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Wayward Ch1

For the life of me I could not remember.

In the darkness, I waited. I let my mind calm down. I counted to ten. I tried everything I could to move, to scream, to even remember my name.

I just could not remember anything.

Let alone move anything.

It felt like hours had passed me by. Then again, I was virtually senseless. I could not see, hear, taste, or feel anything. How was I to know how much time had passed in the abyss? I started to question myself, pry further into my mind, but the more I pushed, the harder it was to remember.

Did I have parents? I ruled that question out as a definite yes. I mean, of course I had parents. I was a per

Elliot and The Sleeping City: Part OneSirBadass515: I need your help again.

HallowDawn: Who could have seen that coming?

SirBadass515: Ha. Ha.

HallowDawn: Where would you be, without your informant, hmm?

SirBadass515: Don't make me beg.

HallowDawn: But you're so cute when you beg.

HallowDawn: Okay, shoot.

SirBadass515: There's been these cases of sleeping families.

HallowDawn: Oh my, that is terrifying.

SirBadass515: *sigh* by sleeping families, I mean people are found in their home, just sleeping. Nothing is wrong with them. They just won't wake up.

HallowDawn: Umm, duh. It's a spell.

SirBadass515: Yes, I know that. Thank you, smart ass. I need to break the spell.

Ha

Saving Goddess Apricotus Pt 1

The smallest goblin, the one with a crooked nose and appealing warts on its eyebrow and nose, climbed up on the Speaking Rock. It was the tallest rock in the cave measuring at six human feet tall. Grotflurgle knew he would be seen despite his shortness. Unlike humans, who seemed to value the tall ones, goblins believed shortness to be sacredness.

He gazed out into the crowds. Goblins filled the dully lit cave to capacity and every one of them gazed up at him in amazement. And why shouldn't they? He was not only the shortest but the most gorgeous of them all. Not only did he have beauty warts, but his wrinkly skin rip

One Shots

Six Word Stories

An I Owe YouThe gunshots used
paid her dues.

The Forsaken Little MermaidHe loved the wrong one.

Her.

Leaving Again?"Aye lass. The sea calls me."

TaintedWhy me?

I was somebody's baby.

Poetry

An Appetite For....

Chapped lips,
airplane grease,
and the smell of your
sweat after you come home,
take off your steel-toe boots,
and jump into a
hot steamy shower.

The mess you make
by throwing clothes here and there,
never in the laundry basket.
Like I haven't told you what
it is for ten thousand times before.

The things you craft
to show me that you love me;
your little inventions that make
my life so perfect, so easy.

The sweet tender words
that caress my stress back
into nothing. The words
that you would never
say with anyone else in the room,
or to anyone else.

The way you look at me
when no one is looking,
ou

The Knight in Shining Armor

Pushing through the weakness
Dancing through the fire
Stronger than any fortress
Is for you my desire
Giving me endurance
To save me from myself
You give me the assurance
To put fears on a shelf
You alone are worth it
This battle in my mind
I'd walk across hot coal pits
Just so you I could find
I'd hike the highest mountain
A thousand times around
Just so I could hear your voice
It's lovely and sweet sound
I'd walk through the darkest cave
And fight the fearsome ghosts
Just to hear that you gave
Your heart and loved me the most
I no longer can nor will contain
This burning in my chest
This heart that beats, beats with p

Tiny Little Crane

With a twitter and a flap,
I feel my heartstrings snap,
And my mind is lost once more,
But I'm closer than before.
To the things stored up inside,
Memories that like to hide;
I have no clue who I am,
Like a lost little lamb.
In a vast sea of unknown,
I'm chilled to the bone,
Frightened 'cause I can't see,
Still something flutters around me.
I catch the flutter and the flap.
In my fingers, I'm its trap,
And now it's plane to see,
A paper crane in front of me.
I release it once more,
And let its wings soar,
It beckons with a jerk,
Is this really going to work?
Should I follow or refrain,
From this tiny p

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About Me

Hi!

The name’s Zebra. Mama Zebra.

I shame people who are naughty and glomp those that are nice.

I like to write, read, and flail like a crazy person, mostly because I am one.

I’ve been on this site for about six years now, but decided I needed a fresh start and created this account three years ago.

What you'll find in my gallery

Short stories, poetry, and excerpts from my novels.
My sad attempts at drawing.
Little clay creatures! I love adorable chubby cute things!
A few plushies here and there.

Groups I help Moderate

#Prompt-Bunnies is a literature group designed to get its members out of their writing funks and writing something fun. The inspiration from their prompts will be drawn from the messages left on candy wrappers, toys, and other odd places. We will also be focusing on bettering our writing by encouraging our members to comment on each others pieces.

#TheWritersMeow was passed down to me about a year ago. Since then, I've had a little bit of trouble keeping it up due to health issues. I'm glad to say that my plan is to restore it to it's former glory over the summer, and hopefully it won't rely on just me to keep it thriving.

#Beta-Readers is an AMAZING concept. It gets writers together, helping each other edit their stories and in the process teaching them how to become a better writer. I love this group and I think anyone that puts in an honest effort will too.

_{Also, I'm just really slow and forgetful...}

My Lovely Peeps

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Some of my favs

Nice Long Reads

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Monday Ch 1, part 1The gray sky remained on the brink of either a sunrise or sunset never coming to fruition. Purgatory was real, and Vincent was really dead. If the hole through his chest wasn't bleeding all over his white dress shirt, he'd think this was an elaborate prank. He had denied it for all of five minutes, but that bleeding hole was hard to refute.

Vincent stared as wide eyed as a kid seeing a half naked woman for the first time. The old world buildings [@description] looked like a movie set and he felt the urge to search for hidden cameras.

"Hurry along, son." The elderly man was dressed from a period piece complete with an absurd gray whig and bu

When You Wish: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Fallen Star

Erickson did not want to be a hero. There he lay, face down in the mud, mumbling prayers to the stars to spare his worthless life. Shouts and the unholy clang of steel broke through the shaking hands he clasped over his ears. He never should have left the estate.

So what if he was the black sheep of a wealthy noble family who made it their daily burden to remind him of his inferiority? So what if he'd never amount to anything more than a spineless coward and a weakling? Joining the army was no way to prove himself.

He wasn't about to charge the field with the rest of his company and be hacked to bits by bloody im:thumb129010139:

Embers - Part IKate ran.

Her feet pounded on the cobblestones as she tore down the alleyway, each footfall echoing wildly around her. She risked a look back over her shoulder, stumbling as she twisted. Hazy orange streetlights filtered around the corner, but there was no sign of persuit.

Heart pounding and lungs heaving, she burst from the dark of the alley into the light of the street, stopping as her eyes adjusted to the wall of people in front of her. She almost clattered into an eldery couple, buried beneath thick coats and woolly hats, who tutted at her as they passed.

She looked left and right, wiping tears from her eyes. She stood on a narrow stre

Chasing Foxes Ch 1Gregory Periwinkle Persnickety Carver II was everything like his name. He was ridiculously unpredictable, long winded and very long, or tall since wizards can't get too long. He liked his name and nearly all of the nicknames that people gave him. Most people called him Gregor, a name he liked very much. It was most of his first name and without the ending letter it made him feel distinct, since everyone's brother was named 'Gregory'.
Some people called him Greg, which he didn't mind even though it was more commonplace than Gregor. He understood that some people just didn't like saying names with more than one syllable.

Only one person calle

Chains of ConflictChapter One: Black & White

I sat on a bench near the park, scanning my colorless surroundings. Water cascaded from the sky in soft drops; the bulk of the rain passed and drifted towards the gutters in steady streams. Dead-center in the road, a puddle waited to lure unsuspecting victims into its depths. Aside from the occasional straggler, the city's inhabitants barricaded themselves in their homes. A little water and they ran scared, fleeing from nature.

Humanity no longer lived as they had many years before.

Priorities changed, lives varied and economy morphed while industry evolved. Technology. Whereas some considered it the greatest gif

Chapter 1 Pt1 AURORI'S BLOOD

Chapter I
"More was lost at Mohacs."--Hungarian Proverb

Mohacs, Kingdom of Hungary
29 August 1526

"The King flees! Save yourselves!"

The Janissaries swept through King Louis' line. Janos scanned the field for Hungary's Royal Standard, but it was nowhere to be seen. The pikemen skidded to a stop before the tall knight in his blackened full plate armor as he cast aside the scabbard of a two-handed sword. "Stand Fast!" Janos bellowed.

Janos brought down his great sword, splitting the head of a Janissary. The pikemen reversed and formed ranks around him. His knights joined him as his standard unfurled above them. It was a Green Dragon c

LW 00: Shadow Heart“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” –George Santayanna
No one knows why the wars started. Or when. Or why. Just that they are.
I have been to every part of this universe. My feet have made the ice fields of Ilazki sing. I have felt the burn of the sun on Chromandae. I have spilled blood in the arena of Gegenes and washed my hands in the seas of Icaunus. I have haggled with traders in the bazaar on Adur and felt the thrum of the steam engine trains on Atarrabi. I have even stood on the steps of the Academy of Lugos and heard the hum of the electrified defenses mingle with the quiet chorus of night city sounds.
But, before this, all I remember is waking—
The last remnants of something beautiful had faded away, and then I was abandoned. I was betrayed.
My knees against icy ground, I tried to rub away the red stains on my hands but they were too thick; they

Heartbeats are Deadly Prologue

The door wasn't opening. She tried it again but it wouldn't budge. The window was likewise locked.

"Where do you think you're going?"

She jumped; she thought he was asleep. "It's getting late. My roommate is going to start wondering where I am." As she was talking she was reaching for a steak knife.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You're not yourself right now. I'm just going home." The knife in her hand was shaking despite her steady voice.

"Put the knife down," he took a step closer and reached out to grab her.

She flinched and thrust the knife out instinctively stabbing him just below his heart. She expected him to pull back in

Rebirth of the Seer - Ch. 1Chapter One

"Don't do this, Richard!" she yelled. Her voice reverberated from the walls of the meeting hall, seemingly preventing the elders from issuing a response. I sensed frustration overwhelming her and frowned. Now was not the time for Monica to become indignant.

"Get the devil out of there, woman," I muttered from where I stood, outside the abandoned church whose sanctuary was being used as a place of reckoning. The perfect guise for a covert organization, if I had to be honest. The grounds were surrounded by an ivy-choked wrought iron fence, the area poorly lit to discourage passersby from trespassing. I felt an undercurrent running

Favorite One Shots

Dust DevilAfter I broke, I spent time wrapped in my bed sheets on the floor. I would rest my chin on the window sill, looking out through the tree branches. I did two things during that time.

The first was I would daydream about killing myself. Not with an overdose or slit wrists, but in some fantastical way. It would be a Rube Goldberg machine of death. Or I would do it mysteriously. Was my death murder or suicide? Sometimes I just wished to fade away. Then no one would ever know.

The second thing I did was spy on my neighbor. His bedroom window was across from mine and fit perfectly between the tree branches. The curtains were usually closed, but o

Kuma and the Zebra"Sir, Kuma stole my lunch money."

Emperor Aisel Fei Shiang looked up from the coffee the minion had brought him and regarded Erickson with one eyebrow raised. It was true, the scrawny underling did look rather worse for wear. His hair, greyed long before its time from stress and nerves, was frazzled and out of place as was his waistcoat. He was missing a shoe as if he'd tried to run. Mud splotched the side of his face while one eye was black and blue and swollen. Upon closer inspection, stray bits of noodles and assorted garbage from the city waste heap clung to his hair and trousers.

"He threw me in the dumpster, sir." Erickson supplied

Wavering WhimsyThe Night Market was a dark place. Of course it was, what else would you expect from a place where the sun never rises? It was home to dark creatures doing dark deeds, dark shops selling dark things, dark people wearing dark socks, so yes, everyone agreed, it was a dark place. But even the darkest night contains stars, bright specks of light ever shining, ever hopeful. The Night Market had shadows and monsters, demons and damnation, had things that no sane person could, or should, hope to dream of, but… but it also had wonders, heroes, creatures that were only visible in the shimmering moonlight and left your heart aching with their ephe

Lovesick Puppy

Nearly seven months later and he was still amazed at the silver glitter on his hand. He was never a guy to wear jewelry aside from a necklace here or there. Now he wore that ring every day.

At first, he wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to it, but it quickly became something he missed when he took it off for vigorous work. He felt naked without the ring on his finger.

“Are you ever going to stop playing with it?” Jane had been watching him roll the ring around his finger.

“Playing with what?” Todd looked up.

“Your ring. You've been fiddling with it for almost half an hour now.”

“Have

TattoosTattoos. One for each moment in life that actually had meaning. I adore running my hands along the painted skin, the ink that should not naturally be there. Each design is beautiful and intricate, none of them simple, and all of them unique. There are many on this single body and they are all in many different places positioned on her glowing skin.

Her first is the seahorse on the left side of her chest, just above her heart. Small, yellow, cute. It represents her younger sister, Jane, who died at age twelve. She had leukemia and, though she suffered, I was told that she always had a bright smile on her youthful face. "Why a seahorse?" I had

Forever LoyalHe saw her coming out of the deli, she smelled like blood-sick and old wounds hiding under her last pair of clothes that didn't have tears in them. He went to her and introduced himself. She gave him a sausage. It was love.

He followed her for the rest of the day, ears pricked forward as he listened to her talk. It was funny how that made her happy. She would say "Piston, sit." And he would sit, stump where his tail should be wagging as she pet him with pale fingers. When she did that, he knew she wasn't blood-sick, she was food for others who were and they nipped at her like he sometimes nipped at the heels of children when they tried to st

We Were Made For Each OtherArtificial intelligence has made its leaps and bounds in the world of science. It is a thing of beauty, to be able to speak to a computer and have it competently speak back. It wasn't like the old days when you'd say a simple hello and simultaneously, the motherboard would begin to fry and the screen would ripple until it began to weep liquid crystal.

I told the professors that I would make it work. I would make it so we could win every war and replace the failing factories with capable machines. Using the rewired brain of a former co-worker, I laboured night and day, soldering wires and programmin

plot prose I

"They left us here," Emily explained, folding her arms and rubbing them slightly against the damp chill of the draughty old house.

Her companion's eyes shifted uneasily around the room. She knew the pattern well. He checked the exits first—the front door, the windows, and then glanced warily into the darkness of the adjoining rooms. When he was satisfied they were alone he checked the exits again, to keep sure it stayed that way. While she admired and appreciated his thoroughness, she felt a twinge of sadness for him. What kind of life had he lived if he was constantly glancing over his shoulder? Was he ever care-free?

He caught her fr

We're all just Meat and BonesHolly,

I'm going to die.

No, I'm going to change…into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless…just one undead among thousands.

Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse bac

One Dedicated Detective"Marceil…come on."

"No."

I tapped my foot impatiently and glared at the silver-haired woman. She wasn't old, on the contrary; she was but twenty-two.

About ten years ago when she was a very confused kid, she mistakenly shot me, ending my life with a bullet severing my cardiac muscle.

Marceil thought she had ended the perpetrator of her parents' murder, but…instead, she shot the one who was attempting to catch him.

However, it wasn't as much of a set-back as you'd think; Marceil was trained in the magical arts, specifically relating to healing. As such, she knew a resurrection spell, and here I am today.

My dilemma is this: I a

The NecklaceShe knocks on the door, quiet as a mouse, as always. She's on her way to some party in town, her black hair flowing across her shoulders; red dress flowing across her body.

She needs help with her necklace – a simple black cord with some trinket hanging from it. A simple request, with so much emotion hanging from it. It's funny just how well I remember the cord: the slightly coarse, woven texture and the dark colour, hinting to green in the right light; but the trinket goes almost entirely unnoticed. She's tied the cord a little tight; it's knotted, she needs help untying it.

I fumble with the cord, wondering if she can hear my heart p

Ash Leaves

"So you were just gonna leave?  No goodbye.  Nothing?"  Skylar stopped Ash in his tracks.

Slowly, he turned around to face her.  "I've never been good with goodbyes.  I figured it'd be easier if I just left."

"You know, I have to name a king."  Skylar blurted the information she had just received.  "Apparently it was set long before me that no woman could be the sole ruler.  I'm being crowned tomorrow, and I'm expected to immediately make a speech naming my king."

Ash wasn't sure why she was giving him this information, but replied nonetheless.  "I th

FlutteringsIt hurted.

My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.

Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin

Suicide NoteThe article in the paper said that she killed herself by jumping off an eight-floor apartment block. He felt that something was off there. Not in the gesture itself, but in its details.

Her mother told the journalists, crying, that she wasn't the sort of girl who would do such a thing. Her best friend said that she had her depressive episodes, but nobody could possibly have expected this. But he? He didn't find her taking her own life all that surprising. Still, something wasn't right. No suicide note, no sort of message to him. No strange actions, no frantic love-making or dispassionate 'my head hurts' statements. Everything had been normal

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~ghearradh 18 hours ago Student Writer

_{thank you for the favorite. c:}

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~SurreptitiousBloomer 1 day ago Student Writer

Thanks for the

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~Keyboard-Ninja 3 days ago Student Writer

I'm such a bum.

Horrifically late, but none the less--

Happy Birthday Emmy!

I hope yours was lovely.

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*TheTerrorOfTheDeep 4 days ago

I did something. D:

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