《That Boy Hare [On Hiatus]》Chapter 3
Advertisement
The hare was in pain. Pieces of him felt broken; they hurt to move, so he didn't and lay still. But even when he was still, it hurt. He didn't know what to do, so he kept still and tried not to make anything worse.
And then he heard footsteps. He didn't know what those footsteps meant, so he kept still and tried not to make anything worse.
Oh, why, oh why did the refined brute have to drop him? He was having so much fun! The air was such a nice place to be! He'd spent his first moments in the sky, clutched tightly in the first brute's claws. Flying felt amazing.
But falling hurt. It hurt bad.
The footsteps were coming closer until they finally stopped. Then he felt something poke his back, which made the pain even worse. He let out a cry, but that made the pain worse, too!
Curse the poking! Curse the pain! Why did it have to hurt?
He heard a grunt, and then a deep, gravelly voice. 'So it's not dead. Good. [Mend Bones.]'
As soon as the voice had spoken, he felt better. So much better that he felt he could move again without feeling the accursed pain. But it was best to be cautious, so he gingerly twitched his back leg, the one that hurt the most. It was sore, but he could move.
So he slowly rolled off his side and onto his stomach before pushing himself up. And then he saw the thing.
It was black, a color he'd never seen before except for when he closed his eyes. He closed his eyes, trying to compare the color. But then he couldn't see it anymore, so he opened them again. But then he couldn't see what color his eyes made when they were closed, so he closed them again. But then-
Advertisement
Whack!
Something hard smacked the top of his head. He winced and hopped back two steps, cautiously eyeing the thing that had hit him. This one was brown and reminded him of the branches of death, except it was straighter, shorter, and attached to the black thing.
The black thing grunted: 'Stop that blinking and follow me.'
The hare tilted his head and squeaked: 'Follow? What's that?'
The black thing sighed and then grabbed the hare by the scruff of his neck. The hare cried out in protest, but the black thing ignored him, muttering something about babies and their low intelligence.
Advertisement
I, Paladin (an urban fantasy novel)
I was born and raised in Guthrie, Oklahoma—a town with 10,000 people. Mama runs a vintage diner inherited from family and the farthest I’ve been from home is a thirty-minute car ride to Oklahoma City. It's been a traditional middle-America upbringing. Until I have to defend myself from a vampire at sixteen. Suddenly, life is fight training, classes about monsters, and possessing a power I don’t understand or know the origin of—all made more complicated by a crush on my instructor, Agent Thirteen. I don’t want any of this, but The Agency promises to pay Mama’s medical bills and making sure she’s taken care of always comes first. It’s only been the two of us for years. Becoming a paladin means sacrifice.
8 168Next Life: Awakening
Welcome to Novus! Where the only limit, is that of your imagination! Upon the decimation of the earths surface due to nuclear war. What was left of humanity was forced deep within the Earths crust, far from the deadly radiation. The human life has been reduced to a virtual reality paradise, that is, SO vivid and realistic that it feel as though you are REALLY living! Explore a vast landscape populated with countless species and structures designed by our very own pilots! In Novus, you can find adventure, danger, or even love. So make the best out of your new life in that stasis chamber and try your luck in the world of Novus! Where the only limit is your imagination! Good luck!
8 158New Job (Jensen X Reader)
I finally got the job that I have been dreaming of since I was a child. But I couldn't admit it to my parents because they don't like actors. I was going to auditions in secret, despite the fact that I'm 28. I got the role of a demon who is demon Dean's 'girlfriend' and I have to say that I'm going to enjoy it a lot because the actor that pictures Dean is really good looking. I'm going to be as professional as I can and I hope he does do.
8 450Gamemaster's Adventures in another world
It's your typical "I got transfer to another world by death or some virtual reality game," but this time it's the Gamemaster who gets transferred to another world. Fortunately, he gets to keep his powers. (Think of this like light novel, The New Gate.) - - - - - - Verden Kyler is a gamemaster of a Game Master in a virutal world called Avant-Garde’s Mirror Sky. For unknown reason, he's been transported to another world that appears to be Avant-Garde’s Mirror Sky, but thirty years have passed and the players who once roam the world are considered distance legends. Fortunately, Verden gets to keep his powers as a Game Master only unrestricted now. What shall he do?
8 81Reincarnated with Narrator
Our protagonist died in a war as a mercenary. He know that, being a mercenary, is just a matter of time of him dying in a battlefield. He doesn't regret that. What he regreted is he don't have a family, or love ones who will remember him. But, he will be given a chance to reincarnate in another timeline but with a narrator inside of his head who will narrate his whole life!
8 233Vastmire and the Planet Longan
Seasons have passed, and the countries around the Tamarind Sea have enjoyed the longest stretch of peace they've ever experienced. If you ask anyone, they'll say this was due to the work of Prince Mint, but they won't know the details. Instead, they'll spread tired rumors, peddling lies as if they were truths, immortalizing Mint as something he's not, someone he knows he never was. The knowledge eats away at him. Unable to take it anymore, he's begun writing a journal with the full intent to discuss everything that happened to him all those seasons ago, dispelling his old feelings of being an imposter in his own body. But will people still think he was a hero after reading it? Or will it be dismissed as the work of a liar, a senile old man lost in his own past?
8 175