The Ocean's Ballad (Act 3) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 3)
The next day, Bryce woke up bright and early. Though he tried, he hardly slept at all. Cromley’s proposal from yesterday still weighed on the prince’s mind. I wonder what Cromley wants to give me. Maybe it has to do with what that story Cyn and I heard yesterday—the one about the mermaid. The prince’s thoughts were interrupted by a low rumble that seemed to come from outside. Looking toward the window, he noticed the gray skies and the familiar sound of thunder. “Aww, man; it looks like Cromley’s surprise will have to wait till the weather clears up.” A sudden knock at the door startled Bryce. “Yes, who is it?” “It’s me,” Queen Regina called, “may I come in?” Bryce was genuinely surprised to have his mother turn up at his door. “No problem at all.” Regina entered the room, still wearing a modest black and purple nightdress. “May I sit?” Bryce nodded, patting the spot beside him, to which Regina happily obliged. “What brings you here, Mother? You usually send Claudius if you
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 2) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 2)
The next morning, the sun rose high over the Kingdom of Geneva. While most of the merchants and townspeople were already preparing for the day, inside the castle walls, the prince felt less than enthusiastic. Bryce’s personal attendant, Claudius, came up to his bedroom door. “Good morning, your Highness. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. You should hurry if you do not wish to be late for your lessons.” The prince shuffled under his blanket. “Maybe if I don’t answer him, he’ll go away.” However, the manservant was not easily fooled. Over time, the knocks got louder and Claudius’s voice grew more desperate. “Come on now, dear prince. Your parents would not be pleased if you were shirking your responsibilities. Remember your father’s words.” “God, you are annoying!” Bryce growled. He got up out of bed, and prepared to get himself dressed. Within a few minutes, Bryce was at the dining hall. Cyndia was there as well, already eating some waffles and eggs. “Well, well, look
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 1) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 1)
The tale first began in a land known as Geneva. The sun rose over a tall white castle, bathing everything in a warm glow. A groan bellowed from the bed. Someone's hand covered their eyes in a vain attempt to block out the light. "Your Majesty, are you awake?" A wispy voice called, "You don't intend to sleep all day, do you? We are supposed to be meeting the suitress and her family soon!" The twenty-year-old prince sat up, brushing his black bedhead full of hair. His green eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the sunlight. "Yes, Claudius, I know that!" The old servant drummed his fingers in the crook of his arm, where his white shirt collected most of the wrinkles. He then brushed his purple vest, polishing the crest of his master's house. After a few moments, the man known as Bryce, emerged from his room holding a bathrobe and towel over his shoulders. He glared at the servant on his way to the bathroom. However, when Bryce came up to the bathroom, he found a do not disturb
The sun rose early Monday morning. An alarm rang loudly on the nightstand as the dawn’s light brightened the room. Irritated by the repetitive siren, a young man slammed his fist on the button, silencing it. “Damn it all!” he groaned. To make matters worse, several raps on the door followed shortly after. “Hey, Sammy!” A shrill voice called, “You gonna sleep in there all day? Sammy!” Sammy sat up in bed, his long bangs making it tough to see. “Alright, alright, Emily, I’m getting up! Enough with the knocking!” He threw off his blanket and got on his slippers before making his way to the door. A young brunette leaned against the wall, pulling her foot up to her backside. “I would have let you sleep in, but you know how Iris is when you keep her waiting.” Sammy slapped his forehead with the palm of his head. “Oh, no! Please, tell me you did not let her in.” “Nope, but she called about a minute ago,” Emily said, “She’s waiting for you at the gym right now. ‘Make sure he gets his butt
My alarm clock rang at the usual time. Most times, I’d try to ignore it. Unfortunately, the sun rose in through my window and blinded me. “Ugh, damn it all!” I slammed my hand on the square button and sat up. “I thought I closed those blinds.” A loud knock on the door startled me. “Morning, sleepyhead!” a shrill voice shouted. “You’re not going to sleep all day, do you?” The door opened, and this somewhat stocky man with short silvery hair and unfitting facial hair on his face walked in. “Ugh, Allen. How many times do I have to tell you to keep to your own side of the dorm?” I said, stretching. “Yeah, well, too bad, Tommy-boy. Someone has to keep you functioning.” Everyone, meet my roommate, Allen. Yes, it’s one of those guys. If you looked up a picture of a “flamboyant guy” on the internet, you’d see this guy. Colored hair, overly nerdy, he’s even gay like you’d expect. Somehow, we got saddled together when I got here Freshman Year, and
The air grows cold, Gray begins to engulf the rays of the sun, Until finally, white puffs descend from the sky. School closes, Work is halted, Young eyes bug out with excitement, As the ground is covered in a blanket of Nature’s Soft Serve. “Bundle Up!” is the parents’ choice words for this occasion. The Winter Air nips at the older adult’s bones. In their case, it constricts the blood, chills the bone, It blackens all our limbs and extremities. The children are lucky. Most can handle it for a few minutes, Maybe even half an hour before their fingers locked up, Clenching their little snowballs. However, some of us just prefer to stay indoors, Listening to the weathermen and women on the news, Droning on about the severity of said snowfall. Funnily enough, I think of the days of my youth, When my family and I would gather in front of the TV, Eyes glued to the screen, Waiting for the name of our respective school district To appear at the bottom of the “Schools Closed”
Don’t forget, no matter who you are, you’ll always matter to someone. Twenty years ago, when I was a child, my mother relayed those words to me. I remember them making me smile like a goofball back then. Why she worded her sentence that way, I can only speculate. “Hey, Conner,” said Ms. Tabitha, who was sweeping off her front porch. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and every time she saw me, she’d give me a big smile. There she goes, always starting the conversation with that same old line. “Hey there, looking lovely as ever.” The late-thirty-something broke into her usual, bashful giggle. “Oh, stop it, you.” I don’t know what it was, but I loved seeing her laugh. Despite her being nearly ten years my senior, something about her countenance reminded me of my mother. “So,” she continued, “are you going off to work today?” “Yeah,” I replied, “got a lot of people to meet, packages to deliver.” “Well, make sure you do a good
It has only been a few hours since the horrible tragedy that befell my hometown. My wife, son, and friends are all dead—killed by an army of demons in a single night. I feel like I can’t do anything now except sit here and brood. I am possibly one of the only humans still left from that area. Hell, I may be one of the only humans still alive, period. Well, aside from my coworker, Millie, who’s staring at the now white moon. “I’m pretty sure those creatures are gone, now that Luna Obitūs is over,” she said. Her words don’t reach me; they only sound like white noise. I feel a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Hey, come on,” Millie says, “I know things are hard right now, but we shouldn’t give up hope, should we?” I don’t know how to answer her. Should I say “right” or “wrong”? At this point, I am not sure. “Why?” That is the one question that comes to my mind. After that, the question “How?” also follows. Millie sighs. “The reason, I guess
Silence is Golden: The Quest for Silens's Eye by Satoru123, literature
Literature
Silence is Golden: The Quest for Silens's Eye
October 21, 1951. “Come on, Cal!” a pudgy old man yelled, following a younger man. “Enough is enough! Why don’t we get out of here?” The younger man, Cal, looked back at the old codger with a cocky smirk. The two men approached a large stone slab situated below a humungous cliffside. “Come on, Enzo,” he responded. “you’re not going to leave your poor tourist to fend for himself, are you?” “Cal, I told you that we are dancing with forces out of our control.” “Mate, I’ve been chasing treasure since I was barely 18, and there hasn’t been any treasure I haven’t been able to abscond with.” Cal turned, pointing a miniature camera in Enzo’s direction. “Now, why don’t you tell our lovely audience at home what we are after again?” “Cal!” Enzo snapped. “I’m telling you, this is a terrible idea. Turn back now before—” The old man froze as the treasure hunter pointed a small pistol at him, just outside the camera’s view. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how much is riding on this, mate,” Cal
Run! Run! Keep running; don’t let up for even a second, or they will catch you. Those were the thoughts running through my mind as my adrenaline pushed me on. Don’t look back; keep facing forward! “Dad!” someone shrieks from behind. I turn, seeing my son on the ground. He must’ve tripped. The mob of shapeless ghouls swoops down upon him like vultures. “Tommy!” No time to think; I have to save my boy! I already used up my gun’s ammo. I remember, however, that I still have my umbrella. Rushing the creatures, I swing at them relentlessly. A few are struck and fall over. I can only hope my son can still be saved. Some of the creatures fall back. My son lies there motionless—the color drained from his face. Tommy rises, looking at me with a crooked, unnatural smile. “Food” is the only word he utters. The boy that used to be my son lunges at me. I knock him aside with the umbrella and make a break for freedom. Where? Where did these strange creatures come from?
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 3) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 3)
The next day, Bryce woke up bright and early. Though he tried, he hardly slept at all. Cromley’s proposal from yesterday still weighed on the prince’s mind. I wonder what Cromley wants to give me. Maybe it has to do with what that story Cyn and I heard yesterday—the one about the mermaid. The prince’s thoughts were interrupted by a low rumble that seemed to come from outside. Looking toward the window, he noticed the gray skies and the familiar sound of thunder. “Aww, man; it looks like Cromley’s surprise will have to wait till the weather clears up.” A sudden knock at the door startled Bryce. “Yes, who is it?” “It’s me,” Queen Regina called, “may I come in?” Bryce was genuinely surprised to have his mother turn up at his door. “No problem at all.” Regina entered the room, still wearing a modest black and purple nightdress. “May I sit?” Bryce nodded, patting the spot beside him, to which Regina happily obliged. “What brings you here, Mother? You usually send Claudius if you
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 2) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 2)
The next morning, the sun rose high over the Kingdom of Geneva. While most of the merchants and townspeople were already preparing for the day, inside the castle walls, the prince felt less than enthusiastic. Bryce’s personal attendant, Claudius, came up to his bedroom door. “Good morning, your Highness. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. You should hurry if you do not wish to be late for your lessons.” The prince shuffled under his blanket. “Maybe if I don’t answer him, he’ll go away.” However, the manservant was not easily fooled. Over time, the knocks got louder and Claudius’s voice grew more desperate. “Come on now, dear prince. Your parents would not be pleased if you were shirking your responsibilities. Remember your father’s words.” “God, you are annoying!” Bryce growled. He got up out of bed, and prepared to get himself dressed. Within a few minutes, Bryce was at the dining hall. Cyndia was there as well, already eating some waffles and eggs. “Well, well, look
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 1) by Satoru123, literature
Literature
The Ocean's Ballad (Act 1)
The tale first began in a land known as Geneva. The sun rose over a tall white castle, bathing everything in a warm glow. A groan bellowed from the bed. Someone's hand covered their eyes in a vain attempt to block out the light. "Your Majesty, are you awake?" A wispy voice called, "You don't intend to sleep all day, do you? We are supposed to be meeting the suitress and her family soon!" The twenty-year-old prince sat up, brushing his black bedhead full of hair. His green eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the sunlight. "Yes, Claudius, I know that!" The old servant drummed his fingers in the crook of his arm, where his white shirt collected most of the wrinkles. He then brushed his purple vest, polishing the crest of his master's house. After a few moments, the man known as Bryce, emerged from his room holding a bathrobe and towel over his shoulders. He glared at the servant on his way to the bathroom. However, when Bryce came up to the bathroom, he found a do not disturb
The sun rose early Monday morning. An alarm rang loudly on the nightstand as the dawn’s light brightened the room. Irritated by the repetitive siren, a young man slammed his fist on the button, silencing it. “Damn it all!” he groaned. To make matters worse, several raps on the door followed shortly after. “Hey, Sammy!” A shrill voice called, “You gonna sleep in there all day? Sammy!” Sammy sat up in bed, his long bangs making it tough to see. “Alright, alright, Emily, I’m getting up! Enough with the knocking!” He threw off his blanket and got on his slippers before making his way to the door. A young brunette leaned against the wall, pulling her foot up to her backside. “I would have let you sleep in, but you know how Iris is when you keep her waiting.” Sammy slapped his forehead with the palm of his head. “Oh, no! Please, tell me you did not let her in.” “Nope, but she called about a minute ago,” Emily said, “She’s waiting for you at the gym right now. ‘Make sure he gets his butt
My alarm clock rang at the usual time. Most times, I’d try to ignore it. Unfortunately, the sun rose in through my window and blinded me. “Ugh, damn it all!” I slammed my hand on the square button and sat up. “I thought I closed those blinds.” A loud knock on the door startled me. “Morning, sleepyhead!” a shrill voice shouted. “You’re not going to sleep all day, do you?” The door opened, and this somewhat stocky man with short silvery hair and unfitting facial hair on his face walked in. “Ugh, Allen. How many times do I have to tell you to keep to your own side of the dorm?” I said, stretching. “Yeah, well, too bad, Tommy-boy. Someone has to keep you functioning.” Everyone, meet my roommate, Allen. Yes, it’s one of those guys. If you looked up a picture of a “flamboyant guy” on the internet, you’d see this guy. Colored hair, overly nerdy, he’s even gay like you’d expect. Somehow, we got saddled together when I got here Freshman Year, and
The air grows cold, Gray begins to engulf the rays of the sun, Until finally, white puffs descend from the sky. School closes, Work is halted, Young eyes bug out with excitement, As the ground is covered in a blanket of Nature’s Soft Serve. “Bundle Up!” is the parents’ choice words for this occasion. The Winter Air nips at the older adult’s bones. In their case, it constricts the blood, chills the bone, It blackens all our limbs and extremities. The children are lucky. Most can handle it for a few minutes, Maybe even half an hour before their fingers locked up, Clenching their little snowballs. However, some of us just prefer to stay indoors, Listening to the weathermen and women on the news, Droning on about the severity of said snowfall. Funnily enough, I think of the days of my youth, When my family and I would gather in front of the TV, Eyes glued to the screen, Waiting for the name of our respective school district To appear at the bottom of the “Schools Closed”
Don’t forget, no matter who you are, you’ll always matter to someone. Twenty years ago, when I was a child, my mother relayed those words to me. I remember them making me smile like a goofball back then. Why she worded her sentence that way, I can only speculate. “Hey, Conner,” said Ms. Tabitha, who was sweeping off her front porch. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and every time she saw me, she’d give me a big smile. There she goes, always starting the conversation with that same old line. “Hey there, looking lovely as ever.” The late-thirty-something broke into her usual, bashful giggle. “Oh, stop it, you.” I don’t know what it was, but I loved seeing her laugh. Despite her being nearly ten years my senior, something about her countenance reminded me of my mother. “So,” she continued, “are you going off to work today?” “Yeah,” I replied, “got a lot of people to meet, packages to deliver.” “Well, make sure you do a good
It has only been a few hours since the horrible tragedy that befell my hometown. My wife, son, and friends are all dead—killed by an army of demons in a single night. I feel like I can’t do anything now except sit here and brood. I am possibly one of the only humans still left from that area. Hell, I may be one of the only humans still alive, period. Well, aside from my coworker, Millie, who’s staring at the now white moon. “I’m pretty sure those creatures are gone, now that Luna Obitūs is over,” she said. Her words don’t reach me; they only sound like white noise. I feel a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Hey, come on,” Millie says, “I know things are hard right now, but we shouldn’t give up hope, should we?” I don’t know how to answer her. Should I say “right” or “wrong”? At this point, I am not sure. “Why?” That is the one question that comes to my mind. After that, the question “How?” also follows. Millie sighs. “The reason, I guess
Silence is Golden: The Quest for Silens's Eye by Satoru123, literature
Literature
Silence is Golden: The Quest for Silens's Eye
October 21, 1951. “Come on, Cal!” a pudgy old man yelled, following a younger man. “Enough is enough! Why don’t we get out of here?” The younger man, Cal, looked back at the old codger with a cocky smirk. The two men approached a large stone slab situated below a humungous cliffside. “Come on, Enzo,” he responded. “you’re not going to leave your poor tourist to fend for himself, are you?” “Cal, I told you that we are dancing with forces out of our control.” “Mate, I’ve been chasing treasure since I was barely 18, and there hasn’t been any treasure I haven’t been able to abscond with.” Cal turned, pointing a miniature camera in Enzo’s direction. “Now, why don’t you tell our lovely audience at home what we are after again?” “Cal!” Enzo snapped. “I’m telling you, this is a terrible idea. Turn back now before—” The old man froze as the treasure hunter pointed a small pistol at him, just outside the camera’s view. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how much is riding on this, mate,” Cal
Run! Run! Keep running; don’t let up for even a second, or they will catch you. Those were the thoughts running through my mind as my adrenaline pushed me on. Don’t look back; keep facing forward! “Dad!” someone shrieks from behind. I turn, seeing my son on the ground. He must’ve tripped. The mob of shapeless ghouls swoops down upon him like vultures. “Tommy!” No time to think; I have to save my boy! I already used up my gun’s ammo. I remember, however, that I still have my umbrella. Rushing the creatures, I swing at them relentlessly. A few are struck and fall over. I can only hope my son can still be saved. Some of the creatures fall back. My son lies there motionless—the color drained from his face. Tommy rises, looking at me with a crooked, unnatural smile. “Food” is the only word he utters. The boy that used to be my son lunges at me. I knock him aside with the umbrella and make a break for freedom. Where? Where did these strange creatures come from?
Hey, guys. I am possibly considering re-editing Mousy Romantic Mishap (Pt. 4) due to some egregious writing hiccups I've made in my attempt to rush through it. Any thoughts? Let me know!
If I could be real with you all... I've noticed that as a writer, I have this propensity to retroactively censor myself from tackling harsh subject matter or simply wanting to say how I feel. Maybe because I don't want to come off as offensive or tasteless, that's not me. There were lots of times where I want to be honest, pour my emotions on to the page... but if I did, I would lose a lot of friends. To be honest, there are a lot of people in this world I want to curse out, give the finger to, and a lot of people I want to cry on and apologize to for hurting and upsetting. I am not the person I want to be either and I hate it so much... but, I think if I was, a lot of people would hate who I'd be. Maybe that's a good thing, I think if I gave them control, I wouldn't be able to bear it. I just have to learn to play with the hand God, The Creator, Universe, Fate or such has dealt me and learn to accept it. Before you ask, no, nothing is wrong, I don't need any phone calls or such, I
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