The City-State of Kahn (Slums) The door of the small shack opened and in walked Hector. His small dwelling was in a forgotten corner of the slums where he could sleep in peace. The shack was just a single room, with a chest in the corner, a fire pit with a pot hanging over and a hammock for rest. Latching the bar closed he took off his cloak and tool bag se...
Chapter 4 People Last night I did not sleep well. It was bad, real bad. I practically relived my past. And was such a horrible night. Seeing my mother like that again. It makes me think why I'm even here. Like just ask yourself over and over why are you here? But you get no damn answer! Just ask god, to just kill myself, but I tried over many years, and i...
Chambers and Ria stood, their hands on their heads, as the two henchmen approached them with their pistols drawn. Chambers and Ria looked at each other. Chambers motioned with his eyes down towards his feet. When Gomez fell to the floor after being shot by Tabernas, the rifle he was holding slid part way across the floor. It now rested just beside Chambers...
My thanks to PF for his editing handiwork *Imagine a life without Love; no Hate, Pride, or Passion* (There is a great deal of violence in this tale but I promise it will make sense before we are done. The 'hero' is no Conan the Barbarian -- normally. Slapping girls and woman is very abnormal but I hope understanding will come) "Hey Sally," I caught Sally...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * "I'm mad as Hell and I won't take it anymore. Now, get the fuck off my lawn!" If you think terrorists are angry, think again. The average middleclass American is much angrier. The aver...
BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: Wes Craven: A Nightmare on Elm Street Victor Miller: Friday the 13th John Carpenter: Halloween Victor Salva: Jeepers Creepers Clive Barker: Candyman, Hellraiser CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -"Before reading this final chapter, I would strongly rec...
darkness, then it comes up from nowhere. a blink, and a drop of blood hits the puddle it has made. the blood drips trail upwards to a table where the little river has been left to trail. it follows to a face, the woman.. she lays there over the table, her mouth open, her eyes open, she is staring as blood drips from her nose and her mouth. a whimper comes ou...
The life of a Vampire is often glamorized in the movies and television shows imagined by bozos who have no idea what Vampire life is really like. My name is Ibrahim Hassan. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, on November 9, 1972, and raised in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. On February 5, 1995, I died. From a gunshot wound while walking...
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The Dark Lord's forces cheered as their beloved leader tore through the Dark Elf interloper. Despite wishing to be by the Dark Lord's side, Bsran followed her orders which were to protect his wife Mera and their unborn child. Still though, he regretted not killing Elena and her comrades when he had the chance. Now they had ruined her birthday party, surely...