S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.
5. Make it easily understandable. Your story may seem obvious to you, but it might make no sense to people who read it. 4. Consistency is great.
Tpek and I followed the road to the main gates of Khea, two huge black iron doors standing out against the bleak stone walls.
It was the fifteenth day of our journey to the Abyss when I began to wonder what Tpek had been hiding from when I'd found him. He'd been in hiding for three years until I had tracked him down.
On a sunny day, Jack decided to go to the year 2112. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten about a time machine, which of course was at home, and left him rather stuck.
CHAPTER 4 On the ninth day of our journey, we stopped at a small, dirty backwater town called Ortien.
CHAPTER 2 "Alright," Said Tpek, "We'll discuss this in my room. No need to risk anyone hearing us." As he led me upstairs, into a light, airy but slightly shabby room.
Like an assassin's dagger, lightning flashes to earth, cracking ancient trees and shaking rocks down from the bleak mountains. My forests. My mountains. I won't let them be broken by this storm.
#flashfiction He left to fight his demons. He lost..
#flashfiction The colours shift. We're in a mind of madness..
Time for another Tpek story I think... CHAPTER 1 The search had been hard, but I had finally managed to track down the thief.
#nightdwellers Seas of back and white and grey, Rise of Night and fall of Day. I look around as the colours fade, From white to a much darker shade.
Asking what he's meant to do, When the truth's just another path to choose, 'Cause he's fallen to my knees here, And he has everything to lose. We shouldn't be trapped in lies.
Up on the darkness, High on the moon, Silver bright footprints Lie in the gloom. 5... Orbiting earth, With a silvery glow, Holding great secrets That we do not know. 4...
Dear everyone on Opuss, There's no point getting upset because one day, one cheat gets to top of the day.
#gothamwar In the streets of Gotham Protected by a Bat, There lurks a new villain, And I like to wear a hat. My name's Mad Hatter, I have lots of tricks. I'm a bit eccentric, Some people call me...
Humankind searching On our knees in the chaos Looking for meaning..
Around me. Circling. Like knives. Twisting. Laughter in cruelty. Grinning. They are so joyful in their malice. My punishers. My liberators. Singing. I am surrounded.
This is the Smoking Room, do take a seat. Strange people are gathered in a small room. The smell of leather and thick cigars is almost overwhelming .
Never again to bow to that throne, Never to live a life I don't own. Never to love but not to believe, Never to be consumed by my needs. Never again. Now is the end.
The sky scares me. It seems so open, so empty and devoid of life and colour. Down here, there are lush forests, wild planes and mountains, shrieking with wind.
Darkness Cool Silent Dreams I slumbered. Stirring Wakeful Restless Alert I...
The Phoenix dances across the sky, blazing the atmosphere with fire brighter than the Northern Lights, rays of molten gold in the night.
I go higher, higher, flying on wings of pure, golden flames. I weave through and over cloudscapes, over tiny cities with little people moving about their little business, like ants.
This is my 200th post, quite a landmark for me. I found this app in the "featured" section of the App Store, about 8 months ago.
Everything must go. Buy to fill the hole, The gaping gap within Your worthless little soul. 'Cause we're just paid, And we just buy, We all stack shelves Until we die. Why. It's simple.
Someone out there, Calling to me, "Come and meet me, I shall meet thee." Someone out there, Showing the way, Leading me to The light of day.
"Can you hear me?" I shout it to the distant, cold galaxies. I shout it to the bleak night sky. I shout it to anyone, anything that will listen. But I'm alone here. Everyone else went away.
It's all ... Things. Things and Stuff. It can't change. I'm stuck, looping. It's so boring. So dead. A standing corpse, stiffening where it stands, the broken reality where we live.
Unnecessary exclamation marks annoy me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. There is no particular reason for this, but it just a thing that gets on my nerves!!!!!.
The nobles walk around the king's court, like vultures gathering around the diseased carcass of some long dead animal.
I'm wondering if there's Opuss for android, so I could use it if I changed my phone, or if my phone broke. If not, is it possible to use it on PC?.
"Is anyone out there?" I issue my daily cry to the universe. But the only voice that responded was the feeble echo of my own voice. I can hear the desperation in the sound.
Day -1 So here I am, lost in a maze of harsh fantasy. Everything here seems so... Vibrant. The colours reflected off the iridescent leaves seems to glitter with a hue all of its own.
You are all so small from up here. It is like I am a God.
#alias #halloweenparty As the scary night draws near, You may have reason to be in fear. For the alias I shall don Is "Overchill" - a fearful one.
As the Internet expands and becomes more used worldwide, the things it is used for are becoming more petty and stupid along with many of the people using it.
PROLOGUE First, there was the Wall. There had always been the Wall, towering over the Khea City Plane like a mountainous sleeping giant.
So now let's join the dance of Hallowe'en, Its all light and shadow and some between. Spinning, rocking, dancing , twirling, Cursing, casting, spells are swirling.
#colour Sinking Down Forever. Beauty So much beauty. Down these eerie waves Fornever.
I think we've taken a step too far. We've gone over the line we drew. There is danger where we are. We're out of the things we knew. We can't slow down now, we'll just speed.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
I've had enough Of needing to fake it So here it is: I just can't take it. The endless stream Of meaningless hate Your stupid attitude: You think you're great.
I've just discovered a new band called Thousand Foot Krutch. I discovered them on YouTube today. One hour later I owned their album, We End Where We Begin.
#emotion / I \ /Live\ /For the\ /Flame.
I've always thought that here on Opuss, our profile pictures say a lot more about who we are than our real faces do.
I must stay above the depths below, Struggling against the downwards flow. Can't breath, can't see, What will happen to me. Slowly sinking to my death, All I need is one more breath... #emotion.
Happy birthday, my old mate. Hasn't your life been really great. We'll enjoy the time we spend as friends, 'Cause you're one year closer to the end.
What if this place Is nothing more Than a dark idea Or a Metaphor.
Looking through my new eyes I can see the new day's sunrise, So brilliant, so wonderful, a bright new sea of gold To wash away my regrets and clear my sins of old.
There is a gap behind our eyes, An unfilled spot inside our soul. People try to fill it with pleasure - Sex and drugs and rock and roll. Where is the thing that will fill this gap.
I'm finally back from my holidays and ready to start writing again. I will try to do part 4 of thief and beggar and some poems tomorrow but today I'm knackered..
I'm going on holiday for a bit (yay, camping!) and won't have wifi for a week, unless I find a wifi cafe or something. So bye for a bit. .
The steel smile. Through it all. It does not make you happy, only tired. What would I do without you and your steel smile?.
Speeding and growing. A red ball in the sky. It's a red asteroid. Hope we don't d- #Red.
Lost in my own mind. Forgotten memories to find. Leaving the real world behind. The voices, the whisper in the dark. Broken thoughts flicker and spark. All around me, my ideas swirl and arc.
Sorry for my lack of posts today.
It is a truly British talent to be able to complain about any type of weather..
When I was young, on my life I swore, To be something different, to be something more. But as I grew older, my dreams were lost, Left cold and helpless to die in the frost.
"I think we owe you some explanations. Signia, this city, is the most corrupt, criminal, scum-filled gutter-hole from Djil to the Vexan Plains. But it's rich, really rich.
Happiness What is it. A thing (Un?)Attainable Its what I'm searching for H P I E S IS A P N S HERE ➡ ♥.
"Welcome to Signia, Tpek." Ryder's hoarse voice sounded in the room of the abandoned house that he, Tpek and Arys were currently occupying.
From now on on Opuss, I'm going to try and post two Opusses a day, one from my current short story series (the one I an writing now is called Thief And Beggar, check it out!) and one piece of more...
I'm the chain that binds Society I'm the thing that creates Poverty I'm the emotion changing Want to need I'm in evil hearts I am greed.
The dark figure slid stealthily from dark shadow to dark shadow. No one in Signia Jail had noticed. No one but the grinning thief, trapped in his cell. ...
Opposites. Or absences. Light. Dark. Life. Death. Happiness. Sadness. Love. Hate..
Run before you walk Act before you talk. Swim before you drown. Never slow down..
There comes a time when all you have left is hate. No anger, no pain. Just hate. Hate for the bullies that trod you deeper and deeper into the dirt that is now your life.
The final part of Hellbound (it is not very related to the plotline of Hellbound, but leads onto Tpek's next story... The thief's blackjack thudded into the guard's skull as he was knocked...
My dreams achieved, My dreams broken, Words said and done, Words left unspoken. Broken days, A failed try, A million broken Attempts to fly.
Shadow hope, hidden smile. Do not show you find life worthwhile. Hide your happiness, hide the grin. Hide the joy do deep within.
I can be a dreamer In the dark. You need no flame To make a spark. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me no hope. But whatever you tell me, I can cope. Who needs the light When you have it in your dreams.
This Opuss is a landmark in my Opuss career. - my 150th piece of writing on this truly beautiful little app. This is a list of my top 5 Opusses that I've written. 5. My poem "Men of Clay" 4.
This is shadow. That is light. This is grief. That is joy. This is hate. That is acceptance. Created in a place I don't belong, I have no words to fill my song. This is life. That is home..
Cannons in the sky, Music from the ground, The mountains sing like titans, The all-consuming sound. The song of faintest hope, The music of forever, It lives inside of us, Then, now, and never..
"Stop there." The One Who Influences spun round, meeting Tpek's eyes. Tpek almost took a step backwards.
Abandoned Opuss accounts always upset me. Users forget or become bored and within days this beautiful app can become redundant to even the biggest fan of Opuss.
Like a vengeful spirit, Tpek charged wildly along the road to Ansfold. He had no idea about what he was about to face, but he knew that whatever it was wasn't normal.
There is a world, Where grass grows blue, The sun shines dark, And Stonehenge is new. The is a world, Where people fight, Never questioning Whether they're right.
In a ditch next to the road from the town of Ansfold a body lay, a symbol faintly glowing on its seemingly dead hand. Walking slowly down the same road an identical man smiled.
Words can be used In a thousand ways. To be spiteful, Or make someone's day. A word is so much More than just noise, Dangerous, but Used like toys.
Inner anger, Inner shame, Inner battles, But outside's same. His face is gone, Hidden away, Hiding fears, All dismay. One day the Happy mask will fall, And the inner Anger consumes all..
Sorry I haven't posted for a few days, I'm having a bit of writers block at the moment. I'm trying to get Hellbound 6 out ASAP, but it may be a few days. Thanks to all my followers!.
There was an army, made from clay, In an Emperor's tomb they were buried away. An afterlife's fighting the army did toil, Locked away beneath the soil.
The Sun in the sky Shining beacon of light Inspire I'm not an experienced haikuer so please comment if I've got it wrong..
#OpussWings From the Abyss the creature crawls. It looks around the pitch dark landscape at the bottom of the sea and starts swimming upwards.
Tpek woke again in Hell. This time it was fiery. Not painful fire though, just the image of fire. But the image was bad. Tpek saw everything he loved burn. His family screamed.
The last banshee sung.
The One Who Influences considered Tpek the thief. He had put a lot of work into this human. The story was so... Satisfying. But it had taken a lot of work.
"Want another drink?" Asked Tpek, pushing a pint of beer across the table to the drunken man sitting on the other side. "Yeeargh," Slurred the man, swaying in his seat. Tpek grinned.
Today I reached 101 followers. Thankyou all my followers for your brilliant support of my Opusses. (A special thanks to @Zorua101 , my 101st follower). ✌.
Please read OBR final part & Hellbound - 1 before you read this. Tpek woke in Hell. It was not as he had always heard it, flaming and full of screams.
Tpek smiled. His submarine, an ancient contraption found in some mysterious ruins Tpek had found while fighting for his life in a violent game of death - the Opuss Battle Royale.
Three days. Three days of bloodshed. Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final".
In a land not far away, There lived a duck who liked to play His bagpipes from dawn 'til dusk, Much to all his friend's disgust. They formed a plan to make the bird Play some music they preferred.
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, Dark shapes in the night play with the faeries in the wood, We dare not go a-hunting for the fear.
Laugh Cry Smile Sigh Read Share Hope Dare -Opuss #tshirt.
Front - a picture of a paw Back - Everyone can write. #tshirt.
Front - The app is mightier than the sword. Back - Opuss. Beautiful words. #tshirt.
I wake up. Wiping my blurry eyes of sleep, I get up and start getting dressed. As I open my door, I see a small bowl of water along with a note in beautiful handwriting: I CAN HOLD MY BREATH FOREVER.
Sunset breaking hopeless dreams, This cold dead mind is full of screams. No end to the battles for this man's mind, The slaughter returns, no hope to find.