Negeyari's Begining Chapter 9Chapter 9Negeyari's Begining Chapter 98 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
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
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 There3 months 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)4 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
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
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.
Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.1Why had he chosen to do this? Surely it was a mistake to have made such a life-changing decision based solely on the answers which he sought... After all, what kind of Skypirate found himself working under the yoke of the military!?Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.16 years ago in Science Fiction
The sole reason that he had become a Skypirate in the first place had been to escape from the shackles in which his aristocracy bound him. He had yearned for freedom, he had needed the ability to escape, to release his airship from the docks and with the hum of propellers, disappear beyond the horizon. It had always been the need for freedom, to not be bound to the land like most people, which had made the Skypirates brothers in arms.
However, this was no longer the case for Count Louis de Theudubert or his crew. He would no longer be seen as a brother by the other Skypirates, not that he had been exceptionally popular before! The Count was generally a very forgiving, very merciful man who did everything possible to avoid bloodshed in his line of work while
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.
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
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!
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
The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)I.The Battle of the Tempest (Steampunk)1 year 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
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
Flight of the Valkyrie 2Its too bloody big! Theres no way we can fight off that kinda firepower!Flight of the Valkyrie 28 years ago in Science Fiction
What exactly are the Captains plans for this anyway? We run a frigate ship, how the hell does he expect us to go toe-to-toe with a Destroyer-class ship from the German Navy!?
Were not fighters; were privateers! Thats what those military bastards wanna call us anyway How could the Captain do this to us!?
The mess hall was a relatively small room on the lower deck of the gondola section of the airship, small enough that not all of the crew could gather there at the same time, but it made for some cosy conversations at least. The crew were clearly not happy, their anger fuelled by alcohol which they had managed to lift on the last mission and had forgotten to mention when logging the loot which they would be keeping in the report to the Royal Navy. The Count had given them free reign over it for tonight so long as the next day they were fit
To the Cloudscapes of Celephais“In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake he was called by another name.”To the Cloudscapes of Celephais11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
- H.P. Lovecraft, Celephaïs, 1922
Celephaïs! So high in light!
Your golden rooftops gleaming
In the sun, like dreamspheres bright,
And in the amber heavens beaming.
A shining diamond in the night,
When finally I'll reach you, dreaming.
Above the Azure SkiesPut your goggles down, my friend,Above the Azure Skies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
We're going on a trip!
Around the world and to it's end,
Inside my cosmic aether ship.
The engine starts and purrs content,
The steam filled boilers shaking.
The tinkered arms spread out and bend,
While my iron hawk is waking.
Far away, in open skies,
Where the westwind-falcon flies,
To the realm of floating lands,
Of unbound highs and drifting strands.
On shiny wings of copper gold,
We're gliding on the upwinds bold.
The abbey of the ravens waits,
The castle in the air.
And while the wind of fury fades,
We see the roofs of Steamtown flare.
Countless buildings fill the sea,
The ocean of the stars.
And while the clockwork ticks with glee,
I'm raising altitude and bars.
To the gates of dawn we ride,
Through dark horizons in the night
And brave into the newborn day
Across the bridge of it's first ray,
Until we reach the southern banks,
Of the land of cats and fangs.
The unbent twin peaks rising up
Above the jungle isles.
And while I drink my tea, a cup,
Death Battle: Gordon Freeman vs. Boba FettDeath Battle: Gordon Freeman vs. Boba Fett3 years ago in Short Stories
The Master Gentleman: The discussions have been had, we’ve gone over every step of the way, and the contestants are ready to go.
Prisoner: Hey, remember our deal.
The Master Gentlemen: I remember. At any rate, let’s sit back and enjoy the show as these two silent titans of awesome get themselves into a DEATH BATTLE!
In the war-torn streets of City 17, Doctor Gordon Freeman was about to have the fight of his life. The Combine’s higher ups had paid top dollar for the greatest bounty hunter for the galaxy, a man used to taking down so-called “heroes” for a fee. After a day or so, Boba Fett now had the scientist and resistance leader in his sights.
They stared each other down, the wind providing dramatic effect by lightly blowing Fett’s cape.
Neither said a word.
They didn’t need to.
Gordon shot first.
He squeezed a few rounds of the 9mm, but watched with mild dismay as they harmlessly bounced off the bount
1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 1) 'Aagck!' I barely managed to stifle a cry of pain. In a momentary lull, I had leaned against the steel pillar, forgetting the burning sun had made it--and, indeed, most of my surroundings--uncomfortably hot to the touch.1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
In my newest pursuit, I found myself paying my first visit to Copper Creek's airship dock. It was a rather impressive sight to behold; airships of various shapes and sizes were lined up along the skyward equivalent of a pier. In place of an anchor, each ship was held into place by a harness made out of steel poles and cables, keeping it suspended some distance above the ground.
And yet, something wasn't quite right. I had expected the dock to be bustling with people, preparing for journeys or just arriving in the city, as well as workers loading various goods onto cargo ships. Instead, there was barely anybody in sight, as though air traffic had taken the day off. There was one security guard at each end of
AirshipsThe city lights dim,Airships8 years ago in Free Verse
Shutting down for sleep,
Airships passing silently overhead
Passengers gazing out of diamond windows
At the darkness below
in a world of dreams
The sable cloak of night waves
as about their business go
the keepers of the dark
The watchers in the stillness
in the shadows
in the shadows' shadows.
Steam escapes from the chimneys
billowing upward to embrace the ships
Welcoming in a cloud of heat and tears
and copper piping.
What is made is not undone,
what is undone cannot be made,
In this city of darkness and dream.
And the people ever watch
as the grand design is played out below
in their forgotten memories
and shattered hopes.
A new world, a lost world found again
by the floating airships
And they float on, shadows quickly forgotten
leaving everything of value behind.
Airship Pirates - PrologueCaptain Arthur Kirkland stood alone on the bridge of his airship, the HMS Britannica, gazing absentmindedly out at the dark smudge on the horizon through his spyglass. The strong headwind tousled his tawny hair, and the warm, late afternoon sun stretched his shadow out into a long streak across the deck and turned the Mediterranean Sea rushing past miles below the ship into a dazzling expanse of silver.Airship Pirates - Prologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction
"I thought I might find you out here" came a familiar voice behind him, and Arthur turned slightly to watch his first pilot, Alfred Jones, emerge from the hatch in the middle of the deck, a pair of aviator goggles perched on his head.
"I certainly hope you have not left my ship unattended, Alfred" Arthur replied sternly, turning back toward the horizon again.
"Relax, old man, I let Peter steer for a bit. He's been dying to have a chance for ages now" Alfred said, leaning casually on the railing next to Arthur.
"Peter is irresponsible" the captain stated tonelessly. To be fair, Pe
Guardian Angels: A Report on the Modern AirshipPhillip PirripGuardian Angels: A Report on the Modern Airship3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
November 1, 2132
Technology has always played a crucial role in human history and has only grown more influential and intertwined with our daily lives as it progresses. However, as our past has proven, often some of our most incredible advancements have been born from or used to create conflict. The twentieth century saw countless examples of warfare and conflict leading to leaps in technology. Although one could list off the various weapons created in this time period, an interesting pattern emerged as the technology matured. Once purely destructive innovations became something more as we unlocked their constructive potential. Rockets and explosives formed the foundation for our space exploration programs, atomic weapons were soon reformed into energy providing reactors that illuminated our cities, and wireless networks designed for military communication evolved into the internet that we know today, among several oth
Airship Grigori: PrologueGreen eyes roved over the ballroom, taking in the sights and sounds of hundreds of people partying in true Victorian style. Elaborate dresses moved with ghostly grace, gem and cog incrusted masks hid pale, powdered faces with painted lips curled up in coy smiles. The small girl in the corner watched it all, her forest green eyes missing no detail, forgetting no face (or mask). Her watchful eyes latched onto a red haired man, waltzing across the floor with some woman she didn't recognize. His intelligent blue eyes were hidden behind a gold mask, and the young girl could see the woman's blush reaching her rather ample bosom. He was Spirit Albarn, New Death Haven's newest mayor, and as he waltzed deeper into the crowd, laughing, he was completely unaware of the two pairs of green eyes that followed him.Airship Grigori: Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Stupid Papa," the smaller girl growled, clasping her gloved hands behind her back. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up into two sleek pigtails, tied off with simple black bows (the gears tha