The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm by meso-mhyrr, literature
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The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm
Allow me to introduce you to the Bleudaptoatl and the Psychederm, two unique races delivered from a far away alien world by the Geoproteanthrope, biological, meteoric, interstellar traveler...
Creature Variation, Habitat, and Morphology
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Bleudaptoatl- The Geoproteanthrope Pod surges with pressure from a central cavity. Inside stirs the egg-bearing Lotaurelious. When the Lotaurelious reaches maturity the Pod’s thoracic segmental hatch breaches hold and dispenses an inky fluid. Then the crystalline drone ejects itself into the ocean and wiggles itself to cleanse and begin its descent. Birthed, now the g
Tumbling Along The Coastline by meso-mhyrr, literature
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Tumbling Along The Coastline
Tumbling along the coastline
While walking along the shoreline, I merge upon the smooth wet sands at the beach. The scenery, as I gradually edge closer to the oceanfront, is peaceful. That is until a wildly vivid shallow ocean wave, swiftly eddies inland. Drawing nearer, surrounding me at once, and floods the expanse with deepening flow.
It is quite as if the liquid landscape beneath me turns of its own accord, cascading inland across the direction of my approach. The dramatically whirling waves move quickly along, and create a sense of turbulence.
I wade into the forming slurry, across the rapidly desolidifying sands. The
Geoproteanthrope, Ecology of the life bringer by meso-mhyrr, literature
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Geoproteanthrope, Ecology of the life bringer
Ecology of the Life Bringer, Great Seeding of Many Terrestrial and Oceanic Worlds The fission pods are many fathoms deep under the gulf. Ecologically adept, each pod has the capacity of spawning a plethora of highly advanced flora and fauna. Poised for delivering a copious assortment of rapidly integrative mimicries, all the while offering to advance and enrich a host of natural selection along with an interdependence among similar species akin to its nature. With a vast microcosm of explicitly correlative symbioses, these microecologies, are introductive of many species capable of metamorphic convergence between the matrixes of animal, vegetable, and even the dramatic transmutation of minerals utilizing highly adaptive synergistic microbes to transmute the prevalent soil compositions. Microbialization of the soil begins with the rapid reproduction and dispersion of organisms ideally purposed for the rapid deconstruction of a specific range of material, establishing a foundation
Once Bitten
Prologue: PAUL
The freeway was dimly lit as we drove down the road in Dads SUV. Mum was fast asleep while he handled the wheel. My younger sister, Pele, and I sat dozing in the back seat. We were only an hours drive away from home, he figured he could stay up until then. The freeway appeared empty that night. We rounded a bend. Out of nowhere a huge log truck came barreling around the corner straight for us. Driving on the wrong side of the road, its bright white headlights blinding us.
Instinctively I wrapped myself protectively around Pele, shielding her from harm. The truck hit like a train. It ripped us from the road and
As I got closer to the top of the stack, the cars began swaying toward me in the nonexistent breeze. Creaking ominously as though it was a large animal angry I had disturbed its sleep. If I had a choice I would go around, but with so many cars in the way it was faster to climb over I didn't have a fricken choice. That and the possibility I was going to get my ass shot full of holes if I didn't get outta here. Fast.
Hands bleeding, head aching from lack of sleep, didn't help I was unconsciously holding my breath, I reached the top of the creaky groaning death trap, sucking in a huge lungful of air. Now I had clear view of what lay ahead. With
SA Reilin Week (Day Seven): Old Scars by trollfullywedded123, literature
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SA Reilin Week (Day Seven): Old Scars
Tracing her fingers underneath Rollan’s jaw, Meilin marveled at how long and deep the scar was. “When did you get this?” she asked.
He shifted, his arms settling around her more comfortably. “That was from when we were moving through Stetriol, trying to find you. I was so exhausted from the heat once that I fell off my horse, hitting my jaw against the rough edge of the saddle. We didn’t even have anything to clean it with because we needed the precious few drops of water we had.”
Meilin kissed the scar, as she had done with all the others. Rollan touched her chest, where a series of four cuts ran.
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“Are you serious?!? This is your fifth shot of vodka! Both of you!” Raleigh shook his head at the two girlfriends in disbelief, he himself not having touched a drop. Lorelei stood by his side, nodding her head in agreement.
“We’ll be fine,” Trinity assured them, her voice slurred. “Ain’t the first time. Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before liquor, liquor liquor liquor.”
“But vodka,” Emmalyn chimed in, “is the drink of life. Of love… and beauty. It makes me feel like… like a pickle torpedo... in a sea of graham cracker crumbs.”
Emmalyn shifted to her right, not even noticing as the blankets fell away. Beside her, Trinity murmured something in her sleep and pulled the blankets closer, further stealing them away. Emmalyn took in her sleeping girlfriend’s face, her scowl softening as she saw how innocently peaceful the other woman was.
But her mind returned to the horrible words that that horrible person had said, and her scowl returned. No matter how much she tried to push the conversation out of her mind, it kept returning, more insistent than before.
"Well, honey, maybe if you saw the good in what your father did, you wouldn't have needed to change."