A Master and His DogA Master and His DogA Master and His Dog2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The master aimed his rifle, the glint of the barrel shining in his eyes. It was better that way. The old bloodhound laid on the warm earth ahead of him – calm, eyes steady and muscles relaxed. The blood hound wagged his tail and let his ears droop. Never had the forest felt so familiar to his paws, the air so cool to his fur, the grass so soft, and the house visible from the wilderness so large and inviting.
The master understood this was the time and place. His children played in the front yard by the oak tree unaware. This was the best their father could do – give them the comfort that came with ignorance. The bloodhound was a member of the family. He licked them as they wept, barked as they cheered, nestled by them until they fell asleep, and guarded them while they slept. He guided the family dutifully through every wonder and path the forest offered as if they were his own pups.
The bloodhound and the
My encounters with the unknownI remember it all rather clearly, the strange events that plagued me when I was younger. I’m not sure whether to call them supernatural or what. I was perhaps thirteen when most of it happened, I never had no imagination of my own so I am for certain that most of it was real but I still acknowledge the fact that I was young and could have dreamt it all and that these events were nothing but a trick that my mind had devised while I was asleep or some cruel prank. I don’t expect everyone to believe it, and that’s okay because everyone has their own beliefs and opinions. With that said, I suppose it’s time for me to begin my tale.My encounters with the unknown3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When the first events happened, I was in the fourth grade. Young, naive, and with a hunger for a good ghost story. I read everything I could on the matter of spirits and psychics. I was fascinated with the thought of beings from another world and being capable to communicate with them so I really didn’t mind when t
World G, prolougePrologueWorld G, prolouge3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Two men are in the woods standing over a strange device, a black box about the size of a large printer. when a hologram appeared, an adult pale as a ghost with black hair gray eyes with a glint of violence and nervousness panic in them, yet it was controlled, the men moved closer curious about the machine. “You know the kids and people who disappear everyday? Not the ones who are found but the ones who aren’t found at all. No bodies, no skeletons, not even a piece of hair… They have gone to a different world. I’ve been there and I’m still there,...... that is if time moves. If you find this that mean this has got through the vortex first. The world I’m at I call gladiator because there are two world rules survive and kill, you must kill or be killed. My name WAS Alex Lethalis, but here I go by Blackkingclaw. I send this in regards to anyone who knew me. At the end of the hologram a camera attached is to this to all the people who don&
Roof Riffing ExerciseSeveral summer nights have been spent lying on the roof of my grandparent’s carport. Sometimes I would have a book in hand and other times I was found lying in my grandpa’s arms. He would joke around about how much I hated heights, but had no difficulties getting onto the roof of the carport. Our house is located on a hill so the top of the carport was actually floor level to our front door. One specific night we spent on the roof would be July 4 when we would watch the fireworks and the stars. He would pull out his pistol and would shoot into the sky, showing his patriotic side. The neighbors would hoot and cheer and then would go back to lighting what I swore was every firework in Nebraska cause they just never stopped lighting them off for the entire week possible and sometimes they’d still have a couple to light off here and there five weeks later.Roof Riffing Exercise3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My grandpa always kept the tree in the front yard trimmed so that we could
Faux Comic Con trailer: Hunters(first scene: Bill Peterson is talking with Valerie Hu in The Soaring Phoenix)Faux Comic Con trailer: Hunters3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Valerie (cheerful): So, first day out of college. You've really come a long way, Bill.
Bill: Yeah, really proud.
Valerie: So, what have ya got planned?
Bill: Well actually...
(Gets interrupted by Valerie's grandmother)
"Granny" Hu: (in Chinese) Valerie, table six still needs their order!
Valerie: (to Bill) Hold that thought. (to Granny in Chinese) Coming right up.
(Valerie turns to Bill and shrugs)
Valerie: Sorry, duty calls.
(second scene: Bill is walking down a sidewalk at night until he sees a humanoid Sightwalker slash a man's waist, causing him to stumble before moving in on the kill, however Bill runs up and thwacks it with a skateboard, causing it to growl at him as it recovers. It lunges at him only for Paul to push Bill aside and smack its head with his Blood Ruth. Paul turns to Bill and smirks)
Paul: Bad time to be takin' a walk, mate.
(cue title: Hunters)
WIP - Character Chart - FenukuName : Fenuku Is my name. I don't think you want to play this game darling.WIP - Character Chart - Fenuku3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Age : I'm 21. Perfectly legal to do anything... Y-you don't belive me? Fine I'm 18.
Gender : Oh come on.. I don't look that much like a girl do I?! I'm a male, and no you can't look.
Height : About 5 foot 10 or 9... I know I know I'm on the tall side.
Weight : 167 LBS. Not as much as most but hey I don't have alotta dough to dump on constant snacks.
Birthday : .. I-.... I don't need to celebrate such foolish things. I celebrate September 9th.
Species : I'm a human of course silly... Just a human~!
Skin : I'd say lightly tanned. Not pure white or pale. Just tanned, maybe with a gold undertone?
Orientation : While I don't date often I'd go ethier way I guess.
Hair : My hair's black but the tips are dyed orangish-red. People say it seem to scream 'Halloween'.
Eyes : Your rather curious aren't you? Reddish-brown I guess you could say.
Scars : A few wrapping around my torso and arms but nothing to bad.
War of Terror, Part 2Chapter 2War of Terror, Part 23 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Kick the Pony
Only a day had passed since Archareon's attack on the palace. The entire kingdom was still caught in the shock of the attack. Archareon had personally killed Queen Aleena, and Manic and Sonia, trapped inside the palace, died in its collapse. Despite Sonic's return from the afterlife, which was quickly learned upon his return, Mobotropolis remained in total shock from the event. Due to its magnitude in killing the Queen, and two of her children, the last member of the family, Sonic, was to lead Mobius' loyalists. However, Sonic, too broken after the death of his family, had fled to Knothole, where he found temporary sanctuary. There, he despaired over his loss, and wondered if resurrection was truly worth the lives of his family. Sonic could not sleep the night of the attack; his mind was too raveled by the whereabouts of Archareon, and his reason, other than that of possible Divine Order, to carry out the foul deed he had done.
During the morning, Sonic remained
Your ChanceThis is your chance, choose carefully.Your Chance3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
UnlovedHave you ever been afraid of being alone forever? Felt that sudden grip on your heart when you think about the future? Or how unlikable you are or might be to the desired sex? Sometimes I feel that. But I'm not necessarily afraid of being without someone I love- It's more like I'm afraid of pushing people so far away- of being so unfeeling- that I become unlovable.Unloved3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to be that old lady who's eating lunch alone in a restaurant, with no wedding ring- no signs of people who love her- nothing but herself lost amongst the sea of jubilant, vibrant people. I'm lost. I'm scared. I'm angry. I'm a monster.
I don't know how to fix myself.
I don't know how to be who I want to be.
I don't know how to be the right person.
Character Development Interview MemeCharacter Development Interview MemeCharacter Development Interview Meme3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) Why does your character have the name xe does?
2) If your character's paternal grandmother gave xir a gift xe hated, how would xe react?
3) If your character's favorite teacher/tutor gave xir a magic wand, what would xe do?
4) Has your character ever fallen in love? If so, when and why?
5) How does your character feel about bikinis? Why?
6) If your character was responsible for the death of xir favorite family member, how would xe feel?
7) If your character found a credit card someone had obviously lost, what would xe do?
8) If your character's maternal grandmother gave xir a documentary about highschool to watch, would xe?
9) Who does your character look up to? Why?
10) How does/would your character feel about xir favorite family member's favorite TV show, if xe has one?
11) Who is/was your character's least-favorite family member? What is/was xe like?
12) If your character found a wallet someone had obviously lo
12-1 Stumble !!!!!!!!!!!!!Delemia Declassfication only person(child). Person(child) witness Mt. Helen explosion and 9/11 B-52 'Nuclear Warhead' extremely possible. Mask so call prion from cows or Mad Cow. If person(child) were to join the military and 'release' the information before joining the military. Those documents are classified but if person(child) 'already' release them. But the thing is person(child) did not release them not only that passed declassfication. How's the 25 or 6 year thing work. How is the wikileak thingy and yet what if to stir controversial the goverment that already got the information the it created wikileak get capture. Or they got the information then serve in the military but the information in the middle serving the military with slow mail like masked in request easily fragile mail request a type of travel and the long distance of forwarding mail. Thinking harder making Afghans of knowing 'nuclear' 'and being set up framed12-1 Stumble !!!!!!!!!!!!!3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Dance of Couples As the busy streets of Tokai were buzzing with its catering of shops and the ringing of bikes, there are many moments in the streets that create a lasting impression. I know, I remember one event that helped me and my girlfriend become closer.The Dance of Couples4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It started with me and my girlfriend walking in the streets; looking at the various shops and enjoying the scenery. Then, there was this one building that caught our attention; a dancing academy who was giving out free dancing lessons today. It must of have been a celebration or something. Anyways, I was asking my girlfriend if she wanted to try it out. Even though she was getting all embarrassed, she did agree to go. When we got inside, the place was very elegant. Like there were gentlemen and ladies everywhere and I felt like I was a butler. When we were walking in the room, a person was guiding us to the changing rooms. Apparently, we needed to dress up so we can dance properly. I was wearing pro
Atelier Ecriture - 14.10.2013 - Precieuse AurelieComme toutes les personnes précieuses, elle avait tout un tas de manières, aussi alambiquées les unes que les autres. Alors qu’il suffisait à certains de lever la tête pour regarder la forme des nuages, elle faisait mille gestes de son buste et de ses mains, comme si cela allait influencer la position desdits nuages. Chaque mouvement se voulait gracieux et devenait inutile, chaque parole se souhaitait censée, et prononcée de la plus belle des voix, et Aurélie se retrouvait à agacer son entourage avec des phrases faussement chantées…Atelier Ecriture - 14.10.2013 - Precieuse Aurelie4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Son énorme derrière, constamment posé sur le plus beau fauteuil qui lui était réservé, se rehaussait de façon grotesque lorsqu’elle voulait jouer à la Dame. Et sa bouche en cul de poule n’impressionnait réellement personne.
Certains jours, Aurélie avait sur les lèvres un soleil rayonnant d
Good Quotes November 2013“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”Good Quotes November 20134 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“HOW COME NOBODY TELLS ME WHEN WE HAVE COMPANY??
I JUST WALKED THROUGH MY HOUSE IN A SPORTS BRA SINGING THE OPENING SONG TO THE LION KING AND MY SISTER HAS TWO BOYS OVER.
JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE
made a good first impression you cultured sex thing
if anybody’s wondering, i’m now best friends with both of them and they introduce me to people as ‘the one in the bra that i told you about’”
-Madabear and sasstielspn
“he [Tom Hiddleston] really is disarmingly sweet and genuinely charming he’s not even trying he’s just fucking like that when he was born he probably apologized to his mom for the fuss and told a nurse she was pretty”
“i never again want to wake up and find
that someone else has gone in the night.
when i was 8, my father's body decided
it was no longer vital, and so it sto
He Will ForgetSingle Days Episode 2: He'll ForgetHe Will Forget4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“I wish you would stop crying.” I tell Malikai as I sit down in the rocking chair.
Naturally he doesn't stop. I can't really blame him though; he's cutting teeth again. It seems to happen every other week. I put his plug in his mouth and pat his back while he flops his head onto my collarbone.
My earbuds go in because I don't want to listen to my relatives complain about me. I don't even get through one song before Malikai pulls out both earbuds. Frowning, annoyed, I take them away and drop my ipod on the floor. I don't even try to stop the sigh.
My son pushes himself away from me. He isn't crying anymore thankfully. Maybe the medicine has kicked in. His blue eyes fixate on the ring dangling from a chain around my neck.
He's too young to remember his father wearing this. He's too young to remember his father at all and Darren doesn't visit enough for any impression to be made. This doesn't stop Malikai from picking it up and crying
Random Conversations with Sammeh!Sammeh - MeRandom Conversations with Sammeh!4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
X - Old firend ( back stabing/replaced me piece of shit )
X : *raises eyebrow* so you learned how to shoot a gun
Sammeh: *poker facing it* *slowly nods*
X2: *wide eyed* Who taught you?
Sammeh: ...my father
X3: That is the last person who should trust YOU with a damn gun!!
Sammeh: *sweat drop* yeah...
Sammeh: Hurricanes will be getting stronger dude to global warming. Global warming is a natural occurrence do to sun spot cycles, the earth's orbit, meteor activity, and volcano eruptions. Nothing man made really makes a big impact on it because global warming has happened all through out time, even before humans there were even higher temperatures. This effects hurricane strength because global warming heats up the ocean to help hurricanes that need more than 80 degrees temperatures to
Some StrangerI’ve always wanted to talk to a stranger with patient eyes about my life.Some Stranger4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I’d tell them about how my best friend was Shawn Quinn, in elementary school.
I’d talk about the first time my mother let me walk home by myself.
But then I received roller blades. And it wasn’t so bad.
I’d talk about the trauma in my childhood.
The neighbors, who had disgusting fingers that touched me
I’d probably talk too much about it.
I’d tell them about how much I loved ugly sweaters
My parents never approved
I’d remember the family Christmas parties
And how much I adored them.
I’d grimace when I talked about how I engorged myself on toffee and water chestnuts
I can’t eat either anymore.
And I’d probably give a large amount of time talking about Heather
The first woman I fell in love with.
How it began beautifully
And I stayed up nights aching in my soul for her
It didn’t end well
And I was proud of myself for moving on
The Aboutness of WritingThere is something to a writer as there is to a photographer; words do not make an author as a camera does not make a photog. Exalting writers to a degree which diligently creeps along the veneration in which a God would receive at the lips of his sheep, I find myself falling short of that, and yet at the edge of something better than I. The feeling is sickening as if I were on the brink of puking my brains out: that moment of salivation, of sweetness clawing at the corners of your cheeks as you lean over: and then- the heav- but it doesn’t come just yet. But there lingers a feeling of euphoria, the moment before climax when the mind folds into itself, drawing nothing but blankness and white light, as the body tenses only to swell and ebb : and here it comes- the relea- but it doesn't come just yet. There is an aboutness to this, the aboutness as if I could one day be exalted in my words, much like Bukowksi, Palahniuk, Murakami…or the aboutness as if I would crumble and spThe Aboutness of Writing4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The New Adventures of John Ch5 Pt 1In the AURADISThe New Adventures of John Ch5 Pt 14 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
John the lucario was doing a video chat on his computer to the others at home and he told them that he will be home just in time for dinner, then turned it off. Then he began setting coordinates to the fields of Peace, he pushed a lever and off he went. To pass the time John went to the library and read a book next to the fire place.
Then the AURADIS materialized, John in his usual attire( long scarf, fedora, and bookbag) went outside to take a look. John saw that he was in an alleyway at night, so he locked the AURADIS doors and went to take a look. No one was walking at night, from what John could tell it must be at least a hundred years before he was born, the time when everyone believed in Vampires . John himself doesn't believe in those vampires, then he heard someone scream" HELP ME"!!!!!
John ran towards the sound and saw a gliscor chasing a pikachu with a red bandanna so he ran and kic
Click hereYou enter a room.Click here5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s a slightly abrupt feeling, as if you were doing something important or interesting, and then you suddenly found yourself walking into a room.
However it tickles the back of your brain that you have no idea what you were doing before you entered the room - if you were doing anything at all. You try and cast your mind back to before the room and realise you can’t. You have no memory of anything directly before this room; not even the time of day, if it was day.
You admit to yourself that it’s an odd sensation.
There’s an animal in the room, sitting on the floor and looking directly at you. You look back. There’s a long, involuntary staring contest before you finally break the silence,
“Hi.” You say,
“Hello.” Says the animal, and you are extremely surprised as you weren’t expecting a real response. You’d have been happy with an animalistic noise.
“You can talk.” You tell the animal,
Disastrous EventsWarning: There are spoilers from Ratchet & Clank Into The Nexus within this chapter, if you do not wish to have the game ruined for you please don't read any further. This is your only warning.Disastrous Events5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mists of the Universe
Chapter One: Disastrous Events
Staring into the cold silent space, almost feeling that its so empty in every corner of the universe. Crystal felt quite strange using gravity boots for the first time and standing around on the side of the ship, she couldn’t shift the feeling that something was coming. She couldn’t tell what this feeling was maybe a larger ship, natural but dangerous energy travelling across the sector; she just didn’t know, this frightened her. Crystal felt impatient about her elemental powers, they laid dormant inside her for more than three years, just waiting to be fully restored. Deep down she knew using her powers too much at one time will i
Innocent Victim Chapter 7"What?!" was all that I could choke out. Titanic mated with Lusitania and had shiplings?! Why had she not told us?! Of course, he knew the answer to that; they would've forced her to be rid of the shiplings and she would've been punished hard, maybe even scrapped. Maybe it was for her own good. he thought.Innocent Victim Chapter 75 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mauretania just continued to talk, "Please don't tell anyone! If anyone finds out their half-liners, and especially from Cunard and White Star, they'll be killed! And I'll be killed too, for protecting them and hiding the secret! Please, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone unless it's Olympic!" she begged.
Britannic was quiet for a moment, thinking. Why should he help her? All she had done her entire life was dis his line and attack his most respected sister with harsh words and actions. But that didn't make it right to where he would tell the whole world and get not only Mauretania killed, but two shiplings that didn't deserve it.
He hesitated and sigh,
The Missing Idol Chapter 1The Missing Idol Chapter 15 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Missing Idol
Chapter 1: Where Has Eri Gone?
Opening Theme: Hitorinbo Envy by Hatsune Miku
Pulling pranks with a straight face,
Using tears while making my excuses
It’s so lonely, I wanna play around
Syrupy like honey
To you, and even you
To be blunt, I’m not really needed
In this world, right?
That festival seems pretty fun
Walk, walk, come over here
Clap your hands and walk, rattatta
That’s enough, I’m tired, go away
Today too, I’m a bad child, an unwanted child
I dreamed of rich colors
But when I wake up, all I see are my two black hands
Only I’m being torn apart
That voice sounds so happy as it sings
Tonight, tonight, at that place
Everyone, let’s go, hurry! Rattatta
That’s good, that’s great, if you feel envious
A carefree child dances happily, unknowing.
On a one, two, three and four, let’s play hide and seek
Hiro-kun, Haru-chan, I found you~
Out of breath, we play a game of tag
And I was caught by you.