Desperately poor man running on fumes and spite
2019-04-06 Joined Global
From that distance, Sunny couldn't see who it was, exactly. All he could tell was that it was a man. The man was stall, with broad shoulders, his posture as straight and sharp as a steel sword. A long vermilion cloak fluttered in the wind behind his back.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
'The loathsome Thieving Bird, hated both by the gods and the beings of the Void…'
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Searching for relief…
Sci-fi · Guiltythree
And then, that feeling of guilt grew suffocating as the previous process repeated itself yet again.
Fantasy · MisterFlare
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Fantasy · MisterFlare
He looked at Neph's reflection for a while, then held the heavy mirror tightly and stepped into the grandiose tunnel, walking into its darkness.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Another strange thing was that in this realm, strawberries existed. That in itself was not strange - the strange part was that strawberries are a savage, carnivorous tribe of flora that constantly waged war and were responsible for the extinction of many races. They were extremely vicious. But they retained the same size they had on earth, which made them even more dangerous somehow.
Fantasy · lifesketcher
But no blood poured out of the fatal wounds. Only fire.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Out there in the distance, the Defiled Saints collided. Devouring Beast's towering figure shimmered, and then suddenly disappeared. Instead of a dreadful giantess, a savage-looking woman appeared amidst the toppled trees, her skin painted by dirt and blood… she must have realized that her size would only be a disadvantage when fighting the mist wraith, and so transformed back into the semblance of a human.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
As Sunny watched in shock, a revolting creature descended from the sky, forcefully thrown down. It was unlike anything he had ever seen… a mass of wriggling flesh that looked like a tattered sail from afar, or a dark star that emanated fleshy tentacles instead of rays of light.
Fantasy · Guiltythree
Lex could not help but laugh again. They were running in the wrong direction, but they'll probably figure that out eventually…
Fantasy · lifesketcher
It was then that the kids realized that not only were they much stronger, they also had a massive boost in agility. Their control over their own body was immense, which meant that after a few minutes of trying, each of them could do all kinds of tricks in the air.
Fantasy · lifesketcher
Around the time that the butterflies in the Inn, which had grown in size to be about 20 feet each, decided to identify as a nuisance, Lex decided to pause. He could not keep running from one incident to another. It was not a practical solution, nor would it yield the best results.
Fantasy · lifesketcher
"You and I, and everyone we know… we were born to destroy things, not save them."
Fantasy · Guiltythree
So while they evolved from mundane to extraordinary, the spark of life began to fill certain items randomly. Silently, and without warning, one of the golf carts on standby trembled, as a new soul was born. But the soul did not enter the cart. Instead, it entered the left, front tyre of the golf cart, taking its place as the first new lifeform to become a member of the Midnight Inn in this new realm.
Fantasy · lifesketcher
"Completely alone. The rooms have pretty good soundproofing, so you don't need to worry about our voice travelling out."
Fantasy · lifesketcher
What an idiot.
Eastern · Warmaisach
MisterFlare
Nick couldn't imagine having only bad luck for his entire life.
Kill the Sun
Fantasy · Warmaisach