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She had always liked candy. She loved the sweetness, the calm, pure joy that exploded across her tongue with each piece. It’s why she kept a bowl of candy on her desk.
But, watching him stuff the fifth Jolly Rancher into his mouth, sticky green spit bursting from the corner of his mouth as he did so, and toss the wrapper onto her desk alongside the others made her want to dump the entire bowl into the garbage.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 08.15.2016 @ 10:58 am
She was an attractive woman, I’ll say that. She had long red hair that had subtle waves throughout. The fact that she was a human, well, that was okay. The thing I had against her, though, was the fact she was a paladin. And my warden. She would be the one to cut me down if I turned tail and ran for my life at any point once I had entered the Tomb of Acerak.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 06.18.2015 @ 5:09 pm
The new thought completely derailed his plans. What if he was playing directly into their hands? It was a set-up, surely. The Grandmaster had certainly thought of this rash course of action, had planned on it, even. He began to second guess himself, there on the rooftop, and wondered if he should give up the plan completely.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 12.18.2013 @ 5:11 pm
The statues were of two standing figures, each robed and hooded. The faces of these statues, like those of the rest of the statues in the graveyard, had their faces hidden in their cowls. It was keeping with tradition of his culture, that the face of the statues would not be visible, for if a stone face existed, a restless soul might become trapped in the human like figure.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 12.17.2013 @ 7:04 pm
The painting I had commissioned arrived at my doorstep the day I had been told to expect it. However, it was of the wrong subject. I had asked that the man, Arturo, to travel through the rainforest and paint a picture of the finest orchid he could find in the new world. Instead, he sent me back a painting of a horrible monkey with squinted eyes.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 12.16.2013 @ 5:04 pm
What is the measure of a man, he thought, as he looked up at the altar stone. The carved words upon them condemned him in Heaven’s eyes, but he wondered if there was another test of a man’s soul than strict adherence to the laws of Heaven. He wondered, he hoped, that his heart would be weighed.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 09.19.2013 @ 6:05 pm
“Our fates are our own,” he said, shaking the chains of his manacles in front of him. “We may be prisoners here, but we are only held captive if we allow them to shackle our souls. That is why I will smile to the gallows.”
I looked at him and wished I could have the same courage in the face of death.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 09.09.2013 @ 5:52 pm
The aura of the star was blue. It was blue enough to make me want to reach the edges and soar my cruiser through the ice crystals that hung in the vacuum surrounding it. But, the mission was too important. After this one run, this last run, I would owe nothing the the Allegiance and I would be free to explore the pockets of the galaxy.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 09.06.2013 @ 7:02 pm
The railway was supposed to be the greatest achievement of mankind. Stretching from Hong Kong to London, it crossed both the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. It stopped in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, and Montreal. It was the pinnacle of what we could do when nationality and political allegiance didn’t matter.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 09.05.2013 @ 3:39 pm
“Ugh, I did it wrong again,” Melanie complained, reaching for the staple remover. “I stapled this packet wrong, too.”
“Professor Ketron is going to be furious when he sees all those little holes,” Abbey said, slamming her palm down on the red stapler on her desk. “You know how particular he is.”
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.24.2013 @ 2:12 pm
“You don’t think it’s a bit irreverent to sit on the altar stone?” Reim asked Isidriel as he approached the lord’s side.
“I think my presence in a temple is irreverent,” Isidriel said with a slight smile. “Seeing as I’m a sinner, and all.”
Reim shook his head and chuckled.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.23.2013 @ 6:15 pm
The cat’s meow woke her from her sleep. She opened her eyes to find the white animal sitting erect on her chest, one paw hovering just above her nose as if the cat was about to swat. “I don’t think so,” she said, moving the cat to the side so she could roll over.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.22.2013 @ 1:29 pm
The doors of the castle were made of solid mahogany, with intricate inlays of ivory depicting scenes of knights on parade. The handles bore the resemblance of golden lions, long since absent from the lands.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.20.2013 @ 11:54 am
the gates had been wrought out of gold and silver. Silver bears paraded across the top as symbols of the royalty that lived in the house beyond. The gold glittered in the morning sun as the gates swung open to admit the carriage onto the grounds.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.17.2013 @ 11:59 am
She thought of herself as a gamer girl. There was no game she wouldn’t play: console, board, roleplaying, dice, card, or computer. So, when her boyfriend invited her to play airsoft, throwing the pitch as if it was the new Call of Duty, she couldn’t refuse.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.15.2013 @ 6:59 pm
I had spent my childhood around those submerged ruins. They were a playground for my body and my imagination. The fallen stones had been scrubbed smooth by the slight waves of the lake and were perfect for the pads of my bare feet.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.12.2013 @ 1:59 pm
“I derived the formula from my research of Amazonian tribal medicine,” she said, tossing the inch thick file on the desk in front of him. “Don’t assume my answers are not my own again.”
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.10.2013 @ 1:52 pm
She had him wrapped around her finger. She knew it the moment she titled her fingertips away from her lips. Despite the fact that she had done more than blow him a kiss and had in fact, thrown a simple lightning spell at him and knocked him down on his rump, his facial expression said it all — she had charmed him in an instance.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.09.2013 @ 1:40 pm
It was a delight to see him again, she thought. She tugged on her corset’s strings as she kicked her buttoned boots beneath the bed. She was grateful for the fire the servants had started in her fireplace. Indeed, it would be a delight to see him again, she was sure.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.08.2013 @ 1:22 pm
The snow the witch had foretold of had not frozen on its way to the earth. He pulled his wet cloak tighter around his shoulders and he trudged through the mud lining the road and shivered.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 10.12.2012 @ 7:53 am
The court watched the adventure tear into a roasted leg of lamb with his teeth. They nearly gagged collectively as he ate, his soaking wet fur armor creating a muddy puddle beneath his seat.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 08.09.2012 @ 2:45 pm
The puncture wound was the worst of his injuries, by far. He had not seen the thin dagger in time to block it with his sword, and now he was paying for his oversight. If he had not been so overconfident, he might have lived a few more years. He shook his head. Living a long, full life was not a part of the life of an assassin.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 08.06.2012 @ 4:14 pm
The principal always frightened me, walking around with his paddle resting on one shoulder. He would patrol the halls with it swinging freely from his hand in rhythm with his steps. His smile was the thing that we all ignored. It never seemed to fit with the silent threat of swift punishment.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.30.2012 @ 9:20 am
“Well, that’s quite a statement,” I muttered from behind the counter. My job as a cashier at Wal-Mart can be quite amusing. If I could take pictures of the people that come through my check out line could easily fill up a humor website. This man, was wearing hot pink leggings. Yes, leggings. On a man. And does it make me a terrible person to say he actually pulled them off with style?
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.27.2012 @ 10:23 am
This will make a statement, she thought as she looked down at the bright red heels she had slipped on. She was wearing no red in the rest of her outfit, but she didn’t care at that point. She was a successful business woman with a wonderful career, and this high school reunion, she wasn’t going to get shown up by a bunch of over-tan, beer-bellied but otherwise “anorexic,” always dieting, former cheerleaders just because she was pregnant with her fourth kid.
And, the bonus point: her husband was going to love them.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.26.2012 @ 2:39 pm
“You keep flying like that, these fuses aren’t going to last the warp jump!” screamed the intercom built into his head rest. Adrian ignored his mechanic’s warning and slammed the joystick to the right, just dodging the lasers the government cruiser had fired.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.23.2012 @ 12:10 pm
Bridezillas. The bane of my existence as a cake decorator. This one called three days before the wedding. The decorator she had before hadn’t “caught her vision,” as she put it. So, I listened, dutifully took notes, and cringed internally as I listened to what she wanted.
5 tiers. White strawberry icing. Whole, sugar coated strawberries. Red icing roses, plus a couple of sugared real roses. Oh, and I had to “be sure the strawberry icing was white, because pink was NOT one of her colors.”
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.22.2012 @ 1:09 pm
His instructions were clear. He had to act quickly. He had to act silently. He was to get into the palace, get the crown, and get out. Without being seen. Without being heard. Without being capture.
His instructions had been clear. If he was found out, he was on his own. Failure was not an option.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.21.2012 @ 4:10 pm
“He suspects a plot,” whispered the voice from within the confessional. “However, he doesn’t know it comes from inside the church.”
“Excellent,” whispered the nobleman back, leaning his forehead against the bars. He slid a velvet coin purse through the slot. “I hope that is a considerable enough contribution to the church?”
“It will be our lord’s last confession.”
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 07.20.2012 @ 5:22 pm
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I work for the National Herald. I am a successful reporter. I’m sexy, well toned, with nearly flawless ivory skin that has cost me countless hundreds over the past years. I dress for success. I am desired by every man that walks by. I’m vain, yes, but I understand my potential.
And yet I just got stood up.
» Posted By Isilo Aranel On 05.30.2012 @ 12:17 pm