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The Desert Fox OutfoxedThe Desert Fox OutfoxedThe Desert Fox Outfoxed by Michel-le-fou
From a family joke and Lovecraft
One evening, towards the close of the 2nd world war, German General Rommel alias Desert Fox was resting in his tent. His men were starting to return home to their families. He was nearly isolated on the dunes of the Sahara. He had read of the capture of Hitler. He feared his own detention.
Later that evening, he was thirsty but he knew the desert holds no water; so he walked about the dunes. Suddenly he found a stained glass lamp with symbols like yet unlike Egyptian hieroglyphics scrawled on it. He neither hears of nor believed genies; but he tried. He needed water urgently. So he struggled to open the bottle.
However, instead of a genie, an imp about 7 feet tall dressed in archaic Egyptian clothes and with charcoal black skin and deep red eyes appeared. The imp bowed gratefully and respectfully and asked,
"Master, you can have three wishes. What do you want first?"
"Ah I am very thirsty. Let have fresh water to drink."
2020 A Space Oddyssey2020 A Space Oddyssey2020 A Space Oddyssey by Michel-le-fou
In the year 2018, the world order had been reformed and led to Eastern Europe aligning with their Western counterparts instead of Russia, due to Russian complications on Ukraine in 2014.
United States joined them since the government exiled the opposition to Alaska in 2017. The Tea Party was asked to resign. Sarah Palin went to the North Pole. She would be safely out of action there.
In 2018, the New European confederation mentioned above accepted United States as a signatory.
In 2019, Russian and American space scientists warned of a new "black monolith"* to be erected near the border between Russia and Bulgaria. But it was not the one prophesied by Kubrick.
Contrarily, it was a giant black stone and a strange Unidentified cult danced around it. It had strange hieroglyphics and symbols on it; and atop this stone was a gigantic black toad-like creature**. The cult danced and prayed around these things amounting to sudden severe changes of weather including
Birthday WishesBirthday WishesBirthday Wishes by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
My beloved put away your anger
Channel emotion into Love
I know well your rage is not for me
But it is not good for you
Keep your noble heart at peace
Live long so we love forever
And relax with your love Puabi
Your birthday is coming soon
You need health and happiness
It is your gift from above
For this day
Growing OlderGrowing OlderGrowing Older by Michel-le-fou
"Oh darling you are growing old
Silver threads among the gold"
Old song sung by Mister Magoo
My hair was brown but is growing white
Like the stars that shine at night
More from tension than from fright
My neighbors can't get their minds right
But I am too tired to fight
So I play my music and shut the light
And then I lay with my love
And forget my age
Calm my nerves and put down my rage
And lie in love throughout the night
Until the bright morning light
Only youAnother day passes slowlyOnly you by MorganWolfram
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused and you suffered sensitively
But you said regrets will go gradually
I don't care if there is no money surprisingly
You changed me astonishingly
I won't let a burden fall on you, even mistakenly
How can you be so gentle admiringly?
Don't hesitate to hold my hand tightly
But please keep smiling constantly
My eyes shall remain for you promisingly
I shall love
Scorched 1.1The moment the train stopped, she rushed out of her seat, ran out of the door, pushed her way through the morning crowd, and sprinted to the University. It was just her luck that her train broke down the day of an important exam. She wound up taking a different train which came later than its arrival time. Her eyes were fixed on her watch and her hand was securely on her book bag.Scorched 1.1 by Erin-Lynne
"What happened this time?" the receptionist asked Prishe as the Asterian burst through the doors of the University. She didn't look up from the desk but Prishe could hear the shuffling of papers as if she was reaching for something.
The young Asterian laughed uneasily and signed in. "The train broke down. I can't talk; I've got to get to class!" she replied, darting down the hall.
She took the stairs, figuring that they would be faster, but was quickly flooded by students. She was determined, however. She had never been late before and she wasn't about to start. Not caring who she plowed by, she continued tak
Scorched P.1She woke abruptly to the beginning of her favorite song—a loud, energetic low-brass song—and fell out the chair of her desk. She hit her head on the side of her bed and had knocked over several sheets of paper which were now littered around her. A groan passed her lips as she removed her headphones. The light in the room made her eyes sting until they adjusted. Her blueprints, essays, and medicine homework were on top of her bare legs, making her nerves tingle.Scorched P.1 by Erin-Lynne
After sitting in the odd position for a while, she took a glance at her watch. It was going to be a couple of hours before her regular alarm would go off. She sighed, stiffly collected her work, set them aside, and got up. Every muscle in her back and legs were screaming at her, but she paid little attention to it as she yawned and stretched.
She sat on her bed next to her work and stared at the walls for a while, collecting her thoughts. She would have classes today, and her work needed to be done, That way she woul
Rise of JERICO-- ProloguePrologueRise of JERICO-- Prologue by Erin-Lynne
The room was silent as he sat there, reading his book intently. A few candles were lit around the room, casting an eerie shadow across the figure. Two years he had spent in solitude, never leaving his mansion, since the end of the of the war. He rarely came in contact with people, unless it was one of the AMBROS prisoners that needed to be punished. Everyone who knew of him feared him; he treated none with mercy.
His name was Viare.
Lightning flashed outside as the rain began to patter on his window. He put his book down when he heard a metal ping of a kicked gate outside. He stood to his feet and looked outside his window to see a man with soaked, fiery red hair jump off the barrier gate. Viare curled a slight smile on his face. “Again? When will he learn?” he murmured to himself. He turned from the window and left his room.
The guards were startled by his presence. “Send the hounds. It seems our guest hasn’t been broken in. Bring him back
Ultiverse ~ Chapter Zero ~ Creation THUD!!Ultiverse ~ Chapter Zero ~ Creation by Ultimation12
Vanessa wakes up to this sound, sleepily looking to the side of the bed where her husband should be. But instead of seeing the orange and white fluff of his head, she saw the white of a pillow and the beige of the sheets. Her maw’s smile turns to a frown as she blinks thrice, making sure she was not imagining her mate’s absence. Concerned, she scrambles out of the bed and walks around to the other side. The orange and white humanoid fox, known as Ulti, is lying there, sprawled on the floor, a thick red liquid coming out of his forehead.
“U-Ulti!” yells Vanessa as she rushes to him, realizing what has happened. She takes some of the sheets off of the bed and applies them to his wound. She leaves him like that, unconscious, while she rushes to the First-Aid kit and brings it back. She unwraps the s
Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 1Once upon a time, there lived two sisters named Annabelle and Aybelle. They often kept to themselves and rarely spoke to other children, let alone interacted with them at school, and the other children avoided them as well. There was something strange about Annabelle and Aybelle, or so the oridinary children would say. Something dark. This was very true. They would seem perfectly normal children during the day, but then, once night came, they’d seem to change. Not like an oridinary change like how a teenager stays up all night sort of change, but rather quiet and different. every night, their hair and nails grew faster, hair growing to the longest lengths, and their Granny, (or as the girls called her) would have to cut their hair back to normal before the sun rose the next day or else their hair would stay that way until the very next night, a risk Granny and them could not take, at least, not during the school year.Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 1 by AmazingCatherine123
Both the girls’ hair was a dark black and wavy with eyes
Shroomy and her Melancholy state of AffairsForward from this: http://hebbybobdige.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5hapii sceneShroomy and her Melancholy state of Affairs by Hebbybobdige
Okay let's discuss Shroomy and her completely un-endearing un-cheerful and un-attractive state of affairs. Firstly you must realise that Shroomy's life was far more dismal than most. Those at her school find her (in their own words) a 'skanky, ugly, creepy little bug-eyed weirdo'
You see when somebody isn't what you would consider 'normal' people have a tendency to ridicule or be afraid of this person. Shroomy being no exception to this, she would spend her time at school sat alone on a table muttering strange things to her only friend who was named 'Scarlett' and she could be seen only by Shroomy. Whilst the rest of the class formed their own, chattery little groups consisting mainly of people who would consider a scruffy, bug-eyed girl constantly whispering scary things to herself a strange sight indeed, therefore nobody wanted to talk to her.
You may or may not know that somebody who exists in
Hallowed"How to Hell does my shackled soul recline?Hallowed by James-P-Barnes-565
Far past my father's lake of burning mercilessness,
Doth my heart grow cold on this morrow's eve,
Sparing the eye the torment everlasting.
Within thy breast and boils, burns and blistering flesh;
On thy putrid tongue bloodied and rotting with the stench,
Mortal wounds only the grand himself could heal but won't.
How the sickening creatures crawl and lumber,
Twitching, twisting, twirling in the night so cold.
See my breath before the moonlight gaze,
Peering so full, so hard, tearing through my weakened soul,
Ripping my battered carcass to meat too fine for the darkest,
Short of too luxurious a meal for demons of night.
Speak foul beast! Branch forth and relinquish your name!"
Silence would prove him a match for the foulest of homes,
Searing in anger of thousands of men, women, children, and demon alike,
"Strike with bitter flow my son don't spill thy damned name."
Darkness falls thicker than the blood stained lakes,
Pools of fiery hatred and m
The Thing in StoneThe Thing in StoneThe Thing in Stone by Michel-le-fou
From Lovecraft's “Call of Cthulhu”
Timothy Finley sat gazing puzzled at the stone object on his shelf. There was a secret to it that seemed, to him, rather dark. The object was erect like most statues; but its head was cephalopod with many short and medium tentacles, instead of jaws, and the eyes were dark and stared sightlessly at him. Finley could scarcely make out signs of intelligence, but the face seemed cunning and darkly intelligent. The countenance of a schemer.
"Who on earth are you? Where are you from?" He mused.
Suddenly he heard, or thought he heard, a reply from the statue.
"I am what the elders before your birth called 'Old One' and I come from a dimension you could not know, Timothy Finley."
"Yes. These were Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep and Yog-sothoth, primarily; but there were others. Their names are still unknown to you. I am one of them."
Timothy sat, staring at it speechlessly. Did it really talk or did he imagine it? If he imagine
A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before by Michel-le-fou
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
Madness OverwhelmsMadness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms by Michel-le-fou
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
Mommy loved...Alright, we're going to go visit Mommy.Mommy loved... by Everlasting90
Why are we going?
Because it would mean a lot to her. She loved you.
No, she didn't.
How can you say that?
Because it's true. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left us.
That's not fair. She had a problem. She tried to give it up.
But she didn't. She loved the pills more than us. That's why she left.
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) Amongst the light foot falls of officers going about their tasks, one set stood out as it sounded louder through the precinct, heading from the entrance over to the holding cells. The man to whom these foot falls belonged was tall; about six-four, and thin; not lanky, but like a bean-pole. His black slacks danced on the top of his black shoes, his dark-blue tie wriggled ever so slightly under the slight heaving of the man’s chest, but his bluish-gray waistcoat held it to his faded sky-blue shirt.Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) by BDancinJones
The man slowed himself down, actually stopping to tap his slightly damp forehead with his sleeve, before turning the last corner into the viewing side of the interrogation room. He proceeded to enter the room, and did so with a certain swagger in his walk and a sly smile sitting in the corner of his mouth. In the room stood a mid-twenties woman in work-place formal dress and an early-thirties officer in uniform. On the left wa
. shadowed .. shadowed . by Amanda-Graham
. shadowed .
It is a charcoal space, rectangular and seething with irregular textures. It stinks of metals and years of dusty disuse. Termed 'Scheduled for Reconversion' and 'Reconversion Through Space Leasing' it's been placed in the 'hold for another when able, we promise to be good' trash heap of this country's monumental failures.The urban landscapes that are undergoing reclaimation are, in this District and others, ignored with cracks and graffiti tag spray that are decades old.
"… grey black white blur ghost rectangle white sparkle night glimmer residential lights far off never-lands dreamt flight …"
The sounds of traffic, cut by the occasional creak and cymbal strikes of thin steel blown shutters, are the only sounds other than the soft whispers of her rhyme. The pulse and throb of her wet machinery is too soft but for the other resident-in-squat to hear. Feral cats and dogs range f
. sunbursts .. sunbursts.. sunbursts . by Amanda-Graham
flare about me
3 AM steps
harsh grind timed
@ Amanda 2014
Image: ". sodium suns . by Amanda Graham © 2014
. menage a trois .. ménage à trois .. menage a trois . by Amanda-Graham
- inception -
that thrill of panted suggestion
« I know someone, it's just a mention. »
- introductions -
first throw, possible seduction
excitements of discoveries
looks, the quickened breath
wet beneath the dress
straining pressured excitements
- but -
beneath it, in action, layered
at first soft below the sheeted
sour breath of competitions
les deux femmes
yeux sur l'autre
bouches ouvertes lié langues
enterrer leurs dents dans le col de leur sœur
pour attirer l'attention du mâle
springs to attention, then wearies
at the time the hours
they spend together
their ease of conversation
in same sexed pleasure
- the breakfast table shared -
sharpened daggers, in held breaths,
Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition) by Michel-le-fou
My father was my closest friend
But closer to my mother
I could not trust him with secrets
Secret feelings towards my mother
I begged him a dozen times
He said he had a duty to tell her
Then she called me into the 'warden's office'
What did you tell him, she demanded
"Go to your room and stay there
Till I tell you to come out!"
My bedroom was a cell in children's prison
Father crept in and warned me
Mother told him to lash me
"Try to sound in pain," he asked.
I did my best
I doubt it fooled her
Occasionally my sister played attorney
She warned me as often as she could
Sometimes my mother went off her deep end
After railing like a banshee at me
She went for other blood
Including my father
I stood out and challenged her
Why she has to find fault with them
When she found it with me
She almost always found in me
I could no longer live that way
"If you don't like to live here, you may leave."
She pointed to the door
I left home twice
Only to go
SingWill you singSing by Lupuswolf13
Sing with me
Sing my Joy
Will you sing
Sing ballads from your soul
Sing to my heart
Will you sing
Sing to comfort me
Sing away my sorrows
Will you sing
Sing me to sleep
Sing my lullaby
Will you sing
Sing me to the golden gates
Sing my salvation
Will you sing
Sing my release
Sing at my funeral
Don't cry. Just Sing
.-.Silence.-. [Scourge X Reader]私の愛の沈黙は沈黙を守ってたことがないはずです。.-.Silence.-. [Scourge X Reader] by AskBrickOfBloodclan
keep in mind that this takes place after World War ll
The deep laughter of crows reached the peaks of the sky, giving the battered place some hiff of it's silence. Vultures snickered and cackled amongst their grubby meal of a rabbit carcass, their skin-bared heads making quick movements as their battered beaks snipped and poked at the motionless body. The dead rabbit's fur was wet, covered in blood and the vulture's saliva. The mice that flees amongst the worn town sniffed, peeped, and stuck their tongues out at the vulture's careless work of a meal. Even though they were cute, yet disease-filled on their part, the black cat had to agree, the mice were right on being disgusted of the vulture's filling.
Scourge knocked a rusted can over to the side carelessly has his ov
Flight of the EagleIt was the last week of university. Classes were complete, exams were taken. It was the time for the students to find a job. Lucy sighed as she perused the job choices. None of job offerings appealed to her. She didn't want to be stuck behind the desk; she wanted to be out and about. Adventure and action were her calling. She logged out off the computer and got up.Flight of the Eagle by tyw7
Maybe I needed a breather. Time to cool my head. Lucy thought.
She headed to the wardrobe. She grabbed a towel and disrobed. Although age has filled her in considerably since her stick figure days, Lucy wasn't particularly curvaceous. In fact she was stronger than most typical girls (or boys). She was sure she could take even the strongest bullies in a fist fight and win.
Staring at the mirror, she could see faint scars that covered her face. She paused at the one that under her left eye. The same mark that she had sustained when monst
Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6 by DuchessRush
Disclaimer: I do not own Puppet Master Characters or any of the Full Moon Features movies. I do own the plot and my OC Characters Alexis, Revy and Jinx.
*Talk* = Puppet talk.
“Puppet people seriously. I’m driving I get to pick the radio station.” Revy yelled turning the station back to where she had it.
She was met with a large group of hisses.
“I don’t care. If you don’t like it I do.” Revy hissed back at them. Alexis was deeply saddened Jester was trying to comfort her from her fears.
He wished he could explain that she and her sisters were going to be ok and that they were in good hands.
Pinhead especially would look after Jinx while they were away.
Pinhead was once a man named Herman Strauss. Strauss was a truck driver who secretly brought food to the Jewish ghettos; as a result, he w
The MarketSamuel and Jack finally made it to the top of the green hill overlooking their destination. For the seventeen year old Jack, this was a normal weekly sight for him, but for the younger thirteen year old Samuel, this was his first time here. There, beyond the hill was a small and simple settlement that he couldn’t even call a village. There was a huge marketplace there, and even from this distance he could hear the shouts of the sellers and buyers in the market. Next to it was a large residential area, which the boy assumed were the residences for those working in the market. A simple dirt road ran between the market and the houses, and the rest of the area was as green as far as the eye could see.The Market by testerga
Jack led his younger brother down the hill. Samuel, whose hand was still firmly held by Jack, followed his older brother closer to the marketplace. Samuel observed the surroundings for anything interesting, but like everywhere else in the sparsely populated Grass Kingdom, all he could s
The ShadowSamuel started to stir as consciousness slowly gripped him. Prying open his heavy eyelids, he inspected his surroundings curiously. He was still wrapped in his brother’s arms, who was at the moment still sleeping as if there was no tomorrow. They were both still in the storage room, on a disused mattress wrapped up in a thin cloth. Samuel looked out of the window, revealing the rain that was still going on outside. It was baffling how Samuel could have woken up. After all, he was in a very deep and comfortable sleep, with the soothing sound of the rain and the comfortable warmth from his brother. Yet he was awake, simply because Samuel couldn’t help but shake off this weird feeling that he was being watched.The Shadow by testerga
Dismissing it as his vivid imagination, Samuel cuddled up closer to his big brother to try revisiting the world of slumber, but he just couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, it eluded him. The thought of someone watching him was still carved in his mind, the feel
The MindSamuel sat up from his brother’s lap and looked up at him, boring his bright blue eyes into Jack’s emerald ones. Jack tore his gaze from his little brother’s and glanced around the living room for an object to demonstrate on. The cosy and all so familiar living room was large, with a long table running along the wall supporting an old disused bag, a typewriter, an empty folder, a can with two blunt pencils and a pen and a stapler with the head shaped like a pig. Separated from this long table by their purple L-shape sofa is a smaller table tucked away in a corner which is where Samuel and Jack’s phone was kept. The phone was a confusing device with a main block for dialling numbers, hooked up to three different wires for the headphones, a microphone and mini-radar. The L-shaped chair they sat on was complete with a coffee table, a Television set and a video games console. To the right of the sofa against the opposite wall was a large ice box, filled with ice andThe Mind by testerga
Hunting the Light The morning intruded on my plan to sleep late. It’s warm. Always is in the morning. Always gets too cold at night with the fan on, but the sun warms everything up in the morning, the fucking thing. I throw the covers off and shower, nice and cool, it feels great. After dressing in a cheap shirt and second-hand jeans, I pull the covers off my bed entirely and slap the hooker on the ass to wake her up.Hunting the Light by StevenGilby
“Hey, doll, time to wake up! Get the fuck out, money’s right next to you.”
I don’t even bother to wait for her to leave before I take off. Nothing worth stealing that she can find.
My day starts with a visit to a quiet suburban neighborhood for a relic. Nice little family with a dog and two daughters, green grass and a pool. Really living the dream, they are. Not quite the American Dream everyone else had planned, though. Satanists are never considered part of a dream lifestyle. They’re a necessity for
Choice in the DirectionIf being gay is a choice, then so is being straight, bi, etc..Choice in the Direction by Everlasting90
The truth is we can't choose the feelings,
but we can choose the direction.
. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages . by Amanda-Graham
what you want
leather an lather
mirror reflects a glimmer'n light
tilt of helmet
booted and grimacing
- remembers –
' ... i'm about ... '
her loyalty and love
precision of her self-assessment
countered only by the weight
of the rocks tucked in her dress
sisters of the shadows
blurred in passing
ouuuu Clive Barker? umm errr wot about
Hemingway - dead
Plath - still dead
Pynchon - doesn't really exist
my list is long and plays like a wax-tube recording
names and places those writers and poets roamed
while I remained a child trapped by obligations
only reading, imagining, formed scenes far from home
not a come on
simply a moment of
The Rainbow within the RockSome people are like labradorite.The Rainbow within the Rock by Everlasting90
Rough. Rugged. Homely at first.
But if you take the time to perceive,
you can see the iridescent beauty.
Chapter 1: The Tempest
Young Nyck awoke to the muffled roaring of crashing waves. The shaking boom of thunder seemed to clear his eardrums. His eyelids opened, revealing a blurred vision of lightning striking out of a dark blue overcast sky. He felt his body rock up and down.
Nyck's vision clarified, the lightning striking out of the sky was a pale blue. The smell of rain and the seawater entered his nose. As he lifted himself up, he realized he had been lying on the damp floor of a launch. His eyes widened in bewilderment as he looked around at his nautical surroundings.
Nyck placed a hand on his throbbing head. What happened? How did I get here? Is this a dream? The last thing he remembered was staring at the ceiling of his hotel room from his warm bed, trying to fall asleep.
The undulation of the boat assured him that this was no dream. His stomach felt it was dropping.
Three piles of damp ash surrounded him, some of it spilled from the heaps. He frowned at the mounds. Where did they come from?
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