Stories tagged “metal”

  • The metallic werewolf P1

    Scared and out of breath Dr. Richard Benson – as it turned out, a fifth cousin of the trillionaire of the same name – tried to enter the small, inconspicuous chapel as noiselessly he could. The the sun-bleached door, however creaked as if t...

  • The metallic werewolf P2

    Deus Pater omnípotens. But despite this the Gloria never lost it’s original appeal, Dómine Fili Unigénite, Iesu Christe, and to him it felt like angels were licking his bruised soul. Dómine Deus, Agnus Dei, Fílius Patris, His mind skipped hi...

  • Beginnings

    An old friend waits beyond these gates. The world is calm and steady as the slate-grey sky waits to see what I’ll do next. I step forward and the crunch of gravel is the beginning of the Apocalypse; or, perhaps, the beginning of my new life. Eith...

  • Vince Sings

    Dotty, the drummer, launched into the opening solo as Vince began to sing. Vince stared into the mic, the band puzzled that he had stopped. “What happened?” Tony asked. “Let’s try it again.” Little Vince’s voice was ...

    • Author: NinjaChicken
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • deaf

    Rammstein rocks. She can’t hear me, her eardrums have burst!

  • An Opened Door (part one)

    “The key could not be used…” I whispered sadly. My gaze fell to the floor, but the eyes of all who had faith in me bore into my soul. All hope was gone now. Something that I had once thought to hold significant opportunities was noth...

  • An Opened Door (part two)

    How stupid I was to almost believe my words right then and there. I was older now, but I couldn’t call myself wiser. If I had wisdom, then I would have been able to use the key. It shined in the fleeting light of the sun that poured through windo...

  • An Opened Door (part three)

    But the people would still need someone. Clearly, the person they were looking for wasn’t me… Even so, how could I abandon them after all they had done for me and for each other? I searched for a hidden truth; some impunity or forgiveness for ...

  • An Opened Door (part four)

    I dared to look up. My gaze was fixed on the little wooden cross that hung on the wall across from where I stood. Jesus had sacrificed himself for the people he loved. Many had doubted him and wanted him dead, but he still suffered for them. It was s...

  • Initially Speaking: The Fictitious Account (pt. 2)

    She nods, but I can tell she’s not thoroughly convinced. “What’s the job this time?” “Sadie, you know I can’t say too much.” “Nor do I want to know too much, I just want to know where my work will be seen...

  • music

    my heart pounds faster heavy metal drums my ears soft wind strokes my arm

  • Bending Metal

    “You mean, it’s a new kind of rock music?” she asked, her fro all-bouncing around from side to side. “We live in a very angry society, Bethany. They will sense the anger …and it will be heavy,” Dirk said. “Heav...

    • Author: E. Williams
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Demon Sword

    Here I await, in deepest dark for some driven soul to penetrate down dungeon corridors scattered with the skeletons and rusted armor of those who tried and failed to release me from my isolation. Is it too much to ask to be freed? Where are the heroes ...

    • Author: Bob Liddil
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Woe Betide the Gatekeepers

    As children know their drunken father’s footfall at night, so angels know her tread and weep, helpless, despairing as the axe cleaves in twain the monolithic gates to the Underplane, sealed and hidden at the heart of heaven, long before the time ...

  • Devil Seed by Candlemass

    I woke up and my throat wasn’t there anymore, just some leather straps. With my vocal cords gone no use to scream. The shadows keep following me, they stitch something to me and all of the sudden I can move, they hand me my rusty sword, my helmet...

  • What no one told you about Extreme Metal and Art Films

    Extreme Metal does not exist. It’s all a joke, you see? all those long-haired kids and old folks furiously clutching their lasts scraps of youth are pulling a collective prank on you. Only one Black Metal song has ever been recorded, it’s r...

  • The Shack

    The wind came up from the West, rattling the lone, remaining shutter hanging on rusted hinges. Everything of metal on this place seemed to be rusted to within a second of falling apart completely. Nails had worked their way slowly out of the wood that ...

  • Bite (Mature)

    “Mmm,” I sighed, loving the metallic smell of my own flesh and blood. It was as if I lived for the moment I felt the cool, hard bite of the metal on my skin. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, making my head spin. I sank to the floor, hol...

    • Author: HannahMarie
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Reluctant Eyes

    The cement floor was cold on my cheek. My ear was plastered to my skull uncomfortably. My mind swam to conciousness slowly, pushing through the Sandman Dust, and achey limbs. “Are you awake, Alice? Alice? Open your eyes.” I groaned ungratef...

  • The Cave

    The last Ojibwa led Noah through the columns of oak. Shafts of moonlight gave the forest floor ghostly patches of bone white. Kebe stopped at a yawning blackness. He reached behind a fallen log and withdrew a heavy duty Maglite. The light played across...

    • Author: zxvasdf
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Travelling Companions

    5.7 cm long. .9 cm across. Brass, steel, and powder. I love you. I imbue you with power and with luck. You, me, and your 19 friends we’ll take on the world. Tiny soulless pillar of strength, you don’t feel fear or even worry. To you the odd...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • The metallic werewolf Pt1

    Scared and out of breath Dr. Richard Benson – as it turned out, a fifth cousin of the trillionaire of the same name – tried to enter the small, inconspicuous chapel as noiselessly he could. The sun-bleached door however, creaked as if to an...

  • Iron Elements (Repost)

    Humid air gathered the collective stink of Hong Kong and exhaled it back, hot and wet, onto the humanity below. Summer nights were often miserable. Qiao wrinkled her nose as she ran swiftly across the roof, her bare feet barely touching the tiles. She ...