The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 1 by TheFS
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the wood. Unseen hands ravaged treetops and snatched away the withering leaves of the toughest of trees. The Triali season, the coldest season of the year, was quickly approaching and it wouldn’t be long before the forest was buried beneath a deep layer of ice and snow.
One tree, however, blossomed in the depths of the woodlands and was thri
The CorridorCreak Creak.The Corridor by Shamoneness
The wooden steps beneath my feet as I walk deeper down the dungeons corridor. The light of the lantern above leads me, though I know not where. Brick laid walls are all I see, the dimensions seemingly coming closer with each step.
Turning and turning, lower and lower.
Haunting vibrations echo through my eardrums, as a shrill noise sends chills down my spine. Bellowing voices call out below, like cries from the depths of hell.
Further still, I venture.
My fingertips touch the bricks; a thick slimy liquid coats each curvature. A grotesque odor permeates through the ghastly couloir, getting heavier with each loathsome gait. Soon enough, I recognize it as that of sulfur.
Luminous flickering light reflect against the bricks, confirming the fiery sulfuric smell.
The light brightens into a blinding glow.
At last, I reach the end of the corridor. The light stands before me, and nothing more.
I Am YoursLeave it to himI Am Yours by Mumikansou
The one who's all steam
The one without a dream.
He'll take you home
To his castle of chrome
To be his imperfect clone.
Give him what he wants
He smiles and he taunts
He laughs and he haunts.
Force those three little words out
He likes it when you scream and shout
He likes it when you beg and pout.
Tell yourself that it's real
When you find him in bed with her
When you make him lose his temper.
Because that's all you are to him,
Another excuse to be angry.
A seed of lust gone too far for him,
But you meant everything to me.
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