SV Chapter 6 War is WarChapter 6SV Chapter 6 War is War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pinkie Pie: War is war
The rising sun was like fire. It was blazing without the heat and burning without the flames, bathing the landscape in red. The whole scene had the appearance of a sunset in reverse. Creeping towards a sleepy village, the glowing light slid over the mountains and hills, scorching the fields and trees. However, as the stalking light reached the Everfree forest, clouds began to move in, black and grey claws grasping for the glowing orb. A tiny sliver was all the reached the village before the clouds snuffed it out like a dying candle.
The village of Ponyville was in as sorry a state as ever. A year had passed since the war that had caused the worst of the damages but still they lingered like an unattended wound. Some attempts at repairs had been made, boards hammered over holes, debris swept from the streets, but otherwise they had been left to fester and putrefy. Time had also taken its toll, but it was secondary
SV Chapter 3 War is WrongChapter 3SV Chapter 3 War is Wrong4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fluttershy: War is Wrong
The sky was the color of murky water and the ground was like an open grave. The mud was moist with thick sweat and even thicker blood that bubbled up if even the slightest pressure was applied. People were screaming, oh were they screaming. Some people were afraid and others were in excruciating torment, the kind of torment you feel when you look down and see your insides sliding out of your body. Sometimes there were screams of fear because they didn't know what had happened and where they were; only that they hurt and they wanted someone to make the hurting stop. Sometimes there was fear because they knew where they were and what was happening and they just didn't want to be there. They wanted to be five again and to run to their mother's arms because they were afraid. The terrible sounds were everywhere; the air itself seemed to be in pain. Yet still the guns fired and the people ran forward. People still killed and people still f
Your WingsCan you hear all the cries?Your Wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you see the pain?
Does any of it reach you?
Through the lies and fingers pointing blame?
I opened my eyes
And saw a world full of fear
How can you watch from on high
As I lose all that I hold dear?
I'm down here on my knees
Begging you to hear my prayers
Just need to know that you're still there
Listen as I call your name so please tell me
Do you see my tears?
All I've ever wanted was your love
And to rest under the shelter of you wings
Blood stained pages full of words old as you
Cities falling and children crying
Tell me is this what you wanted us to do?
Are you watching as all mankind is dying?
Will you open your eyes?
Will you see all the pain?
Will you just stand by?
Are all the prayers in vain?
Please, I'm begging you
Take a moment and look
See those of us who still need you
Can you hear me?
I'm calling out to you
Can you see me?
I'm still right here
And I still want to rest
Beneath the shelter of your wings
The Last"The Last"The Last4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: The Polecat
His footing was unsteady as he walked, weaving about the roadway. Crossing the yellow line, first one way, then the other with his shuffling step. Cracked pavement only crumbling further as worn shoes crunched over them. A shuffle step to the side, weaving about a long abandoned vehicle, one of many that littered the road, every one of them abandoned. Just like the town, the state, the country even the world; all abandoned.
As far as he knew, he's the last. He'd never found another, only the wastelands that surrounded the city he was born and raised in. His friends, his family, his co-workers, all gone. It was as though no one ever existed in the first place.
Where did everyone go? If the man bothered or cared to look he could find the evidence of what occurred here. But he didn't care. He was sick, fever burning his cheeks and infections spreading. He was no doctor, but he knew he was on his last legs. The medicines he found no longer worked, and he di
Eight Cogs - Chapter 1Technology and mankind were always close. Inseparable. But, as many other things, technology has the other, darker side people try to ignore. An electric oven helps us to cook, and a lasgun helps us to kill. No one cares, because advantages and convenience are always more valuable than moral values and other insignificant things that can be easily pushed aside. For a profit, for some petty revenge and for hundreds of other 'important reasons' people use to indulge their selfish deeds.Eight Cogs - Chapter 17 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Enginseer Emma Ferrum smirked and tried to catch her reflection on the surface of a dirty glass filled with local alcohol.
'Omnissiah, what am I thinking? Is it this stage of intoxication when you start to think about weird philosophical things? I guess it is.'
Young woman tilted her glass a bit and saw a reflection of a pale face, partially hidden under the big red hood. Freckled nose and well-shaped lips were all that was visible. The hood casted a deep shadow over her eyes, but they were still visible
White Gold - A Lact/WG Chapter 1[Note: This is a combo WG/Lactation story, a commissioned Novella for tarquiniuss in 8 parts. Never done Lactation before, but I'm going to give it my best shot!]White Gold - A Lact/WG Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“120 Pounds.” The woman said, “Little on the small side to be a juicer.” Isolde took that and turned it over in her head. The woman before her was old (maybe in her 40s) and wasn’t a pound over 140, so she didn’t quite understand where she was pulling that from. It probably didn’t matter much; the woman was partly right in any case. Except for that term, what must be some kind of industry slang? “Juicer”.
But then, wasn’t that what she was here to do? Or, rather, what her parents had dragged her here to do? She cast her mind back, recalling how they had tried to ply her weight with second helpings at dinner, with extra treats. She had grown f
Maura Part 1Maura Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story features obscene levels of weight gain. If that's not your thing, just move along. There's plenty of stuff elsewhere on the Internet to appeal to you.
I don't really believe telling my story will do any good, not when my only option is to throw it out into the morass of ephemera and would-be memes that is the Internet. Then again, the Internet isn't what it used to be, is it? Maybe I'm just writing this to ease my conscience. I feel like I have a lot to answer for, even if part of me rationalizes that my only fault was one bad decision made in a moment of frustration and little sleep.
Let's start at the beginning, because that's where things usually start. They're too afraid to start at the end because they don't want to die young. Excuse me. I haven't slept much the past few months.
It was in Des Moines. I grew up in rural Iowa, bottom of the middle class. Family wasn't rich enough to send me to a big-name college and my grades weren't good enough to get a sc
Siren SongSiren SongSiren Song8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its very important for my plans. Find it! shouted Van, his eyes alight with a calculating glint. Or do you want to remain a coward? You have yet to prove otherwise.
He growled at the insinuation and stepped forward defiantly, his green eyes frigidly glaring at him in rage. Ill prove to you that Im not! Ill find the damn jewel even if it kills me! Van looked taken aback, his prominent eyebrows raised higher than they had in the whole conversation.
What? Asch grumbled. He crossed his arms sullenly and looked up at the man before him expecting an answer. Im not stupid. You sent all those other grunts and no ones found it yet. Van bowed his head and his shoulders shook. Asch clenched his fist before releasing the tension in it slowly and bowing his head as well, knowing what his Masters condition was, and hating it all the same.
Van burst out laughing, his breath catching oc
Cruelty CrueltyCruelty8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't that she didn't notice.
Natalia saw the tremors he tried, desperately and failingly, to hide. She saw the terrified look he gave her when she stepped closer. She could even tell, even though his jaw was clenched and he certainly wasn't in a state to say anything, that he was silently asking for her to rethink and give him mercy.
"Hardly," she scoffed , "the proper way to act in the presence of your future Mistress, Guy." His blue eyes widened at her mocking, and he ducked his head, obscuring his face from view with the blond windswept hair that made him easily distinguishable in a crowd, and from most of the other servants. It was a pity, she thought, that the looks he held were wasted on someone from so low on the class ladder. Alas, it couldn't be helped.
Natalia tilted her head and silently observed him, watching to see if he would relax and ask
Raina-Daughter of Rogal DornRaina Dorn remembered the day clearly. She had stood with her arms folded across her chest as she, her father, and select others had watched the memories of a remembrancer who had been stationed with the Sons of Horus played out. They were dark memories, of a betrayal more painful than anything else she had ever encountered.Raina-Daughter of Rogal Dorn3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was still painful to think of even now, a year later. Raina resided on Terra now with her father, Rogal Dorn primarch of the Imperial Fists, fortifying Terra for the coming battle. Any other time she would have been happy to be on Terra, exploring the palace, talking with the many people that were there. But as things where she stayed in her room all day and night except for the two hours each night that the training grounds under the palace would be empty.
It was on such a late evening, that Raina knew where she would find Evangeline and going there was something she would need to do there immediately.
Evangeline, a name that meant bearer of good news in the ol
TCA - One Size Fits AllThe Cooking AcademyTCA - One Size Fits All4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Natalie Pickering & One Size Fits All
Finding attempts to cut down my food consumption failing miserably of late I decided that it would be a good idea to try doing some exercise instead. I managed to dig out my exercise gear unused in my entire time at the academy the night before but did not try it on, it was stretchy after all.
I set my alarm early as I wanted to get in a good long workout before classes started, when it started blaring it came as something of a shock, people were not meant to be up at this time it just was not right. After I had finally forced myself to get out of my bed and turn off the alarm I went about putting on the clothes I had left on a chair in my room. A closer inspection showed they were certainly were small and I struggled to get the Lycra shorts passed my thighs and only just about got them to cover all of my increasingly large rump. I had the feeling of being like a sausage in my shorts, the top was not anywhere n
Babysitter “Dear Jenny,Babysitter5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These are just a few rules, I am sorry I could’t be there to greet when you get there, but these are just a few rules/pointers I have for caring Samantha tonight.
1. She enjoys listening to classical musical so I made a playlist for you on the computer. If she gets a little too rowdy this should calm her down.
2. Do not go too heavy on the sugary treats. She will be up all night otherwise.
3. She usually goes to bed around ten but she might wake up once or twice during the night.
Other than that have a great night and I will see you and Samantha tomorrow morning! Thank you for doing this on such short notice and have a great night.
SV Chapter 4 War is ComplicatedChapter 4SV Chapter 4 War is Complicated4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rarity: War is Complicated
Everything was still. Slightly hunched over a decorative red sandalwood desk she sat in a chair made of finely polished pink ivory with luxurious crimson velvet cushions. The papers on the desk were neatly stacked to the left while a single book titled "Flying Colors" took its residence on the right. Exactly five inches in front of the book was an antique vase that dated back 586 years. The vase was plain but along its rim was a lovely scene of couples walking through a thriving park. Pure white orchids had nestled in the relic, their clean blooms head high. Lined at the front of the desk's polished surface were a row of five pens, all black but each engraved with a different type of gem, perfectly parallel with the one next to it. Nothing moved. Not even her.
Her arms were propped up on the desk, gloved in pure black, and her hands sat folded together, the lovely slender fingers entwined. Beneath the sandalwood s
APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!APH fic-Promise From a Traitor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stiffened from glaring glint in her eyes as he stood before her. His hands trembled. He shoved them into his pockets so the young woman wouldn't see. The news he gave her didn't make her smile. No rejoice. No hugs. No kisses.
She shook violently from anger and gritted her teeth.
Emilio trusted you My people trusted you I trusted you
His jaw tightened then sputtered out:
But You're free from Spain Isn't that what you wanted?...
Her eyes turned into cold and he held his breath. Like a little school boy would if he encountered bear.
A very angry mother bear.
I-No MY PEOPLE wanted independence from that bastard Not to be governed once again. Especially if it is from an ALLY.
Cringing from the emphasized word, he finally breathed out and took a step forward to her. She immediately backed away from him, a ready hand on her blood soaked bolo.
POST MODERN RUBBISH*knock knock*POST MODERN RUBBISH3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An inauspicious way to start a fetish-y story about bellies, but there we go, This is the way these things so often begin, and it's me telling this story, not you, so pull up a chair and get fabulous baby.
This story begins with a woman knocking on a door.
The door was plain wood, of a dark, stained oak with cut out panels and a small semi circular arrangement of frosted glass at the top to let in sunlight. In the style of much worse writers this door would be mentioned in agonizing detail, the grain of the wood, the smell of the polish, the creak of the hinge, and so on and so forth. The woman in front of it would be an almost secondary detail, described as "Blond and plump, with very big breasts and 23 years old" in a manner that would bring the narrative to an absolutely crashing halt, completely divorcing the reader from the act of reading and immersing oneself in the fiction.
Of course, I'm not falling into that trap, am I?
In a not particularly shocking twist to the
Christina Hendricks TGChristina Hendricks TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jon was hunched over on his couch depressed. Not much had been going right, in fact, nothing had gone right. First his dog ran away, which he never much like, but he missed his company nonetheless. Then his wife left him out of nowhere. She claims there wasn’t another man involved, but Jon knows better. Then, to top it all off, when he went into work the next day he got fired because he was late due to his wife leaving him. So Jon, with nothing going right, sat on his couch just thinking about where he took the wrong turn on his life’s path. He decided to try and get his mind off the whole situation. “MAD MEN MARATHON! CATCH UP WITH THE WHOLE SERIES IN ONE SITTING!” the TV boomed. “Well I guess now’s a better time than ever to get into it…” he trailed off.
Jon watched the show, hours and hours passed. At first he wasn’t really watching it, just sort of background noise, but as time passed he got more and more involved. It was late
Chloe Grace Moretz TGChloe Grace Moretz TG5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chloe Grace Moretz TG
Mitch had a friend who was desperately in love with Chloe Grace Moretz, and for that Mitch frequently made fun of him since she was, being only 17, still a minor. Mitch and his buddy wanted to see a movie at 6, but he got to his friends place earlier thinking it would be no big deal. But when he arrived there, his friend was no where to be found. He checked the entire house only to eventually realise that the lights in the basement were on. “Hmm, what's he doing there? Didn't he hear me?” He went downstairs and still no sign of his buddy. Only a strange machine in the middle of the basement showing a picture of Chloe Grace Moretz on-screen. “Is this his creepy shrine for her?” he chuckled but could not deny that he was strangely intrigued by the whole thing. He slowly approached it and checked out the thing but he could just not figure out what it's use was. Then all of a sudden, the door closed with an audible crashing and he was locked, o
TotA - Reversal 1Luke, Van said to the smiling ten-year-old before him. If you wish to continue training under me, Ill need to run a few medical tests.TotA - Reversal 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why, Master Van? the young boy questioned.
Van smiled. I need to make sure you are healthy, for it is dangerous for a sickly child to wield a blade.
Is it gonna hurt?
Van laughed and ruffled the boys hair. Dont you worry about that. You will be asleep for the whole test, so you wont feel a thing. You may be a little sore when you wake up, but its nothing my student cant handle.
The boy nodded and beamed at his teacher. Okay, Master Van, Im ready!
Van grabbed the boys hand and lead him into the strange room with the strange machines and closed the door behind him.
At the end of the day, Luke was delivered to his home, still sleepy from the anesthesia, as if nothing had ever transpired.
Spider"He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical."Spider8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-G. K. Chesterton
The plan had gone precisely how he had envisioned it, and he found that he could not be happier when examining the results before him. The boy had been coaxed into leaving the safety of the manor to go through with a promised meeting with his precious "Master" by the docks where he had been easily apprehended by loyal oracle knights directly under his command.
Their backgrounds had been of noticeable Malkuthian descent so as to not arouse suspicion of his allegiances, and they had followed his explicit orders to the letter, exposing themselves in an earlier tussle while seemingly patrolling the area with no authorization.
It was easy, as he had heard the investigations committee discuss in their meeting chamber above the Baticul central plaza, to tag them as Malkuthian wit
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
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum
The Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 4Chapta Four: WartrakkThe Orks of Tam'urt Chapta 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Say of Da Day: Dats da risk of playin scar poka. Fergritz
Due to the scarcity of parts, a lack of vehicles, and a generally lazy attitude - none of the Orks had left the forgery for the past three days. Brudz bike wasnt big enough to carry four Orks (two of which were Nobs), and the unfortunate Mek had be slogged with the task of producing something Oric and Jamz could ride on.
Oric studied the plan Brudz had drawn. Yew got ta be jokin! he snorted in disgust, yew wanna use me precious Tankabell ta make dis?
Dere aint nuthin else I cn use ta make somefin datll heft yew an Jamz big butts! Brudz argued, Me bike barely survived one big Nob!
Dis is n insult ta Tanky! Whinged Oric. I wont let yer do it.
Brudz didnt win many arguments with a Nob, but she wasnt going to lo
Assassin The red lumin-globe turns green. There's a hiss in the center of the chamber. A pale light flares up, showing the deadly cargo held in the chamber. Frost covers the façade of the pod with a light haze of steam coming off. Tubes and wires protrude from the floor into the pod. The pod moves into position on the launcher; wires and conduits retract and sink back into the darkness. The lights begin to flash and there's an explosion. The pod blasts out into the darkness of space and destined to the unknown.Assassin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neuro-links feed the mission details to the suspended assassin. Topographical maps, last known positions, identity photos, and other data stream through his unconscious mind. The details implanting themselves into his subconscious, like the columns of a building: unmovable and strong. The thrusters of the pod align themselves to the planet below and anchor it in geosynchronou
Ragged Edges Chapter 15XVRagged Edges Chapter 155 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gaze now on the ruins. This was once the crown jewel of their holdings in this cursed expanse, now rendered as compacted dust under the tread of their latest hubris. Such are the humans that they bear no respect for the old, for their own history..."
Warlock Yronashal, from within Hive Sibellus.
"Here, friends." Maenilar pointed out a sort of clearing in the rubble, beyond a caging row of collapsed pillars.
Enormous derelict lumin-globes shone great beams of artificial light across the pitiful and unstable mass of the underhive, surviving as a forgotten leech off the Sibellan power grid - the genetorium Enginseers, tidally locked to the same ignorance of times past which the nobility above clung to, had never quite realized quite what it was that ate so much power.
"It will happen here. Prepare." The Farseer ordered.
Exarch Naechar stepped forward - her expression was well-hidden by her mask, but Maenilar could feel it: She was anxious. She