Airshipping Is MagicThe morning air was crisp and cool with barely a breeze blowing. The sky was crystal blue, and the rays of the sun played lazily across the green countryside. It was the perfect day, thought Twilight Blimple, for a flight.Airshipping Is Magic5 years ago in Short Stories
The little purple sparkly blimp slowly rose into the air, enjoying the wind as it played across her surface. Her propellers spun into life as she turned in a westerly direction, the fluted spire that jutted out from her control deck pointing the way.
Twilight wasn't a big blimp. Her gasbag was large but stubby, her fins small and protruding, and her purple gondola cabin was slung almost apologetically underneath. Growing up as a little balloon in the big city she had always been jealous of the other airships, who always seemed to be more graceful than she. But soon study had paid off.
Today, she was on an important mission. Today she had to ferry vital medical aid across Airquestria. A hailstorm had hit the town of Hull, and puncture repair kits were urgently needed.
It's a Small World, Over Here and Over ThereHistory as we understand it is not a simple straightforward narrative. Dear God, no. History is more than just a chronicle of past events, it's a mind-bogglingly complex mechanism made of vast interconnected components, each comprised of everything from individual action to era-appropriate prejudices; from disparity of resources to cultural evolution; from religion to warfare; from art to politics; from reverence to tradition to open defiance of tradition and the conflict thereof.It's a Small World, Over Here and Over There1 month ago in Editorial
Typically, there are two popular and diametrically opposed approaches to history. There's the common "Great Man" theory, which focuses all the thrusts and revolutions and actions of any historical context on individuals, giving them credit for vast movements or perhaps giving too much credit to individuals who happened to be in the right place at the right time. This is the theory that would have you think George Washington and his cabinet alone were the supreme architects of the American R
Bury the ChildBury the child in a broken coffinBury the Child5 years ago in Free Verse
with an empty censer, for who will pray?
You killed her with your bloody hands;
she starved for the food you stole.
She was your child, so beautiful,
with a sweet and untrained voice,
yet most who saw her told you
that she'd make the world rejoice.
When the winter came, she faded away,
shadows of monsters in clouds of steam
from the fires crying out in the hearth
drawing you back you back to your home
where they would tell you:
"She doesn't exist, there is no child.
Monsters and visions are lies.
All poets are dead to the world
and hope won't feed the stomach.
Hearts are not for dreaming,
only for your blood."
Oh dreamer, why did you listen to them?
You returned to find her gone.
To the place that you had stolen away to,
hiding the child in the snow.
Bury the child in a broken coffin,
who will pray for the golden dream?
Will you notice the phoenix,
Will you remember me?
Alternative Solutions (My first Steampunk)Alternative Solutions (My first Steampunk)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"There's GOT to be a way around it," Sherlock raged softly from his corner of the flat, lifting his magnifying goggles away from his eyes to rest in a tangled black nest of curls. The tiny chart of the underground facility stared elusively back at him, its secrets no less divulged than they had been an hour ago. "But there's nothing for it," Sherlock sunk into a state of lamentation in his armchair, legs outstretched until his saddle-print boots nearly intruded on John's personal space.
"The bases are air-tight, not even Mycroft could sneak someone into one of them. They've got double and triple backups on everything, a checkpoint every three yards. There's no way in and no way out without being privy to the fifty-digit sequence of a puzzle that only their approved pilots have memorized."
John looked up over his bulky newspaper, one eyebrow quirked.
"Not that I couldn't easily memorize it, of course," Sherlock snapped hastily as he glanced at his fobwatch for a split second, "But the p
TF Challenge Week OneDAY ONE: AD LIB/ CHOOSE YOUR OWN TF STORYTF Challenge Week One1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It's a cool, rainy night in Richfield, and though the storm outside is building Michelle, Shelly and Greg are staying together and watching a movie. Shelly has a cup of tea in her hand, clad in sweats, and is comfortable.
"Ugh... why won't they just arrest Tom Hanks already?" Shelly muttered.
Michelle hushed her. "Shh! Do you still think it's him? Besides, they're about to find out who murdered the pope."
Greg shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself. "You both should really read the book."
They cut to a clip of the slowly ticking anti-matter bomb located in the depths of Vatican Hill. Then, a blast of lightning boomed outside - and the house went dark.
"Aaugh!" Shelly screamed first. The shattered splash of the coffee cup came next.
"Waaugh! Shelly?" An altogether brief moment of silence. "Shit."
"Nobody panic, huh? It's just a power outage..." Greg tried to be
No More Floating BluesSee those airships coming in, babe, floating down from the blue.No More Floating Blues1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics
There was a time for floating, and that time is through.
I was out there in Montana, I was under that big sky.
The thought of you here in the city made me sit and sigh.
Baby, let's go out for breakfast, there's a place just up the block.
They'll serve you anything you like, and we can sit and talk.
Anyone who sees us will say there are two good friends.
And we know that is true, but that is not where it ends.
We can go to the theater when the evening arrives.
We can get lost in the play and found in our lives.
This is not a phase I'm in, a temporary stage.
My life's an open book, with your name on every page.
A great storm is coming, no mistaking the signs.
Time to moor every airship and check all the lines.
The Adventurer's LamentGive all my love to ages past,The Adventurer's Lament4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
To times of wealth and wonder;
To adventurers, to lands unmapped,
To pirate's loot and plunder.
Tell history to wait for me,
Though I am far and gone
There's one path left for me to take
Before my journey's done.
I sailed these skies once like a king,
In search of gold and glory,
My body strong, mind clear and sharp,
Pursuing airship quarry.
Alone, I flew the seven seas,
And countless distant lands;
Mount Kailash and the Himalays,
The cruel Saharan sands.
It was the world of yesteryear,
With mountains white and wide
With deserts shifting, sun ablaze
Which beat my weathered hide;
With ruins swallowed up by sand
And skies of high azure,
With tribes unknown and jungles deep,
With monoliths and moors.
Alas, the past's a quiet thing,
She ne'er speaks more than once;
The shining world I once knew
Has vanished into dust.
The clouds, once gold as angel's hair,
Now glower black with coal;
Below, a city indifferent, grim,
In fog as thick as wool.
Spec Ops: Over The Line and Down We GoSpec Ops: Over The Line and Down We Go2 years ago in Reviews & Guides
This is going to be a short review, and I mean short.
For those with their ear to the ground in gaming, it’s likely you’ve heard of Spec Ops: The Line. It was 2012’s critical darling, beloved even by everyone’s favourite video game critic misanthrope, Yahtzee Croshaw. You might even remember that I named it as my favourite game of the year.
I remember when I first played it... I felt shocked to the bone, like I had been sucker punched, knocked into unconsciousness and then awoken with a bucket of ice cold water. It was a haunting, mesmerizing experience, and by God could I go over every detail of its narrative all day... but that would be spoiling, and this is a game that needs to be experienced in order to truly convey properly what sort of beast we're dealing with here.
I’m writing this review so I can have one horror game to add to my Halloween review quota. Make no mistake, this is a horror game. It’s a horror game in
Negeyari's Begining Chapter 9Chapter 9Negeyari's Begining Chapter 97 years ago in Fantasy
Above the fishing village of Najalka two massive airships hovered ominously, blocking out the sun and creating a shadow on the village below. The civilian air ship and large armed military airship communicated with their signal lamps continuously as they grew closer. The smaller civilian airship then turned towards the open land around the farms, as the military airship
hovered in place above the village. "Its landing!" "Why are they here?" "Are they here to take away Negeyari?!" many of the villagers began shouting as the airship lightly touched down in a field devoid of trees just outside the village.
"Come on Negeyari... hiding you would be pointless..." Nahal said with a serious tone.
The little naga still amazed by the flying machines finally came to realize why they were here, "Th-they're not going to take me away are they?" she said in a panicky tone.
"I won't let that happen..." Nahal replied with a grim look on his face. Nahal led the way as Nege
SMBZ Smithy Saga Ep 1SMBZ Smithy Saga Ep 14 years ago in Drama
In an open field of grass with yellow and orange hills and different tall colour mushrooms, Mario is waiting under a ?-Block just as the loading bar finishes loading and then notices it was time. He jumps up as a coin moves out of the block and is then caught in his hand as he puts it away. “Let’s-a-go!” He said as he then gives a thumb’s up.
Paranoia Agent, or Why Satoshi Kon Hates KawaiiParanoia Agent, or Why Satoshi Kon Hates Kawaii2 years ago in Academic Essays
Some satire doesn’t translate well in other countries. Oh, sure, some satires are more universal than others. Best example that immediately comes to mind? Network. You don’t need to come from a specific cultural or political backgrund to “get” a movie that’s about the corruption of news media. Believe you me, that isn’t exactly unique to America.
But some satires are more culturally specific than others.
This is to provide context for what I’m about to say next, to “soften” the blow, if you will. Ahem.
If you didn’t understand Paranoia Agent, it’s okay. You didn’t get it and that’s fine. I assure you, this is not an insult. I mean no disrespect. I hate to sound smug and condescending, but it says nothing about your intelligence if you don’t “get it.”
Whenever I mention Paranoia Agent, it’s inevitable that someone will comment, “I watched
The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)I.The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
We fly through the thunder and lightning,
The aether-gods crossing their arms.
Around us the streams howling frightening,
The airmen are holding their charms.
Our mighty propellers rotating,
The steam engines powering up.
The stormwinds are tearing the plating
And sparks fly from every hub.
The airship is riding the tunnel,
The nimbus clouds devious black.
Before us, we're seeing a funnel,
Above it, the sky pirates flag.
Our captain is yelling his orders,
The motors are drowning his words.
We're reaching the aether storms borders,
Followed by fast iron birds.
Their gunners are opening fire
And screeching the sirens resound.
We raise our cannons up higher
And into their broadside we pound.
Two airships with full speed colliding,
The steam-planes are dancing around.
On up-drafts the two vessels gliding,
Below us the far away ground.
We circle like harriers preying
And biding our time to attack,
Until, while their whole ship is swaying,
Our cannonballs hitting their d
AphroditeLightning crackled in seven hues across Serpentine's faceted flight visor. The steering yoke buffeted against her thighs with the eastward winds. She gripped the stick with a gloved hand, and reached up to grab the speaking tube.Aphrodite5 years ago in Short Stories
"Doc! Whatever you're going to do, do it fast!" she screamed into the brass funnel, "the Everstorm will chew us up if we stay here much longer!"
As if to prove her point, the Aphrodite lurched like a kicked-over watering can against the storm-wracked winds. The starboard rotors missed a beat, and Serp's stomach jumped into her throat. It was a long way down into the Maw, and she was flying without backup pinions; the winds would only shred them.
Serpentine's urgent plea pulsed down the magnetic reverb tubes to ring like a funeral bell inside the Aphrodite's tiny cargo basin, made tinier by the metal slab bolted to the basin's deck. Crammed into the small space between the slab and the portside bulkheads was a chickenbone of a man with wild, red h
Death Battle: Ghost Rider vs. LoboDeath Battle: Ghost Rider vs. Lobo6 months ago in General Fiction
Felicia: The arguments have been made, the data complied and the conclusion reached. I should know. I’m a scientist.
Cecilia: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Death Battle.
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“Off the Beaten Track” was just your average off-highway dive for bikers and truckers, an alcohol-infused oasis for weary travelers. At least, on better days, it would be. On this night, however, one might have noticed a few trucks piled atop one another in a twisted, scrap metal version of jenga. A few motorcycles – some choppers – were smashed into balls of scrap, while a bike of unknown make rested outside the bar untouched.
The only sound that could have been heard would be the sound of boisterous laughter… and maybe a few fearful whimpers.
Inside, patrons were affixed to their seats, as a pale skinned burly man – who looked like a genetically engineered hybrid of Gene Simmons
Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink TeaSpike walked into Mare Cranston's, a small, quiet building with a quaint wood motif and cozy lighting that gave just the right ambiance to its shelves, which were filled with a wide variety of teas both common and exotic. The shop was known for carrying obscure, unpopular, or otherwise difficult-to-find brands, and it was the only store in Canterlot- or, indeed, within a one-hundred mile radius of Ponyville- to sell Twilight's favorite tea, an odd blend called Old Grey whose taste would best be described as bookish if "bookish" were a word one could reasonably apply to beverages.Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink Tea4 years ago in Short Stories
Spike walked up to the shop's counter and waved at its cashier, a lanky colt with a dull orange coat. "Hey, Leaves. I'm just gonna grab a couple boxes of Old Grey, alright?"
"No can do, Spike," Tea Leaves said, shaking his head. "We're all sold out."
"Sold out?" Spike said, giving the salescolt an incredulous look. "Don't be ridiculous. We both know I'm th
Dissidia Quotes: Cid HighwindCid HighwindDissidia Quotes: Cid Highwind4 years ago in Profiles
1. Hey, do you know who the hell I am?
2. Who the hell are you?
3. Get out outta my way!
4. You're starting to piss me off.
Low HP: Gonna cry on me?
Low HP: Pick yourself up already.
Strong Opponent: This is gonna be a big splash.
Strong Opponent: Whadda want?
Weak Opponent: Don't piss in your drawers.
Weak Opponent: Piss off already!
Warrior of Light: Does battle truly suit you?
Garland: A fool like you shames that name.
Firion: You're bit of a grouch, aren't you?
The Emperor: What and uncouth individual.
Onion Knight: You do know smoking is bad for your health, right?
Cloud of Darkness: Sink into the hazy darkness.
Cecil: It'll take a lot to put you down.
Golbez: Determinations must be part of that name.
Kain: Don't rush to die like a fool.
Bartz: Do you work with Crystals too?
Exdeath: Witness a true oblivion!
Gilgamesh: Too expensive of a habit for me!
Terra: Could you please watch your mouth?
Kefka: At least there's no banana suit this time!
Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 1Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 - by John "Basileus Ioannis"Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Another day and night passed on the Silver Highway, with no further sign of the Blackstonian invaders and their big, armored Charrs. Haergrim the ranger walked nearly wordlessly, despite all of Pana's efforts to engage him in conversation about the invaders, about Lord Heizmall, about anything at all. Haergrim was an elf of few words. He wasn't unfriendly toward the human girl, but just kept his cards close to his chest.
So Pana spent the time looking around to make sure they weren't followed, for any sign of danger, but found none. She also marveled at the beauty of the land. White birch and poplar trees lined this stretch of the Silver Highway, many birds sang their songs and criss-crossed overhead, and one evening she even saw a deer with tremendous antlers.
There were farms on both sides of the road now, the odor of hay and manure hanging in the air, and the occasional farmer and his wagon full of sweet smelling spring b
Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 rev 1Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 - by John "Basileus Ioannis"Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 rev 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
A cold sweat beaded on Pana's forehead as she slept uneasily, hiding under the cloth-covered table in the dark narrow corridor. She dreamt that Stengal the Weasel was chasing after her, with a horde of monsters behind him. Suddenly a huge black spider was in front of her, hanging in the center of a gigantic web, laughing at her. She recoiled, and tripped on something lying on the floor. As she fell, she turned over to see what it was. It was her father's dead body. His face was blue, and his Spatha was clutched in his hands across his chest. As she touched his face, suddenly his skin turned jet black, and he broke out in a big white toothy grin. He turned to face her. His eyes opened, and they were ruby red. He spoke to her, in a husky feminine voice, "Hey missy..."
"Hey missy," whispered Chawinda, shaking Pana gently. Pana awoke with a start and a gasp, hitting her head on the underside of the table. "Easy...it's time to go
LOK: Long Live The Queen ReviewLOK: Long Live The Queen Review1 year ago in Reviews & Guides
Hello everyone. Back again it seems with a new review of the latest Korra episode. Enjoy!
What I Liked
Oh yea, this was totally an ‘Asami rocks’ episode, and by god did I love it! Let’s face it; without Asami Korra would’ve ended up right in the Earth Queen’s hands, and later on it was she who both lead the fixing of the ship and the later creation of the sand-sailors. It was her ingenuity and cunning that ultimately saved Korra and the crew on the ship several times.
I dunno about you guys, but about damn time. Asami has had her moments, but sadly she is often forced into the background which is a massive shame because she is often the best teenager character in the Legend of Korra. This however was her episode to show off and remind us just how integral she is to the team.
Enjoy this Asami. You’ll probably be forgotten next episode
The Airship pilots
When I first started this episode I figured that the
Air Raid: A Steampunk Story "EEEHHHH...OOOOOOEEEEHHHHH......" I jerked up, grabbed my knife, and tugged my little sister to my chest. I rolled out of the bed to a crouch even before I was fully awake enough to think Air Raid. Slippers. Lana's feet would be cold and tug, tug, blanket off the bed. Glass might be flying. What else had the Masters at school said to do?Air Raid: A Steampunk Story4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The noise, the noise was loud. I curled up against Ammy, covered my ears, started to scream. "Make it go away, Ammy!" I managed to say before I started to sob. I hated the noise. It scared me. Always scared me. But Bear would make it better. He always made things better. I turned my head a bit to look at the bed, but Bear was gone. My breathing became rapid and panicky. "Where's Bear?" I needed him. Now.
"We have to go, Lana." Slippers flap when you run. It's really annoying. Blankets make it hard to see the door, which is even more annoying. And little sisters who don't run are the most annoying of all. Maybe the siren was jus