Trapped in the Ice (Ch 3) - The Phone CallTrapped in the Ice (Ch 3) - The Phone Call by Maja97Mlyn
The Phone Call
I quickly caught up to John and watched with a small grin on my face as his expressions changed from happy to confused and then scared. It was hard not to laugh and I decided that walking slightly behind would be best before he has some sort of melt down.
“A demon! She's a demon! A 700 year old demon!” He finally screamed while spinning round to face me. “A demon...” He continued to mumble under his breath as he crumbled to the ground as his knees gave in under his weight.
“Yeah. Why do you seem so shocked? I mean demons have been around for hundreds of years already. For example the twins; Chris and Mona.” At this he looked at me wide eyed. “You didn't know, did you?” I asked surprised at his stupidity. After a few seconds, he finally responded with a hushed “no.” I still couldn't believe that he
Commissions, Everyone!Hey, Y’all. Decided it was about time that I started up a commission page of my own. So if anybody’s interested in giving me some requests for my work, just send me a note and we can work out the details.Commissions, Everyone! by magusVroth
My rates are as follows:
Simple Doodles: $5 (B+W) or $7 (Colored)
Sketch Dumps: $10 (B+W) or $12 (Colored)
Full Body Characters (B+W): $15 for 1st, $5 for additional characters
Full Body Characters (Colored): $20 for 1st, $7 for additional characters
Characters w/ Scenery (B+W): $30 for scenery + up to 2 characters, $5 for additional characters
The Authority: The Doctor vs. Titan by magusVrothHappy Father's Day, Townsend Family by magusVrothJungle Book: You Know The Song by magusVroth
Characters w/ Scenery (Color): $50 for scenery + up to 2 characters, $7 for additional characters
Fairytale Romance The sun sank toward the horizon as it made its way across the vast Texas sky. Skye sucked in another breath, trying to fight off tears that had been threatening all day. She and Jim, her partner of five years, had fought again. In all the years they had been together, four of them had been laced with one argument or another. It became a daily routine and with the argument that morning, Skye had reached her limit.Fairytale Romance by skydancer792007
Once a year for the past ten years, she took a few days vacation just for herself. She would leave the kids with her mom and travel two hours north to her favorite Renaissance festival, the Scarborough Faire. After making the reservations at the campgrounds, she packed her costume and other things she would need and prepared to head out. As if to sabotage her vacation, Jim chose that moment to drop a bombshell on her.
“This isn’t working, Skye,” he said while she tossed her cl
how to find whats lost ch 6 preview“Hiccup! Hiccup get up!” Someone shouted. I felt something large and warm nudge my side. My head was throbbing and felt sticky. I groaned, and rolled over onto my back. “Hiccup!” the voice said again. Opening my eyes, I saw a large black creature with huge eyes staring at me.how to find whats lost ch 6 preview by slowdragon25
“Waahh!” I exclaimed in surprise, sitting up and backing into a tree.
“Hiccup! Come on we have to get moving! They’re coming!” it said. I looked at the beast and said shakily,
“Who…..what……are you…?” It looked at me, stunned.
“Hiccup, you don’t recognize me?!” I shook my head slowly. Its mouth opened slightly. A crashing in the woods interrupted its surprise. Five bulky men ran out of the brush at us. Four of them tackled the beast, and one of them pinned me to the tree.
“Hiccup,” the man whispered, “why would you try and run like that? You should know what they do to runners.”
Happy New YearAnother year older but none the wiserHappy New Year by Kairi108
They will clink glasses and celebrate together
I’ll sit in my chair in the dark with a glass of whiskey
They’ll party until the crack of dawn, waiting for that 12th stroke
I’ve never seen the fascination; it’s a stupid time, which disguises a holiday
Another year brighter yet the skies are cold
Perhaps it’s the youngsters who like to get drunk
I’ll sit and watch them on the news as they get kicked out
They’ll be blue by morning, wondering if it was a spectacular show
I’ve always hated the thought of giving up my time to celebrate the horrid moment
Another year closer to that daunting goal
Maybe I’m missing the point, or so they say
I’ll sit on my own like I do every damn year. Waiting
They’ll try to come round to spread the festive cheer and good will
I’ve despised the lot of them since they took this bloomin’ holiday seriously
Another year gone as another is born
AstronomerWhen i was a child, the sky was night;Astronomer by MasterTalara
A symphony of stars in a high heaven.
I feel it is grasping around me,
To understand what it is in me.
Burning desire! Passion for knowledge!
To solve the mystery as a priviledge,
I can't resist how great it means to be
What i wish to be.
The poem of fateToday,and Today, and TodayThe poem of fate by MasterTalara
Runs in this petty fate from row to row,
To the last word of recorded time;
And all our lighted days filled with enlightened fools.
The way to darkest death. Gone, gone , short-candle!
Death's but a walking shadow, a prideful player,
That steps and washes his hour upon the stage
And heard no more. It is a rumor
Told by an idiot, full of hallucinogens and fury,
Fading Away!Fading away into the black stairFading Away! by MasterTalara
With a black man staring at you!
To the court of the unfairs
Fire burning under your nose
Don't care! Don't afraid of cold!
A trial opens to judge
Upon the lies they create to judge
To eliminate the person
And frame for killing Pearson.
Don't standing there!
Shake free! Take arms! Dodge the flare!
Overcoming your fear and stabbing a guard on the right.
Then coming another guards, punching to the sky!
Here coming the sharpshooters! Behind your back!
Those bullets coming with unseen speed
Dodging them using their backs, stealing a steed!
Sealing the room of lies with full of liars,
Cursing, fearing and hating from those wicked friars.
Shut my ears, door closed so a flare closes their fate.
Riding on the steed and going far away as wicked ones fade.
Avatar: The Next Airbender(This is going to be done in third person, which I'm not really good at. Sorry for that, but after this it will all be in 1st person)Avatar: The Next Airbender by aminelovercantdraw
"Aang!" The door crashed open, almost snapping off it's hinges as an excited Sokka ran in. The avatar himself was sitting atop a tall pillar of earth, reading the journal of his old friend Monk Gyatso. It should have been destroyed with everything else, but Aang had found it at the feet of avatar Roku in the statue room that the fire benders had been unable to reach. He would never had read it, except for the very deliberate placing at the feet of his previous life. Gyatso had wanted him to read it. It contained everything of the monks life, up until the day Aang had left.
It had pained Aang the first time he had read it, but this was the third time, and he knew what was next. Gyatso had waited for Aang, ready to fight to keep them together. He had been certain they would not be separated. His journal ended on a happy note, which was all Aang needed.
Avatar: The Next Airbender - Chapter 1I jumped in surprise as the gates shut, quickly ending my bending. If anyone saw… I looked over my shoulder to check. My mouth dropped open of it’s own accord, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. I found myself on my feet and running over to them. No way was I seeing this right. Father caught my eye, flashing a warning.Avatar: The Next Airbender - Chapter 1 by aminelovercantdraw
I slowed to a walk, and stopped a few feet before them to bow low.
“I am honoured to have you all here.” Though I remained calm and collected on the outside, inside I was bouncing around with excitement. These were my heroes, and they were here, at my house!
“Thank you Sokka, for bringing those requested. This is my daughter, Li Mei, and as you saw, she has some very... unique abilities,” my father looked at me in a way that could only be described as disgust.
I straightened up and looked at the group one by one. I found awe and surprise in most faces, but in Fire Lord Zuko’s, I also found suspicion.
Which Fantasy Race Would You Date?Hey, Guys. For a study, I’m curious as to what type of fantasy race the general public would go for if they had the option to do so in a fantasy setting (for a potential game). The races, and brief character traits, that I have in mind are as follows:Which Fantasy Race Would You Date? by magusVroth
Human: generous and righteous, but can be opinionated and ignorant of others at times
Elf: compassionate and loyal, but can be slightly conservative and self-involved
Orc: free-spirited and very protective, but can be assertive and easy to insult, even by mistake
Dwarf: high-spirited and committed, but can be reserved and unwilling to talk about themselves
Mer-person: exotic and trustworthy, but can be quick to judge and headstrong
Gnome: blissful and sincere, but can be spontaneous and hard to get to know
Other: for your own reasons
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So whichever of these traits most appeal to you, let me know in the comments below and tell me why. Thanks
(p.s. thinking of making this a game where you
Loki's Princess Chapter two: A CelebrationLoki's Princess Chapter two: A Celebration by skydancer792007
Loki skidded to a stop just on the edge of the courtyard. Nakaba and Adele conversed with a merchant over a spool of silk. Everything seemed fine. She was even smiling. Loki collapsed against a tree and took a deep breath. Adele finished his sale and he and Nakaba moved on. Loki debated following but remembered Nakaba’s order. Reluctantly, he turned and left.
Nakaba turned and looked behind her. Something pulled at her and she searched the crowd for the source.
“Is something wrong, Nakaba?” Adele asked.
“No,” she answered, turning back to him.
“Good. We need to hurry. Our meeting with the traders is soon.”
“Of course, cousin.”
Adele took her han
Upon a Star: The Barefoot Empress, prologueUpon a Star: The Barefoot EmpressUpon a Star: The Barefoot Empress, prologue by YurixTheWanderer
To those who read this, do not think this story is like all others spoken before. This is not a knight’s tale where a young hero saves the beautiful princess from the evil sorcerer. This is not the story of a young maiden who falls in love with a dashing prince and lives happily ever after. This is not the words of a bard, of a crier, or of a scribe. This tale is not that of a nameless observer who speaks of a story from his own point of view, like an omniscient Planar who can shape the world to his whim to make the legend more interesting to tell.
This is my story.
Before I introduce myself, let me tell you about the world I lived in. Now, don’t go thinking that I am a mere spirit who lingers somewhere in the pages of this tome. The world did not die, nor did it change into something completely different. Truth is, it is only beginning to usher into a new era, one I fear may be one of conflict – not only between goo
The Barefoot Empress, chapter 1The Barefoot EmpressThe Barefoot Empress, chapter 1 by YurixTheWanderer
I wish I could say I remember the good times of my childhood… but we Bejemi have such long lifelines that reminiscing on the past is nearly impossible. Let me explain…
Because of the gems that our bodies obtain as we grow, our lives carve themselves into our flesh… quite literally. At birth, a Bejemi has a clear stone – one that has no specific shape, no color and no value. Some of the people sadly mistake it for Glass, which became one of the reasons for my misery. As we age from childhood into teenagers, our gems harden and begin to show the colors that will seal us for the rest of our lives… or so I thought.
Let me explain our caste system a bit more. The lowest of the Houses is the one of Glass, and those who live there are the most mistreated of the lot. As the stone holds very little value to most merchants, they treat Glass like the sand from which it came. Those poor souls are forced to live like slaves, trea
The Barefoot Empress, chapter 3The Barefoot EmpressThe Barefoot Empress, chapter 3 by YurixTheWanderer
When I woke up, it was late in the morning. My feet, legs and back hurt, but not as much as I thought they would. I could fell something heavy and warm wrapped around me and something soft under my head and neck. If this was a bed, then it was far from the ones at the orphanage. There was an odd smell in the air, as if someone was cooking, but I could not identify the scent to anything I knew.
The moment my eyes opened, I heard a man’s voice. “Welcome back to the living, snip.” Looking around, I spotted the person who talked; an adult, dressed in a raggedy armor made of patches of leather and fur, wearing clothes that truly needed wash, and sporting a short, grizzled beard along with dark brown hair with a streak of silver on the side. “Hope you’re not gonna rob me, eh? Can’t say I got much a chip like you could steal.”
When I sat upright on the bed, I quickly understood what the man meant: save for a cooking spit
The Courage to LoveThe cab screeched to a halt in front of Good Shepherd Hospital. Skye stumbled out, pulling a twenty from her wallet and handing it to the driver. Struggling with her purse a moment, she tucked her wallet back inside. She was late. It had been happening more and more often with her after school activities taking up more of her time. Before, when she was still in junior high, she was able to make her meetings with Alex on time. But since starting high school, sheʼd become involved in many extracurricular activities. She knew Alex understood and didnʼt hold it against her. Still, the guilt ate at her.The Courage to Love by skydancer792007
It was rare for him to be home, often spending weeks or months in the hospital when he had a relapse. She knew he was lonely and visited as often as she could. It seemed to help and the perpetual sadness that enveloped many of the other patients escaped him. Even then, she knew it was hard for him. Skye was his best friend and she did what she could to be there whenever he needed h
The Courage to Love: conclusionThe Courage to Love: conclusion by skydancer792007
Skye followed her father through the doors of the surgical wing in silence. Padraic kept his face forward and expressionless. The silence played heavily on Skye's nerves and she wished to break it. At the same time, she was afraid to. What if her father told her that Alex wouldn't make it? Would she be able to keep walking down this corridor if she knew only sadness waited at the other end? So she kept quiet, her fingers fidgeting within the pockets of her jacket.
As they neared the end of the hall, Skye noticed they were heading toward the recovery rooms. A spark of hope lit within her and she turned to her father. His smile beamed down at her.
"Daddy?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"He's going to be fine," he said. "It was tricky for a while there, but he pulled through. He has an amazing will to live."
"Thank-you, daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around his waist.
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