Large Black Chariot (OUaT Fanfic)The large black chariot was pulled by two large, night black horses. In the chariot was a woman dressed completely in black. She rode up to the two of them. “Who are you?” the princess asked, but she was completely ignored, and the woman walked up to the warrior. The warrior nodded.“Hello Percy.” “Hello Percy, That’s it? No how are you? No nice to see you? Really moonchild-” Mulan cut her off.“What do you want Percy?” she asked impatiently. Percy pulled her away from the princess.“Somebody stole Hades’ invisibility helmet.”“It wasn’t me, so don’t try to pin the blame on me.”“We know it wasn’t you.”“Then why are you here?”“Because we need you to get it back for us.”“Sorry Perc, I’m done doing deeds for the devil.”“Really? Because know we have something we want dearly, and you have something you want dearly, so we cou
Band Practise“Amelia, dear, are you home?” David asked as he let him and a couple of his friends into the house.“I’m in my room!” she called from off somewhere.“Some of my mates are coming over for band practice, just to let you know.” He remembered what had happened last time he had held a band practice without telling his twin, and shuddered.“Okay, I’m just doing homework. It’ll be done in half an hour if you want to see!” she offered.“Ok!” he said happily. One of his friends stopped him.“David, why do you want to see your sister’s homework?” he asked. David laughed.“You’ll see Rick, you’ll see.”**Time skip**There was a knock on the garage door that was barely heard above the noise. David tried to open it, but Amelia was on the other side and wouldn’t let it open more than a crack. “I’m done.” She said. “Give me a few seconds, then you can c
Lucky“Carrie?” Lucas asked quietly, slipping into the nursery. She was standing over the crib, holding Brianna, stroking her soft baby hair with her thumb. “What are you doing?”“Just thinking about how lucky she is.” He came around beside her.“What do you mean?”“I’ll raise her. She’ll grow up believing that one parent is dead, and the other is forbidden to see her.” She turned her eyes over to him. “You’re lucky too, Lucas.”“Am I?” he asked confused. His parents were divorced, and he had hardly ever seen his dad.“In my mind you are. I was born before the rule was put in place. My mom could have come to see me, but she didn’t. Not once. And my dad couldn’t handle it. So one day, when I was ten, he told me he was going to get milk. I haven’t seen him since.”“I’m sorry.”“Don’t be. It wasn’t anyone’s fault real
Hermes' GuestOne day, tired and weary from the day’s work, the messenger god Hermes travelled down a worn dirt road towards a small, uninhabited cottage he knew he could use to rest. Though it was dark, he could make out the outline of something hunched over on the other side of the road. A fire was lit, and the creature turned out to be nothing more than a young girl. He called to her, and she started at his voice, for she had not known he was there. The girl did not recognize him as a god, in fact she seemed not know him at all, but welcomed him all the same. Since she didn’t recognize him, he thought it best not to reveal who he was just yet, and told her his name was Argon. She told him her name was Iceis, and motioned for him to sit by her. Hermes’ stomach rumbled like thunder in the sky. “Iceis, do you by chance have anything to eat?”She looked into a bag by her side. “I have only a small loaf of stale bread, a few apples, and a small gourd of water. It is
Scream in the Night“AHHHHHHHH!!” ‘ahhhh’ is a word we use when someone screams. But ‘ahhhhhhh’ doesn’t even begin to describe the horrible, animalistic, pre modern society sound that bubbled up it the young boys’ throat, bursting out at the climax of his nightmare, causing him to sit bolt upright in bed, cold sweat plastering his night shirt to his skin, and calling his sister into his room. She found him on his bed, curled up, with his blanket around his shoulders, rocking slightly. Her feet were barely a whisper as she crept to the edge of his bed, her green eyes and hair luminescent in the moonlight. Resting on her knees, she took his small hands in one of her own, the other holding his chin so she could see his face, a pale disk unadorned by freckles or blemishes, a shock of black hair on the top, smoldering charcoal eyes, black highlighter lashes, a small nose, and lips the colour of dragon fruit rind.“Another nightmare?” she asked,
GoneI kneel down in the cold wet sand, letting the surf lap my shins. The wind plays and tugs on my hair and grey wrap, which I pull tighter around my shoulders. For the first time since the accident, when the tears come, I don't wipe them away, I let them fall. It's like he's still here. I can still feel his strong arms around me, his chin on my shoulder. I can still taste his lips on mine, salty like the sea. I raise my hand to my lips, and the fantasy is gone. I look around. The waves have become larger, and storm clouds have began to gather in the sky. The wind says his name in my ear, pulling me towards the edge of the cliff. I walk to the edge and look down. The night sky blue waves crash over the rocks below, sea foam lining the tips. And he's there. I can feel his fingers intertwined with mine, hear his voice in my ear. "Be brave." he says. "I miss you.", and, "I love you". I look down again. Closing my eyes, I jump.