This is the evolution of a new superhero. Brandon Boyd is a paraplegic who has given up on life. The girl he's always loved barely notices him, at work he is treated like a helpless child, and his family has all but disowned him. When his suicide attempt fails, Brandon discovers something about himself that could change the world. Brandon is Nauticus.
A Glimpse Into My Life, Through My Eyes.
Amelia James is a hydromorph. A person with the abllity to control and manipulate water and other liquids. Not only that, but she can sense other peoples feelings and emotions, and when their emotions are strong enough, hear their thoughts. She just doesn't know what she is yet.
The circle have survived wars againt kings and wars against themselves and now it's time for them to bring us together as a race. A new member is born and the final lord is about to fall bringing the devil up to face his father.
Loyalty, Love, Blood. A steady peace has been reached between the fractions of London's supernatural underworld. The model has been replicated across the globe and the word-the non-human one perhaps-is drifting towards peace. Sine is perfectly happy with this. Sure, she likes her bloodshed as much as anyone else but she is certainly glad to be rid of that dagger hanging over her. One fateful day, however, she recieves news that ruins this perfect contentment. With a quick detour into the darker side of witchcraft and a little bit of sacrifice she figures all that is fixed. Of course it isn't that easy. A new danger looms overhead, threatening to destroy everything she has worked for. The veil between the living and the dead is growing thinner and a war is brewing beneath the surface. The threat just happens to be a lot closer to home than anyone expected. ***************** Cover made by Jewlez on wattpad.
Nothing was ever normal in 17-year-old Rose's life. She swore things would be different this year, her senior year. No more alienation. No more bullying. No more living a life of a teenage outcast. Her hopes are soon dashed when things take a turn for the worse. What was supposed to be a normal day in math class becomes a nightmare filled with bloodshed. The electricity's out in the school. Cell phones won't work. And there's something that's tearing people to shreds, leaving minimum remains. Certain people are changing. Animals are evolving.
This is a short satire about politically correctness and its consequences if taken to extremes. An immigrant view of American society and some of the things the author had to deal with during his acculturation process in America. The author experiences a dream where he sees the consequences and absurdity of some situations in America if they were taken seriously by a social organization or the government. His reaction and his thought about what happens around him are the main focus of the story.
I live to remember or very well forget? Our lips speak many languages. My mind felt a thousand kisses but my body holds time of sacredness out lives many special loves. My lips are in your photographs & my fingers urge to scratch I cannot forget you knowing how my mind works but a part of me forgets myself it’s like an enigma gosh no mouths to complete only sometimes regrets. I love u: ♥ She replies: there are so many different meanings of love Can you challenge your heart with mine? Life is a challenge our mouth hold the warmth to eyes of our soul. We will get our even exchange Don’t worry about revenge? I have other things my lips may secretly whisper and blow your name how the hell did men survive when her power lips control all of them. Do you feel her locket how she excites you swift smooth talker Sherlocked in his web a private eye for the perfect diamond: but not so perfect Dr, Dreamy how he designed her lip Or do we exchange ourselves for a thrust of desires.Dark stock exchange instead of diamonds all lips in the case 50 million shades darker than any lip sipping your coffee you never know when love can change? Your lips were waiting for someone's hand to take it out of that case how he thinks he is so cool with his cigarette smoking strawberry on my lips. I -phone did I hear a ring one last call before I die became a weapon one chosen fruit game of pursuit or did he switch to raw sugar tomorrow.Express myself through my lips they were bleeding how can I ever live through drill sergeant wicked world starting tomorrow.But things unarmored but poise such eloquently hands, His went off the wall bittersweet takes over.Shit happens it’s a cruel dark world.We have no clue or the next killer idea to deal with these lip monsters desperately seeking every color of the rainbows how they live inside us. We all have mouths to feed please god show me some mercy with some of them it was a macho image moral but she couldn't stop her physical reaction towards him.Each week he took all these desirable lips up in his dark tower.This psychic energy was strong reading someone's mind was the easy part. But feeling inside someone's lips he had to travel all around the world to seek and find the right ones with his knife on the side.The phone rang all lips went to attention.
This short story is a fictional piece that hopes to incite many questions within the reader. It is more or less a commentary on the topic of Capital Punishment and is up for interpretation. The narrator begins by presenting us a question, and that is should he spare him. There are a multitude of ways one may interpret this story, and what is being stated, as the narrator presents his own views with the situation at hand. I hope you enjoy this short story, and hopefully it does its purpose well, and has you asking questions on the topic. This story can be read literally or could be thought of more as a symbol to some other overarching idea.