The HuntWhere the buffalo roam.The Hunt2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Fort Greely base was unique for many things.
Arctic testing of military equipment.
Home of the Northern Warfare Training School.
Black Gap Mountaineering Training School.
The Fort Greely Buffalo herd. The American Bison.
In 1928 a small herd was moved from Montana to Fort Greely to save them from extinction.
The vast lay out of the base allowed for them to thrive over the years.
At first they were a curiosity.
By the time I got there they were a huge nuisance.
Bison are not small by no means.
Males can weigh up to 2000 pounds and are a solid as small armored tank.
We hit one standing in the road one foggy day. In a full size 3/4 ton Dodge army truck running about 25 miles per hour.
The front of the truck was crushed in the impact.
The bison skidded across the road off into the ditch.
The animal suddenly jumped to its feet bucking like a rodeo bull.
He turned staring at us.
Then just walked away like nothing happened.
We had to call off air drops on the drop
snowI never was too fond of the dark. Less because of what might be in it and more for what wasn't.snow3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When i was younger, I thought it would eat people up, but right now, I'm having a hard time understanding why I ever let that thought go. She's only been gone for a couple of minutes, but I could feel myself trembling. It might start snowing again. I've always loved watching it fall, but snow meant clouds and right now the stars are the last bit of light for miles and the only thing left to make me feel even a little safe. She offered to stay with me, I would have said yes, if it weren't so late because i saw her counting the seconds until she got home.
I saw a single snowflake make its way to the ground.
You could feel it getting darker. you could hear the snow fall.
She left me alone and was probably already home.
I didn't care about anything anymore. I just wanted to leave. I told her not to go. I begged her to come back, to not leave me alone in the cold. If only I had told her all of th
LSD and Tomato Soup....A question of RealityWe all stood there as they led the cook away in handcuffs.LSD and Tomato Soup....A question of Reality2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Meanwhile the walls were melting and sound had the most wonderful colors.
Oh, first to explain this phenomena.
Our cook had been denied leave for Christmas so he decided to get even.
He purchased over 300 hits of LSD.
Not to sell.
To spike the community coffee pot the officers drank from.
Deny his leave will they.......he planned to get even.
What he did not know is this was the only coffee available as the other "enlisted" brewer went on the blink and was out of service. The officers decided to "share" theirs with us grunts.
Hey, in the Army we are one big green family.
Dysfunctional but a family none the less.
I too had taken two cups of the spiked java.
I thought something was up when my hands felt rubbery and colors filled the air as I moved them.
I was not ignorant of LSD. It was the drug of my generation. Timothy Leary said it would open our minds to become one with the light of the universe.
All I knew is it looked reall
LobosHome at last.Lobos1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I left with Army with little fanfare and re-entered the civilian world.
Inside of me I knew there was a monster I was battling.
Even when I gained control I knew it was only for a short time.
A day of reckoning was coming.
My parents were no help. Old folks from the Greatest Generation. I knew what they expected.
Me to just shut up and suck it up.
Keep those feelings on the inside in a box marked "Don't not open till you die."
Go to college. Get an education. Enter the job oriented world and march on.
Never mind that other stuff. The killing. The death. The smells. The dreams.
Never mind those bad dreams so bad even the dog avoided sleeping with me on the bed.
I went to college as the GI bill then was a good thing and the money was enough to keep me going.
I needed to get away from my folks.
My dad was a don't care about anything but work person. He provided well, worked really hard but as a dad to talk to, enjoy things with, not so much of a dad. Later in life he would j
Theme Prompt - Vortex of FateThere’s a vortex of fate that I can feel my life circling towards. I’ve been heading here for as long as I can remember, a siren’s song pulling me in even when I didn’t know what it was. I went gladly because it felt right. Felt true. I think everyone wants to find some meaning in their life, something they’re meant to do. This was mine.Theme Prompt - Vortex of Fate4 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But now, now that I know there’s something there and I understand what the siren song was, I’m stuck. I swirl endlessly around this single point, always just barely out of my reach. Around and around I go, seeing what could be attained but never reaching it. No matter how hard I stretch out my arms or what I do, that vortex remains stubbornly distant. It’s an ache in my belly, knowing I’m not accomplishing what I’m here for. Knowing that my future is right there if only I could just reach it.
I’ve tried so many things, different variations and options, driving myself mad hoping fo
Selma, Sheol and MeI had a dream last night. A very uncomfortable dream, almost to the point of being a nightmare. I remember that Sheol and my ex-friend Selma was with me in the dream, Selma wore her usual things, a short armed t-shirt along with jeans and those little sandals I used to see her wear. Nothing too odd about Selma other than the big hammer she held, which was a bit odd. Sheol, however, seemed to have gotten a complete redesign when it came to his clothes. Rather than having that tacky old ripped-at old jacket and dirty pants, he wore a futuristic type of clothing. His jacket was the same wornout dark green color, but it was mostly made out of metal and had a steampunky feel to it, along with the pants he wore. His hair was longer than usual, and he was shorter, but still taller than both me and Selma. His necklace was gone along with the red collar he usually wears. Not only that, but Sheol also held some sort of handgun that I don't remember the details of, which is weird because Sheol isSelma, Sheol and Me3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Who am I? ChallengeBehold,Who am I? Challenge3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Brissinge, from Czech Republic.
A human being of pure talent and euphoria. Even when she is a bit under the weather or feeling down in the dumps, she bounces right up. She's bilingual, speaking Czech and English, and getting better at it over time. Her interests include metal music, fun movies, PC gaming, fantasy books, and watching House M.D. She's an artist, an author, a metalhead, a Christian, and much more. Incredibly imaginative, Brissinge works faster than most artists out there, even the most highly skilled. In mere hours, she can come up with an idea and paint it, write it, or sculpt it. Just give her a medium to work with and she will get to it.
Brissinge's favorite medium is digital artwork. Steadily practicing anatomy, angles, and scenery, her submissions online (which are pretty much daily) can definitely surprise you. She'll keep you on your toes. One day she'll have paintings and another day, comics. The next day, a short story or a photo manipulation. A few of he
Truth or dareTruth or dare6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Out of a house in Ponyville, two pegasi walked out. They were a brother and a sister called Cyniquote and Tease Talk. Cyniquote said:"I'm glad THIS visit's over."
"Heh, we were visiting mom and dad. You sounded pretty mean there."
"You know what happened this time. I told them about the time I met princess Luna and then had to listen to a 15 minute speech about how I shouldn't have told her to not make fun of me. What, just because she's royalty, she can annoy me?"
"Calm down, I was just kidding. Besides, I was siding with you. They keep telling ME not to be annoying. Double standard much?"
"Yeah, thanks for being on my side."
"Heh, anytime... when you're making sense."
Suddenly, they heard a loving voice say:"Hi, Cyniquote!" It was a grey bat pony with a dark red mane and tail called Air Travel. She flew at Cyniquote to give him a hug.
"Heh, missed ya, cutie. How's Canterlot?"
"It just hit me. Why did you come to Ponyville so early? Ou
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 7It was 7PM and we all were back at the hotel, we had our dinner, and got to our rooms, we all talked on a voice chat but it was hard to keep Kel from listening in, over all we came up with a plan, but we needed another day or so to do it, let’s just say, it includes a little trickery and, well, a lot of metal, over all, it should be fun, we all got ready for bed, Kel spelt in Nero’s bed and he spelt on one of the chairs, it was now about 11PM, Kel was having a hard time sleeping, I and Nero were already asleep and well, once we get to sleep we don’t wake up until something happens, Kel struggles to keep her eyes closed but ultimately fails, she sat up and notices that Mrs Roooosaa isn’t in the room, she gets up and grabs one of the spare room keys and goes into the halls and looks for her, she goes around 5 different floors looking but nothing, she couldn’t find any trace of her, none of the staff even noticed her, she got to the main floor and sat down inAssassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 72 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter TwoChapter Two4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A few hours passed, the duo finally reached their destination. James landed his ship in the outskirts of the Lombax Ruins; just before opening the cockpit he grabbed the medication bag from behind his seat and placed it onto Crystal’s lap. Crystal gazed her eyes upon the bag before giving James a confused look. “That’s what the doctor gave to me after you stormed out of the facility. I suggest you take that with you just in case...” James paused for a moment as he opened the cockpit and slowly climbed out. “...though he said that the dose inside the capsules should keep the Toxilicous at bay for at least twelve hours.” explained James.
Crystal gave a nod and placed the strap of the bag over her right shoulder, “Right, I just hope I never run out of this stuff.” replied Crystal steadying herself . James let out his right hand, assisting her to climb out of the ship. Crystal looked up at the lombax with a smile, in her mind she felt w
In His Own RightIt’s all in his eyes; intelligence, understanding, there’s no way to mistake that he isn’t brilliant, and he knows it. There are more times than I can count that he’s outwitted us, and he prances away knowing he’s won. We give in, kiss his little feet, and he basks in our love, knowing we worship him and the ground he walks on. Each perk of the ear, tilt of his head, we’re there and we can’t get enough. We may think that we’re the ones in control, but we all know that it’s him; Jareth can do no wrong, and seems infallible. With a gentle paw on my leg, he lets me know I am loved. With an eagerly nuzzling nose, he tells me to love him, in return. Even still, I don’t think anyone has ever known such a godly creature to love his Grandma more.In His Own Right3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He is a picky God, if there ever was one, choosing his people carefully and yelling at those that he doesn’t deem worthy. But our little Jareth is our pride and joy, the kindest deity t
My furry/pony ocsMy Furry/pony Ocs:My furry/pony ocs4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Old enemy....New friend.Midnight Patrol. NATO War games.Old enemy....New friend.1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Location Germany....exact location classified. I did not know where I was anyway.
We stopped for the night to resupply.
Playing war games we had to go out on patrol to this little town out near the Fulda Gap area. Really it was more of a BEER patrol but a patrol is a patrol.
The LT I was assigned to gave me a bunch of German marks advising me what was a fair price but not to haggle too much. They were still a bit sensitive over there even though the war had been over since 1945.
I was instructed to check out anyplace that had BIER in its name if it was open.
I went with the patrol and entered the town about 10pm.
I was wandering about in an old German town where you could still see bullet and shell marks on some of the walls. I was in full US Army combat gear including the M16 with a BFA and grenade simulators.
I spotted this small sign on the side of this old stone building. It had Bier in the name but the rest was just German to me. I noticed the entr
Statute of LimitationsNeed for SpeedStatute of Limitations3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One of my hobbies in Alaska was car building.
There was not a lot to do on base except see the same movie fifty times or go bowling or go drinking. Many times we combined them into all kinds of combinations. Like drunken bowling at the movies.
The other was the car shop we had created.
It was a place where us machine heads could get our groove on.
Rock and Roll and fast cars.
A twenty year olds wet dream.
My project which took me several months was the El Camino.
She was a nice red 1966 model. Good shape. No motor.
I had the perfect engine.
A 426 hemi out of a 1968 Charger a friend of mine had wrecked. The body was totaled but the engine and transmission, a four speed manual, was in perfect condition.
A hundred dollars and the wreck was mine.
With help from some California car nuts we fit that engine into that El Camino with a lot of cutting and welding.
I did modifications to the interior with roll bars, racing seat, weights to balance out the car, 60 series Thompson ra
.:Hatred:.We all know the feeling,.:Hatred:.3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the feeling of being put down or locked up away from the world because others are bastards,
Hatred causes me to scratch and claw at my arms in anxiety,
to want to draw my feelings,
to want me to do my own thing,
Hatred from others,
I feel alone
When will people see that very empty threat,
every stupid lie,
every harsh comment,
eats away at the shy and kind heart of others.
you may have a bad life at home but you don't need to pick on others just so you can feel highly of yourself,
whoever you tease or 'punish' with your words, just think
what happens at home for them?
I haven't had the best life, and No i'm not thinking of giving up
brother would hurt me if i got him in trouble,
I would cry when someone yelled at me,
I cry when i have harsh days,
I'm standoffish from many at my school but it doesn't mean you can go and tease me
my shy little heart just gets broken after what you say,
i'll snap, scream, ready my fists to claw
MuskegA sticky situation.Muskeg1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The recovery mission was on a warm late August day.
We were testing some new type tracks that attached to where the tire went.
This gave the vehicle four track like mechanisms allowing it to navigate really rough or soggy conditions. This of course is now a popular attachment available for the off roading community but back in 73 this was new technology.
The vehicle, a 2 1/2 ton truck,was stuck about 300 yards out in muskeg. Thawed permafrost resembling a bog. A mass of water and sticky mud capable of trapping even the largest animal or vehicle. The vehicle was not stuck just broke down and needed to be towed out for repairs.
That was one of my jobs. Go get it and then fix it.
An easy enough job but we needed two vehicles. Our CO would not allow us to break open a spool of cable so we could make a long reach cable and block assembly to get the truck. He said it was a waste of good cable. Try another approach.
I knew the lengths of cable on all the equipment and figu
BlackieIt just amazes me how immature people can be.Blackie2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I expected in college that folks would be more mature.
After all they are away from the places where they play their silly games of one upsmanship. So you would think they would want to be considered more.....adult.
It's what my generation back in the late 60's fought for.
I remember a time where you were still under your parents control at 18. You were not free till 21. Period.
Our feelings were you could draft us into the military at 18 then send us off to die and we could not even vote, buy a beer, (see how soon we changed that back to 21, silly us), get married, move out of the house. Sure we could leave home but had to wait 3 more years to be considered an adult.
This is why I was in a way surprised but not completely.
They came into the club I hung out at.
Four girls and two boys.
I hold off calling them women and men.....you will see why.
One of the "boys" was in one of my classes.
He struck up a conversation with me which in a way I
UntitledUntitled1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Self analysis (personal essay)
"Sometimes, standing for what you believe means standing alone" (Hatebreed, "Perseverance", 2002)
"The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is"
I like to think of myself as as one of those people who thinks everyone is equal. This life really has no meaning besides the individual one each of us assigns it for ourselves, none of us are more important than the other objectively. Some people start life more fortunate than others, or end up having better luck, but that doesn't make people any more or less important. Besides, while some people seem like they've been dealt a better hand, chances are, we're all dealing with something. Everyone can relate to having a problem, because we all have issues and can get over them a lot more effectively if we unite and achieve Ubuntu, to steal a phrase from African spirituality, or what we punk rockers call unity.
I've had a lot of st
Bye.I know that Reader-Inserts have always been an 'odd' area of the fandoms, but it never really bothered me.Bye.6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now I'm absolutely disgusted by what I've written.
All this time I've been putting myself in pathetic fantasies. Maybe I wouldn't feel so ashamed if it wasn't for the fact that these stories were about real people - more or less. They're not just characters made up from pen and paper, they're extensions of living, breathing people.
I've wasted all of this time and effort on a sickening obsession.
I'm going away, and I don't know if I'm coming back.
The hijacker of funThe hijacker of fun2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One day in Ponyville an earth pony was driving an engine-powered vehicle. He was an appliance repair-pony.
"Hmm, maybe it would've been fast enough if I just walked to the other side of town... then again, this is waaay more fun. Oh, hi Caution!", he said as he saw his unicorn friend.
"Hi... did you make that?"
"Yeah. Heh, you wouldn't believe the trouble I got in the first time I tried the G-Carriage. Anyway, I'm going to that cafe at the other side of Ponyville, their fridge isn't working. Need a ride?"
"Really? You're offering a ride after saying you once got in trouble when you rode it? Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Scoot."
After a while, Caution said:"Uuuugh, can we slow down? I'm getting nauseous."
"We've been driving for five minutes."
"But it's my first tiiime!"
"Just look at something on the horizon."
Soon, Gear dropped Caution off, but just at that moment, an earth pony approached the two, looking upset.
"That's a nice invention you got there. I bet it really makes you st
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 6The next day we had a bit of trouble, well, you see, Mrs Elisa called us to say that Kel had gone missing, and well, we had to tell her about what happened, she was rather mad with us being so reckless and not getting the cops to help us, we did explain that they didn’t even try and help but they didn’t see any problem in using us to catch another criminal, we did leave out the part were Nero killed 2 people, well what would you do in our situation? Would you really tell your care taker that you killed someone?, do you really think it would be a good idea?, no, didn’t think so, well, she said we allowed to keep with us, but she had to stay with Mrs Roooosaa for the remainder of the trip, so yeah, that meant no hugs for Nero, and that also means, no eating metal, or no being in her true form, the next 2 days will be a lot of fun, and a lot of trouble, and this time we won’t let anyone take her away, we will make sure of that.Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 62 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We all went to the breakfast hall and
Thoughts threeI float around in the water, staring up at the gray sky. My only thought is,Thoughts three5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"The sky looks pretty today".
It was a light gray; not a sliver of blue to be seen. A strong breeze rolls through, causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. I didn't care. My body continued to float around lifelessly in the clear pool water. Why does the sky looks so pretty before the storm?, I thought. I cast my eyes to the left. A foreshadowing image burned itself into my mind. Dark gray and blue clouds, swirling and edging closer.
The storm was getting closer. I got out of the pool, and joined the people in eating. the smell of smoky barbecue in the air. It was barely a few minutes in when a strong gust of wind, caused the door to shut and shook the side of the garage. Soon clouds were rolling through, faster than I had ever seen them go. it was dark and gloomy, but it had a certain beauty to it.
Then the rain began. At first it was a light rain, but soon it turned into rain that floode
For those that care...Okay, so I saw how X-Doe is no longer making Reader Inserts.For those that care...6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Now, I have to agree with her on the front that Reader Inserts are pretty weird, if you think about it. I mean, you're pairing yourself with a fictional (Or non-fictional) character. It's odd to say the least.
This does not mean I will stop writing these. I just wanted to post this because I wanted to say that I write Reader Inserts because I find them hilarious. I don't read Reader Inserts because I want to freakin marry the character their writing about.
I read Reader Inserts because they're hilarious. It's funny to see how people interpret an encounter with the other person would look like. It's especially hilarious to see the amount of typos and grammar errors I find within their stories.
But, that's not to say that Reader Inserts are...okay. They're really...I'm not sure how to put this.
After a while, when you become older, you kinda..."get a life" if you know what I mean. You meet people, and usually you become attract
Superstition - part 8I learned there is this really great way of defense against that occasional turbulent moments in life, it's laughter. It is a variation on "when life gives you lemons". I think it is kind of sad life has nothing better to do than pick lemons to give you as a joke.Superstition - part 83 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They apparently did make some research on it - laughing, even when you don't feel like it,
makes you happy, or content with the situation at least. Something about the brain's chemistry.
I know it's difficult to even smile when you are caught in an angry, sad or terrifying moment on your own. Even if you can force yourself to laugh at something, it is not the most reliable method.
I'm pretty sure that when two people of a similar mindset manage to find each other, the unspoken idea around the topic becomes to drive the other with conscious good intentions, and one of the best ways to induce positive energy is through humor, among other things, it is contagious.
We also never seemed to lack compliments or empathy, and neither