Catholic Creed

*slides in months late with a Starbucks and a (two) new obsession(s)*

Yo. I legit forgot this exists because life, in all their delicate and refined glory, decided to use me for target practice. (Side note, they have really, really good aim.)

Anyway, @this-is-not-an-alien, introduce me to your friends because I … don’t actually know anyone o…[Read more]

Soooooooo…

I very much intentionally, with sound mind and full thought and definitely full intention – did I mention that? – deliberately pulled the pin out of my smoke grenade. Because you are only supposed to handle these if you are going to use them.

Now, in my favor, these aren’t the exploding exploding kinds. But the shell definitely…[Read more]

“Move! You’re in the road!”

I recoil from the blaring noise coming with the annoyed screams.

“Oh shut up you dirt-eater! Can’t you see I’m blind?!”

What’s this punk talking about “in the road?” This ain’t a road. Roads are steel and electricity suspended two bodies’ high in the air! Ya’d be an idiot to get on them. It’s impossible to get [Read more]

“What do you need help with?”

Well, that brings back memories. That I don’t want or have time for right now.

“Getting out of the pile of glass would be a wonderful start punk.” I shake my shirt and hear the faintest series of ‘plinks’ on the floor. Tile then, of some form or fashion. “I sure don’t want to fall face first in it.”

I swing…[Read more]

[Quietly steps in. Deposits pathetic writing snipping. Quietly steps out.]

…

Well, I may have some trouble keeping up with certain punks, but not today, because today I’m doing my own thing.

Okay, okay, so today I fell through a hole in reality. It’s not my fault. I was just walking along, minding my own business and all the sudden I trip…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

Yeah, I’m gonna stick with Calvin profile images until I get bored of them.

(Highly unlikely)

Or until they don’t even tangentially fit me and my writing.

(More likely)

Anyway, here’s the character I’m dropping…

Burn Nocturne

Age: early 20s. He doesn’t care to keep track.

Personality: Teetering on the edge of…[Read more]

@this-is-not-an-alien

I do what I want.

@ragnarok

🧐

Yo baby bro, my broster, He-Who-I-Annoy-Out-of-Love, my video-gamer, my fellow rock-and-heavy-metal-lover, my apocalyptic prophet, @ragnarok !

I love you! That’s a threat! 😠

I’m dropping a character here – you cannot be rid of me.

…

Btw, why are you sticking with ur Pinterest profile image but not the name? Inconsistency! Anarchy! I like it!…[Read more]

Grimme considered a for a long, long moment.

The Castle claimed she could remove her intangibility.

What were the repercussions?

Would her invisibility last longer?  Become permanent?

Could Oaken Door actually pull apart her powers, at random.

Maybe the augmentations.  No.  It seemed to be only the augmentations.  Her natural gifts – Know…[Read more]

On hands and knees, she crept between thorny bushes rotting fence: jacket still tied around her, puppy still wriggling at her belly.

“Quiet Kazoo.” Her lips barely moved.

Emily was a quiet girl, slight lisp due to her missing front tooth.  Freckles splattered her face, arms, and back.  Her red hair wisped around her round face.  Her cheeks we…[Read more]

Hi!  Sorry for vanishing on everyone like my character!  Life’s a series of words unfit for a Christian forum right now.  Semester’s started.  I’ll be better about updating, I promise.

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Grimme munched her cookies, eyeing the glass-girl.  She wondered if Meira would like her cookies.

She wasn’t sharing.

She tipped her head, grinning shar…[Read more]

Grimme lounged in the room, enjoying her intangibility and invisibility.

This augmentation kept her alive for centuries. Oh, it had it’s limits.

One of those was the eight-hour required use.  Through her link.  While she was the Warning and Message.

She didn’t want to see what happened if she… didn’t…

Grimme wrapped her arms around he…[Read more]

FINALS! ARE! OVER!

Smeagol is free!

(Until next semester.)

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Grimme smirked as the assassin avoided the food.  In the meantime, she enjoyed it.

Chantara either lacked some… observation abilities or had a food trauma.

She was no Charlie…

“Never judge an assassin by their first reaction.”

Grimme set her jaw, brushing off the ancient…[Read more]

Grimme stormed through the ballroom, in an temper that would have scared a coal-monster into a furnace.  No one, of course, noticed her.  She wasn’t stupid.  Her powers were still in tact.

Her link was not.

She stabbed her thumbnail over the back of her neck.  “Stop thinking about it.” she muttered.

Her other was still a long way awa…[Read more]

The Warning and Message rumbled over the landscape, swaying as the mountain rocked through their ribcage.

The stone rumbled and thundered louder than the sky.  Rain blistered the seam between beast and burden.

Precious burden.

They glared across the landscape, at the looming, throbbing red light.

Castle Oaken Door.

They roared, thousands of…[Read more]