ShadowWolf3117

 "Hello?" My voice echoed around the empty, dimly lit room. No response. My nerves tingled, uncomfortably. Too many horror movies, perhaps. I unhooked my flashlight from the backpack and flashed it around the room. The wide open area was devoid of the normal shipping containers I had expected. There was also a significant lack of silver-embossed metal arches, but that was normal. Those made opening a portal between the worlds much easier, but they weren't required. They also weren't portable. They had to be created in specific locations, where the Veil was weaker. I didn't have the knowhow or the ability to open a portal, so I was just goin

I’ve got an addiction Every day its getting worse Every hour that I waste I strengthen my own curse Connected to the system Disconnected from the land And my conscious slips away Like so many grains of sand All the songs of the world play And I hear a single tone I simplify, quantify, don’t even try While the emotions slip by Untouched And I can’t run, can’t hide Cause this curse didn’t find me I found it I held out my hand, wouldn’t run if I can, Cause instead of chasing me I run into its arms It’s been going on For far too long It’s almost too late Though my will is near gone I

Ch. 4 The fight started quickly, as Cade rushed forward, eager to land the first hit, feigning high with his fists and lashing out with his right foot, aiming for the half-orc’s broad chest. Jertan snapped his forearm across, knocking his foot aside in a powerful block, and Cade wavered, nearly loosing his balance as his foot flew far to the right. He had to quickly regain his footing as Jertan’s heavy fist came in, and Cade threw his hips to one side to sway out of the way of the punch. The halforc followed it with a sweeping hook that Cade blocked, forearm to forearm, then launched a punch in retaliation, pulling it at the last s

In the time of twilight, answers can be found. I stand on cold sand, feeling it shift under my weight, and watch as the last shard of the sun fades away over the next horizon. And as the darkness grows I look up to the sky, seeking guidance like scholars and prophets of old. Man has always looked up, searching for greater meaning in the vast patterns of the sky above the world. And as I watch a message is written there. But it is not our destinies. The stars have no voices. They watch, silently always seeing, never judging, chronicling our lives for some cosmic record. The message is simple: There is no counsel here.