Excerpt Quotes: 

1) He knew the insulting name implied he was the son of a traitor: Arguing with the ignorant, once their minds are set on a path, will achieve nothing. Vlad took a deep breath; but continued fixated on the floor, “Not at all, my lord. I have come to the only one as dedicated to our Order as myself in stopping the incursions from the south.”

2) Vlad lifted his head slowly, “Sometimes convention frowns on necessity, my lord.”

Probably one of the least understood personalities from history, Dracula is often painted as the very essence of evil — morphed into an eternal demon. But little is truly understood as his history was documented by his enemies. Propaganda is a powerful tool in the destruction of truth. Of course you might say, “But the history’s real;” and I would have to say: “But the perspective could be tainted.” Consider:—— Vlad ruled at a time when excepted rules for punishment and execution demonstrated extremes in all cultures; from burning at the stake, gutting and disemboweling while still alive, leaving ones in small cages to slowly starve to death. And these are just a few of the accepted atrocities of the past. Vlad’s judgments were swift against law breakers and enemies alike: heigthening fears while demonstrating his strong sense of right and wrong; ruling with the proverbial “Iron Fist.” Vlad’s rule was marked by defense against an enemy that the phrase, “outnumbering his own,” would be considered an extreme understatement and yet he held against this well trained empire and fought back against losses with few resources or allies. Bram Stoker seems to have forever tainted the name Dracula as the personification of the devil; but in my alternate history novel, The Devil’s Remnant, the “Order of the Dragon’s” alien connection and immortality will be unveiled regarding this exiled prince seeking retribution in the old west. 

https://theprose.com/post/132760/the-devil-s-remnant

"Yeah, you think that was something? Wait until you see my triple-spiral-dragon-twisted-looped-and-knotted-Turkish-Chinese-banana-split front flip. It's off the chain."

"What's the point of making my bed in the morning when I'm just going to unmake it tonight to get in bed?!"

"I mean, seriously, why does she call herself something stupid like 'The Intimidator'? Oh no, someone hide me! Here she comes and she is going to kill me!!!!!!"

"I would make a good weather man--I'm seldom right about anything."

"I see."

https://theprose.com/post/159225/some-things-don-t-change

https://theprose.com/post/159446/hydra

© Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell

"Run like the end is behind you because I'm behind you."

                                            -Logan Paris

This was meant as a joke, but the catchphrase stick with Logan the rest of his life. When the members of PL7 wanted to see what the others mottoes were, Logan made this one. Have fun having this one stuck in your head. lol

The bird lays motionless in her paws, small rib cage racking with every breath. Heartbeat quickening too much and then not; pulse becoming more and more sporadic by the minute. There isn't much time, she knows. There can't be that much luck left. While fleeing into the warehouse -- little-brother-turned-bird in tow, injured paw screaming with each step -- had seemed like a good idea at the moment, her plan had ended exactly then. Run from pursuers here, deposit brother there until she could find the old woman again. She'd never actually anticipated him getting trampled by equipment, or her paw being crushed under a wheel. She'd never thought she'd be a second too late. But here she is, glass-eyed from both the shock and the pain. Trying to pretend this wouldn't be her brother's deathbed.

She speaks first, in the quiet of the air. Her throat purrs uneasily. "I-I'm so --"

"I'm okay," he breathes. "We're okay. I should've listened to you in the first place. Those carts -- those things really pack a punch, don't they? Never thought they were that heavy when we were human." His gaze is more focused than she'd expected when he fixes her with it, clacking his beak, and it takes control not to drop him. He doesn't seem to notice. He lets out a laugh that sounds more like a wheeze. Continues: "At least I reminded that old woman of her grandson, right? That probably kept her from turning us into snails or something."

Damn that old woman. Damn her and her games, her questions, this stupid curse she'd placed on the both of them. Who are they to pay off their parents' debt? Who are they to suffer for some obscure exchange someone else had made in the past? Her feline pupils trail the injured, feathered body of her brother, still holding on. A broken wing, a useless leg, and a fractured rib cage. Probably. This is -- no, she couldn't think like that -- this may seem like his deathbed for now, but he still has time to live. Three days, at most. But they'd already gotten this far. Three days might be just enough.

And she sure as hell isn't about to spend the rest of her life as a cat.

He's opening his beak to speak again; she cuts him off. "I'm going to find her," she growls. "I'm going to find her, and when I do, she's changing everything back to the way it was before this mess. We're going to return home to Auntie safe and sound, we're going to be human again, and I'm getting you that book you wanted."

"So shut up and stay here until I get back."

This is my character Joey from my story Escape the Convention Center. Basically, these friends were have fun until things turned deadly. Throughout this story you can enjoy Joey saying some  really interesting things.

No, I am just freezing my eyebrows.

Oh My Goodness! What is going on?

What the hell is going on?

We are stuck in here forever and we are all going to die!

That sounds good. And can we go to a place with chicken and mashed potatoes because that is what I am craving.

What is posted right now is a "skeleton" for the true story. I will not give context to these phrases because it might give away the story. If I gibe the context, it might give away the mystery

I know you said one character, but my other story Men of Letters, was strange by itself. Like some of the things that happened are strange. My two characters, Ricky and Ryland, find themselves in a bit of an issues after they were doing what thought was good.

Also, how am I going to drink he tea while lying down

No, it is fine. I went along with it. Did I crack my phone?

From most of my stories, as many people may know, I put pretty weird things into them and strange quotes. 

• “One, will I make it there safely, without having to find out if you are strapped, and two, how far you live, because you may live far, and for someone in my state of health, I don’t want to overdo it with walking…”

• “You have that choice now: life or death. Isn’t your love for me stronger than death? Let me take care of you, this is how we can be wedded. I want to give you all that I am, and all I have to offer. I adapted to your world as best I could, was with you through it all, wouldn’t you do the same for me?”

• “Relica, some things hurt to speak of. I left my past in the past, buried it like a corpse with an unmarked grave, never to look back. I don’t want to ever speak of such things. I understand your curiosity and concern; I just can’t talk about it…”

• “Contrary to what you think you already know, or have witnessed in the movies, or read in books, vampires are an advancing species, which is why our species has not gone extinct. We have evolved with the times, and new technologies that we have adopted and produced ourselves.”

• “What do you mean? What do I want from you? It’s not about what I want from you, I love you. It’s about what I want to give you. I want to make a life with you, why can’t you understand that? Do you resent me that much? Then why did you accept this gift, -this lifestyle?”

• “Is this your version of play fighting or foreplay?”

• “You are dead,” he told me. “That is a power in itself, with no reflection, no need of heat to live, only blood and dark, two things humans tend to fear or be repulsed by; that in and of itself is a power.”

• “Own what you feel…” he said. “And then feel the pleasure of the pain…healing.”

• “My purpose for living is to love you.”

• “You are all the beauty that lies in death,” he whispered in my ear…

• “Something I have always wanted, but have not the capability to create or give you. This life in you is a gift, and as long as your blood courses through her veins, she is a child of mine, as you are created by me, she too, -half of her -exists through me as well… she too, is my descendant… I know there is another… And another half of her not akin to us, or what we are… I suspected another man -human…but with a heartbeat so expeditious, I doubt it… I know not beast or demon-”

• “I wanted you to, Nia. Nothing has to change, I still love you, and I will love and protect all my generations, no matter what form they may come in… you are blood of my blood, love of my love. When will you understand, I mean you no harm and only long for your happiness in whatever way I can bestow it?”

• “Does he fuck you like this?”

1.) "Aric, don't!!" shouted a vampire lord as he calls out to a mortal soldier, who stands near a bright light. "Is this really worth it?! Sacrificing yourself just to save these mere mortals?! Join me, and live by my side. I'm giving you a chance here, Aric! . . . Aric? Aric, no!! NO!!! . . . . ARIC!!!"

2.) "I do not know," reported Salia. "But when I sent a group of my best fighters out to slaughter them one came back saying, well . . . unusual things."

"What kind of unusual things? And what do you mean one came back? What happened to the others?" questioned Mallor as he sense an uneasiness coming from Salia's voice. Salia began as everyone stared at her. "The soldier that came back reported that the others have been killed before they even got near the city. She says everyone was killed by . . . a boy."

3.) "So you're the same clock maker from two thousand years ago? But how are you living?" asked Mallor as he stood up cautiously. "And how do you know who I am? We've never met."

"True. Let's just say I've been told about you," answered Ratio as he coldly glares down at the Count with his mechanical eye. "Like you, I'm not exactly human. I'm a being with a purpose."

4.) Ratio chuckles as he grabs Prankster's wrist with his right arm. "I like tricks. Let me show you mine."

This is a story of mine about a vampire lord, named Vance Mallor, who awakens fully recovered after being almost killed by the Great Hero, Aric Ulzaré, during the Great War. They were once close friends. Now Count Mallor tries to rise his reign again, ruling and terrorizing with an iron fist, when he hears word of a rebellion against him, rumors of a powerful champion, powerful enough to end Mallor's reign. During the story Vance will recall memories of his past with Aric and how everything connects with his current situation and these new "heroes" he meets. This is a story about a villain and his side of the story. The first quote on this list is the very first thing you will read on my story if ever published.

"Frankie does what I want because I took a picture of his thing with my mouth on it. I told him if the police see it, he will go to jail forever and ever. My fairy godmother told me to do this because boy's things are special and you can use them to make boys do what you want."

-- Desiree Beaufort, age five.

"I visited a bar." His mother continued, with a blank expression on her face. "I had never been in a bar before. I had never drunk anything stronger than wine. I walked in, and ordered a Cosmopolitan, because that was what Carrie drinks on Sex and the City, and right then I didn't want to be me. I didn't want my life. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be a sophisticated, independent woman. As I drank the Cosmo, my standards lowered, from sophisticated, to horny."

-- Ernest's mother's confession

"There are things you may have thought are just myths and legends, that are real. There are things you have never heard of that are real as well. There are things you could not imagine or even conceive of that are real. Everything you know about the world will change as of today, your entire way of perceiving reality will change as of today. You will believe impossible things."

-- Larry Ashavan of Chalice

"Marco, you didn't kill a five-year-old girl. She was already dead. You killed the demon that killed her and wore her corpse as a skin."

--- Larry Ashavan of Chalice

"We realize it will take you a while to absorb this. You just fell down the rabbit hole, so it will take some time to recover. You can go home, sleep on it, mull it over. You may tell your husband partial truth; that you are considering a new job working for security and special assignments for the Catholic Church. Nothing about demons and angels, of course, unless you want him to think you are mad as a hatter. By the way, your salary will be double what you are making now, and we have an excellent benefits package. Who needs medical insurance when we have faith healers! Seriously, though, we do provide medical insurance."

-- Larry Ashavan of Chalice

"Yes, he felt lonely. Not just in being alone, but in feeling that he would always be alone. That all of life is meaningless and empty. Even the thought of love is impossible. All one can hope for is meaningless carnal escapes, like having sex with Mr. Jennings in his bio lab during his free period. Just feeling the warmth of his body against mine is like a drug, helping me forget my problems. My neighbor has a loud dog that prevents me from sleeping at night. My father is dying but I can't even grieve for him, I can only worry about the huge medical bills that now fall on me to pay. I put some of my father's meds in the dog's food, and I haven't heard him bark in two days. But when Sam Jennings' huge cock is inside me, I just don't give a damn about anything. I don't care about my dad, or the bills, or the dog, or Sam's wife, or the fact that this is not love or anything close to love. It is stress relief, and that is all I need."

-- Ernie's teacher, Ms. Driscol, explaining J Alfred Prufrock.

"I never knew your mother or your biological father. I was working demolition on an old church, doing a final check for homeless and drug addicts living there before we detonate. I saw a woman running out of the building. I didn't chase after her. As far as I was concerned, she was in there, and now she was not, my job was done. I continued checking to see if anyone else was hiding in the church when I found you. You were right in the pulpit. You were just a baby, you were smiling, silently. Not a worry in the world."

-- Danny McCabe to his adopted daughter Mallory.

"I'm not in love with Vance anymore. I still have a form of love for him and always will, but I find it difficult to live with him. I am a person with few needs, while Vance is very emotionally needy. He needs more time and effort than I have to give- and that was long before the accident. He is emotionally dependent and I value my independence. I was planning on asking Vance for a divorce, but then he got shot. That made me feel like I was stuck. Vance needs me even more than he ever needed me, so I feel I cannot abandon him now, but every day I am with him I love him less and less. I guess I am not the kind of person to be married. I am not a half in search of a whole, I am whole on my own."

-- Detective Marco Tzedek

"I'm guessing when you ask what I am you don't mean a hot young black guy with a big dick," said Darnell. "Come on, you looked. And by the way, even though you are kind of a creepy walking corpse, you are a damn hot creepy walking corpse. Assuming you don't want to drink my blood, I would totally bang you. Or you bang me, whatever. On second thought, I might be ok with a little blood drinking."

-- Darnell Nobody to the Alien recruiter

"Morality is when you don't do something because you know it's wrong. False morality is when you don't do something because somebody told you it's wrong, and you have no clue what makes it wrong. The reason you don't run around killing other people is because you know it's wrong, deep in your gut, it feels wrong. The reason you don't let a willing stranger give you a blow job even though you really want them to is because someone told you it's wrong. You know that it would feel good, but you don't do it anyway."

-- Darnell Nobody

"A strange-looking general in a secret military organization is telling the invisible boy about ancient aliens. Nothing wrong with any of that. I get it, I accept it. This is my normal now. My whole life is chock full of weird, so I don't think I have any skepticism left."

-- Darnell Nobody

*********

"Two plus three is five." said the woman. "If two plus three can be anything other than five, what would you want it to be?"

"That makes no sense," replied Mallory. "Two plus three has to be five. If it is not five, then all of the mathematics falls to pieces. You just can't make arbitrary decisions like that."

"Try, sugar. Get creative."

"You mean like two is a couple, and three is their children, so together they make a family?"

"Yes, very good." The woman was about to take the box away, but Mallory stopped her.

"No, that's not good. We will have to find a solution that is creative but still makes rational sense. It must be consistent with the rest of mathematics. You said two plus three, and plus is defined as addition. We cannot alter math, but we can alter words in the English language. We will re-define the word 'plus' to mean combine two operators by place value, so two plus three is twenty-three. Since addition is still critical, we will use the word 'add' from now on when we would have used 'plus'."

"Wonderful girl, wonderful." said the woman. She removed the box and left the room.

*********

"Things happen for us, not to us; when we see the beauty in the plan as we look behind us, we can also find strength and wisdom in the path before us."

"In life, some mathematical equations are meant to have error in order to get to the correct solution."

"Your mind is creating a specific view of reality for a very specific reason. In order to manage this process you must remain constantly connected and forever flexible about all of your thoughts and perceptions, and thus all the beliefs you hold. You must remain in a reality with liquid borders and moveable truths."

"Imagination is a sword, not a toy."

"I knew you girls were divinely struck and influential, but I did not know the consequences of those gifts. When people get around you Lizzie, they change."

"They are literally working around the clock to explain you; explain what most of them would prefer to label as anomalies. Simply put, they have no way to explain what they are calculating."

"The parts of your mind which are not yours, the thoughts which you did not think, they are your guidance from here, from the white energy."

By P.I. Barrington

"Miss Tate…Elektra if I may…although your method of payment on the last trip was very enjoyable, payment for a permanent seat on this ship warrants something a little more…valuable. No offense intended." Quentin Richart gave her a greasy smile.

"I can shoot." Elektra didn't smile back.

"You? The mother of a small child?" Richart snorted in disbelief.

"I wasn't always the mother of a little boy."

"I still find it difficult to—"

The lights above his head shattered before he saw what happened. Elektra held up the gun in her hand, elbow resting on the other arm. She'd confiscated the gun in her childhood. It was old but still effective.

"Need another example?"

"No!" Richart laughed out loud. "That is enough proof and enough payment—as long as you don't shoot me!”

****

She didn't know much but she knew when someone was bad. And the man who carried her over his shoulder like a sack of garbage was bad. He scooped her up ignoring her terrified screams and slapping her face until she shut up as he ran through the piles of filth that lined the streets of Garbage City. She tried to resume screaming but her body bumped up and down on him so hard she could barely breathe and concentrated on that for the moment. At last he stopped running and flung her down at the end of an alley where she hit the ground with a lung shattering thump. For a moment everything went dark and when she could see again her clothes were ripped apart and his hands were touching her roughly everywhere. Too terrified to make noise she struggled to no avail and even biting him did not help. When he knelt over her undoing his pants fear gave way to fury and she glimpsed something protruding from one of his pockets. She quieted for a moment and she could smell and feel his rancid breathy laughing over her. She waited for the opportune moment and the grasped the only thing that might come to her rescue.

"You are bad." She said in a small angry voice. "You are very, very, bad."

He laughed again until she pointed the gun at his face. He tried to swat it out of her hand but wrath made her aim precise. She pulled the trigger making his hand and arm snap back and he screamed with pain, staring at the hole in his wrist.

"You little—" He tried to lean over her again but she sat up and pointed the barrel at him again.

"No. You are bad." She pursed her lips solemnly and aimed for his shoulder.

When he screamed the second time people's heads appeared in their windows and by the fifth scream many ran into the alley to see what could make a grown man sound like that. None dared approach her as she stood over him gun still in her hand, frowning and breathing hard. He looked at the gathering his face imploring.

"Catch this bitch! Look what she did to me! God damn it don't let her go! Look what she did!"

No one moved.

"Catch her for God's sake! She—"

"No!" she cut him off. "He is bad. He tried to do bad things to me. He is bad." She never took her eyes off him and even took a step toward him. "If you ever do bad again I will do more bad to you."

He tried to sit up and she shot the ancient cobblestones near his knee. He screamed again and managed to scramble to his feet fast enough to avoid being shot at again. He looked around the crowd with wild eyes until he realized none there would help him. "She's a crazy little bitch! You'll be sorry you let her live." He backed out of the alley never taking his eyes off her and the gun. "You'll be sorry. You'll all be sorry! Bitch!" he spat at her feet and then turned and ran.

She faced them all, gun dangling in her hand waiting for reaction. None came. They slowly turned away and went back into their three room apartments silently until no one was left. No one said a word, no one berated her for bad behavior, all turned away silently as if she was a disease not to be discussed openly. At last she stood alone in the full nightfall; building high piles of trash giving off horrific stench as they cooled from the searing daytime heat. She gazed down at the weapon in her hand and knew it was her best friend. She shuffled among the filth until she found a niche carved into a wall and crawled down into it, covering herself with trash and cradling the gun in her arms.