Blood dribbles down chin
Feline eyes meet mine
Over the carcass of the antelope
We go our separate ways
Man vs FelineRending, tearingMan vs Feline by fenicksreborn
Blood dribbles down chin
Feline eyes meet mine
Over the carcass of the antelope
We go our separate ways
Hopes and DreamsWe come looking for hopesHopes and Dreams by fenicksreborn
that are in our dreams.
We come from our homes
looking for jobs.
We come to find family
and a better life.
We come to America
for all this and more.
We pass through Ellis Island.
Going through the exams,
tests, and all.
We just want to be Americans.
We never lose sight of that
because it is always in
our hopes and dreams.
|All my completed written works.|
TSPro-Fall of an EmpireIt was a moonless night when the hordes came. Hideous creatures that had the features of rats but walked upright like men. They struck terror in the hearts of all those who saw them.TSPro-Fall of an Empire by fenicksreborn
The Ratmen gathered on the field outside the city of Aleysta, the capital of the kingdom of Aurulia. There was one thought on their simple minds: conquest. They stormed the castle.
"We cannot hold them back!" the captain yelled.
The horde had struck just after midnight, seemingly coming from everywhere. The night watch had been the first to see them and had sounded the alarm.
"Sire, we must flee. The city is lost," Sir Ren said in hushed tones to the king.
"And with it, the empire," the king replied grimly. He sighed. They were on the inner wall and could hear the sounds of battle from below. Already, the outer wall had been lost. Surely the Ratmen were ransacking the city. "Alright," he
KEPro-The BeginningThe child stared into the darkest cave she had ever seen. She thought she could hear someone snoring from inside, but that could very well be the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks behind her echoing from within.KEPro-The Beginning by fenicksreborn
She crept closer. She had never seen this particular cave before, and she had been coming to this beach since before she could walk. She looked up and down the shore. Good, she thought, he's no where in sight. She did not want her pesky little cousin to see her. All she saw were the waves crashing onto the shore and the gulls hovering over the sea.
She crept farther into the cave. The walls were smooth and black, as in they had been blasted by some kind of fireball.
Startled, the child looked around. She couldn't see anything within the gloom, but she definitely heard something.
She crept forward some more and stumbled. She fell hard on to the roc
RTPro-Serenity and DevestationThere. She saw it. A beautiful stag that looked like it could provide enough food to last the tribe a couple of weeks. If they dried some of the meat, it would last longer. The pelt could be made into shoes or clothes for many tribesmen. The antlers would be good for trade, especially with the Summerset Tribe.RTPro-Serenity and Devestation by fenicksreborn
"Do you see it, Sylvie?"
"Shhhh!" she hissed at the man next to her. His name was Naoru and had been her best friend since childhood. He had golden blonde hair and eyes as blue as the stream before them.
"But Sylvie! It's beautiful!" Naoru whispered excitedly. A couple of the other elves began whispering too.
"Everyone be quiet!" Sylvana whispered harshly. "We do not want to lose this!"
Immediately the other elves quieted. The forest was quiet as well, as if in anticipation. There was a slight breeze, but the elves were downwind of the stag.
|Pieces that I am working on. They are separated into folders, with the first chapters of each multi-chapter story featured in the main folder.|
Forum Micro-fiction: MonstersMonster. Slayer.Forum Micro-fiction: Monsters by fenicksreborn
“Murderer is more like it,” he said in a disgust-tinged voice as the last shot rang out. Grimly surveying the carnage, he lowered his weapon. Shaking his head and running his free hand through his hair, he continued, “Not like more of these things won’t just pop up tomorrow…”
“Or the next day…or the day after that…” he heard from his left. Glancing that way, he saw a woman; girl really, in faded blue jeans and leather jacket.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking away again, keeping watch for more dead rising.
“Is that anyway to greet your little sister, huh, Nicky?” she asked in a singsong voice.
Turning towards her, he harshly replied, “You’re not my sister, Jesse. Now, what do you want?”
Deciding it was better not to argue, Jesse told him, “The boss wants to see you.”
He motioned her to lead the way.
Forum Micro-fiction: Nightmares“NOOOOOOOOO!” she woke up screaming, anxiety clawing at her insides like undead fingers from a grave.Forum Micro-fiction: Nightmares by fenicksreborn
She remembered the feel of their greasy hair and wet lips moving along her neck; of being held by large hands against a wall; the cold steel of the dagger against her throat; and the sound of her garments tearing as they were roughly removed. A thin red welt now flattered her neck like a necklace of shame.
In the grey early morning light, Locke dressed. Work did not stop just because one had recurring nightmares.
Donning dark brown boots and matching mask, she strapped on her ash bow. Smirking at the reflection in the mirror, she turned and left the room that had been her home for the last few months, a spring in her step.
It was time for a reckoning.
Forum Micro-Fiction: FairytalesRunning. She was always running. Though, given that she was someone who had a habit for acquiring items through less than legal means, she understood it. Not that this made her enjoy it anymore.Forum Micro-Fiction: Fairytales by fenicksreborn
“Stop! Thief!” she heard someone exclaim. Turning her head, her obsidian hair whipping, she collided with a solid wall of giant and fell.
Sprawled on the ground, she looked up through twilight bangs. The giant loomed over her, arms crossed, glaring at her with his pig eyes. She began backing up, as the guards closed in through the crowd, her hand brushed against something round and metallic. A bright blue flash, and she was gone.
There were gasps around her. Looking down at her hand, she found the amulet pulsing blue. They could not see her, not wanting to see if they could touch her, she got up and slinked away, picking pockets as she passed.
What the Water Gave MeI didn't cry when Tam Lin went away. I broke into the local pool after it closed and everyone was gone, and I read the books he left me, and I waited.
I wondered if he listened to the mixes I made him, if he practiced his diving. If anyone over there was trying to beat him up, the way they had when he moved here, before we were friends. But mostly, I wondered if Tam was waiting, too.
I'd hoped to see him when my parents moved us to America. I knew we were just one of many, an exodus away from Ireland after the economy collapsed, but we were moving to the same area, and Tam had sent his address when he arrived. He'd never answered my letters, but I thought I'd look anyway. Surely he'd have time for me if I came in person.
I knew I was being pathetic, but I didn't care. I wanted to see his face again. In my wallet I kept a photo of us together: I had folded and unfolded it so often that the paper had become like velvet when I pressed it to my cheek. Sad indeed.
After I got settled in
The Dead God's RevelationLucien scrubbed with harsh soap until his skin was red and stinging, then stepped under a jet of hot water. He’d been doing this forever, but it still made him grimace and squirm. After drying with a rough cotton towel, he pulled a clean white robe that smelled of magic and disinfectant over his head, placed a soft cloth cap over his short hair, and stepped into straw sandals that scratched his feet.
He placed his hand against the doorway to the patients’ area. Magic pushed against him like a strong wind; he relaxed into it, and the door slid open. Lucien took stock. At the moment he had only two subjects. The man was asleep, his skin flushed with fever and marked with red bumps that had not yet begun to flake and bleed.
Lucien turned to the girl. She was little more than a child. Blood leaked from the corners of her eyes and mouth; her breathing was shallow, barely audible. She did not stir when Lucien dabbed the blood off her skin, so lightly as to apply almost no pressur
CapturedMoonlight filtered in through the iron bars, filling the small stone cell with minimal amounts of light. Crickets could be heard chirping; singing their nightly song in the field beyond the cellblock that was located along the west wall of the city of Thrace. James Carding leaned against the left wall of his cell, one hand fingering the split lip he had received while trying to resist his captors. He couldn't believe he'd been caught; Drake and Aislinn were never going to let him live this down. Well, they wouldn't if he ever managed to escape.
He sighed and climbed to his feet, starting to pace his cell, trying to work out the kinks and stiffness from having been sitting for so long, and from having the crap kicked out of him when he wouldn't just "come along quietly" like the guards had demanded. He approached the bars and stuck his head out as far as it would go, trying to see down either end of the hall, looking for a guard or someone to
LostYour slouch says it all
and the way
you wear your hat
in your hands
like something condemned
or a color
you cannot remember.
cannot chase you here
in the footsteps
whose faces vanish
torn from wallets.
will not echo
through your sleep
in blind comfort.
And no song
that bleeds your name
across the pillows
and leaves you falling
that slipped through winter...
A Witch Named Carmine-1Carmine absently wandered through the creature-infested wood.
Pixies and nymphs fluttered curiously around her head, while trolls hid in the safety of their hollow dens as she approached them. She knew this wood like the back of her hand, if anything were to attack her in here, then it was sent with a reason.
Soon Carmine stopped. The path she had been following had suddenly opened up to a grassy glen, leaving her feeling very exposed.
To her right there was a babbling river, now slightly frozen with the on coming winter. Birds of various varieties whistled and tweeted, invisible in the canopy of branches. Butterflies and dragonflies buzzed about the flowers, some poisonous, some edible, around her feet. Carmine cautiously stepped towards the river; tales of disappearances had surfaced to her village from this place, normally she would have avoided this area all together, but her frazzled mind hadn't been focused as to her destination.
Something evil resides here She assume
Leaves Of DanceAutumn leaves
A beat of
I twist the pen
In my hand.
Are falling again.
Winter is coming
Ink starts to
In my head.
Hands and hair
In their hair
Each to a different beat.
By the fated
It can be the
Inspiration can give you
The feeling of
With a spark
That you don't
Tenshin Diaries chapter 1Name: Crystal
Name of the Diary: ???
Date: November 19
I found this diary together with some old photos, I dont really have anything else to do, so I guess I should write here sometime...
20 of November
I couldn't die so easily, I don't remember how many times I tried to kill myself but it never worked didn't really make any change at all Several times I had internal bleedings, broken bones a pain so strong that my screams could literally bring the dead back to life but after a while the injuries they would just heal, my bleeding would stop and I could also hear the cracking of my bones reshaping themselves I got used to the cold feeling of my veins when all the blood was spilled all over the floor but that never killed me
24 of november
My life on the other hand was insupportable in few wor
Memento Mori- Chapter 1A seemingly androgynous form sat in a darkened space. Emptiness surrounded her, giving her the essence of floating in the nothingness. Static danced about her, spilling itself over her thighs and crackling in her ears. She could hear it well, listening to its whirr and zip from moving around so rapidly. Its cackle was overbearing, yelling at her as she sat. Her stillness agitated it, giving it reason to spit at her quiet solace. However, she did not listen. She had learned to ignore the cries of static. The fickle electricity gave her no remorse, no regret. It was useless in her mind and she let that be shown. She showed no kindness to those she could not toy with. She needed emotions and such simple beings of nature didn't have such glorious properties.
She bent over, wrapping her arms tightly around her calves. The static grew madly, spreading itself along her back and playing amongst her chin-length black hair. It tickled her lips and pinched her cheeks.
She spun frontwards, releasi
Storms: A SequelThe lightning bolt:
Beat Of the Drums - Part OnePounding drums. They reverberated throughout the entire forest. The thick scent of tart sap and sweet honey was too powerful, swamping her, dulling her senses and made her limbs feel more heavy than she could bear to handle.
She didn't understand why she felt she should flee. War drums were a familiar sound to her, something she understood completely. She was one of the Tree-Leapers, who pinned off the enemy clan members with their bows. She wasn't great, but she was useful.
Now that she knew her primary target, though, all she could do was flee. Which would leave her alone, without food or companion and most likely a terrible headache to go with it all. She'd never be accepted back as a deserter, but she couldn't just kill her friend who felt like a sister.
She stopped running. She didn't know why the power of the scents was overtaking her now. But they were.
Just great. All of my honourable life I've gotten by as one of the Tree Leapers. Now I'm a deserter, and my clan will
Juusan: Destined Arrival
Juusan: Destined Arrival
The sun smiles upon the land, granting its gift of luminescence to the foothills of Fuji-yami Wild flora, fields upon fields of it, greet the travelers with its lush, leafy radiance, and the local fauna bask in what appears to be nature's day off. A cool breeze blows in from the mountain, making the sun's mild overbearance somewhat more tolerable. Today should be a good day, yes, but their reason for coming to this place keeps it from being so.
Absentmindedly, Kazuya wanders ahead on his own, leaving the rest of the group not too far behind. He cannot seem to shake off this dark feeling pervading his thoughts and his very being, despite the calm, relaxed surroundings. He wonders if this vista presented before him is nothing more than a farce, created by his own mind, just to cope with these dark times. He even questions the very reason they came to Fuji-yama.