ON THE IMMORTALITY OF A MAN GOD by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
ON THE IMMORTALITY OF A MAN GOD
The following is many stories told by the people of Marobon Fell on the ascension of Sarobur and has been blessed by the God-King.
Sarobur was born into a warlord tribe in days long before the unification of Marobon Fell. In this time he showed prowess in guile and martial warfare. He trained his wits and body day and night. A curious child, Sarobur grew especially interested in the planes of the Daemons. By fifteen he was able to conjure into the planes. One day, he appealed to Frthringa, the Daemonic Lord of conquest. Sarobur was just a young man when he encountered Frthringa.
"I am Frthringa, lord of conquest, scourge of the weak, blesse
These.... Are the Cries of the Carrots by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
These.... Are the Cries of the Carrots
Stop. Just... just shut up. Shut up for one minute. Then and only then you can hear it. The sound is faint, but it's there. Right there. There in the stew. No, it's not the boiling and bubbling. It's the screaming. Can't you hear it? The horrible, agonizing screams? Do you know what it is? It's the cries of the carrots. For them, this is genocide. They cry out in pain but we ignore them. We mercilessly murder them and all of their kin. Murder and eat them. Alive or dead. We feel nothing for them. If they were to scream louder we would be able to recognize that vegetarianism is murder. But now their mouths are sealed. And the cries of the carr
Another Night Left Lying Wet on the Curb by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
Another Night Left Lying Wet on the Curb
Heh. That bastard sure gave me a run for my money. Leaving me bleeding outside the bar and walking away like he's some rat bastard supreme. Makes me sick. Could see it - smell it - on him the moment he walked in. Glad I got to pound his face in a couple of times. He won't be such a prissy pompous little pussy pretty boy when he gets home, that's for sure.
No Frank, I don't need you to help me up again. Even completely wasted I can handle this alone. Frank. Big tough muscle for the bar. No insecurities there, nope. It was only obvious how intimate he and I would become. My need for a drunken brawl, his job to keep customers in line. Doesn't m
ON THE IMMORTALITY OF A MAN GOD by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
ON THE IMMORTALITY OF A MAN GOD
The following is many stories told by the people of Marobon Fell on the ascension of Sarobur and has been blessed by the God-King.
Sarobur was born into a warlord tribe in days long before the unification of Marobon Fell. In this time he showed prowess in guile and martial warfare. He trained his wits and body day and night. A curious child, Sarobur grew especially interested in the planes of the Daemons. By fifteen he was able to conjure into the planes. One day, he appealed to Frthringa, the Daemonic Lord of conquest. Sarobur was just a young man when he encountered Frthringa.
"I am Frthringa, lord of conquest, scourge of the weak, blesse
These.... Are the Cries of the Carrots by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
These.... Are the Cries of the Carrots
Stop. Just... just shut up. Shut up for one minute. Then and only then you can hear it. The sound is faint, but it's there. Right there. There in the stew. No, it's not the boiling and bubbling. It's the screaming. Can't you hear it? The horrible, agonizing screams? Do you know what it is? It's the cries of the carrots. For them, this is genocide. They cry out in pain but we ignore them. We mercilessly murder them and all of their kin. Murder and eat them. Alive or dead. We feel nothing for them. If they were to scream louder we would be able to recognize that vegetarianism is murder. But now their mouths are sealed. And the cries of the carr
Another Night Left Lying Wet on the Curb by TonberryCrunch, literature
Literature
Another Night Left Lying Wet on the Curb
Heh. That bastard sure gave me a run for my money. Leaving me bleeding outside the bar and walking away like he's some rat bastard supreme. Makes me sick. Could see it - smell it - on him the moment he walked in. Glad I got to pound his face in a couple of times. He won't be such a prissy pompous little pussy pretty boy when he gets home, that's for sure.
No Frank, I don't need you to help me up again. Even completely wasted I can handle this alone. Frank. Big tough muscle for the bar. No insecurities there, nope. It was only obvious how intimate he and I would become. My need for a drunken brawl, his job to keep customers in line. Doesn't m
A tempest before the thunder's calm, I carve others' path, finding they are not able.
A flame must burn bright, lest it never burn again. Ever should I falter, death entails.
My name is Standardbearer - governance, my solitary domain, begets fable.
Strength unerring, unlike others prior, gives me drive. Revolution will never fail.
Those ahead of me, lacking in drive, fell when confronted. I shall make no such mistake.
Their weakness, my strength of will; conviction through all things. Never shall another suffer.
Fish-Folk revisted by ThePoeticPaladin, literature
Literature
Fish-Folk revisted
Fish-FolkAs I enter the building, the image that strikes me first is the silhouette of her body. A sharp contrast between light and dark, cutting a line through the brightness.
"Witch."
There is no room in me for politeness, much though I know it would be to my benefit. Her posture tells me that she is not insulted.
I have trouble imagining something I could say that would insult her.
"Man."
She gestures to the side, and we sit.
A minute passes.
Followed by another minute.
We wait in silence for the other to speak, each knowing already what the other wants.
I want information.
So does she.
I need hers to assuage my conscience.
She
"There's... there's this way that you sometimes stand and... it's usually when there's really odd lighting and... well and most of the time it's from really far above you-- but, when you stand that way, I think you are so beautiful that it... hurts," I said, aloud. My mind was racing, I'd only ever thought things like this-- I'd never put it to words. She didn't say anything in response.
"I don't, uh, I don't know how to say this. I've always thought you were such a beautiful person, but being in a relationship has never really seemed the thing that I could be the best at with you, but I- I always wanted to be in one, it just n
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