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A History of the Creation Mythos as Known throughout Rae.
Ancient history tells us of the formation of the world. A test of will and might from the beings whose power excelled far past what is imaginable. Those beings were called gods, but all knew that was a misnomer. These so-called gods were fickle, broken, and full of spite. Constantly vying for power and changing as time went on. Everyone knew of their brokenness and their ephemeral nature. Soon, all accepted that they were not separate from the mortals, but akin.
By Christopher Luchies4 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
The End of Everything
By: Rebecca Keene Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Regardless, I was still screaming, because screaming isn't what we do for attention. It is rather an involuntary release of immense unbearable pain. Screaming into the void is therefore a perfectly logical behavior. It doesn't matter at all that no one will hear. Screaming into the void of open space is where I find myself now, but I digress. To tell my story correctly, we must begin at the beginning.
By Rebecca Keene4 years ago in Fiction
The Detective
“Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” A click rang loud in Hatz’s ear. He closed his eyes, sighing at his defeat. He dropped his bow staff, raising his hands and slowly standing as he moved out of his attack stance. He looked up at the space villain, staring at the end of a loaded blaster and the smug smile that gleamed brightly back. “Care to find out?” The villain quickly activated his magnet boots and reached for the airlock lever.
By Taylor Cook4 years ago in Fiction
The Push
The Push Stan woke to a misty rain pinging off the edge of his helmet, the steady drip impacting on the webbing strapped to his chest, each splash matching the impacting explosions of the shelling penetrating the land above. As he lifted the blanket from around his shoulders he felt the skittering of a rat from the small of his back, with fur black as night and eyes of crimson, it shreaked up the wall into its burrow. Stan paid no mind and wiped the sleep from his eyes as the dawn light crested the top of the trench. He turned his head and peered into the periscope sight which was fixed next to him. It was the same view every morning, blackened trees, fog and barbed wire.
By Ian J Roberts 4 years ago in Fiction
The Train
The sound of the train turning around a corner abruptly woke me. I felt my body being slightly rocked by the turn. As I opened my eyes the train was going through a tunnel. Everything went darker. It seemed to be night. I still felt drunk. The section I was in came out of the tunnel. I was sitting by the window. I looked out the window and didn’t recognize the town we were going through. To be honest, I had no idea how I got on the train. Oh man, I can feel the hangover coming on. I sat there in partial agony, trying to comprehend the situation I was in. I am on a train.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction
