My Friend Bacon"The Pig, if I am not mistaken,
Gives us ham and pork and bacon.
Let others think his heart is big,
I think it stupid of the pig."
This happened a long time ago, when the earth was green and the gods weren't as wary of humans.
One small sprite in particular, named Merel, especially liked humans. She used to come to earth in the form of a blackbird, to spend time with us.
One day, as she was enjoying her morning flight, she came upon a dilapidated farm. The poor farmer was sitting on a tree stump, his shovel thrown aside on the grass, his head in his hands.
"Dear Farmer," Merel crowed out, "Why are you crying?"
"Hoards of mice are eating my crops," The farmer lamented, "My children have nothing to eat!"
"Do not lament," Merel said, flying off, "I will help you."
She flew, thinking, until she spied a cat that was familiar to her. Merel soared down, landed, and bowed her head, "Good morning, Cat."
"It is not a good morning," The cat replied, his head low, "I
Doomed to Repeat, chapter 6A/N: Brace yourselves! The final chapter of my Scorpius fanfiction is here. Hope you've enjoyed this short story, if you've enjoyed it enough please review!
I always get out of the trouble I'm in,
I wanna walk away and start over again.
She came in with a black eye, he didn't have to ask how it happened. He knew better than to give her trouble, and went straight for his tablet. Before he could get to it, she grabbed his shoulders and kissed his forehead.
The door hissed open again, and a daunting figure rushed in, reaching them in three steps. The boy quickly backed up to the wall.
"How dare you," The handler growled at the Sebacean, bringing her large claws across the her face, knocking her to the ground. "Don't get up."
He stood, coldly staring as his teacher brought her hand to her mouth, then as body started to convulse, foaming at the mouth, and finally go still. The Scarran kicked her and mumbled "Lying bitch won't be touching my
StrongholdA/N: This is a commission for someone about her character Raiden, the dragon.
And then there was one.
As Raiden, the guardian dragon in a long forgotten rain forest-laden island off Chile, lifted his wings with the breeze, his keen eyes searched the jungle floor. He spotted a familiar patch and started his descent. His deep blue scales shone in the sun as he slowly circled lower and lower, eventually landing atop a high branch. Once again he scanned the sky, smelling the forthcoming rain, pondering what had provoked him from slumber.
The last time he had been on the mainland, his people were slipping into madness. There had been a long drought, and they had made sacrifices to him, first of crops, then of people. But, being a wood-and-earth elemental, he could do little to help. He tried breathing life into the earth in their fields, and reawaken the fruit trees, but not much could be done without the help of the angry water god.
Granted Raiden shou
Suspicious MindA/N: Ok so this is a semi-sequel to my story Play the Game, although you can read this without needing to read that. It's another B:tas story about the Mad Hatter and Scarecrow...
Gotham was in the throws of a particularly dark night. In the city there was a dark, dank warehouse district, workplace of honest taxpayers. Inside the district was a drab row of unkempt buildings, haven to denizens who chose a more ambiguous profession. Inside the most obscure building, in it's dingiest room, a man sat puttering away at a workbench.
"Are you done yet, Tetch?" His companion asked, pulling on a brown shirt.
"Are you done playing dress up?" Tetch said, still fiddling with the gear in front of him. Every once in a while he would scratch the back of his bare head.
"Oh please," He ruffled through a pile of clothing, "If one must be forced into the roll of villain one may as well look the part."
"Yes," Jervis rolled his eyes as he continued at his station, "Making our outside l