《The Dark Apprentice: a teen titans fanfiction》Friend or Foe?
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I quickly backed away from the muscular man, but was careful not to leave the alley, should the others still be out there.
"Who are you?" I asked in my monotone voice.
"You may call me Slade" the masked man replied, taking a step forward. I stepped back again, maintaining a fair distance from him.
"What do you want?" I glanced behind him and saw nothing but bricks. "How did you get behind me?" I narrowed my eyes at the figure as I spoke. I heard him chuckle.
"I jumped of course" I could hear the amusement in his tone and it irritated me.
Calm down! Emotions are forbidden, remember? I thought.
"you jumped over me?" I said, keeping a childish hint in my voice. Again, much to my displeasure, he chuckled.
"No. I jumped down from there" he pointed upwards, to a metal fire escape that cut off on the 3rd story of the building. I rolled my violet eyes.
"That makes so much sense" I said sarcastically. This time, there was no infuriating chuckle. When I looked in the direction he was, I saw nothing but wall.
"You really shouldnt take your eyes off of a strange man in an alley." a voice said behind me. I gasped and turned sharply just in time to see his hand grab my throat. "You might regret it" he whispered.
I growled at him as I felt his grip tighten on my throat choking me, before releasing completely. I hunched over and gasped, trying to regain the much needed air.
When I looked up, again, he had dissapeared. I pushed myself to my feet and leaned against the wall as I caught my breath. Though my eyes kept darting back and forth, watching for a sign of the man, but saw nothing.
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I sighed after 5 minutes of nothing, and left the alley, walking quickly. I suddenly remembered how hungry I am and walked to a gas station. I saw it was dark inside, but I was too hungry to care.
I glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and lifted my hand. Pointing my palm to the door, I whispered
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" and heard the click of the lock. I pushed the door open and looked at the rows of food. I grabbed some chips, Dr. Pepper, candy bars, and other things. As much as I could carry.
I ran out of the store and into the park, looking for somewhere to sit. I decided to sit under a large oak tree. Sure, there were benched and tables, but they were too.. revealing for my tastes. I leaned against the bark as I ate, my eyes constantly watching for signs of a pursuer.
After I finished, I slowly closed my eyes, pulling my hood farther up and fell asleep. I never noticed the dark figure in the branches above me, nor did I notice when he dropped a card next to me. I did, however, notice the next morning.
I woke up to the bright sunlight, thankful I had my hood to shield me from the blinding rays, and saw a black and orange card on the ground next to me. On it, I read "I said we needed to talk. Meet me at the tree you slept under tomorrow at midnight. -slade" I growled, annoyed at myself for letting him catch me sleeping, but more annoyed that he had stalked me. I re-read the card, and muttered to myself "hope youre ready to fight Slade. cause youve officially pissed me off."
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Tentatively Slime
In a land born straight out of fantasy, where endless plains of flowers paint a rainbow canvas across the land, and winged behemoths make their homes in lakes of cold fire. Beings capable of crushing mountains with their monstrous might, creatures that breathe fire and magic and death all at once. In this land, our story begins. Hello dear readers. Long have I been a voracious book gobbler and tonight I thought I'd try my hand. However I crave acknowledgement so please leave a review, all criticism is welcome. If my meagre offerings are accepted by the book gods, (and to a lesser extent, this community) I shall endeavor to persevere with my writing, though this was done on a whim. Probably will be edited at some point, perhaps blue box chan will make an appearance. Typos are likely, please point them out if you see any. And now that you have been captivated by my enchanting synopsis, please enjoy.
8 161Re: Draugr (Dropped)
Aevan was a normal undergraduate student, until the day he awoke wrapped in linoleum. He escapes his binds, only to find he’s no longer human. In fact, he’s not even alive… This is the story of Aevan the draugr as he struggles to adapt and err..."unlive" in the classiest fantasy multiverse: Wonderland. [Dropped. Lost all interest for it. Like I said, don't expect much. Hard work betrays none but dreams betray all. Thanks for reading it.]
8 134Four story anthology
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] [participant in #NaNoWriMo] Preface: This fiction will contain four different stories set up as a challenge for myself and to get better at writing. The challenge for royal road writathon is a 55.555 word goal while the nanowrimo challenge is 50.000 words. Reader suggestions is turned on, feel free to point out errors I missed and I'll fix them up! Chasing sun, napping softly: Cultivation/Xianxia genre. Some parts will poke at the ridiculousness of the Xianxia gerne. We follow the life of a magical fox monster, who doesn't like how the cultivation world works. Said beast seems to have more knowledge than is usual for normal magical beasts. In it's infinite wisdom it decided to search for the main character of the cultivation world to have a cozy and safe place beside him. Our fox will act as a "wise beast" to coast along on the main characters rise to greatness, all for peace, happiness and that amazing napping spot in the sun. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing in first person. Comedic effect between talking vaguely and sounding wise. The cost of heroism: A story more centered around fights and mental health of hired mercenaries/heroes. The world is infected with an eldritch corruption. Humans are trying their best to explore and clear out wilderness and the dungeons hiding in them to establish new cities. Lords seek for hired hands to do the professional work. Thanks to the setting, the story will show how awful pasts are the norm and how pragmatic people became thanks to that. People exchange their sanity for riches, fame and gods acceptance. Interpersonal relationships change drastically and quickly. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing grim scenes/imparting a feeling of how grim the world is. Writing fight scenes. Showing different mental states. Describing their influence on people during fights, walks or even after successful or failed campaigns. Who will be the next powerhouse? : A story about a gaming show, it's host Staan and the different participants. Stereotype characters, stereotype backstories, silly challenges and quizzes. The winner of those challenges gets powerups for their power system. Be it magic, ki, psychic power or anything else imaginable and unimaginable to reach the power of gods. The challenges for myself with this story: A softer tone for storytelling. Making the reader smile and enjoy themselves. A different try at slice of life story. I was left behind on earth as my family conquered another world and enjoys riches, but that's okey because I got a cheat too! : Stereotypical Isekai story parody twisted into an Urban Fantasy story. The challenges for myself with this story: Writing over the top and overdramatic scenarios/scenes Writing in first person. Walking into stereotypical scenarios and making them more dramatic/giving them a twist. Different type of humor.
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