Stream of consciousness. by Cybercabra, literature
Literature
Stream of consciousness.
I feel like I’ve fallen flat onto the surface of an endless, viscous abyss of my own creation, ever sinking, slow as the speed my be. I look to my left, as far as the proverbial tar will allow me to turn my head, and I see naught but eternal darkness. With some work, I am able to turn my head to look to the right, and I am met with the same endless expanse of nothing. That which I am suspended in is cold, like a room with a neglected open window in the dead of winter. I used to look through that window, but the scene never changed enough to inspire or excite me; perhaps I should have devoted more effort to observing the world on the other side of the window, or maybe I should have devoted less effort. I look upward — or maybe I should say, “forward”, as I lie parallel with the surface of the cold, fluid darkness, and I see more darkness. Where did I fall from? Did I even fall, or was I pushed? Unlikely; I most likely jumped, but from whence? Am I here, or am I dreaming? While the latter is certainly more likely than the former, it is also quite cliché and, I must say, a mite cheesy. Oh dear, the tone and voice of this description of emotions is taking quite a turn for the… I’m not sure. I don’t think I used any words similar to “cheesy” in the preceding sentences — I would say “paragraphs”, but I’m presently far too lazy to take the time to split this stream into any smaller bits.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
The Story of a Dame Called Zelda WIP (LoZ fanfic by Cybercabra, literature
Literature
The Story of a Dame Called Zelda WIP (LoZ fanfic
They say tragedy comes in threes, but here in Hylia field, two is the magic number. On the same day that Zelda, the daughter of the city’s biggest import-export guy --- big enough to be called 'The King' --- was kidnapped, some thugs shook down an armored truck carrying the Triforce, a relic that makes the Hope Diamond look like a cubic zirconium. The joke's on them, though; that truck was only carrying ONE piece.
Not wanting to put all of my cucco eggs in one basket, I decided to follow up on the Triforce case, first. Don't get me wrong, I love rich Hylian dames... But my uncle always taught me that rupees tend to bring drama, espe
Up, Down, and All Around by Cybercabra, literature
Literature
Up, Down, and All Around
A man wakes up in a room, of sorts. At least, he thinks it might be a room, but that's just silly, isn't it? It has to be a room; unless he's waking up outside, somewhere. But he isn't, I will tell you that much; he is definitely inside some kind of structure, but that's all he knows. You see, the room --- or whatever it is --- is completely dark.
Well, completely dark, save for a spotlight of unknown origin, shining only on him. After shaking his head in a cartoonish attempt to clear any confusion from his mind, he looked down at his feet, to see what he was standing on. Except, he wasn't looking down at his feet, but rather up, and he w
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
Five Knights: into a foreign land, they strayed.
Five Knights were then captured and, thusly, slayed.
Five Knights, whose own swords took their heads,
Were then sent home, with hilts in their steads.
The Story of a Dame Called Zelda WIP (LoZ fanfic by Cybercabra, literature
Literature
The Story of a Dame Called Zelda WIP (LoZ fanfic
They say tragedy comes in threes, but here in Hylia field, two is the magic number. On the same day that Zelda, the daughter of the city’s biggest import-export guy --- big enough to be called 'The King' --- was kidnapped, some thugs shook down an armored truck carrying the Triforce, a relic that makes the Hope Diamond look like a cubic zirconium. The joke's on them, though; that truck was only carrying ONE piece.
Not wanting to put all of my cucco eggs in one basket, I decided to follow up on the Triforce case, first. Don't get me wrong, I love rich Hylian dames... But my uncle always taught me that rupees tend to bring drama, espe
Up, Down, and All Around by Cybercabra, literature
Literature
Up, Down, and All Around
A man wakes up in a room, of sorts. At least, he thinks it might be a room, but that's just silly, isn't it? It has to be a room; unless he's waking up outside, somewhere. But he isn't, I will tell you that much; he is definitely inside some kind of structure, but that's all he knows. You see, the room --- or whatever it is --- is completely dark.
Well, completely dark, save for a spotlight of unknown origin, shining only on him. After shaking his head in a cartoonish attempt to clear any confusion from his mind, he looked down at his feet, to see what he was standing on. Except, he wasn't looking down at his feet, but rather up, and he w
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