#short tale

[socratesvisitsarcadia]

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[Canon?]

The Mediterranean was everything she ever thought it'd be, the salty air flowed through her ears, whispering things she knew her sister would understand better than her. The waves that crashed onto the side of the ship were soft and kind, the sun that set on the horizon warmed her skin one final time before retiring beneath the ocean.

And as it did, and shadows took over the prowl, it was her time to retire. But not before she awakened her shipmate.

Crawling under the deck, as silently as her boots allowed, she tapped her feet and in her hand a small flame was produced. Its light was enough to illuminate the dark chamber, revealing the net-hammock that hung, and more importantly, the sleeping troll in it. Suniva couldn't help but giggle as she approached, and he turned away from the light.

"Good evening, Angor!" She greeted, though he pretended not to hear her. "It's your turn!"

"Sunset already...?"

"Oh yes! And it's your turn to steer." She grinned, pushing him gently and making him sway on the hamock. "Come oooon~ or there's not gonna be dinner left for you~!"

Angor rolled his eyes just like he rolled out of the hammock, following the wizard up to the top deck. As he climbed out of the sight lower space, he stretched his back, feeling the joints on his back cracking. The pain subsided quickly and allowed a gentle smile to return to his features as he approached the woman who watched the water so intensely, before with fast-moving movements of her arms, she made a spear of water shoot into the boat unsuspecting fishes, who she quickly finished off with his dagger.

"Don't you have your own knife?! Why my dagger?!" He exclaimed, running to snatch it back with a slight panic.

Suniva did not fight him, but grinned at the affirmation. "Oh- but of coooourse. And do you might help me remember where my knife is?"

He was about to be snarky, when he recalled the incident from a few days earlier. "In... the ocean."

"Bottom of the ocean you mean. Sooooo..." She grinned widder, having won the argument.

The clay troll rolled his eyes, moving closer to clean the fishes. "Might as well since you got it all covered in fish blood."

The red haired woman cackled like a crow, deliberately patting his back with a hand covered in said fish blood. "Thanks Angoooor~!"

She watched as he shivered at the cold wet feeling and cackled once more, running to wash her hands and prepare the kitchen for the cooking before he was done and would return the prank.

[injuries-in-dust]

Username: Hugh Mann

Question: Human enrichment.

Hello fellow humans. I am also a human who has recently acquired new human friends through legitimate means that do not need to be reported to the galactic planetary authorities.

My new human friends and I are having fun travelling in my ship vehicle across the galaxy world. They enjoy their enclosure rooms own areas of the vehicle but are also given the ability to move about the ship vehicle as they like now the quarantine is complete.

However the journey between systems cities can be quite long in some places even at hyperspeeds using highways, and my human friends can become quite frustrated being stuck within the confines of the ship vehicle for these lengths of time.

They call it boredom which I am told I know is a perfectly normal human reaction to a lack of stimulation.

What nice and normal human enrichment activities can you suggest that I and my fellow humans can engage in for their our collective mental health and wellbeing?

Preferable activities which can keep them busy for long periods of time.

Please hurry. They are growing curious to see how the engines work.

[thmsfontela]

I remember the blue sky and the heat of the sunlight crossing the trees, lighting up the green leaves, dimming as a collection of emeralds jewels, while I was swimming in the forest. I moved fast as the wind, cutting the grass below me as I ran to reach the echoing sound that came above the woods.

In an open field, I saw the clouds swirling like a violent sea. The sun exhibited the shadows of the creature that was drifting in the sky. So noble, wonderful, and unique, the whale revealed itself for me, dancing on its own. Its melody was blue but a clamor for consciousness. From the bottom of the heart, it said: “I don’t wanna be alone,” smiling with tears on its eyes.

It was so high, kilometers from the ground, tenting me to give up to follow my emotions. I was just an ambitious fox, naive and falling for someone new, a complete stranger that stole my heart without knowing.

I felt my feelings burning me alive, not so scared to let them come out, not so proud to turn me around, but unprepared to dive into the unknown.

[blackdragonturds]

MK Storytime!

I had this idea when I was in the shower, so I think its pretty cute. Short and sweet.  Enjoy!

Reader x Kabal short story

The snow falling outside was a peaceful sight as I sipped my morning coffee. The smell of my boyfriend’s cologne was strong on my skin from his coat as I could feel the heat from the mug warming my fingers. The way the snow barely glazes the trees and the graceful hanging icicles on the roof was enough to make me smile. It had been a cold January as snow was up to your knees. I heard soft footsteps coming from the bedroom down the hall.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

I could hear Kabal’s yawn as he walked past me to the kitchen. He was in a pair of blue checkered pajama pants and his old black socks. Kissing my cheek, he rubbed sleep from his eyes getting some coffee. His shark tooth necklace tickled my nose as he hugged me good morning.

“Good morning too babe. How’d you sleep?” I asked. His still half asleep voice was sweet.

“I slept all right. First time I got decent sleep since well, I can’t remember when.”

I nodded sipping more of my coffee.

“You hungry babe? I am. I could go for some of your delicious steak and eggs.”

“I’m getting there. I’ll make breakfast soon.”

“What’s on the menu?”

I thought about it for a moment and warned him,

“Don’t order anything as far as food. Let me do the cooking.”

He seemed to understand as he sniffed rubbing his nose.

“How does French toast sound?” I asked. He nodded with an agreeable tone.

“Sounds good to me.”

My one cat Luna came up to me purring and rubbing my side. A sleek jet-black cat with the sweetest yellow eyes. Artemis and Orion were still asleep in the cat condo as Luna purred to me petting under her chin. Orion was a fat boy tabby cat, with a missing ear and eye, Artemis a snow white cat with big blue eyes. She was deaf but I don’t mind.

“Meow!”

Luna greeted me with her tail in the air and paw on my leg.

I smiled petting her.

“Good morning to you too Luna. Do you wanna can of tuna?”

Kabal petted Luna, her back and tail affectionately arching to his touch.

“Orion’s your cat. Why is Luna all nice to you now?” I teased.

“All I did was give her a bowl of milk is all.”

I nodded as Luna leapt away to sleep on the couch. Kabal joked with me,

“Orion’s a fat, lazy cat that sleeps all day long but what’s your excuse, Luna?”

“And who’s fault is that? You feed him raw chicken all the time.”

He raises a finger in denial only to bend it back down looking away in defeat.

I laugh quietly placing my mug on the table and getting up.

“Well, I better feed her and get breakfast started. Come on Luna, I’ll get you some num-nums.”

Luna meows in reply following me to the counter as I reach into the pantry for a can of her favorite meal. I peel back the lid as I could feel Kabal hug me from behind. Scooping Luna’s food into her dish, I could feel an onslaught of kisses and I couldn’t resist. Today was going to be a good day, I know it.

*************************************** Thanks for reading guys! <3 Peace!

[helpmebelieveinanything]

The door of her house is shut, and she sees a little girl come running to her.

The little girl, she smiles, freckles dotting her pale face. Her eyes moody, and full of contemplation.

She has seen many things in her young life. The little girl tells the woman of her troubles. "There lays a dead woman in the street.”

The woman eyebrows raise, "Dead? How can that be?" The girl's eyes flash a sort of trouble, a deep trauma, she recants what she saw, "there is a woman in the street. And she's gone, her eyes are open but hey are non-seeing. Her skin is turning gray.”

[darkmoongodess]

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[gg-writes]

Let me tell you a story about a girl.

This girl lived in a magical world, and like so many around her, she had no magic. She could see it. Everybody could see it. But so few could use it.

So this girl and her family decided to live away from the cities and their machines that used magic to do wondrous things. They lived on a farm with enough food to sustain her parents, her, and her brother. Life was not magical, but it was life.

Though they were able to survive, the girl never felt she was able to thrive. Even in the countryside, the magic around her reminded her that she'd never use it. She would exist alongside it, never touching, but always wishing she could. Sometimes travelers talented in the use of magic would pass by their meager homestead. She'd beg them to take her with them, to teach her to use magic or even just to feel it in place of the usual blurry glimpses of power.

Every time, they told her no.

They told her she just wasn't made for it.

They said her mind just didn't work that way.

So one day, she packed what few belongings she had and left for the big city her family had abandoned long before.

She found jobs here and there, enough to pay for a roof over her head and food in her belly most nights, but it wasn't long before she realized that nothing was changing. Being closer to the magic didn't help. It still felt just as far away.

Perhaps she'd never have that connection with magic that some seemed to have. In the city, it was worse - so many people, and so many with power. Even standing next to them felt like a comparison.

She set out for a new town. Different people. Maybe no magic.

But as she walked, the look of the magic changed. No, it didn't change.

It was new magic. Different.

She found a city not unlike the one she had left, but altogether different. The wispy ethereal energy was sparse. Instead, the conduit tubes transferred a different kind of energy, one of heat and comfort and passion all at once. Strangers nodded as she passed. They saw her. They knew her.

And, for the first time, she could feel the magic.

She stayed in that city, her skin sagging as the years crawled by, though the energy weaving through her fingers was just as limber as ever. She wasn't as physically able as when she first arrived, but she delighted in illuminating the street lanterns at sunset.

As she reached the last lamp on the last street of the night, the sounds of sniffling drew her attention to a small boy curled on the side of the cobblestone road, huddled in his own tears.

They talked for a time. He felt out of place in this city, he told her. Everyone else seemed to be connected to this city, and happy, and with purpose. But all he could see was this fiery outline of energy in the conduit tubes. The energy felt like nothing to him. He felt like he didn't belong.

She listened to his worries and lamentations before offering a hand to help him from the ground.

He took it, unsure if she cared or if she even bothered to listen.

They stood hand in hand, silent for a time, before she spoke through a tearful smile.

"My boy, there is not a one of us who belongs everywhere. But neither is there a one of us who doesn't belong somewhere."

[braphic]

And there he was... as perfect as always, not even aware of that... not even aware... of me...