InevitableInevitableInevitable3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
by Alex M.
Since the dawn of humanity we have strived for the betterment of the communities. We have thrived on the richness of the lands sweet fruits and the good hunt. Tribes thrived on the support of each other in times of great peace or grave danger.
There are times where nature was our greatest of enemies. In the darkest parts of the forest, or deep beneath the surfaces of the waters lurked great beasts that would not think twice about killing and devouring humans. The elements of the land were as savage as any beast on earth. Humanity had to defend themselves against nature by any means necessary.
Humans used long sticks and blunt stones they could craft to pierce flesh and break bones. From their victories against the fierce beasts of the land they learned how the animals survived nature. Their meat was consumed for sustenance. From their fur they protected themselves against the biting chill of the air to keep warm. By driving out a beast from their home it becomes t
The unedible"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK....!"The unedible9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"DON'T SPIT ON ME!!!"
The GamblerSgt Willie was my unit leader. He was a good sarge. He expected you to do your job without supervision. He had several vices. Smoking big cigars, drinking, and gambling.The Gambler10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The problem was no one trusted each other when the "crew" got together to play. Willie could deal one handed and still tell you what you have. The others were the same way.
This is where I came in. I played cards. Spades. Poker. I had just one tiny issue. I was the worst card shuffler and dealer in the world. I spent more time picking them up than dealing. That was how I got the job.
I became the crew's dealer. I was so inept there was no way I could rig the game so I was trusted by all.
Every Friday till early Sunday morning Sgt Willie held these poker games. His wife was an ex Vegas showgirl so they knew how to set up a Vegas style game with all the fixings.
My reward was food. I ate really good and got a few perks. I got a motorcycle as it was placed as a bet then lost. It was my tip. I have seen everything fr
Bast (Girl into Feline)BastBast (Girl into Feline)22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The box lids folded back as a young slim blonde girl opened them and took out a large object wrapped in newspaper, carefully she unwrapped the object from the newspaper revealing it to be a shiny black statue of a cat with little emeralds for the eyes.
The placed it on the shelf opposite the sofa just above the television but as she placed it she received a strange shock from it . She placed on the shelf and ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to figure out where and why she had got this statue, she spaced out as her hazel eyes changed into a light emerald colour.
Suddenly she snapped back to reality and resumed unpacking her remaining boxes until it was late into the night, but as she slept for the rest of the night, strange things began to happen to her from her blonde locks darkening into pitch black to her nails on her finger and toes shaping into points and turning black and hard like granite.
By the morning the former blonde awoke feeling fuzzy and her joints felt
blossomsShe always has bruises somewhere on her body. Always has had.blossoms1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her legs, stick thin, white as milk with those knobbly knees, have been full of them since she was but a young child; her legs, but then also her back, her ribs, her arms. Once, even her face.
Justified by her clumsiness and…other things.
She presses first her fingertips, then her nails to one particularly large one and feels the pain ripple out from it. Like blossoms they are, purple blue and soft, blurred edges.
They remind her of pansies.
It would be more beautiful, she muses mournfully, if they didn’t turn darkened yellow and brown.
Life is ugly, sallow and yellow-green enough.
The bruises it gives her, at least, should be beautiful.
UntitledSelf analysis (personal essay)Untitled2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"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
Chapter OneChapter One2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sirens blared across the entire facility, this was the first sound the young lombax heard; opening her eyes slowly she shivered by the slight chill of the room. She looked around, finding herself lying on the cold metal floor that was partly covered in broken glass and a strange breathable fluid, fortunately she did not appear to be injured. Pushing her arms towards her body she realised her body felt weak, at times it was slightly painful to move; she quietly groaned and panted as each passing pain occurred.
As her strength began to regain she turned herself around, noticing the shattered experiment pod; wires continued to swing unconnected and fluid dripped onto the floor. The young lombax was very confused, why was she here? Closing her eyes for a second she took a deep sigh; quickly reopening them in confusing by the sound of her own breath “...W...Why do I sound so different? I don’t understand...” she said in her mind.
Looking down at her hands
Old enemy....New friend.Midnight Patrol. NATO War games.Old enemy....New friend.3 days 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
The Cat with the Missing EarThe sun had slowly sunk into the horizon, and the moon illuminated the dark country with its bright beam of light. The country was located on the outside of a bustling, busy city. In the distance, the bright lights from the skyscrapers where very eye-catching. So ginormous was the city. Big, vast and so many nooks and crannies to explore. But in the country, not one resident was awake. Everyone, tired from their hard day’s work, was dead asleep. It seemed not a single soul was up and moving.The Cat with the Missing Ear3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All but one.
Somebody was feeling up and perky. Somebody felt like wandering through the darkness. Did I mention that this someone happened to be a cat? Not just any cat, mind you. A cat with a missing ear, to be exact. This particular cat had no owner, or a home to call her own. Her home lay in the sleepy country. While the city had many more places to explore, the cat was content with sticking to the suburbs. Too many risks and hidden dangers lay burrowed in the city, ones that would jump u
ElementsWind in my ears so loud that I can't even hear. Air trying to force it's way into my lungs yet I can't breath. The ground beneath me is nonexistent. It's there, but it moves so closely with the terrain it might as well not be. I see the on-coming waves and brace myself. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I feel myself fly up into the air. This is it. The water beneath me is gone yet still manages to remain, as a reminder. But the oncoming impact doesn't matter, it's just me and the air. I close my eyes and take in a breath before holding it. As I cut into the water it's warm. The depth of icy blue I never believed I would be describing as anything but cold holds me in a warm embrace. These are the moments when I know where I'm supposed to be. In my element. Being moved by the wind and held by the water. My adrenaline and my protection. Everything that I am. Wind and water and Me.Elements3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Frankfurt Lights OutWelcome to Germany.Frankfurt Lights Out4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After an exhausting flight from Fairbanks I arrived in Frankfurt Germany.
I was on temporary loan to the 3rd Armor Division as part of a test.
I was sent over in early December 73 for two months. I was to leave at the end of January 74.
The test was a simple one.
How does an Arctic conditioned soldier fare in a European winter environment.
When I left Fairbanks it was 60 below zero.
I arrived in Frankfurt to 31 degrees above zero and it was snowing.
I was met by a ride to the base where I got in well after midnight.
I was suffering from horrible jet lag so I decided to go out to the gym to work out and do some jogging. There I was in shorts, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt running in the snow and sweating. You see I have been in Alaska long enough to acclimate to the conditions. To me this was a 91 degree temperature change. Other GIs were running about bundled up in their coats complaining how cold it was......to them.....to me......Miami Beach.
My assignment was to an
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 74 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
random thoughts. ..Why are pigeons seen as disease carrying winged rats, while doves are revered as a symbol of peace and beauty? Doves are just albino pigeons, but nobody would buy a brand of soap called "pigeon" now, would they?random thoughts. ..4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
People think dandelions are just weeds, but who the hell decided tulips were so great?
Or roses for that matter. Why is it that a red rose symbolizes love, but a black one symbolizes death? Is it that everyone we love will eventually die?
Why do we look down on people who try to forget their problems by using drugs, but sympathize with them when they go to the doctor? Heroin and cocaine were originally used for medicinal purposes, right? What the he'll do these idiots think is in that vicodin? Candy?
Show me a car that can only go as fast as the speed limit, and I'll show you a $25,000 go kart.
If human beings are meant to be monogamous, why aren't we born married?
Why are women seen as "the weaker sex", when they can pretty much squeeze something the size of a watermelon out o
Bubble gumЕщё одна заметка из моей жизни.Bubble gum4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Я взял в рот жвачку, коей уже было околр двух месяцев, и начал ее активно жевать. Животные едят, когда знают, что они в безопасности, и я пытаюс
At the GateI sat on the floor observing the door.At the Gate4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The room brightly lit by the full moon.
Outside the steel door I heard it.
Sniffing the edges as if hunting.
Yes, I knew it had me cornered.
Alone, unarmed, no other way out.
I sat strangely unafraid.
My breathing was calm, deep, fluid.
I was ready for this.
I stood up as now it dragged it's massive claws done the door.
I watched as the door bended in from the sheer force of what was on the other side.
The screeching noise mixed with the flexing scream of metal under stress.
I knew it was time.
I approached the door now hot from the flexing. The breathing on the other side increasing as I reached for the door handle.
I flung the door wide open.
I faced an empty hallway.
A thought came to mind.
Though I walk through the valley of death,
I shall fear..........no evil.
An event experienced while under the effects of LSD, Alaska 1974
The Old HouseI frequently have nightmares. I was told it was due to stress (I have many anxieties), but I'm not sure.The Old House5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wrote several months ago about a type of nightmare I have regularly. I dream about a lot of really messed-up houses, sometimes based on houses I've lived in before, sometimes new ones I don't recall ever being in. There are usually hidden rooms, no lights, and random furniture strewn about the place.
I won't go into detail about all of the different places I've dreamed about, but one thing in particular has stuck out in several different dreams.
I lived in a place in Ohio several years ago and the place was quite old. I didn't think much about it while I lived there, but I kept dreaming about it after we moved (around 10-years later).
The basement and my old closet in particular.
I've had around a dozen (maybe more) dreams involving that closet. The door was very small (you had to crawl through it to get in; the inside of the closet was the size of a regular bedroom, but the door
Heart MachineA machine keeps this heart beating...that's the only thing that could after all the damage this organ sustained. Each "no" and their variations were answered with courtesy, with the fakest smile in the world. However an invisible blade cuts a new gap inside, making it harder for proper function. After he gave up on that organ, a machine was put there artificially just because no one would like to admit that the cause of death could be the heart. And it beats through a machine, because the machine can't say no, else it also would refuse to keep that heart beating.Heart Machine5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Something strangeWhen i was seven, i was really short, like most seven year old's. I was like any normal kid, i would run around and play, but thinking back now i notice something odd. every memory from when i was seven until i was ten my parents had a strange appearance. for some reason i couldn't see their heads, now i how it sound. "your a short kid, duh your not gana see their heads when their standing" but that wasn't always the case for me. Even when my parents where standing at eye level with me or siting in a chair, i just couldn't see their face's.The only time i could see their face's was when they were yelling at me.Something strange5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I ask my siblings if they ever remember anything like this, i could never get a straight answer out of them. it makes me wonder if its just me or are the hiding something. take this story how ever you want it. some of you will think its fake and it may very well be, but its just something that I've always remembered that seemed out of place in my life. If i was imaging it then w
The Pen is truly more mighty then any swordIts suprising how much words can affect us. From birth we are taught that sticks and bones can break my bones but words can never hurt me, but It’s wrong. words have so much power that them alone can bring a person to there knees a broken person. As we read in school and hear in movies, the pen is quite often mightier than the sword. We live in an age when girls are pushed into molds to make them a “perfect girl” to attract a man for her looks not for what’s inside. We push them hard to lose more and more weight than is healthy to keep their skinny look just to impress some guy that would go to the next girl that catches his eye. We live in a time where if you are on the internet anyone can bully and harass you until you want to end it all and you will never even know the names of your bullies. All just from a few simple words and the people doing these words always respond the same way “Oh she just can’t take a joke” this happens all theThe Pen is truly more mighty then any sword5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A week in WhitmortonGiven how strange the circumstances in the village of Whitmorton were, I feel that we should have been informed about them beforehand. Certainly there should have been more of a hint of what was going to happen. And yet, I know that we had hints, if only we had chosen to follow up on them.A week in Whitmorton5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My cousin Alice and I were travelling across country, aiming for Whitmorton. We had found out about it in a travel guide and some phone calls had secured us a week at a cottage which was owned by a Mr Adam Doyle, currently residing in France, and which was maintained by his younger brother Kevin; Adam had been a resident of the village until some fifteen years earlier when his work had seen him move to France to follow his office's relocation. The cottage was kept as their holiday home, and rented out when they were not there.
There was nothing hugely unusual about the village itself; Whitmorton is a small place, with maybe fifty houses spread out across a couple of miles with
SootA fine coat of soot and ashes covered the ground. What was once leafy green underbrush now gave way to dead branches and trampled leaves. Rotted trunks had tipped over and crashed onto anything beneath it. It had been a tall tree that towered above the rest.Soot5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Gusts of wind swept up the smoke far up into the sky. Orange clouds slowly swallowed up the night stars. A pungent smell lingered in the air that was not there a few hours before.
Rocks were all that remained buried in the dirt. Some were smooth and round while others were jagged and sharp. All were caked with dust. Twisted roots jutted out from the ground. Most were uprooted with clumps of dry dirt sticking to the tips of the roots.
One tree had blocked a rushing stream. Water bubbled up slowly eroding away the dead wood. It pooled out forming a miniature pond. It seeped into the ground and disappeared beneath the Earth.
Amongst the littered branches was a smoldering half used cigarette. Powdered nicotine spilled out of the open e