Mark had always had a fascination with gargoyles, ever since he had been taken to a gothic cathedral as a small child. Since then he had researched them immensely, fascinated by the idea of these mythical guardians. Slowly his fascination had spread into his room, which was covered with pictures and filled with gargoyle trinkets. He had grown since then, and was now at university, but still he held his child like fascination. There was one thing, however, that he still hadn't managed to find, a gargoyle costume. Ever since he was allowed to go trick or treating at Halloween, he had wanted to dress up as a gargoyle, but he could never find any
One moment I'm asleep, the next I'm awake.
Only, something's wrong.
It's too dark.
No, it's not just too dark, its pitch black.
There's no light at all.
Why?
Why is there no light?
Have I gone blind?
Did someone come along and pull my eyes out while I was sleeping?
Did the Sun burn out and we now have to live in darkness?
No.
None of those things have happened.
Overreacting, yet again.
Why don't you try opening your eyelids you stupid fool?
Only, they don't want to open.
They're quite happy to stay shut.
Com'on. Open those damn eyes.
My eyelids don't flicker open like they do in films.
One second they're closed, then they're
Rise of the Shadow Dragon by TF-Writers, literature
Literature
Rise of the Shadow Dragon
Rise of the Shadow Dragon
By: jujaga; Influenced By: Transryu
Chapters:
The Advent
Divine Intervention
Times of Change
New Freedom
The Wizard
The Return
- The Advent
I've always believed that I was a dragon stuck in human form. I always felt this draconic presence within me, coursing throughout my veins. I almost knew the feeling of flight with wings like the back of my hand, and the instincts that I possessed were a bit heightened compared to other people. When I would sleep, I would often see myself as a dragon, flying throughout my lands and feeling a sense of freedom. I would have many abilities that wouldn't be possible in the
A Whole New World
by biffiea
Human to Blaziken
Drew was sitting in Biology at the moment. He was on the AP track of course, but for now wasn't to interested in school. His mind was back at home on his video games. He was about to finish his copy of Pokemon Emerald, and didn't want to be distracted by school. It was no secret to anybody that Drew loved pokemon. He wore Pokemon shirts to school, was first in line to play all the games, and had passed every single pokemon challenge or battle, well, with the exception of emerald and all things thereafter. To him, when he was playing the game, he got into it. A New and unusual world opened up
Calica and Roma: The Call by TF-Writers, literature
Literature
Calica and Roma: The Call
Chapter 1: Black Cat
Black Cat sat at the diner enjoying his pancakes, enjoying this scant moment from the hero's job to relax and have a good meal. But alas the hero handbook knows better "A hero never gets a day off." Still they all try from time to time. But in a world with aliens from space trying to establish their foothold on earth. Pan-dimensional criminals trying to get away with the sins in our world that got them hunted down in their world or made them a dictator in theirs. Time spanning tyrants trying to enforce their law on what they perceive either as the primitive past or the savage future a hero's. Strange creatures of mystica
NGT: Dream 1-Transformation by TF-Writers, literature
Literature
NGT: Dream 1-Transformation
Dreamscape's New Guardian
Dream 1—Transformation
Nathan eagerly jumped into bed for the third night in a row. He had spent the past two nights in a fantastic place that he had never been to before. It was a huge place full of daylight and bliss, and there seemed to be no boundaries at all. He lay down and pulled the covers up to his chin and promptly fell asleep.
Once again, for the third night in a row, he found himself in the fantastic land of dreams. He could see the main city behind him far off in the distance and in front of him stood a huge monolith of stone. It resembled the top half of an egg of sorts, but
Experience in Black and White by TF-Writers, literature
Literature
Experience in Black and White
The cool, crisp water washed past Kejital's face as his body broke the surface of the water, lancing through it like a harpoon, clad in only a pair of green and purple swimming trunks as he ventured deeper.
Thanks to the pair of goggles that encircled his head, not a worry crossed his mind about getting saltwater in his eyes. Unfortunately, he thought, there was no way to decrease the pressure that he felt on all sides of him as he swam even deeper, goosebumps forming on his skin as the water decreased in temperature, along with altitude.
For what reason he had gone diving here, he did not know, and frankly, didn't care. All he knew was tha
Step
Wait
Shuffle
Those three words were the only descriptors that Luke Smith used as he moved through the line, the slip of paper that held his personal information on it clutched in his strong hands, which connected to nicely tanned and muscular arms, accentuated by his white sleeveless shirt. Occasionally, an idle hand reached up to brush a long brown lock out of his face. A good amount of his hair was secured by a white bandanna, but that didnt prevent the other good amount from escaping over the top, over his emerald green eyes and chiseled face. Tight jeans fell over white tennis shoes that scuffled along the
Joe looked into the drain pipe. It stunk of sewage, but that didnt stop him. The flashlight switched on, casting shadows everywhere.
Joe made a careful effort not to step into the water flowing out. Who knew what kind of chemicals and bodily wastes were in that water.
Joe stopped. He saw something move, it went vanished into the shadows, splashing.
What was that? Joe asked.
Joe was looking for a lost classmate, Frank. Frank had wandered into the sewers a few days ago on a dare. Already at Attica Middle School, people were saying that the Crocs in the sewer ate him. Joe wanted to prove them wrong, and show that he wasn&
Lion TF
I groaned. I had felt like shit all day. My entire body ached from the second I opened my eyes, and it hadnt stopped even now. I stood at 62 and had dark brown hair and eyes. Today though, it seemed as if I had shrunk an inch or two as I looked into the mirror and saw my half asleep face for the first time that morning. I just passed it off as the aching had started, plus, I was still half asleep, so I continued with my morning and got into the shower. After I was done, I looked at my clock 6:25. I still had plenty of time to get ready for work. I lived alone which had its ups and downs, as does everything.