TODS Preview Chapter 11===A TALE OF DRIFTING SANDS===TODS Preview Chapter 116 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I waited for Eli and the rest of the company at 7:00 PM, I looked around the whole community governed by Davis Harrison High and noticed that the map consisting their society and the regions around them were much different and so I asked an expert in drawing maps if we could make a new map that combines ours and theirs. An artist named Phil agreed to do the task and began much work on it. Meanwhile, I noticed that some of the students within the community were still working together compared to where I came from, where there was much political strife. As I watched the society progress, a Dilophosaurus from the Jurassic Period was captured and was eventually domesticated into a mount for the scouting teams. It was said that the process turned out to very difficult for them, but successful nevertheless. I watched over my pet Eohippus, Waffles, as he met one of the Dilophosaurus with a friendly expression. The beast hissed at him, but was no
BJBB RP LOG: 10/20/14BJBB RP LOG: 10/20/141 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ryu || Dietrich || Desmond
Ryu: Walking into the F rank sector of the base, The redhead looked around the busy floor. "......Why am I down here again?...." He asked himself as he walks to a wall and leaned his back against it as he watched the new members talk and get to know each other. "Oh that's right......To help with any questions...." Sometimes it hurts to be one of the highest ranking members but it's not all fun and murder. Sighing heavily, he closed his eyes and went into a little form of meditation as he waited on someone to bother him.
Dietrich: He didn't think much about where he stood in life, or what was going to happen next. Trying to speculate on things like that would only end up depressing. It was much easier to just set a little goal up in the road ahead, and then walk towards it. Things got done that way. He didn't talk to others much. He didn't feel like socializing. Other rabbits sharing with each other where they came from and how they ended up i
The Player who Turned into a Character Michael Cooper was just finally getting off his shift from work, and getting ready to sit with a few friends of his. To him, they were his biggest fans, and would do anything to get him to play an extra session of a video game called, "Power Brawlers." This was mostly made under the supervision of one of the several women that were quick to label him as a pervert, because of the men he hung out with (who were admittedly mostly perverts). He was different. Sure, he'd notice a captivating woman, but this 20-year old would die before he would be wearing a "Pervert" label on his black shirt.The Player who Turned into a Character13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay guys," he said, as he led them into a room in his house, "Take your seats." They did so, as if to watch a movie at the cinema. He smiled, and thought of all the jokes his buddies would come up with (assuming they would come up with any). As soon as he popped in the game, the television displayed a logo, which almost looked like a sculpted woman dominating a wimpy
Age of Damnation: Cat's Chronicles Part I The sky was dark for the most part, you could see the moon shine down brightly more than ever. A small resistance outpost on the edge of the city. You were in one of the buildings, drinking tea with the resistance leader. It was a standard wooden cottage of sorts a midst several.Age of Damnation: Cat's Chronicles Part I 1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
It seemed fairly cold, but the fireplace made it all the more cosy, the air around you was peaceful for now.
Jameson, a man wearing a cap with blonde hair, wore a green military uniform. His jaw was chiseled and was sporting a scraggly beard, he looked as if he'd seen some tough times.
He spoke to you. "It's a nice night for a drink, eh?" You went on to tell him that-"More like a night for a kill"
One of the resistance members barged in through the door, he was all worn out and dirty. He was breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch his breath."They're here!" he shouted.
Immediately, explosions could be heard in the distance and echoing gunfire filled the air. Soon after, gunfire lit up the sky and could
Strike Team Bravo-21Strike Team Bravo-21Strike Team Bravo-2122 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the year 3099, all the members of Bravo-21 are aging, and in various positions of power in the UGF. They still keep close contact with each other, however, as their adventures several years ago forged them into close friends. During the first Cascon Incursion, Bravo-21 was one of the many hastily-organized strike teams that opposed Cascon forces wherever they could.
Col. Alexander Smith
A human commander, Col. Smith was the leader of Strike Team Bravo-21. He’s a tough, gruff military man with no room in his life for nonsense. But there’s no denying he’s a noble man with a hero’s heart. He has an Olympian foster daughter named Agatha who had lived in an orphanage that was under threat from an invading force of Cascon. Strike Team Bravo-21 with a detachment of human troops managed to hold the Cascon off until the children could be evacuated. After the event, Col. Smith adopted the Olym
Dino Attack: First AssignmentRookie agent Rex walked through the garage. All around him, engineers and mechanics worked on building and repairing vehicles, ranging from small ATVs to large jeeps. He also caught a glimpse of a massive tank that was being assembled, as well as a helicopter in the hangar above.Dino Attack: First Assignment36 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
An exalted sense of newfound purpose filled Rex's body with a sort of euphoria. He was now officially signed up as a soldier for the D.I.N.O. Attack, dressed in the standard black and grey uniform. He felt proud to be able to serve on behalf of the world. Now, he would have the power to bring the fight to the Mutant Dinosaurs that had rampaged across the planet. And now, he was assigned his first mission.
Rex found a small group consisting of three soldiers gathered by one of the jeeps. One of them was a man who appeared to be middle-aged, with a round face partially masked by glasses and a full beard. His features were soft and his eyes glinted with a hearty and
Space Dementia - part 3 It was many miles before I reached a town, and an actual town at that. It wasn't some community with a mere forty houses in the middle of a forest. The buildings were numerous, houses were close together, and there was no forest to block out the sky. That didn't necessarily lighten the mood, though, because the sun was still hiding, drowned out by a sheet of clouds. The town was painted in gray, all of the its structures stuck in a gloomy shadow. There were gas stations, clothes stores, grocery shops, all grayed out. Signs of life were everywhere, ranging from the smashed windows and doors to the pillaged shops. I took two backpacks from a store to carry any belongings I found, but there wasn't very much to find. Some of the convenience stores had been overlooked in favor of the larger establishments, but even those had a good portion of their goods spoiled or stolen. I stashed away whatever clothes and food I could in the backpack, as well as a feSpace Dementia - part 311 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The SlaveIt is funny how the good memories – the stuff you think you’ll cherish forever – come back to haunt your dreams. The little things, like the smile on your baby sister’s face and the sensation of your mother’s arms around you or your father’s stupid jokes, are what come back to hurt your soul. It is probably why I haven’t slept more than thirty minutes at a stretch for the past thirteen years. If I sleep, that is. The only time I sleep is when my insomniac spell cause a total system shutdown because my brain can’t take it any longer.The Slave17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the reasons they hurt more has a lot to do with the fact that I’m the reason I’m left alone with these memories. I’m the reason my family was executed and there is no sugar-coating it. It wasn’t a childish stint for independence or rebellion that lead to my family’s discovery. It wasn’t a damned accident. I went to the officials and told them where to find my family.
Opening the door for writers Part 5: FightscenesHello again everyone, this time we will focus on something exciting! we shall be going over how to Choreograph a proper fight scene.Opening the door for writers Part 5: Fightscenes1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For those who don't know, Choreography is the your composing a scene and the steps involved in that scene. One way to learn how to make proper and intense fight scenes is to watch movies, read books, or even play video games. No matter where you get the inspiration, applying them in the proper way is essential!
1)setting the stage for the combatants:
The First thing you want to do is make sure the setting for the fight is already established prefight, that way your audience will be able to imagine where the fight is taking place. This could involve setting up proper pieces of scenery such as fallen trees, large stones, a brick wall, or even old ruin. This will help immensely in helping your readers to envision the fight as it takes place.
2)Methods of combat and Strategy:
One thing to keep in mind when choreographing a fight scene is to always keep in min
(Fe)Male Thing (pt.3) Кайон Турлоу вгодив прямісінько у купу чогось дуже схожого на попіл та досхочу його наковтався. Треба ж було так попастися! А все ж почалося зі звичайного бажання зл(Fe)Male Thing (pt.3)14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Verdict - Character Bios - EmilyEmilyVerdict - Character Bios - Emily21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Appearance: Short, spiky white hair in a ponytail. Blood red eyes. 5’11 tall. Before her merging with black sun, she had black hair and blue eyes.
Black Sun Fragment: Anger, Hatred
Personality: Calm on the battlefield, prone to anger outbursts anywhere else. Very sympathetic to those she cares about. Very dependent on others for help and support.
Weapons: Quad retractable blades, two extend from her arms, the other two extend from her legs. Thus, her fighting style is very acrobatic and quick. She can also shoot the two blades in her arms out of their sockets at incredible speeds, however, they are attached to the suit by a thin line, which pulls the blade back into its socket, allowing her to do moves reminiscent of scorpion from Mortal Kombat. Each blade is hidden in the arm until it extends (it extends when the person wants it to, as the suit is connected to the user’s brain), as the blades are made with a special liquid metal that hardens into a b
BREAK (Dragonfly ch. 44)CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: BREAKBREAK (Dragonfly ch. 44)22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“In a month, the Convention of International Commerce will be coming together,” Gresham announced to his recruits, still fighting to catch their breath from a particularly brutal conditioning session. They had gathered in a haphazard lump in front of their superior. He was not happy with them. They had disappointed him again. “The president will be there. The success of this meeting will be pivotal for the future of this country. So, chances are the Conscience will want to show up too to tear everything apart.” He crossed his arms. “You must be ready by then. You have to have gotten a hold of yourselves, and you have to either have captured Kepler beforehand, or know how to take him down in seconds. Understand? No more breaking down. No more losing control.”
Open Your EyesEllen ducked behind a refrigerator that had fallen over as sweat dripped from her brow; unsure of how long she had been running. The building, with its endless hallways and numerous staircases, seemed infinite; there was no way she could escape. He; or it, was everywhere. It would be behind her, and when she would round a corner, there it was again.Open Your Eyes1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tried her best to control her breathing, but she was so exhausted; her lungs burned and her head pulsed. She heard footsteps echo in the room, and she looked for somewhere to run, but found she was at a dead end; nothing but the door she came through and two windows. She would have tried the windows, but they were barred; and who knows how far she had gone up after all those steps. She closed her eyes, hoping the clacking of its shoes on the tile would fade into the distance; but it didn’t fade, or get closer for that matter, it simply stopped.
The room was so silent she could practically hear her own heartbeat. She wanted to open
Verdict - Character Bios - BlakeBlakeVerdict - Character Bios - Blake21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Appearance: Unknown, 6’4 tall
Black Sun Fragment: Conscience
Personality: Level-headed, calm, intelligent, independent
Weapons: Dual retractable blades attached to his arms, he can detach them and use them as normal swords, or he can combine their hilts to form a dual-blade, cover one of the blades with its hilt to become a naginata, or cover both blades with their hilts to become a non-lethal staff. Each blade is hidden in the arm until it extends (it extends when the person wants it to, as the suit is connected to the user’s brain), as the blades are made with a special liquid metal that hardens into a blade shape in response to specific electrical signals. These blades are about the length of a longsword, the blade’s shape is that of a bayonet or katana. When detached, the hilts are very long, similar to that of a katana. The special metal and properties of these blades allows them to cleave through the toughest armor with ease, how Seraphim
Costs David’s blaster shrieks again and the grey-suited guard flies backwards, chest scorched and bubbling. I flick Nancy’s katana, but the ichor that looks like blood will not move.Costs13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My left foot completes the step I paused so I could shoot steady. I’m not sure how far I’ve come, but the woodwork seems more like that of a grand residence than ancient, hidden lair. Hopefully, I’m nearly outside.
We came to down in the dungeon quarter, where they keep people who’ve seen through their masquerade, but have no value to the crusade alive or dead. We were destined to become ration bars. Apparently when you mulch a human, all you have to do is add gelatine, oatmeal and a bit of grit.
We had no intention of being anything except a nuisance - or, more preferably, a nemesis. It took us twenty-six days to compromise the door mechanisms, and Trudi died to prevent the guard raising the alarm. We put her body on top of Marco’s and Sandra
Vignette: Introduction to Sandy (2200 words)In a residential neighborhood west of Syracuse, New York, a fifteen-year-old Kia pulled into a driveway. It had no self-driving capacity, wasn’t a hybrid, was missing two hubcaps and had one side mirror held on with duct tape. Still, it had managed the five-and-a-half-hour drive from Boston, which was all its owner had asked of it.Vignette: Introduction to Sandy (2200 words)23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A small, skinny girl (well, actually a young woman, but she looked distinctly girlish) in a knobbly sweater stepped out of the car. She had a clever, pretty face, thick glasses and a ponytail that flowed down to just past the small of her back. Her hair was a shade somewhere between ash-blond and mouse-brown, and had a gloss like an otter’s pelt.
She pulled two suitcases from the front passenger seat and gritted her teeth as she hauled them to the door, the loose heel on her right shoe slapping against the bottom of her foot at every step. Between them, the suitcases weighed about half what she did.
Her name was Sandra Symcox. Nine years ago, she
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 45 Wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm, she let out a relieved sigh." There!" she said with a smile. "Everything should be in working condition again and ready to go."Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 458 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Great!" he smiled back, closing the panel on his arm. He moved his fingers around, forming his hand into a fist a few times to loosen up the new parts. It felt good to have it working right again. "So, what was wrong with it?"
"A lot of the parts were broken. Some of them were just crushed, others were just broken in half. But..." She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her chin slowly. "What I found weird was all the corrosion. You been going swimming in the ocean lately?"
He reeled some at the accusatory look she was giving him. "No!" he yelled. "Of course not! I never get this thing wet. I even take it off when I get into the shower or bath."
"Then how do you explain what I found?"
"Could it be from sweat?"
Chafing and Strafing The sun is barely up and it’s over a hundred degrees out here. The humidity must be low as well, because I’m a dry bird in a wetsuit with hair that looks like rat-tails and a bad case of saltwater residue chafing everywhere. I am definitely in the right mood to do bad things.Chafing and Strafing14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ThunderChild pulse gun in my right hand is deceptively light. It can blow holes in things and people like you’d expect from a bazooka. Rather than something that looks like a carbon-fibre short plank.
Onto the deck and the refraction from the windows tells me that they are opaqued for the inside view. Someone likes it dark. I am a contrary bitch this morning, so my opening blast turns the window panel on the dawn side into several kilos of slivers and shrapnel. I’m not blind to the fact that being barefoot means I have just turned the interior of the room into hostile footing. That’s not actually a problem. Whatever is in there I have no desire to share air with,
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Dietrich || Enzo
Dietrich: He sat on the edge of his bed, one amongst several others. He seemed alone, once again. By himself, in spite of the others that regularly came and went or otherwise occupied the room. He tested his hand, moving his digits and flexing his palm within its wrapping. He felt no further irritation. The bandage could come off in the morning and it would be fine. As he sat at the edge of his mattress, his back to the rest of the room, he reached amongst his belongings and withdrew his journal, flipping it open to the front cover while it rested in his lap. There was some writing on the inside of the front cover. He read it over..several times..
Still slightly dizzy from his accident Enzo stumbled back to the room to lay down a bit. Stepping in he spotted the guy from earlier. Still didn't know his name. Wiping his hand off on his pants to be sure they were free of blo