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Dreamscrape by CobraToon, literature

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Dreamscrape

A sword appears in his hand, a coal-black blade that didn't exist moments before. The surface shines of obsidian depths, as if the sword is not a sword, as if it is far more than a sword. He turns the sword at various angles to inspect it, examines the thin jagged crack that runs the length, checks the leather-wrapped handle to make sure it isn't loose – all the while avoiding the eyes of the other person in the dim windowless box of a room. She in turn only has eyes for the stone slab in the room's center, an alter to some half-remembered ritual. The surface, worn smooth by time and slightly inset, has been stained at the very center w

Family Matters - E1 by CobraToon, literature

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Family Matters - E1

INT. FAMILY HOME KITCHEN – MORNING AT SUNRISE Warm kitchen that serves as the central location of the Family house, comfortably cluttered counters but all have recently been tidied and wiped clean. FATHER sits in his favorite chair at the head of the small dinner table, he sips his coffee and places dry cereal food before BABY in the nearby high chair. Father is a somewhat-bald man in his early forties, Baby is at most a year old. The creak as the kitchen's door opens causes Father to snatch up a section from the newspaper, previously a coaster for his drink. DAUGHTER enters the kitchen slowly, a girl of around twelve. She wears her nor

Pokemon: the Risen - E1 - HTML by CobraToon, literature

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Pokemon: the Risen - E1 - HTML

Chapter 0 This time around, things are going to be different. The usual narrator is away and I'll be filling in. Don't worry, I follow his rules, mostly; just a brief introduction and then let the story tell itself. But I should warn you, I don't see this world the way he does. Things will be different, definitely so; I like to think a little realism will go a long way toward making things more interesting. Reality bites, but is all the more wondrous for it. We begin our adventure listening only to night's dry heat. It's too hot for the Kricketots to be still playing and even the Zubats and Hoothoots have gone to roost early. The only creat

High War - Chapter 0 by CobraToon, literature

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High War - Chapter 0

The small creature, no bigger than a badger, pulls a hefty twig from the sack on its mossy backside. It has many more to chose from, including those to be found on the ground around it, but this twig alone is held up for appraisal in the scant sunlight that reaches down through the treetops. Heft is roughly measured, the straightness is deemed satisfactory and one stumpy protrusion near the end seems to particularly fascinate the creature. And if the creature had not been moving around so purposefully, it might itself be confused for a mess of sticks and leaves animated by some odd wind. Its skin has the look of bark, with a soft moss-like fu

Request - The Wish Granter (part 1) by CobraToon, literature

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Request - The Wish Granter (part 1)

“WISH GRANTER!” The burly man waves a thick wooden staff back and forth, knocking against the close-set trees and making a racket. “Come out wish granter, come out and grant my wish!” The large group of humans with him all shake their heads in despair, knowing the legendary forest spirit won't come out with all this noise. “Wish granter, my cause is just and my need dire!” The deep forest around him doesn't answer, and the only movement is the dappled ever-shifting shadows from the sun and trees. “Grant me the power I need to fulfill my desire, or … ,” the large man pauses, thinking, and

Page 1 - VV's story by CobraToon, literature

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Page 1 - VV's story

The story changes depending on who you ask. Ask the proud Shoanti chieftain, he will say he snuck into the largest Chelaxian estate he could find and stole right from under the noses of an army of corpulent guards its most valued treasure, which turned out to be the eldest daughter of the baron living there. Ask the free-spirited Chelaxian heiress, she will tell you the most handsome man in the world came into her room one night and swept her away from a dreary world of stifling balls and haughty politics, not to mention the most disgusting marriage proposer she had ever laid eyes on. Ask most any gossipy local who heard about the incident th

My Mind of Murder - E1 by CobraToon, literature

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My Mind of Murder - E1

Chapter 1 "Ready? Steady … Fight!" The stands must hold some billions of spectators, world populations seated in a space that questions sanity, tier upon tier of them screaming bloody murder at the two combatants. When one tier of stands has reached far back enough to make viewing the arena impossible due to the sheer distances involved, another tier sits above it, and another and another. Each successive tier is a little higher and a little more sloped, creating a hemispheric dome completed by a small circular glass platform at the very pinnacle for fans to watch down through. The fans in the upper sections must be buckled in, or usin

Craw-Land Logs 1 and 2 by CobraToon, literature

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Craw-Land Logs 1 and 2

Crawland Exploration Log, Day 1 Today we plan to finally begin mapping out our little corner of the Talenta Plains. But first of course came the usual round of court business. We received two new additions to our "ruling class" as it were, being an exotic and well-spoken elven wizard, from Aerenal, complete with baboon familiar! And an agent of our financier, a half-elf of unknown powers. Following that we received our first contingent of "citizens" who we gave a place to settle down until we could parcel out farmland or whatever one does with such people. With that we set out, choosing at random a plot of land to the east to explore. The d

Lean - A Work From Home Future by CobraToon, literature

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Lean - A Work From Home Future

When did jogging get easy? Okay, not easy - at some point these sweaty walks got faster, steadier and maybe even routine. The when doesn’t really matter. Now it’s easier than … work, even though I’ve been working way longer than jogging. But work will always be hard. Why else would they pay us to do it. I hustle along the empty sidewalk. The late-morning haze filters the sunlight to a distant warmth. A tiny mail car shoots down the empty street, slowing to about a third its speed going by me. Another streaks through an intersection far ahead. Factory identical houses go by one after another. Dirt lots, maybe an unk

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“Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!”

I love Anime and writing. Someday I'd like to write the scripts for original animation but for now I'm a writer-in-training creating worlds and characters and telling stories with them for my amusement. I'm always searching for people to collaborate with, especially visual artists; if you read something here that inspires you, I'd like to see what you make of it, or we can work together on something new. And I'm here to learn and help others learn. I want advice on how I can improve, I take on prompts and requests to sharpen my writing skills, and if you'd like a critique or some proofreading you only have to ask.

My avatar is a Native Bird created by dsad2 as the prize from an event. I have this feeling like I'm perched in a small place, ready to take flight but unsure if anywhere outside my sight would be better. The world makes me want to stay native where I know my surroundings. Can I do so while working towards my dreams for the future, or do all birds need to fly south? I don't believe I'll reach my goals without that big leap. You'll notice my uploads to DA have been sporadic in recent years - yet I feel like more of a writer than ever after quitting jobs that weren't right for me and getting back into the habit of writing things I care about every day. I've now got paid copywriting work on my resume and I'm also writing things I love in my spare time! Wish me luck in this career, and here's hoping for a better new year.