Gate 42“You are mad Lord General. A direct assault on the enemy position in suicide.” The Raven Guard captain remained calm for the moment but the man to whom he spoke was quickly eroding his patience.Gate 4211 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you not Adeptus Astartes? The legendary Space Marines? They will break like water upon a rock upon seeing you.” Lord General Onassis Murkazia stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
“We do not fight like that Lord General. You will lose many men should you do this. Give us time and we will save lives.” Captain Bertok almost pleaded with him.
“I do appreciate your company’s support Captain but this campaign has lasted long enough. We need to make the assault or the rebels will dig in even deeper and Bareesta will be lost to us entirely.” Murkazia looked to his map and then stared out the Hive city sprawled out before him, watching the snow blow around him. He paused for a moment to listen
Karjamian Mythos: What If#1Full title: What if the Death Star tried to destroy one of Karjam Domain's colony planets?Karjamian Mythos: What If#111 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a reason why you need to fear the Karjamian's military might. ~ The Purple Karjam
Death Star was situated next to a planet the Karjamians had made for themselves. The Karjamians weren't loyal to the Galactic Empire. In fact, they consider their own planet to be a neutral planet, unwelcoming anyone allied with both the empire and the rebels due to them not even wanting to take part in the war.
When the Karjamians discovered the Death Star above their skies, they warned the empire that they're not to be taken lightly due to them possessing technology that could best even the Death Star itself. Laughing it off, they decided to prepare the testing of their Death Star on the planet in spite of the threats.
Just as they were about to fire, a huge spaceship with a powerful canon appeared out of nowhere. The ship readied the canon... and destroyed the Death Star in one hit.
Looking for artists 2HelloLooking for artists 214 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm looking for people who can draw this scene for me in their own style and in color:
To those who aren't familiar with my OC's:
The taller guy is Sanctis and he's a homunculus, an artificial being, and he doesn't speak (can communicate only by telepathy)
The smaller guy is Jun, he's a scientist and he created Sanctis
That's why they're described in the picture as "dad" and "son", and as you can see, Jun is a happy proud "daddy" XD
There's no important reason why I want it, aside seeing my two sweethearts in a different style and color, it makes me happy.
In further note:
I can pay in points (I have 200 )
I would appreciate if you could be as close to original as possible (you can skip all the text tho)
- there's no need for a background, but you can add one if you want,
- Sanctis is 200 cm tall (that's 6'6) Jun is 160 (that's 5'2) so yeah, it's no optical illusion or poor ang
BeingWhen reality returned to Isaac, it took the form of a holding cell in JORMUNGANDR’s flagship: Blackfire.Being2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For perhaps half of a second, everything was still and silent. The holding cells in Blackfire were so secure that the AI running the ship had little to worry about in terms of anyone escaping - but Loki never once had a prisoner materialize into a cell before without prior warning. For half a second, everything was silent as the nigh-omniscient and omnipresent soul of the dreadnought was taken by surprise. Then, warning sirens and the sound of incoming guards broke the calm.
And the breaking of the ship’s calm brought Isaac back to reality. He had failed them, all of them. All million of the people on Melpomene. The rigid android fell to his knees, shaking. He held his head in his hands. A million, as good as dead. Perhaps dead already. He had failed them completely. The veil had been broken, torn asunder. Then he was caught off guard by the agent of its destruction, and
LL - BreakoutLL - Breakout2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lady Liberators - Breakout
“I’m sorry miss…,”
“Heyward. Rita Heyward,” the tall brunette lawyer answered. She was dressed in smart skirt-suit and held a briefcase at her side. She pushed her stylish round-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the woman before her.
“I’m sorry miss Heyward, but it’s absolutely out of the question,” Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, told her. “Miss Braddock is in custody under SHIELD authority and is not entitled to a speak with an attorney at…”
“She most certainly -is- entitled, miss Romanov. Despite SHIELD’s special privileges, you are still bound by the constitution of this country. Miss Braddock cannot be denied access to legal council and must be informed of the charges against her.”
“Miss Heyward, Elizabeth Braddock is detained on charges of attempted kidnapp
Burn Before ReadingMy grandma told me a lot of stories when I was a kid.Burn Before Reading3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I loved to curl up on the couch next to her, or sit on the floor while she cooked, or watch her mouth move in profile while she drove. Tales of horror, romance, suspense, fantasy, you name it.
But (for obvious reasons) my favorite was always the story of the star sirens. I suppose I, as a small child, must have demanded an answer for why my parents were never coming home, so grandma told me this:
“Sailors the world over tell stories of beautiful creatures that lure them into the abyss with a kiss. For space travelers, this happens sometimes too. On a quiet night in interstellar space, when half the crew is on sleep rotation, flowing creatures will come knocking at the hatches.
They’re gray on the outside, like rocks. But inside they have a core that burns like the sun and keeps them warm through the depths of space. If they find a way inside the ship, they always search out a sleeping person to give them a kiss.
A lesson lives+I found a quote in an old book once. 'History repeats itself. With that knowledge we look to the past. Thus those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.' That first line is enough to snuff hope, for it would seem another great Heresy would happen. But the rest gives hope for a brighter future. I learned. Never again will I let her go. I never realized how powerful love is, and I'm glad she taught me it's meaning. Ever since we met one word has haunted me. Beauty. She was that word and more. Learn from the past, so that the mistakes of our forebearers can never be repeated. Perhaps, love can-+A lesson lives3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A great armored boot crushed the repeating vox-recorder under it. The Space Marine looked down at what he had just silenced. Reaching don, he tugged a roll of paper from under it. It was a printed pict capture it's subject a strange mix. One face was inhumanly beautiful, it's angular features broken by a smile full of the abandon of joy. The second face smiled with the corner of it's mouth,
4242: Fundamental LawsHeld in place by enormous steel couplers, the General Esteban Navarro dwarfed every explorer, medical transport, and freight slinger on the station docks. It was big enough, Ramon Galvez figured looking up at its nose from a port bar, that oncoming traffic could see it from a thousand miles away. He puffed on a cigarette and drank overpriced beer from one of those odd hourglass pints that were so popular in these places.4242: Fundamental Laws5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a hell of a ship, yessir. A little less than a kilometer long, though to be fair most of that length was made up by the strange matter drive. Bristling with laser cannons and rail guns and missile launchers and mine layers that weren't a hell of a lot of use unless you had somewhere real nice to hide. Ramon stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray, with more force than he intended.
The strange character who sat across the table noted Ramon's frustration. A tall, rugged human in his forties, the man had sat watching the Navarro's captain wordlessly and with obvious a
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 56F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 561 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet another day had passed. The fourth race of the Grand Prix was in two days, which would be Abigail's first time ever watching an F-Zero race in person. Just like always, Earl would remain in Chiya's private booth, which was where Abigail would also have the pleasure of watching from. For the remaining days, Abigail was set to continue her job at Good Odds beside sister Chiya and future brother-in-law Earl. Considering she was soon to become Earl's sister-in-law, she was already acting fairly inappropriate in one way.
This time voluntarily, Chiya, Earl, and Abigail all slept together in the same bed. As established, Earl was cuddled up near Chiya while Abigail possessed the other side of the bed. Nothing awkward had occurred as a result. The three had simply gotten in bed together, had some conversations, then all simultaneously went to bed. Earl had now proven that he wouldn't let Abigail's presence in bed disturb their rest; it had been one night together voluntarily, and
A World at War with Nothing: Ch1 PolougeUp until then I had been living my life the way I was told to live it. "Follow the rules," they used to say. "You'll live if you just trust us and follow the rules." As I'm writing this I can't help but laugh to myself. I have long since stopped following the rules, and I have long since stopped trusting people. Trust gets you nowhere. The first people I ever trusted were my parents, and although they meant well they were also the first to do me wrong.A World at War with Nothing: Ch1 Polouge1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was just a toddler, maybe two or three years old, I would often wander off from my parents while they were outside desperately trying to get something, anything to grow in the dry, sand-like soil. The government had told everyone that it was still possible to grow food, even under a burning hot sun and with little water to speak of for weeks, sometimes months at a time. But my folks always trusted the government. They said that the government was the one thing that held together order during these times, and that without it we wer
Rosemary“How to Write a Horror Story”Rosemary1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step One: Dig at the root of your fears.
I fear pregnancy, and yet all that is on my mind are babies.
Step Two: Figure out why you fear it, what makes you fear it.
I fear early pregnancy because of ruining my life’s plans. But then I am constantly hearing the sounds of crying, and desperately wanting to shush it to sleep.
Step Three: Amplify the fear so that it can keep people awake at night!
The baby would keep me awake at night. But the last thing I want to do is ruin its life.
I place the mirror down and quit reading the poster. I stood beside the bedpost and linger towards the Virgin Mary. I begin to pray. But then I remember being Atheist.
I wonder what prayers are said to those who don’t believe. I thought.
Despite being Atheist I do believe in something, beauty. Life is a wonderful thing that seldom lasts to many. Life’s is time’s enemy. But with too much tim
Friday Flash - 'Gridblocked'It was a cool afternoon in autumn. Soft rays of sun, diffused by seasonal haze and the auto-tint windows of the bar where I worked, added little illumination to that provided by the overhead lights. The owner refused to pay for streaming service beyond the required minimum, so the wall screen was set to the usual Public Broadcasting and its 24/7 government-operated newsfeed; the volume was set to the lowest allowable level.Friday Flash - 'Gridblocked'1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Business was slow. Conroy occupied his usual stool. Two other patrons, pale, dark-haired men, occupied chairs at a small table at the other end of the room; they wore civvies but each bore the distinctive demeanor of a born-and-bred Fed. DHS Agents, I was sure. Agents like to think they can blend in with the lower classes, but that’s what Management is for. Agents consider undercover duty a reward, an assignment based on skill, but we all know it’s because their bosses want us to know we’re being watched.
I wondered why they were there—routin
Home Burns Around Me - Memories of a Jedi ShadowHome Burns Around Me - Memories of a Jedi Shadow2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The smell of burning ozone overtook me, the hum of lightsabers, the clash of blades and plasma fire burning the screams of the dying. The younglings were always the worst. No matter how many times my mind replayed the scene, that always got me more than anything, until the end. Fighting beside my Master, getting separated, hiding younglings away in a storage locker, knowing it probably wasn't going to be enough to conceal them for long.
Finding Master Tuvali as one of the Sith plunged a scarlet blade through her abdomen. Anger, hatred, fear, charging forward, rage fuelled Force blows and brutally precise lightsaber strikes. I'd been training to deal with the Sith, but this was different. Personal. Silver blades whirled a storm, striking at blades, hands, arms, that masked face. I could feel myself slowing, so I delved deeper into the Force to bring my speed up to unnatural levels, driving him back. The Sith hit the edge of the balcony and did the only thing he could do. Swinging hi
Psychic Menace 3Mew: That's Mewtwo's energy!Psychic Menace 32 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The team saw the spaceship as it silently hovered over the city. From the ship, two figures appeared before them: One was wearing a mixture of lavendar and purple attire, had three claw-like fingers, and had a rather animalistic look in his eye. The other was slightly shorter, with pure white hair, wearing elaborate robes, and holding a jeweled staff
DBZ: Which one is him? The one in purple?
Mewtwo: My my, this planet sure became advanced since a few days ago! I hardly recognize it.
Mew: You were there much longer than a few days, you were there for several centuries!
Mewtwo: Hm? Centuries? Certainly didn't feel that long.
Mewtwo noticed Mew clutching the amulet tightly
Mewtwo: The amulet!!!
Mewtwo appeared in front of Mew and knocked him to the ground. Mewtwo picked up the amulet and smirked
Mewtwo: Finally, it's mine!! Now for that power level!
Mewtwo looked at DBZ and smiled
Mewtwo: You! Your power level is remarkable! I can tell you
Space nor Time Arrest Autumn's Rest Damien kicked his feet up on the table, heavy boots thudding against the mass-produced plasteel circle. He pulled the note out of his vest pocket once more and read over the words he committed to memory a week ago. "The truce is broken. We leave for the front in a month." Folding it up and placing it back, he sighed, head lolling back. Of course peace never lasted. Why should it? With so many races winging into the black reaches of space, each with their own ideals, peace never lasted. Yesterday's allies became today's enemies. At least you could count on your friends... most of the time.Space nor Time Arrest Autumn's Rest2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sound of clacking carapace drew his attention. Snapping forward in his chair, Damien's hand wrapped around the handle of his knife before he even looked at who approached. An annoyed buzzing filled his ear, and the United Terran Forces specialist actually looked up. Honey-coloured carapace shot through with streaks of blue filled most of his vision. "Ah, Kalak'roz. I di
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 31 She sat on the short, stone wall, underneath the large oak tree. It was one of her favourite spots on the island, overlooking a hundred foot cliff. From there, she was able to see both the sky and the ocean stretching seemingly forever, only broken by the occasional clouds and waves. On the really clear days, there were times she lost track of where one ended and the other began. It was a calming sight.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 312 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The beauty of all of that out there was only matched by the side of the island she was currently on. The older residents often told stories about how their modest, little island was once an 'economic powerhouse', whatever that means. Apparently, there used to be buildings that stretched high above, scraping the sky. There were houses that could hold dozens of the ones they lived in now. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't wandered out to that side of the island and found the ruins. They were all mostly broken down and taken over by nature, but she cou
MayhemI found Gaze at the Drake right where I expected him to be; in the furthest corner from the entrance in a booth which no doubt had the cleanest sight-lines in the club. Between the wire-head and I lounged a crowd of slack jawed men and barely dressed entertainers; dockers and soldiers at the end of their ropes in sharp contrast to the paid and pampered flesh workers at the start of their shift.Mayhem2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gaze had already sized me up before I sat down, and kept his eyes on the door as he spoke.
"You're lucky you're on time, but your interfaces are leaking like shit." He strummed his fingers noiselessly on the tabletop. "We've only got a few minutes to get you out of here before your tail figures out where you've gone, I suggest you start by shutting all of your shit down."
Gaze and I had saved each other's lives many times, I trusted him. I dialed all my electrics to zero and suddenly felt more naked and exposed than any of the club's dancing girls, denied the steady hum of incoming data from the
HotSpikeRoseTINKHotSpikeRose2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tink runs away as fast as he can and the glass beads on the ends of his black fringe jacket accompany him. They make nice sounds – beyond high C Tink noises - as they ricochet from his chest. His boots hold up the bass end. They thump the ‘crete in rapid four/four like gun-shots anchoring the rhythm with the twist of a knee. His lungs are the wind section and the fiery air burns his windpipes and translates his incoming/outgoing breath into heezy, emphysematic chitterings, too pitched to travel far. Tink thinks he might pass out.
He is plowing through the black density of brick and alleyway as the DogGod follows his burbling, golden trail. It lingers and then leaps from the shadows at strange, equilateral angles, just missing him. Tink’s feet hit something squishy and poo-like and they lose touch and he is flying somewhat sideways and backwards, then he is laying flat on his back, staring up. The moon is rowing backwards. The stars that arch over him shift and th
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 38 The two of them sat at the edge of the roof at the top of the building. They considered themselves lucky they were able to find one so tall that was still accessible. The old books showed that at one point, the city was filled with the clean lines of innumerable buildings and the streets filled with people. Now, they were flooded, cutting off access to half the city. That was fine, though. Most of the buildings were crumbling away, anyway, verdant green plants doing their best to reclaim was had once been theirs.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 382 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They loved the city as it was, but they'd be lying if they said they didn't want to see it back in the day. Her more than him. "Wow," she said in awe. They had never seen so much of it at once before.
"Yeah," he replied, looking around. He tried to stay cool and stoic as much as possible at times like this, but some of his amazement showed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, looking around before she spoke again. "Hey
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 36 "What're you doing over here all by yourself?"Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 362 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Huh? Oh, uh, just, you know... Thinking."
"Want to talk about it?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Yeah, you're probably right about that. But sometimes, it can just help to get it out. Get other people's opinions and all that."
"Hm. Well... I was just thinking... Who even am I anymore?"
"What are you talking about? Your name is-"
"No. I know who I am technically. But, I mean, this is my tenth body in almost as many years. The more it happens, the more I get afraid that I'm getting further from who I really am to the point I don't even exist anymore. That my identity will be determined by my body."
"I know it sounds ridiculous, but this is something that I'm really freaking out about. God, listen to me whine. Not even sure if this is really f