The Ultimates Chapter 1 by MagnumMaster, literature
Literature
The Ultimates Chapter 1
Adonis City Police Station
65℉
4:37 p.m.
November 19th
Loud clamoring had filled the precinct. That day, of all days, was particularly one of its busiest. Here, he sits in a corner to himself. Not at a desk, not in lobby seat, but in a cell. The sounds were drowned; left wondering if he'd gone deaf. He had been staring at the ceiling for the longest of time. He began to notice the cracks, wondering how such an old place could still be standing.
He wondered how things went so wrong, and how he was the one to suffer- the one left to bleed. Vandalism, of all things. It's as if he started to see his own cracks. The gaps in between
The Ultimates: Introduction To The Legend by MagnumMaster, literature
Literature
The Ultimates: Introduction To The Legend
Humanity. What is the definition of humanity?
Fire. Blood. Treachery. Time and time again, humanity has repeated it’s mistakes, failing to recognize the atrocities committed against itself, engulfing the world and turning it into a destitute and hollow abyss, filled with the sorrows of--not the dead, but-- the living. The living cry out in sheer agony of the horrors they've witnessed. So how does one acquit their surrounding people, friends and enemies alike? How does one encompass a virtuous leader, and not bestow himself a god above their unspoken compatriots? Beyond the constant times of despair, an answer was
Prologue 'A Fresher's Diary' by McNish95, literature
Literature
Prologue 'A Fresher's Diary'
When you’re little, the most stressful part of life was which toy to play with, or when your parents wanted you to go to bed. Then, as you got older, boys and make-up, or girls and keeping up with your favourite sports games, would take over the stress role. And then there would be the exams and that one endless question that you’ll never be truly old enough to answer; what do you want to do with your life?
You hit seventeen, and that simple question can change you from being carefree into a ball of tears. Pressure hits you hard as you realise that you have to decide right now. You have to decide if you want to go to university a
I remember being nothing and everything.
I remember being so many things. Everything. Stories and lives and deaths. Scales under water; frantic wings fluttering against a beating hide; claws unsheathing against pliant padded flesh - these things I have known. These things I have been.
I have been the fire and the flame. I have been the hollow eyes of the man with no emotion. I have been the impervious falcon stooping toward its quarry.
I have known a thousand stories and lives and deaths.
After everything, I am Tas. Just Tas. No-one and nothing else.
But I remember being nothing and everything.
And I have a story to tell.