Red: Ordinary WorldCame in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue/I thought I heard you talking softly/I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio/And still I can't escape the ghost of you/What has happened to it all?/Crazy, some would say/Where is the life that I recognize?/Gone away/BUT I WON'T CRY FOR YESTERDAY/THERE'S AN ORDINARY WORLD/SOMEHOW I HAVE TO FIND/AND AS I TRY TO MAKE MY WAY/TO THE ORDINARY WORLD/I WILL LEARN TO SURVIVE/Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say./"Pride will tear us both apart"/Well now pride's gone out the window/'Cross the rooftops, run away/Left me in the vacuum of my heart/What has happened to me?/Crazy, some would say/Where is my friend when I need you most?/Gone away/What has happened to it all?/Crazy, some would say/Where is the world that I recognize?/Gone away/And I won't cry for yesterday/There's an ordinary world/Somehow I have to find/And as I try to make my way/To the ordinary world/I will learn to survive/Everyone is my world/I will learn to survive/Everyo
Project Flannery Round 1 The soft click of plastic alerted me that the strap of my pack was finally closed shut and connected. I sighed in relief. I had spent a bit too much time not only trying to find something that I could fit over my wings but also trying to figure out how to connect the two parts of plastic. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that the strange, three-pronged part fit into the box-looking piece. I flexed my wings, making sure I had full control of them and that the pack didn't affect their movement. Everything worked out fine.
As well as looking for a pack, I also decided to look for supplies. I had come to a small hut that seemed abandoned (I did not wish to find out who or what had lived there) and quickly searched the place for anything of use. A fighting tournament. That would mean a lot of wounds. I made bandages my first priority. If I couldn't tend to myself after a fight then I wouldn't make it very far. And while tha
Project Flannery Prologue The first sensation I felt was that of a slight tickle on my neck. My first thought was, "Get away. Leave me to sleep. I don't want your needles." Then the tickling sensation continued on down my arm. I felt it on my leg as well. I opened my eyes and blinked several times, staring up at a blue ceiling. It seemed so high up; I figured I must've been moved to a very large room.
Then I realized I had opened my eyes. I panicked, and sat upright. The sound of chains did not follow. The first things I noticed were the strange worm-like creatures crawling on me. One of them looked up with razor sharp teeth and made an awful hissing sound. I panicked and jumped to my feet, batting them off of me. They scurried away. I had no clue what they could've been for I had never seen or even read about such creatures before.
"Where am I?" I asked out loud as I took in the surroundings. I had to wonder if this was a
Project Flannery Audition The alarming perfume drifted towards my nose. It was a heavy smell. It was slim, elegant and danced. It twirled and beckoned, slowly drifting farther and farther away, calling to me. Always beckoning. Always.
The rustle of a coat sent the fading smell back towards my direction. It once more performed its dance for my sensitive nose. It was trapped, forced always to return on the command of a moving coat. Constantly beckoning.
Warm fingers pressed against my neck. They pushed hard and without emotion. It was an almost suffocating feeling, though I could still breathe just fine.
Just next to the warm touch was a cold sting a shocking contrast to the feel of flesh on my skin. It pushed deeper into my neck, sending shivers up my spine, though I didn't move. Then there was an extreme pressure in my neck, threatening to burst my skin right open. It slowly spread thro
Six Kingdoms: New Beign IX
Payton raised his hand as he walked down the plank of the Demagol. The soldiers stationed at the pier all looked at each other and muttered under their breath. They lowered their weapons as Payton strode right past.
"Sir," the captain of the squad approached Payton.
"No one touches the boat," Payton ordered and continued walking. He wrinkled his nose. New Beign really did smell bad. "And no one touches anyone aboard the boat. They're allowed to walk free through the city. No one will cause trouble and if they do you treat them as a normal citizen."
"Yessir," the captain stuttered. "But sir," he faltered, "there's a meeting of the council. Shouldn't you be there? Where have you been?"
"I figured they'd try to meet without me. Looks like I showed up just in time." Payton took off briskly down the street, making his way towards the meetingho
Six Kingdoms: Danella IV
Natalie grabbed Mira's shoulder and pointed down the path. Just ahead, a person was stooped over, digging through the dirt and weeds.
"A traveler?" Mira asked.
"Or a bandit trying to trick us!" Natalie cried in excitement.
"Should we walk around? Do you think he saw us?" Mira asked. Natalie chuckled.
"He probably has bandit friends waiting in the bushes if we do that. No the only way to get through a trap is to walk right through it!" Natalie exclaimed. Mira looked at her doubt.
"That doesn't seem right," Mira mumbled.
"If he isn't a bandit, we wish him a good morning," Natalie instructed. "But if he is, we kill him with kindness!" Natalie held a proud fist up in the air.
"Natalie, I'm scared," Mira clung to the young woman's leg. Natalie giggled.
DR OCA Round 10 Nick sighed as he caught a single white feather in his hand. He looked up into the sky where the solitary Winged creature was becoming increasingly smaller until it disappeared into stars. Nick dropped the feather and turned back down the alley, sheathing the glimmering silver knife that had been given to him by the demon, Shax.
So far he had been unsuccessful in killing any of the Winged but tonight was the closest he had ever gotten. They were extremely cautious and though Nick had only seen four of them since Shax had approached him, every last one of them had fled at the sight of Nick. It was as if they knew what was coming.
A sound, like the rustling of feathers, sounded from a nearby roof and Nick turned, his instincts causing the fur on his arms to stand on end. A large crane alighted on the corner of the roof and stared down and Nick. Nick sighed once again, allowing himself to relax.