《Slaying Monsters for Dummies》2.20 The lowest point
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The apartment is a piece of crap with poor insulation and horrible plastic furniture, but it’s clean, cheap and the paths are clear. The broker’s eyes widen in slight surprise when she tells him it will do but he doesn’t comment. It takes less than ten minutes to empty the rental car of her meager belongings, then the door slams closed.
Home, such as it is.
Seren suspects that she stayed in Ithaca for purely sentimental reasons. Deep inside, she has not lost hope of one day returning to Cornell. Maybe after Chauham finally gets off her case. There is also the fact that there is nowhere else she can go this side of the Pacific. Ah who is she kidding, the truth is that this place has become her home. This is where she met Milo. This is where she met and keeps meeting Yuki. She has her favorite coffee place as well as her favorite waterfall. Now that her future is uncertain, she clings to her usual haunts with that much more intensity.
Seren sits heavily on her bed and winces when her sore arm hits the mattress. The bed’s covers look inviting but what she feels under her hand is coarse and damp. There is no small amount of hypocrisy clinging to the remnants of the past and clamoring for freedom when truly she is taking this risk because she knows that, worst come to worst, Chauham will offer her a job, and if not him, her dad. For a brief instant she considers giving up this joke of a dream, and then her personality reasserts itself. She is trying her best to be free. She sacrificed a lot for this and even though the world has come crashing down around her she will only let go when she has no choice.
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Just a quick nap first, just to test the bed.
No. It’s too early and she’s been sleeping too much recently anyway. It’s time to make some long term plans.
She needs money, and that means getting a job.
She needs to plan for a new career path.
Her eyes roam to the foot of her bed. Ah, to hell with this, there are more pressing things.
Seren opens the sport bag and takes out the sword. She runs her hand on the black scabbard and her fingers brush the handle. It is made of metal circled with some sort of twine and feels good in her hand, almost… Calming.
She draws the blade and immediately everything feels different. The house is still here but the paths jump to the front of her perception, still mercifully clear. The blade is the color of steel with a strange bluish tint.
Why worry about career when the world is inhabited by man eating monsters?
Can she really want to hide from it and work in an office?
Can she really afford to?
More importantly, does she want to?
Seren takes out a cotton cloth and start cleaning the blade mechanically, and she remembers. The fight. The pain. The victory.
The victory.
Nothing has ever come close to this, the feeling of triumph when she had impaled the alpha and known he would die from it. It was not bloodlust, she had not been after pain. Nor had it been revenge. It had been about winning by a breath against such a dominating opponent. For a few seconds Seren had felt a clarity of purpose like nothing she had experienced before. For the first time since Milo’s death she had felt truly alive. It had been liberating, and even now the memory of this moment makes her feel lighter.
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The truesteel blade is sheather back with regret. She may have lost a lot but she also gained something precious: allies.
Time to make a phone call.
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Re:sword
This is practice for descriptive writing. So in the story there going to be long description's about things. ill try not to have to many in one chapter.And is going to be a bit slow but ill try my best to make it interesting. give it a quick read all my chapters are going to be long ones.this story is going to be about a man reincarnation into a sword.i got some inspiration to write about a inanimate object in first person (aka a soul in that item) the FF was called RE:cooking knife
8 139Dead Hunters
BEDLAM The Bureau of Extra-Dimensional Logistics, Affairs and Militancy has a problem. The city of Scorched Sands has long since been a crucible of industrial and corporate advancement, attracting many displaced fae from the recently discovered dimensional plane of Gaia. Protected by laws that prevent humans or demons from harming them, in an ideal world, they would find employment, settle down, and live a fulfilling life on Earth. But this is not an ideal world. Disparaged and disenfranchised, many fae wind up being manipulated by Scorched Sands' unscrupulous corporations and rampant crime families. Many turn to shady activities to supplement their new lives, committing robberies, assaults and murders, knowing full well that the law protects them. So how can BEDLAM combat a people that cannot be harmed by the hands of humans, demons or even other fae? Simple. Form a taskforce of beings too terrible to be considered people. Form the Special Sixth Division. Form a unit of necrophages. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 211The OverGod
Warning: Tagged 18+ for sexual scenes, strong language, gore, and violenceThe Universe Particles or UPs, an unknown particle that appeared on Earth and infected all the living organisms, humans who got infected by this particle started to get sick and eventually they died. The leaders of that time employed thousands of scientists to search for the cure but to no avail. Five years later the cure still hadn’t been found but the number of deaths were increasing with each day, in these five years one billion of lives had been lost.Fearing the worst the Leaders of all countries came together and decided to build Twelve Stations underground where humans could seek shelter. Seven years later, two billions and half lives had been lost but all the stations were safely completed, but there was a problem…it couldn’t fit everyone… The leaders with this problem in hands could do nothing but choose the fittest and the best of the best in their field of work: farmers, doctors, researchers, soldiers, teachers, etc… ------------ ---------600 years later, humans are still underground…..In a white room a boy was tied on a metal chair...he never had a name, since he remembered everyone called him *Test Subject Number 7* at first he didn’t understand, but after some time he understood…He was just a Guinea Pig to these people.-----------x----------Note: English is not my native language, so bear with me please
8 54Marked Soul
The story of a mere commoner the Gods and Goddesses have chosen. That person then went through many trials. The struggle was difficult and life-threatening. In the end, the journey brought change to the world, for better or worse. The legend of a person with unknown origin summoned as a cry of help in time of despair. A sacred mission then given to that person. Attacked and tempted along the way, the person finally completed the mission and the disaster that threatened the world was avoided.The myth that a soul called again after finally finished its worth of life. Blessed with precious memory and skill, they are inspired to bring a better living to the person they hold dear. Through long and dangerous ordeal, they finally managed to not only rescue their loved ones, but also make a legacy in the world.Different stories. Different times. Different people. Different souls. But each and every one of them has at least one thing similar. And that is the fact that their souls are different. Their souls are marked, one way or another.So let's follow one of them. A man that has seen more than his 'eyes' should ever see. Walk his story as he fulfills his duty as the the 'Watcher', the one who will deal with the trouble the other Marked Soul made.*Note: This is a slow pace story. I just want to say that first.
8 182Your Class Teacher
A school where locking students up is mandatory; teenagers who are locked up within this classroom face discrimination from society; a school where treating students cruelly is increasingly prevalent. Being treated like an object is just so unjust. But isn't it true that the school where these pupils are distinguished is also the institution where they are feared? Nowadays, teens are preoccupied with making plans for their future. They began amassing information for their respective occupations in order to flourish in life. However, there are some teenagers nowadays who are not fond of this type of behavior. These teenagers are more focused on doing something illegal that no normal human could ever do; illegal trading, robbery, gambling, gang management, and others; they are busy living their lives to the fullest through the use of cruelty—- the best example of this being the students who are all gathered up in one classroom. Not until--- A new transferred teacher, who's willing to change the students for good, has been consigned to this class. Mr. Travis Mortal, a charming, brilliant, and well-mannered instructor, should educate these students of his own volition. And, in order to break away from this unjust system, the students had no idea what's the real deal of this teacher. As they all go through their journey as one, Mr. Travis faced some consequences related to his past. But for him, the students are his first priority. Will the students cause even more mayhem towards the end of the school year? Will they continue to be the same? Or will they grow and urge themselves to be on the side of peace? [CONTENT WARNING]This novel discusses sensitive subjects, concerns, and acts. Parental supervision is recommended. - UPDATES every 1st and 3rd week of the month
8 388More than Friends (Dipcifica)
Its a dipcifica story.
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