Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats) by MissJenRose, literature
Literature
Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats)
“I don’t know what to write about the Buddy!” The female had cried out, done a strange, yet common, flail-dance while running around. I thought she was insane, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. She had flail-run out of the room, then back again and sat next to me.
I gave her a blank face. She fell back on her rump, then lunged forward onto her belly and hugged me. She buried her face in my fur and rubbed my side. This went on for minutes before she finally rolled away, when I had begun to thrash my tail around. She went to my second favorite spot, sat, stared at the strange Light Box and began to rapidly make tapping
Lonely Heart
For Puabi
In space, somewhere,
For countless years,
Beating softly in waiting
For the gentle touch
To wipe those lonely tears,
Until the night we met.
Those tears vanished, or they became
Tears of joy and relief
That, in my arms, she could forget
Years of sadness, loneliness, grief
And live again
In love.
A Need
Begging to be
Alone with your own thoughts
Not cacophony of people
Wishing to be
In a nice quiet spot
When around you, unceasing noise
A Relief
Finally found
A moment soft and still
Contrast, life continually blurred
Curled up, bound
By sleep’s embrace held still
Kept safe, from this hard cold world
A Fear
Clawing the mind
You’ll always be alone,
Say whispers, from that cold dark place
Terror to find
No help but is your own
Not enough, ‘gainst this beast you face
such is Silence.
While I was still soaring through the air, the entire room went pitch black. In an instant my body flew uncontrollably into the hard surface below. My dream had started to shatter around my own being and the absence of light became my grandest nightmare as my life flashes in front of my eyes. As fast as the images appear, they crumble in front of me and I cannot remember what it was that I saw. A tear strokes my cold cheek which shakes me while I see the shards of my reality fall into the rifts opening all around me.
I see a girl in front of me, I don't know her name anymore. She holds out her hand to help me up, but as I reach out for it, s
Slayers - The Past - Xellos/Filia by Skiyomi, literature
Literature
Slayers - The Past - Xellos/Filia
The Past.
In a rush of golden wings, Milgazia landed. The mouth of the cave was ahead of him, dark, save a few fairy lights. But it was the light behind him that was much more worrying than the blackness ahead.
He shook his reptilian head at this thought. The Pillar of Light was far, far away. No doubt the followers of the Fire Dragon King would be looking into the matter with all the vigorous purpose that they were known for. Milgazia could only hope to protect those in his province. The remnant on Dragon's Peak had more than enough to attend to without borrowing troubles.
He stepped into the cavern—a faraway retreat from the bustli
Prophecy.
Xellos shimmered into being in an alleyway, well out of sight of any of the people milling about in the crowded streets of the city. He had the half-formed idea that he might bide his time over a cup of tea, but was unsure as to whether he’d like to spend this break on something more productive or not.
The Dark Star summoning was off the monster race’s agenda. That was the big takeaway from the meeting he’d just attended and changed much about what was to be done now. Funny, but he’d had the feeling all along that it would wind up getting shut down, even though there’d been a great deal of excitement