Lakota's Interrogation Part 1Lakota's Interrogation Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
-I haven't seen my mom since those mean cops took us out of Emmy's Diner. I still don't understand why she didn't take us straight home. It had to do with all those cars in front
our house. They all had Umbrella logos on it, that's where dad works. Cops were there too, to make sure no one else got in. What did he do? It must of been bad, I couldn't even count how many cars were on our street, all around our house.
The cops even put hand cuffs on me, is that legal? I'm only 11 years old, and I didn't even do anything! Mom refused to leave the diner when the cops showed up. They said they had to take us to where our father was, but she didn't believe them.
"Umbrella won't get away with this." She turned to look at everyone in the diner, who
were all looking at us.
"If you do not see us again, blame Umbrella." The one cop didn't seem to like that too much, for then he pushed her towards the exit, places hand cuffs on both me and my mom. I still want to know what we did
What have the Jews ever done for us?!(Yes, I'm basing this off of the incredibly funny Monty Python skit, What have the Romans ever done for us.)What have the Jews ever done for us?!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
What have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Somewhere in Germany, in Nuremberg, in a secret building)
(A bunch of Neo-nazis are talking)
Head Nazi: (stands up to podium) Alright! Order everybody, order!
(Nazis keep talking.)
Head Nazi: (sigh) Heinrich, if you will?
Nazi 1: (nods, pulls out air horn and HONKS it. Nazis all stop talking and their heads snap foreword)
Head Nazi: Thank you! Alright, everybody, welcome to the secret underground meeting of the neo-nazis, its good to have you all here. Now lets get right down to business. The main goal of the neo-nazi party is to rid Germany and Europe and then the world of the Jews.
(Nazis all nod in excitement.)
Head Nazi: After all, what have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Silence and then one Nazi slowly raises hand.)
Nazi 2: The cure for polio?
Head Nazi: What?
Nazi 3: Oh yeah! The polio vaccine was invented by Jonas Salk, a Jew!
The Fractal ManYou wake up and before reality sets in you plan how you would like your day to go.The Fractal Man8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do the whole bathroom thingyou lather, you rinse, you repeat.
You dress slowly under your own scrutiny and regardless of whether you are in overalls or a uniform or a silk linen suit, you hate the way you look. You will never look the way you did that other day, the day you were happy just being yourselfthough you cannot specifically remember when that day was.
Eventually you exit your humble little home and stumble into the concentrated centre of a mad, mad world. In this land skyscrapers dwarf the rising sun and the earth below them is forever in their shadow. The city streets are always an endless stream of chaos around you.
If you were like me, you wore a silk linen suit and the toast was always the same.
It was never a far step from the inside of any building to the inside of a
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
Celer, Silens, MortalisI creep through the underbrush, dark and quiet,Celer, Silens, Mortalis4 years ago in Settings More Like This
With no moonlight there is nothing to see.
I'm not really there; the sentry's eyes playing tricks.
My teeth flash in the night, my own eyes shining: anticipating.
The rain drives in anger, he strains to see what is not there,
I can promise he will find nothing in the brush.
A silent question is asked... Will he live past midnight?
He doesn't know... the Reaper's already signed the man's death warrant.
He closes his eyes for a second, opened and there I am,
Standing in the foliage, but blink and I'm gone.
What the fuck was that; panic... it's written all over his face.
The smell of fear just leaked into the air.
He knows he's committed terrible acts against humanity,
He knows there will be a man that comes for him,
He knows that man will claim his life to avenge his victims,
He knows his prayers to his deity will not be met... God has turned away.
Recruited by the Reaper,
Papers signed by the Higher-High,
Endorsed by Hercules and Sp
Nemiah - a fragmentNemiah - a fragment10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nemiah a Hesirion fragment.
Two gliding shadows, hot to the touch as they caressed the salt-glass sand, mingled and fused with the cooler unmoving shade of a tall Levaan Palm. The trees twisting stems marked the edges of the spreading fingers of the great Inship Desert; sun burned fingers that had long ago begun to stretch and claw their way into the cooler, ocean quenched lands of the Dol-Haalat, and here, at the north-western edge of the land of Hirad.
Dadengo, the sun, not quite halfway through his journey across the cloudless lapis lazuli ocean that served as the Haradi-Inship sky, shone as only a god could; and the heat of his love for this land would only increase as noon approached. Below, a pair of tattooed lizards danced a foot-cooling dance while keeping at least one of their rotating eyes on the interlopers.
Of the two owners of the now motionless shadows, the most immediately striking was the tall graceful woman. Poised like an ancient bronze st
I Will Fight YouI Will Fight YouI Will Fight You6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So many think,
That they can walk over anyone,
And no-one will even blink
There is no limit to the depravity,
Unto which they will sink
And so many more just want the problem,
To go away,
But the sad, sad truth is that,
A problem not dealt with,
Is one that never fades...!
To those of you who live life this way...
I will stand beside the true...
And I will fight you...
Are you ready for the fallout?
It's coming down,
I will break you, make you drown,
In everything you are!
I will fight you, yes I'll fight you,
And it doesn't matter how far,
That you run,
I will fight you for what you've done
It's coming, it's coming,
It's coming down
It's coming, it's coming,
You will hear the sound,
Of my fury
So many hide,
Themselves behind truth that is,
Nothing more than lies,
And when confronted,
And so many more ignore and pray,
That they'll be gone the next day
They look the other way,
And say it matters not the games they play,
And they ignore the pa
'The Governor's Nocturnal thoughts''The Governor's Nocturnal thoughts'3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under a clear midsummer night sky,
One's spirit remains clear, quietly acute.
As the cicadas replay eternal concertos
In the patches of magnolias and hydrangeas,
Thereby I wonder, cup in my hand filled with
The potent, flagrant spirit of rice Baijiu,
Quietly pondering on the chaotic winds of fate;
“Are we like leaves caught in the winds?
Are we set to be, O ye Gods of Heaven,
Yielded to destiny, witnessing the end of the world
And then the beginning of a whole new world?
Let us drink to fate, brothers and sisters,
In hope that it is turning in the end all right,
So that we all still have a place here.
Tax CollectorTAX COLLECTOR IN 18TH CENTURY LONDONTax Collector4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me"
why in this nightly hour,
I find myself full-clad in tragedy!
for it was I who chose to yet devour,
their final faded coins in earthly greed,
and leave the barren Earth to cry and bleed.
My pistol hard and cold against his skin,
a heartless barrel just like me,
would not show mercy to his crying kin;
survival after all was unlikely.
The youngest son looked deep into my eyes,
and I saw he had read through all the lies.
"Give me the cash I need thou filthy rat!"
I said to this boy's father.
"But sir, I gav' thee all and more at that!"
he pleaded, but my selfish needs would rather
admit him to the smallest cell of jail,
than have the justice of the poor prevail.
But my patience had been tested and tried,
'nd I no longer could contain
myself so I shot as the daughter cried
and watched her father die in hellish pain.
The mother got down begging on her knees;
crying out for her children in her pleas.
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
Broken Heart ..Broken Heart ..3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
ربــمآ لستــ بتلــك الفتــآة الطمــوحهـ ..
لستــ أطمح إلى لمس النجــوم ..
لستــ أطمــح لأن أجري حديثاً مع القــمر ..
لسـتـ أطــمح لأن أصبــح طآآئراً بجنآحيــن ..
Whisper in the valleyWhisperWhisper in the valley2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
Felaryan Sport: Pixie BallFelaryan SportsFelaryan Sport: Pixie Ball4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Pixie Ball
Pixie ball is a sport that was developed in the Fairy Kingdom by the local fairies. One of the things that the fairies find most fun to do is to fool around with the Pixie Float; an airborne Jellyfish that preys upon Birds, virtually harmless to a fairy. Eventually they made up a game, using the Pixie float as a ball and called it "Pixie Ball (how creative).
Pixie Ball is essentially an airborne, chaotic version of Soccer, where the goal of the game is to score as many goals as you can, more than the opponent teams. Teams are divided, 6 players, one of them being the "Goal Keeper".
The typical Field of play is a 100 yard long,25 Yard Wide field open space, having tree's marked in white to show where the out of bounds are is located. The size does vary according to the rules though. &
The Master Chief Facts 2- When Master Chief's X-Box 360 got the Red Ring of Death. He points a gun at it and says: 'You better not... or else.'; Immediately, his console fixed itself and is good as new.The Master Chief Facts 28 years ago in Humor More Like This
- After fixing his 360. This is how Microsoft fixes all broken 360's.
- The Halo 3 Multiplayer Beta crashed because Master Chief is too good a player.
- Originally, Microsoft wasn't going to extend the warranty. Master Chief 'convinced' them to do so.
- No matter how big the Prince of the Cosmos makes it, Master Chief cannot be rolled up by a katamari.
- Master Chief actually died in the dropship crash in the first Halo game. It's just that the clouds of heaven can't support his weight.
- It's been scientifically proven that hating Master Chief and the Halo series causes fatal accidents. THere has never been a survivor.
- Master Chief's blood was used to make a retail beverage, that beverage is Mountain Dew Game Fuel
- The Legendary Edition replica helmets are actually from Spartans that Master Chi
When I Was LittleWhen I Was Little5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was little I did not care,
For the thousands of you struggling out there,
So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.
When I was little I did not know
In your world full of nightmares you continue to grow.
When I was little I did not see
Such trembling lips as they uttered your plea.
When I was little I could not believe
How you kept on struggling on days we didn't grieve?
When I was little how could I have known
Your contagious laughter was a sight to behold.
When I was little I would never have guessed
That with such delicate wings you have been blessed.
When I was little I could not feel
How much your weak smiles really reveal .
So tell me, my child, how do you strive
To live each day just to survive.
Your innocent strides will take you far
For in Gods eyes you are the star.
So soar to the heavens with your fragile soul
And there before the gates we will count your toll.
Because when I was little I didn't dare to dwell
That while I live in heaven you live in hell.
So here is to y
electricityi like to draw pictureselectricity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of broken things.
we met in cyberspace
talked with mouths
spread open w i d e
as our lacquered
tapped out LCD
shimmied across networks
and j i t t e r b u g g e d into
lit up nerves
that has both my
screen and pulse
delirious is certainly
more than a
i do not know what love is but
if i did
i once told you:
"i think you could fix me."
rolled up sleeves to expose
gooseberry arms, bisque
delineated with cornsilk
cracks, faded death
stripping color from
you simply smiled and said:
"i like to draw pictures
of beautiful things.
portraits of you, mostly."
Forgotten Now"Why must I cry for you?", I had recitedForgotten Now3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is said that you meant nothing to me
And with that, it is forgotten
Then, at last, I wept once more
Don't fly too high(French version below)Don't fly too high1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"-Do you have any talents?
-Several, I'm actually pretty talented."
"I love what you're doing Rose...
Rose? I hate that girl. "
To you, peacock, who proudly believes you're showing your feathers off,
Can a monkey pretend to be knowledgeable without being educated?
From your supposed intelligence emanates a tone of stupidity
To make the cattle from my childhood's fields jealous.
Apothecary of lies, selling his smiles to the more destitute,
Words deprived of meaning and more hollow than your skull,
Your poison spreads slowly as the assassin time.
To you who is, after all, only a shadow of dust
Any storm will evaporate you
Look carefully at your reflection and think, if you can;
Then from your false throne reigning on simple minds,
You'll realize the bitter truth:
You, who think you rise above the others,
Don't fly too high,
The divine beauty of the sky
Was never meant for you.
Ne vole pas
The Mad Lord SombraThe Mad Lord Sombra3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[The cover for the book is a black as night, and the book is bound by a magic seal which only shadow magic can open. The pages aren't even weathered, despite the book being obviously old. This is evidence of magic weaved into the pages. The entries are in a dead language known as Old Equestrian. The first entry reads:]
Hours. Endless hours, pouring over every ancient, dusty tome of knowledge I could find. I am so close, but so far...
My name is Lord Sombra of the Crystal Empire, "loyal subject" to the Crystal Queen. Pah. She is not worthy of the title of ruler. She is weak. She spends her time fawning over the peasants, and catering to their every whim. A proper Queen would rule her subjects! Dominate them! No... she is no Queen. She is a peasant like the rest of them. Nay, worse than a peasant. She is dirt on the face of this Empire.
But a new day approaches! The Queen knows not of the studies I have conducted in my personal library. I am beginning to learn the art of shadow magic fro
CreepyPasta: YoungBlood - PrologueCreepyPasta: YoungBlood - Prologue3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Night time in a desolate woods. The only thing that illuminated the sky was a full moon.
In this dark and eerie woods, chants and celebration could be heard. If one went on to have a closer look, you could see all sorts of ghoulish and eerie people celebrating. These strange people were called The C.P. Syndicate. Part of the gang were Slender Man, Herobrine, Smile Dog, Masky and Hoody, Eyeless Jack, The Tails Doll, The Rake, and BEN. They were celebrating the birth of a child. But who's child was it?
All of a sudden, a young man, about in his early twenties with a white hoodie and black pants, came forth; holding a baby in his arms. This was none other than Jeff the Killer. He smiled at the others with wide, white eyes that were burnt around it and a smile that looked hideous.
"My brethren! Tonight, we are gathered here to celebrate a new member of the C.P. Syndicate! This child is the future and terror of mankind. With his incredible powers on our side, we will become invincible and r
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la