UntitledChapter 1Untitled22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was foggy when we walked out of our house in the rain of the country. It smelled good but the mood was somber because of all the sadness of the year. We had lost all of our friends and family due to shootings, random disease, and old age. I had noticed that my parents were acting off. They didn't seem as laid back and every time I did something even slightly wrong they would beat me. I have gotten used to the pain and had begun to fight back. Their styles changing with each time I beat them. I could see the patterns of their movements. After I beat them I thought I would see a smile. As we walked out of the house we turned down the dirt path. Dad had his gun as always. Mom, the paranoid one, had a walking stick and I had my fists. I was eight years old at this time. The rain came down slowly at first then intensified quickly causing the fog to thicken.
When we were half way to our destination my dad almost got hit by a car trying to get a $100 bill on the road. A fig
Boze Narodzenie w K9 Laboratories cz. 2Wszystkie światełka w hali przybrały kolor niebieski, a później zaczęły się zmieniać, płynnie przechodząc w inne kolory. Pracownicy, którzy nie przebywali w hali, zbierali się przy barierkach, by patrzeć z góry na widowisko. Diody przygasły, a te, które świeciły jasno, układały się w przemieszczające się po całości wzory. Linie „biegające” po ścianach i choince układały się w coś nieokreślonego kształtu, ale raczej nikt nie skupiał się na znalezieniu w tym jakiegoś schematu. Rozlegały się okrzyki zachwytu i brawa, choć to miał być dopiero początek pokazu. Wzory zmieniały się losowo jak w kalejdoskopie, czasem sprawiając wrażenie przestrzennych przez odpowiednie rozjaśnienie lub przyciemnienie danego fragmentu. Nagle wszystkie zmiany przysBoze Narodzenie w K9 Laboratories cz. 26 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gryffin's taleIt was around 11 years ago when I was put in the orphanage. Wow! 11 years already! It’s amazing how much things have changed. I used to be so cute and innocent and happy. Now? I’m in jail now. Sure, jail isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. They treat you fairly well here. My sentence is 10 years for all the crimes I’ve committed. They still haven’t noticed that I have a nice stash of money from pickpocketing the officers on my bathroom breaks. Too bad the keys are thumbprints from the officers, or I would already be out! I’m not desperate enough to cut off a thumb to escape. Anyway, it’s nice not to be hungry on the streets, though I do miss Bryant and Steven… I wonder how they are doing… The year is 300 AD (After Dome) but my mind is thinking back to the year 289 AD…Gryffin's tale3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to be a part of a middle class family living peacefully in the suburbs on the west side. I lived there with my father Aaron Black who was a detectiv
Chapter Twelve- Ring of FireSeptember 25th, 1984Chapter Twelve- Ring of Fire13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An exhausted Paul Allen plopped into his office chair with a grunt, which devolved to a wheezing sigh. His calf was killing him; In the winter of 1945, he had been caught in a bear trap during an expedition in Canada. It had taken two hours and three of his friends to get it open again, but Paul didn't notice at the time. Coincidentally, the perfect place he had been searching for was right there, where the bear trap was located.
He wasn't about to let this moment be ruined. So he lowered the tripod, and he searched for Messier 31, also known as Andromeda. And he found her; The mere sight of the galaxy spinning eternally in a sea of ink filled him with awe, and a sublime zen.
I'm caught in a bear trap, meanwhile she's there. And she'll always be there, long after I'm gone.
Of course, the trip to the hospital had been less eye-opening, what with the morphine and fifteen stitches.
Thirty five years later, he found himself in another sort of bear trap. A
Spell Worthy: Chapter 3: Armed and ReadyWhen we got to the location Georgie brought us to a large closet andSpell Worthy: Chapter 3: Armed and Ready1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
pulled some stuff out. First he gave us all bottomless bags. Then he started handing out custom weapons to all of us. Tommy got a gun scythe as long as she is tall and black with dark blue evil swirls. Stone got a jacket that let narwhal horns come out that he could shoot the tips of. Jackson got twin long swords that he could combine at the hilt. Will got a 9’ dagger that let him shoot arrows from the hilt. I got a giant anubis like staff that lets me cast some spells and can turn into a hand blade. He then went into another room to let us practice.
Tom swung her scythe with an almost psychotic smile on her face. “Let’s do this! Come on let’s go! I wanna see this beauty in action!” she exclaimed, turning into a more of a violent sort of four-year-old. More like Jeff the Killer than anything. She swung her scythe a few more times, already seeming like a pro with it.
The One [Chapt6: Going on Adventure]The OneThe One [Chapt6: Going on Adventure]6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Chapt6: Going on Adventure]
Cronod slowly got off the ceilling and literaly he was walking in the air. He was walking if there is invisible stair. He continued to walk and he landed on Novagalax's shoulder.
Novagalax: I thought you were sleeping.
Cronod: You thought I was. But, no I wasn't.
Cronod then looked megatron silently. Megatron stared back to cronod at first. However he then slowly moved his optics downward. Cronod humphed and he crossed his arm.
Cronod: Now there's one who knows who I really could be.... That leaves me two choices. Change my appearance or disappearing once more.
Novagalax: But you won't disappear. Would you?
Cronod: Let's make clear, Novagalax. It's not I 'will not' disappear... I 'Can n
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 74F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 7416 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were many discoveries made that night, but of all things, the biggest shocker was Megan's intention to rebel against the Federation. Having been cornered, Megan was at the mercy of Team Seppuku—who reluctantly let her off the hook for the night. Seppuku had just nearly been arrested along with Chiya and Earl, he didn't want to risk getting in trouble right away by mentioning how they broke into a restricted room.
Unfortunately, Megan's memo had been practically burned to ash, with only few paragraphs still visible. Even more unfortunate, Megan's burning of the office, as planned, completely fried every record. Since Earl and Seppuku had left the discovered folders on the desk, there wasn't a single file relevant to her betrayal left to read. Megan was practically off the hook.
Even with Megan likely to try and hunt them down and a Federation Civil War to possibly break out, the two lovers had their attention trained on the closer issue. The Grand Prix final.
Story of the day: EINSTEIN JUICEEINSTEIN JUICEStory of the day: EINSTEIN JUICE7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The captain of a Space Star just didn’t have time to study for a test, especially when that Space Star was carrying the last several thousand human beings who had escaped the destruction of Earth. But Captain Richard Cameron now found himself in the almost laughable predicament of having to brush up on his reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic so that he could pass President Walden’s “competence test.” Heaven help Walden if he ever had to take one!
But it was Cameron who had to demonstrate his command ability. As if he hadn’t demonstrated it ably by guiding the Silver Streak through innumerable dangers and setting up various successful colonies on Earth-type planets. The Silver Streak’s improbable mission to preserve the human race after the destruction of the Earth had been an unqualified success, and yet here was President Henry Walden questioning the captain’s competence.
UntitledStephanie woke to find herself upside down. This wasn’t unusual, since the Daedalus spacecraft she resided in had only the negligible near-zero gravity for which astronauts like her had trained a collective few centuries to become acclimated. In the last two years she’d found herself waking up forwards, backwards, sideways, diagonally and in multitudes of directions too remote to have a name. It was also the only thing she could reliably call “interesting” in those last two years, as it would very likely be for the two following years.Untitled17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mission began on February 15, 2274, at exactly 8:30 AM, when Daedalus was launched from Siberia Space Center. It stopped only once, to refuel at Mars Orbital Outpost seven months later, before setting on its course to Titan. For indeed the ten humans aboard were to be the first to reach the most famous of Saturn’s moons. Only Stephanie would be awake for the duration; the other nine crewmembers were put into stasis after
resident evil metal gear 765Shane was so drowsy that everything around him was a blur but since he knew it was albert he glared at himresident evil metal gear 76519 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
albert grinned back “ah so you are awake...good”
shane tried to grab albert's shirt but albert stood up back up
“i don't think you are in the shape to move are you?” asked albert
“leave him alone!” said preston and taylor
“well there is nothing you can't do about it...” said albert forcing shane to stand up
shane wobbled a bit but he managed to stand
“just how much sedative did you put in him sir?” asked a doctor
“just enough so he couldn't kill me” said albert “you just wait to see how his telekinetic power works”
“but sir...” started the doctor
albert grabbed the doctor and roughly pinned him to the wall “you do as I say...”
the doctor nodded nervously and then albert let him go and then the doctor grabbed shane by the arm (and since the sedative was in effect) shane didn'
All The King's MenA Star Citizen ShortAll The King's Men2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author Note - This short is dedicated to all the members of Intergalactic Trading Empire
ITE Headquarters - Hanger
The hanger was relatively quiet for a workday. Amaul and the other viceroys were in a meeting in the upstairs conference room, discussing plans regarding the Arena Commander virtual training simulator. On the floor, Darkwolf, The Ugly Duckling, and Ultra Iron McNuggies were situated around a card table knocking back synth-ales and Jack and Cokes. Chakrin Vaal was ambling around the hanger, mumbling to himself about the blood of his enemies. Oblivion was looking through advertisements from Robert Space Industries for anything interesting. Sentinyl was over at his ship, using a datapad to holographically put a name on the side of his ship. He would mutter and then type a new name. LegoBatman was nowhere to be found, his locker had "Be back later" plastered on it. PolseBraten was hunched over an ammo crate, laughing maniacally to himself and
Margaret [Chapter 1]Chapter 1:Margaret [Chapter 1]17 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat down at my wooden vanity. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. My face reflected a girl with big dark green eyes, small nose and a wide mouth. My golden hair was tightly tied into a long braid, that fell about to my hips. My clumsy hands undid my braids, leaving my hair almost touching the floor. I took out an white brush from the vanity and brushes though my thick hair. After a while, I put my hair up into a Gibson girl bun.
I herd a light knock at my door and said, "Come in." I said in a soft voice. My family maid came in. Her name was Olga. She wore a brown dress with a white apron and black boots. Her chocolate brown hair was braided into a crown around her head. She always wore a bright smile and her light brown eyes always seemed to sparkle. She was pretty young and has always worked with my family since I was two.
"Hello, Miss Margaret," She said with a smile as she walks over to my tall white dresser.
Alliance: Chapter 9 - The PlanThe skies above City 17 start to darken as the Alliance shuttles start to descend for landing. From inside his shuttle, Ben looks out and sees the impact of the Uprising before his eyes. Once a clean, peaceful utopia, City 17 is now riddled with death and destruction, thanks to the actions of the One Free Man back in Nova Prospekt. A week has passed by since Gordon was last seen, and the Resistance seems to be doing well since then. Some buildings have been blown to pieces, others remain intact, while the streets are littered with bodies, both combine and rebels.Alliance: Chapter 9 - The Plan43 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shuttles then split up and make their way to various locations around the city, but Ben has a hunch to where his shuttle is going.
"Listen up." Commander Shepard speaks over the comm.
"What's the current situtation, Shepard?" the Master Chief asks.
"We're dropping you guys off to meet with Barney Calhoun." Shepard begins. "He's the main commander of the rebel forces in City 17. He's contacted us and says that he has a plan
Collateral - Chapter 29 [Vocaloid Fanfic]Collateral - Chapter 29 [Vocaloid Fanfic]3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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“Hurry!” Rin cried. “Before it starts raining!” Her statement was emphasized by a peal of thunder.
Neru got out of the van and ran to the school’s front doors. Len was following close behind Rin, the two of them wearing costumes from a song Neru was not familiar with, but it was clear they went together. As the first drops of rain began to fall, Neru entered the school for the dance.
As they walked into the ballroom, they were greeted an applause Neru would have found strange before, but she was used to it now. It had been nearly a week now... As the clapping subsided, the three of them stepped into the dance, or ballroom as it was called by some. Rin and Len imme
Firemagma Chapitre 99) Le troisième camp :Firemagma Chapitre 98 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Un crayon de papier cognait contre une feuille, demeurant blanche. Un homme d’un certain âge regardait Océanne au travers de ses lunettes aux verres épais. La jeune femme était assise sur une chaise, les genoux repliés sous son menton. Depuis quelques jours déjà, elle avait un rendez vous journalier, et surtout obligatoire chez un psychologue. Après que Mc Gregor l’eut sauvée de sa tentative de suicide, ce dernier avait recommandé ces rendez vous, conscient qu’elle avait traversé des épreuves qui l’avait fragilisée émotionnellement.
Le vieil homme ne parvenait pourtant pas à en tirer la moindre chose. Elle s’était terrée dans un mutisme sans fin.
« Océanne tu sais… En général les patients ne sont pas obligés de parler. Et je ne romprais pas cette règle. Cependant