many of the Pokemon he caught were grass type. He was set for a while, easily going through the game for the most part. However, Tyler hit a road bump upon arriving at Lavaridge Town, a gym battle there. In that part of the game, the gym leader trained fire type, most of his Pokemon weak to it. Tyler lost to the first trainer in the gym taking a motivational hit. He kept trying, until he realize he needed to train more. Tyler spent a good few hours leveling up his Pokemon so their weakness wouldn't have such a huge effect. For the most part, Tyler advanced in the gym much easier than before, he did lose a few battles,
What Dreams May Become 5 (Multiple TFs)As promised, the fifth installment of Corrie and Roman's adventures below is a compilation of TFs that you all requested. I received so many that I had to split it into two parts. I used as many suggestions as I could (that would make sense in the story). There were a few that I'm saving for future installments as well. So thanks to all who contributed, and, without further ado, the first part of Corrie's "Transform-a-thon"!
The day before college had finally arrived. I woke up before Roman, and grabbed a list that lay on my nighttable. “Things I'd like to be,” was scribbled on the top. I studied the paper, wondering which form to try first. After all these weeks with my new husband, one would think the excitement of his transforming me would have dulled by now. But in fact, it was quite the opposite. He had promised that the day before I started college, he would turn me into as many things as I wanted. I suspected this was partly to get it
TG caption this: A Magic Mirror?
"Bleak, what's your status?" The voice of mission control, aka my best friend Jet, resonates through my ears. It was hard to hear him over the sound of gunfire. Behind my helmet I gritted my teeth, the readouts weren't good.
"I'm out of ammo for all weapons but the 'GoLaser' and that only has enough charge for five shots. Currently surrounded by..." I chanced a look out from behind my cover, I was fired at almost immediately but I managed to get a rough idea of how many there were before ducking back. "...about 10 hostiles and the shield systems are at critical." I winced as the torn material of my suit tickled the fresh wound on my arm. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it out of this." My words might have sounded grim, but I was smiling, this was exhilarating.
"Right, you'll have to chance a finisher, convert remaining shield power to the GoLaser." I could tell he didn't like the plan, but it did seem like the only way
"Roger." Snapping the handle of the gun into a port on the buckle o
Bluebell's Perilous Picnic It was a truly beautiful evening. The moon was full and seemed to fill the entire sky, illuminating my forest home as brightly as the sun. It was beautifully warm without a breath of wind, bringing a serene peace to the inhabitants of the city of Daffoville. But the air was far from still. It was filled with the sound of an orchestra performing the latest composition from Mosszart, our greatest musician. Pan pipes, harps made out of reeds, violins and cellos made out of dried leaves and countless fairy bells could all be heard.
The conductor was not only controlling the orchestra, but used his baton to direct the swirling mass of fireflies twisting and pulsating through the air above. They responded to the changes in speed and volume. When the music was soft, they swirled softly and emitted a low light. When the music was loud and energetic, the fireflies picked up the pace and shone even brighter than usual.
The annual concert of the full moon was certainly a magn
1 - White as SnowThe shrill ring of the phone caused Gina to jump in her seat. She fumbled for the receiver, almost dropping it twice, before bringing it to her ear.
“Hello, welcome to Solergeni. You’re speaking with--”
“Gina!” Rob’s voice barked down the receiver, making her jump again. “Where’s that delivery boy? The Demo’s in an hour.”
“Yes. Sorry, sir. Um. He hasn’t come yet to pick up the--”
“What? What do you mean he hasn’t picked it up yet?”
“Well, uh, I’m still wait--”
“He’s meant to be here already. I need to set up for this thing. How are we going to sell this product, if we can’t show people that it works?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Well then, do something, Gina! Fix this.”
“Yes, of cour--”
The line went dead before she could finish. Gina put the phone down for a moment, then dialed the number for the courier. He didn&
The Locker Room - (G/T RP and Vore RP)The Locker Room - (G/T RP & Vore RP)
You wake up slowly. You have no memory of what happened , especially not how you ended up inside a giant (Look at option choice 1) It smelled strongly of sweat.
The only thing you could remember was getting sucked into a big sphere of bright light and then ending up here.
You look outside of and see your inside a giant high school locker room (Can be men's room or woman's room.).
Soon, you hear a bell ring and soon the room was full of giant creatures. They all shower get dressed and leave again. You still remain inside the article of clothing when suddenly you feel like someone is watching you. You look up and you see the giant owner of the clothes you hide in staring at you...
What clothes does the giant find you in?
A. Sock, shoe, sandal? (For foot fans)
B. Underwear, boxers? (You get the idea)
C. Other (Anything else nothing 18+)
What do you do?
B. Your lucky day!
C. Give yourself up
D. You decide
Finally, what do you want the giant to d
An Amber Gaze will seal your fate (pt 1 of 3) The whispers in his ear, told him it was time. The reddish brown tom snapped his eyes open after hearing Jaywing’s voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Thistletail sleeping soundly. He sighed and decided that it was now the perfect opportunity.. He needed to get rid of the only one he knew could stop him. Kill them? He couldn't dream of it. He respected this cat too much, and wished he’d live. So.. he had a plan. Earlier, he had placed poppy seeds in the cat’s fresh kill. So all he had to do was slink out the den and into the nursery. 'You can't stop me Xepherstrike...'
He approached the bracken screen of the den and looked inside to see Adderstar and Littlesong sleeping soundly. Adderstar’s kits curled up around her belly. He took a few silent steps forward and gulped. Was he doing the right thing..? Of course… this was for the good of the Clan… His claws scraped the ground and he crouched. Then t
A Bearded SoireeSpring, Year 759 of the New Age
Silverthorne, West of the Silverstone River
Without the weight of his horns, Skarth felt light and airy. His long, spiraling antlers had dropped not but a few days ago. Normally, it made him feel naked and uncomfortable but, this year, the removal of the extra weight was much appreciated. It allowed him to think clearly, something he found he had found extraordinarily hard as of late.
The low rumble of the river breached the treeline but, having just left its refreshing waters, he did not turn. Instead he stuck to the trees, enjoying the sound of the birdsong as he walked. It had been awhile since he had had some time to himself. The end of autumn and the beginning of spring were always the busiest seasons for him. While most of the herd were beginning to see him in a different light, thanks to his advancing fire magic, the vast majority still
The Mirror Sea (Part 1)It was surprising. I mean I didn't expect to die.
The second later after I found myself as a soul surrounded by others that had reached their end, I realised something had happened to me.
You know when you die it's not at all what you think. It's a whole new world to explore.
But it's weird like that; nothing in this peculiar life seems to have its downside like previously.
At first it was a confusing puzzle winding in my mind. I had too many questions like everyone else had when they were reborn in this place. And this place… was beyond magic.
The huge shimmering golden corridors that I had appeared in looked like it never ended.
Look left – it never ended. Look right – more gold. Look forward – Same as before.
Look back and it's scary. Scary to think that it never ended.
I only say this now because back then I couldn't. It was like all I could do was see, my emotions weren't present at all. I was an empty robot with only one mission.
Left. Right. Forward. Back. Four
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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