《Make it Stop [PJO Mortal AU]》Chapter 2
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Semidio High, Gym
The black-haired boy with the sea-green eyes smiled. Swimming, his favorite sport and pastime. Not that he actually had extra time, with Gabe... Stop, he chided himself, not now. He couldn't let that... inhuman thing... ruin his favorite part of the day.
He dove in the water, his strokes smooth and connected, as he streaked through the water like a professional swimmer. All his classmates stared, unbelieving, as the awkward, shy boy from class became one with the water.
The grey-eyed girl sighed, sitting on the pool's rim. She wanted to go swimming and participate, but Helen, aka worst stepmother ever, wrote a note to the gym teacher excusing her from every activity. "My little Annabeth is so smart, so very smart, but she absolutely cannot participate in gym-it must wear her out so, the poor dear," Helen had said, sickly sweet. Coach Hedge, the gym teacher, remained oblivious to all of her pleads, even when she ran a full mile without stopping in record time.
"Your stepmother knows you better than I do, cupcake. Sorry, no can do," he would always say, in his normal gruff voice. And she always knew that her chance that day was over. Turning her back on the pool, Annabeth Chase walked away, heading for the library.
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8 185The Better Side Of Evil
The last surviving son of House Rotwald is on the run. Chased by his enemies into the heart of a long forgotten wasteland, he is forded to traverse an unholy place of power. With the pursuers hot on his heels, can Victorian find shelter in the realm of the living dead? Or will he become just another walking corpse, doomed to wonder the land for all eternity? Everything that he believed in, everything that he held sacred – gods, kings and their laws – has already betrayed him. With nothing left to lose could the young paladin be persuaded to accept a new master? Could he bargain away his life to a dark power in exchange for vengeance? And what would he be required to do in return? The Kingdom of Leidemar is on the verge of ruin. Rival powers seek to divide it, but there is an opportunity for a new ruler to arise from within its own nobility. And even a lowly nobleman, if positioned correctly, could end up a king. Someone with the right allies, perhaps? Or maybe cruel allies would suffice? But for now the last surviving son of House Rotwald is on the run. *This story is as much about the monsters as it is about the people facing them. Some become allies while others become wet stains on the floor. I firmly believe that villains can make for some of the most endearing characters. Monsters need not be sour and droll. Have a bit of fun - indulge in a bit of villainy. Enjoy the gray morality and colorful cast of this story! *I have a Discord server now: https://discord.gg/4phDRU2 **Artwork by Shane Pierre: https://007access.deviantart.com/ ***I am not a native English speaker, so feel free to help me improve my use of the language!
8 114Void Hopper
The Progenitors are long gone, but their technology and culture live on. Trillions of beings from hundreds of species speak the Progenitor language, eat Progenitor foods, and use Progenitor technology. The backbone of this society are Hoppers - smugglers who transport goods through the dangerous dimension of the Void. The crew of the Discordant Note is on another routine job when they come across a member of a species nobody has ever seen before - a human. He has no memory of his past, his culture, or of the world he came from. What does he remember? He knows how to operate a multitool, fire a blaster, and how to kill a Sarcorian with his bare hands. Now, the crew and their newest member must steal a powerful ancient artifact, evade the clutches of the powerful Encephalon corporation, and discover the truth about the Progenitors.
8 168Odditorium
Creativity is power. Creation is power. Arax is empty, he has no personal attribute and his parents have left him out in the dark. By day he suffers through a mid-level university trying to convert people into Masters but it's given him no luck, nothing will stick. His only momentary joy is the games of Harshings that he plays every night with the members of the Armament Club, ten of the highest level Harshings players of all-time, Arax is the only one under three-hundred years old. Anyways, after a harsh game of Harshings (pun intended) one of the members of the club contacts him with a solution to his emptiness problem, Mimir's Well. Anyways, this story is about God's and creativity and bonkers off the wall (expletive) and rituals and God's and sex jokes. I probably got inspired by like all of the mythos stories that have been popping up on here. It's in a VERY rough form because I've just been getting back into writing. I've written like fifty thousand words already so I guess have fun.
8 161Even in the afterlife, I still hate mondays ...
Had you asked me if I believed in life after death while I was alive, I would have said no.At the time, I believed that there was simply nothing after death. That the electric activity of your brain stopped, and with it, all that could be called ‘you’ would go *poof* and disappear.As it turns out, I was wrong and the various realm of the afterlife would soon tell the punny legends of I, Cyndric, the eco-friendly bedside lamp !
8 132Life's a Lich: Who Said Undeath Was Fun?
The shadow of death looms over us all, but some choose to make it an adventure. June Allen is an avid player of a hit new MMO, too much of an avid fan, in fact. One could say she's addicted to the slow and steady grind of leveling, crafting and slaying monsters. But things are not as rosy as they might seem to this blissfully unaware RPG fan. So when a mysterious force decides to intervene, she's hoping for great things. She doesn't really know what to expect, only that there's about to be a big change. That change is simple, she's going to die. Reincarnated in the game she once loved, she has a choice between eternal servitude and suffering, or a new path. What choices will she make and where will they lead her? June could be consumed by lust for power and freedom, or be destroyed by the influences pushing and pulling her. Will she be able to overcome the forces that control her new life?
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