Sea and Starshine"Well now...aren't you just full of surprises?" Maya's flippant remark could not disguise her irritation or apprehension at Paul's sudden transformation.Sea and Starshine by SeldinTaase
Paul seemed frozen in time as he stared at Maya - not knowing if she was addressing him or the creature within. It was then that Paul realized that Maya might never have been been speaking to him. †In his own self-righteousness he never considered that whatever these things were they may place no more significance upon humans than humans would a slug or an amoeba.
His senses dull and feeble - smothered by exhaustion and the remnants of the Proxitol - Paul could feel Tal'Shen pressing into his consciousness.
If We Are To Survive We Must Work Together.
Paul had not the faculty nor the motivation to resist.
"What can I do?"
The Mind And The Body Are One But Your Mind And Body Are No Longer Aligned. You Cannot Control What You Are Becoming.
Paul's mind lost all distinction between truth and deception. Tal'Shen's prese
Fight or FlightAfternoon faded into evening and Lysanna cursed herself as mirror shards carved glyphs into her sick-pink flesh. Iridescent black fluid oozed from her wounds and cast a glimmer like starlight into the room's darkness.Fight or Flight by SeldinTaase
That bastard and his lonely little war. she thought.
If he hadn't disrupted the parturition none of this would be necessary.
Lysanna wanted revenge against that harrowed fool but there was no time; survival of the Scion was all that mattered. Her life now forfeit; a sacrifice for the childe. She would inflict her wrath upon her sister - punishment for a millennia of diaspora and her betrayal - before joining the others in their exile...
...but not in their failure.
Paul's senses sharpened. The nausea subsided as the fog behind his eyes began to clear. Time and place were lost to him. The van was gone - smells of oil and metal replaced by damp and earth - the glow of the fading sun cast eerie shadows through the room's broken window.
Lament of The ExilesWe have heard with our ears,Lament of The Exiles by SeldinTaase
our mothers have told us,
of deeds performed in their days,
in the days of old:
the destruction of nations,
people afflicted by plague.
they lived through the chaos;
but not by their sword were they saved.
Hands from the heavens,
and the lights from the sky,
delivered them into their ruin.
We push down our fears;
tread round those who would rise up against us,
to stand resolute in despair.
but still they rejected us;
still they disgraced us,
and would not travel on with our tribe.
we turn back from our foes,
and those who hate us have shunned us
we are nothing but sheep for the slaughter
We are scattered among remnants,
of nations destroyed
the taunt of our neighbors we are.
the derision and scorn of those around us.
a byword among Wardens
and a mockery among the peoples.
Everyday our disgrace is before us,
and shame has covered our faces
at the sound of the taunter and reviler,
at the sight of the enemy and avenger.
All this has come upon us,
ConvergencePaul hid behind the darkness of his eyelids summoning the courage and strength to open them. The pain in his head was clearing but he watched the room spin as the churning in his stomach made him retch.Convergence by SeldinTaase
"Good to see you awake."
The voice snapped Paul from his delirium and he pushed himself to sitting. A frightfully well-dressed man sat in a large leather chair near the foot of the bed.
"Who the fuck are you? Paul demanded.
"I'm Doctor Bailey." he said.
Paul fought back the urge to vomit as he scratched at the IV needle taped to his arm.
"Where am I? How long have I been here?"
"It's rather...complicated." Bailey replied. "You collapsed on the pavement in front of your hotel. You were taken to hospital and we've been looking after you."
Paul didn't like the doctor's hesitation. There was a malevolence in Bailey's voice that kept Paul's heart and mind racing.
"A little over a fortnight."
Paul was on the verge of panic. He wanted to scream - to RUN<
Odyssey II with Clive BarkerFAQOdyssey II with Clive Barker by techgnotic
Collaborate, Publish, Write & Illustrate
CliveBarker starts us off with the Prologue for Odyssey II and selects the submissions for the final books. The ultimate creative challenge to produce the ultimate deviantART book.
All Guided with the Spectral Hand of Clive Barker.
Every Friday Lit submissions for the current chapter close - Chosen chapter revealed
I am an ardent atheist, secular humanist, unapologetic gamer geek, professional misanthrope and hipster-hater, a proponent of total dystopian global collapse, and a dedicated DEVOtee to the FIVE NOBLE PRECEPTS v2.0|
1. Wear gaudy colors or avoid display
2. Lay a million eggs or give birth to one
3. The littlest shall survive & the unfit may live
4. Be like your ancestors or be different
5. We must repeat
I like to think of myself as, what William S. Burroughs called, a Johnson.
I'm also a "Reader". I have finally stepped out of my intellectual closet; there, I've said it I feel better.