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
SV Chapter 2 War is BuisnessChapter 2SV Chapter 2 War is Buisness3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
SV Chapter 3 War is WrongChapter 3SV Chapter 3 War is Wrong3 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
What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, we've seen the US Government borrow yet another
700 billion dollars to bail out Wall Street companies
that made bad investments... and a lot of people are
thinking maybe we made a mistake.
I've already talked about one way this 700 billion might
have been better spent. Give it to the people and let
them spend it, thereby making these companies that need
bailed out WORK for their money... which is what
capitalism is SUPPOSED to be all about... but I guess
corporate welfare is what we really stand for.
But, let's look at something else we could have done
done with 700 billion dollars...
In the 1960's, the United States lead the world. Our
technology and research was first class, and NOBODY even
came close to keeping up with us. And one of the main
reasons? Space. President Kennedy promised we would put
a man on the moon in ten years, and even though he was
assasinated shortly thereafter, we STILL did it. And the
research and development that went into th
SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I knowChapter 5SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I know3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash: War is ..well, hell if I know!
The weather had been strange. With each passing day the clouds grew thicker, darker, and heavier. A few months back they had been white, beautiful and scattered sparsely throughout the true blue. Now it was as though there was no sky at all, just a large mass of gloomy haze. Then there were days when there wasn't a cloud in sight but still everything felt off. The sky wasn't the same blue and the sun the sun was the strangest of them all. It seemed too dim but too bright, too warm yet too cold. And the way it hung, no, the way it dragged through the sky was almost eerie. Sure the nights had been strange as well; the clouds would almost completely disperse and the moon shown brighter and larger in the sky, but it didn't have the same edginess the days had.
Today was one of those cloudy days and soaring through the grey sky was a young seraph. Her speed was too high for casual loitering a
THE DARKNESS WITHINChapter 1THE DARKNESS WITHIN2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Alice and I’ve been cased into the darkness .I see no light in this world anymore. There's be trill, mystery, and sometimes anger which lead to hearts beginning to break and the trust begins to perish within friends then they began to think they have been be trade. My friends don’t know who I really am because they haven’t seen who I am at home they've only have seen the girl who is happy and can understand and who can relate to their problems and help them find a solution to almost any problem. That’s only at school but at home it’s a completely different story at home I feel empty not knowing that I exist it feels like a dream that I can't wake up from. "It’s more like a nightmare then a dream. I can’t really explain it but when I go to sleep and close my eyes I don’t dream of anything its only pitch black I can’t see any color no sunlight, no grass, no friends, nothing but complete darkness I don’t
PinholesFaltering wordsPinholes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and blemished sight
in the night...
to tear that sky
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
So much to tellPale moon,So much to tell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of tune,
at my window,
So much to tell -
heaven and hell
to my dreams...
APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!APH fic-Promise From a Traitor3 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.
Born For DyingIt's been said, many times and ways, that we're all going to dieBorn For Dying1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yet we try to become immortal, the promise of dreams come true
Be that as it may, you hear about death everywhere you wander
This undertaker taking souls to their final destination
We have forgotten God
We've left him in the dust
To try and be self-sufficient
In our own special way
Yet we don't realize what we're doing
To ourselves, it is a shame
To think that we've all gone astray
In this world of symbolic hate
We were born to die (Born for dying)
We were born to die (Born for dying)
Don't take this the wrong way, but you will never understand the pain
You will never understand that once you're gone there is no coming back
The glory of Heaven, the wrath of Hell, the suffering of Purgatory
And yet somebody out there says this isn't true at all to them
We have forgotten God
We've left him in the d
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday5 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
A Comparison of Windows Versus Linux ArchitectureA Basic Comparison of Windows and Linux Atchitecture.A Comparison of Windows Versus Linux Architecture6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Note: this is not meant to be an in-depth explanation of either Windows or Linux or their respective architectures. Rather is is meant for people with little knowledge of either, or who only have knowledge of one, to understand why these two are so different (and I admit to some bias in favor of the Linux concepts over the Microsoft one.)
If you know Windows, then you may have a general understanding of most of this information, but even if you are a long time Windows user, you may not know much about the internals of how it works, so this may help you.
Microsoft Windows originated from the DOS operating system. DOS stands for Disk Operating System and was meant as a method for allowing computers to access larger amounts of data than could be easily stored on RAM or ROM chips. Windows grew from DOS as the Graphical User Interface pioneered mainly by Apple became more and more prevalent.
In it's most basic sense, Windows
As darkness fallsAs darkness fallsAs darkness falls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and land lies still,
the human heart
and stubborn will
must travel on
to reach it's goal.
It's hard to quench
that thirsting soul.
You find the trail
and count each breath -
secure in life,
no fear of death...
The stars shine down
You step into
Master of puppets(French version below)Master of puppets5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He has his dolls wrapped around his finger
Willing to besmirch their honor, soil their souls
Do degrading things, human things.
Just to survive in this fouled world
Survive one more day
And struggle against the fear of being still alive.
But these poor little creatures of silk have little choice
The master is pulling all the strings.
Master, your dolls aren't mere puppets:
Behind their frozen appearance, drugs as an only friend
Nobody to release them from this putrid hold.
Only used to entertain your guests
They know they're dirty, they feel dirty. They know
The experience of violence, ashamed to exist.
Missing a heart like a real marionette,
The master knew how to handle his puppets as no one
And make them enticing to the eye of his audience,
Closing on them his grip of terror.
On a beautiful sunny morning, the master,
Strutting in front of his collection, noticed with pleasure that
His brothel never had such succ
October rainOctober rainOctober rain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my hair...
and golden trees...
as they please -
do not soar -
they hover -
stock-still in time,
bereft of rhyme -
oh where is
in breaking dawn...
Dim lit cafes
burning in red
as singers say...
to that fire...
Last days of a convicted sinner1 month before the fallLast days of a convicted sinner9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crimson rose in full bloom for the last time,
The blood-stained chair awaits
Hell is scattered with wilted petals.
Cold-hearted, guiltiness is unknown to me,
Slitting her silk throat
Licking my steel, watching her bleed
I craved such a delightful moment.
She was genuinely gorgeous, wore desire on her skin...
1 day before the fall
"Cell of ice ; as frozen as the heart I once had."
Crows and graves under the window
Looking down on him with their cold eyes...
"Gruesome symbols. Macabre shivers
A death trap from where I can't escape."
Ominous marks of his past roommates...
"The smiling walls, constantly laughing, always staring."
The abyss of his fear consumes him
"...My own heartbeats? Is that what fear tastes like?"
A slow process of self-destruction
Sink even deeper into it, into invariable terror
"The edge of sanity. I think about her now?"
SV Chapter 1 War is NecessaryChapter 1SV Chapter 1 War is Necessary3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat
I can't breathe no moreThe whispering wind drops off memories on the roadI can't breathe no more9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smells of winter.
Foggy trees, hidden flowers, fleeting scenery, everything blurs
The maze of my brain.
Shivering as if I was drunk with grief
Human wreck stares at me, hollow gaze
My past lives are hung on the wall of oblivion
Reborn from grief.
Eternal darkness reign above me, on this oppressive night
Snows of coal.
The image of your grave stuck in my head
As dead as you.
The Fire Alarm SituationY’know; Wicked as a tour is probably the only time I’ve ever seen multiple videos appear on youtube where, at some point, a fire alarm has gone off.The Fire Alarm Situation1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I can never watch these videos, because of the audience. Especially when it’s during a number like No Good Deed or Defying Gravity.
What do I mean?
Think about it like this; if you were one of those actresses- who puts up with the average stress of what goes on behind the scenes of a show like that (with the quick changes, make-up, lift-ups not working when they should, injuries, running on and off, etc)- how would it then make you feel if one of those alarms went off right in the middle of one of your key points, you’re there, you’re giving it your all, acting/singing your heart out . . .just to glance toward the audience, where almost everybody is talking and laughing? To those audience members, I can only say; c’mon guys, it’s called respect for the artist.
I sometimes think if it were me
Whisper in the valleyWhisperWhisper in the valley1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the valley -
ever heard -
on the wind
in the trees -
all its own -
A sweet hymn
UntitledIt's in the treesUntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world sighs
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once againA void within me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
No MoreNo more insulting my taste in musicNo More1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or the lame and cliche ideas I use for stories.
No more making fun of my sense of humor
Or criticising my characters.
No more changing my choice in friends for you
Or talking shit about people who aren’t so bad.
No more putting up with you on the days you’re angry
Or dealing with you’re ego and self pity.
No more defending you when people say harsh things
Or convincing people that you’re a good person.
No more hiding my thoughts and fears
Or looking down on myself because you tell me what doesn’t look good.
No more avoiding my passions
Or telling Kai to back out of my head.
No more anything.
I’m finally free.