Out Of The City And Into The Stories

I am fine. I am fine. I am fine. Her figure was hunched over a corner, sobbing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I am fine. I am fine. A cold gust of wind scraped mercilessly into the alleyway. Her rapid breathing soon fell into a rhythmic pace as she tried to calm herself. It was just an illusion. I am fine. The streetlamp above her flickered to life, the orange glow casting the woman’s solitary shadow onto the dark pavement. There was still crimson red staining the tips of her fingers. She was fine. Cassandra’s eyes glowed bright green before reverting back to a warm brown. ~   Agent 801 paced the length of his office. His teammates had gone missing over the past week, and all five of them had gone missing without a trace—he had investigated their trails personally, yet he had not a single lead. He had been lying when the old lady at the supermarket asked if he was okay. He was not fine at all. Something was off. Really off. All evidence just said that they had vanished into th...

He was just a boy from Oar’s Rest. No, no. They had told him time and time again. He was the hero of the kingdom, the one that saved Naedidor from complete demolition. They had even held a festival in his honor, dancing around the bonfire, chanting his name as the ashes floated into the night sky.   He was only eighteen, he had only just reached adulthood. They regarded him as the boy who was a man, the man who was the manliest of them all, the man who embodied the spirit of great warriors. The embodiment of courage itself.   He missed her. The king of Naedidor had a daughter his age that was still yet unmarried. The king given him jewelry, land, power, anything that a sane person would desire—the king also assumed that a fine young man like him would want a beautiful wife, and so he offered the hero the hand of his daughter.   He wanted to turn down the princess, he really did. The princess had confronted him the day before he had officially finished...

I don't have much to say today, but I just dropped a new way of downloading my not-so-interactive prequel to a series of interactive fiction stories that will be coming along the way. (Soon, I hope.) Here's the link to my Tumblr blog where you'll find it. (It's roughly 6 MB big, the file is fairly small.) And as for those with a keen eye, you might have noticed me uploading a tad more frequently yesterday. To catch you up with what I've uploaded, there are three stories in total:  Blood & Tears Unsung Et Tu, Brute The Storm Keeper  ...with the former two which were old stories on my flash drive that I never had the chance to upload, and the latter which started out as a school essay that I have decided to expand into a chapter fic. That's all for now, and have fun reading!

Blood & Tears Unsung             Zeus takes confident steps up the palace of Mount Othrys. He has waited his whole life for this. He had been training in secret for the past sixteen years, and now he finally has a chance to save his siblings, albeit the slim odds. He pounds his fist upon the golden gates three times. Three sharp clangs on the metal and he is in. ~ For a twenty-one-year-old, one might’ve expected someone to live under her own roof, already separated from her parents. At twenty-one years old, Hestia not only still lived under her father’s roof, she also lived inside of his stomach. Ever since then, there have already been two sisters and two brothers who have suffered from the same fate as she did. Kronos’ stomach wasn’t exactly the most pleasant these days, with him downing goblet after goblet of nectar each day. Sitting the nearest to where it poured down was her youngest brother, Poseidon, who always complaine...

Snowy Days He stands by the abandoned bus stop, the warm yellow of a single lamp flickering overhead. The next arrival isn't until thirty minutes later, but he will wait, standing in the billowing wind, the icy snowflakes kissing his bare cheeks as he stares unmoving at the white he dwells in. Was it too daring of her to announce the hatred she bore towards Christmas? She had never believed in Santa Claus, even when she was still a child years ago, nor was she religious. The holidays were just a scam for people to spill their money out of their pockets, nothing more. The wind was too loud for her to concentrate as it swept by her windows. She stood up and walked towards them. The snow was still glistening brightly under the lamp post by the bus stop outside. There was also a silhouette of a man holding his hand out to shield his eyes from the white flakes which kept on blowing stubbornly, his back burdened by the seemingly heavy backpack on his shoulders. Not that it ma...

  Illicit affairs The Tale Of Eros & Psyche §§§ Eros drew back the bowstring, his arrow nocked and ready to fire. He narrowed his eyes upon the young lady, whom he was informed was called Psyche. It was her punishment for attracting all of the people away from his mother Aphrodite’s temples, for letting the people compare her beauty to his mother. Eros was tasked to make the girl fall in love with something nasty, perhaps an old man who smelled of the stink on the streets. Or maybe he could whip up a family scandal? Eros still hadn’t decided yet. Yet he faltered in his movements, still, invisible in the air. As the most feared god in the universe, he had never shied away from his missions, no matter how inhumane and dirty it was. Why though, did he not dare release the arrow? Why though, was his heart beating fast, his chest tingling with tiny sparks? §§§ Make sure nobody sees you leave, Hood over your head, keep your eyes down. Tell your friends you’re out fo...