Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 5Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you crying?" Dionysus asked, somehow still amused. He took the cup from Aster, and placed it gently next to the other one on Evanthe's vanity.
"I had no idea," Aster found herself muttering after she swallowed the wine.
"Well, you were around for that last bit. I mean, not literally of course, but alive and in the general vicinity, at least," he pointed out.
Aster's hand found its way to her eyes, and wiped a tiny bit of moisture from them. She stared at it, realizing that those were the first tears she'd shed since her eyes had turned gold. She expected them to be as odd as the rest of her, perhaps leaving a dark and sticky sheen of wine on her fingers. They were just normal tears, though, and somehow, that was a relief. "I didn't realize how much she really deepened on Iola," Aster told him. "I mean, I guess I never really saw one without the other, but I didn't know."
"Ironic isn't it?" Dionysus pondered, the smile still never having left his face. "Once, for a month or so, she
How To Survive A D-Con AttackHOW TO SURVIVE A DECEPTICON ATTACKHow To Survive A D-Con Attack6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Stay alert.
Most television and radio stations will broadcast an emergency alert when a Decepticon attack takes place in the area. If you do not have access to a radio or television, watch for signs of attack -- explosions, light flashes, unexplained dust clouds, tremors in the earth, low-flying jets and other aircraft where there are no airports or airstrips, etc.
2. Remain indoors if possible.
If you are caught outside during an attack, try to get indoors if possible. Houses and small business are generally safer than large businesses, hotels, office buildings, and other large buildings.
3. If an attack occurs nearby while you are driving, remain in your vehicle.
Exiting your vehicle will most likely only attract undue attention. Find an alternate route that takes you well away from the fighting, or return to wherever you came from and resume your trip w
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,eikon aklastos.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and absorb ourselves into the universal soul.
and the official arguments on behalf of the original
galaxies will burn for the sake of ozone and oneiric
existentialism, and when there is no more proof that
we were here, god will raise his finger once more
and we will believe again that we have never been.
crash-landing on the borders of being is the reason for
The Other WorldThe Other World9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've been dreaming of another world. I'm the only one who can go there, because I've found the secret key. It must have been about a year ago when I found it in the July 1946 edition of Weird Stories magazine, page 45, line 12. At first this line didn't really strike me as anything important.
They shot the tower down.
It wasn't until the man spoke it to me in my dream that it meant anything. I remember I was dreaming of a murky, fog-covered plain, and the sky got dark--almost black. He withdrew from the shadows and faced me, but I couldn't read his features; his whole body was like a silhouette cut from black paper. There was only the outline of the fedora on his head and the light on his lips.
"They shot the tower down," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"These words open the door into the other world," he said, "the one you've always hoped for."
I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, and he
Memory of a LullabyChapter 1:Memory of a Lullaby6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The silence shattered as the bells in the rafters above him began to sway and sound their morning tones. Kane, jarred from his meditation, sighed quietly and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the beam that stood upright behind where he sat. The solemn melody played on for a minute or so before the bells fell to silence once more, having finished filling the air with their resonating tones as the people of Delmaska woke to face another day. Kane kept his eyes shut a moment more, trying to remember the broken pieces of the melody that had haunted him from his rest for the last few nights now. But they had fled with the sounding of the bells, like the black night from the mornings glow.
He was perched in the rafters of an old church, defaced by time and run through with rot. The wall had even fallen away in one spot, allowing Kane a clear view of the cityscape and the sun as it rose over the east sector. Here in the vast sprawl of slums, he oversaw the poor a
ChangeChange4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart has ached for much too long...
Tearing at my soul...
Ripping at my mind...
This ache, unbearable...
This pain, unshakable...
This nightmare, unbelievable...
All of it, was too much for me...
Now, the ache is gone...
Replaced with warmth...
Replaced with joy...
I no longer have to hurt.
I can be myself.
I am alive again.
A Hansel and Gretel Story 04Hanz slept in fairly late, be it that the sun was nearly in the middle of the sky. He eventually made his way his way downstairs for breakfast. However, after catching a glimpse of who was lurking in the dining room, he opted out. Quietly, he slipped past the dining room where his parents were entertaining the horrible options for his possible bride to be. He grimaced pushing open the door to the kitchen. The servants glanced over surprised to see their young master in the kitchen. The chatter stopped instantly and they stopped eating to start hastily cleaning.A Hansel and Gretel Story 046 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Gretel rushed over to him, a little embarrassed about his unannounced intrusion and smiled politely, "Good morning Lord Roemhildt. How may I serve you?"
"You all don't have to stop eating, please, continue." He frowned rubbing his head a bit. "I just didn't want to have to see any of those awful females...could I get breakfast here?"
"Of course." Gretel nodded and moved to get him a dish.
"No Gretel, I got it. I'm interrupting y
Carta a una MUJER hermosaCarta a una MUJER hermosa7 years ago in General More Like This
Buenos días hermosa, no se si has notado lo hermoso que esta el sol esta mañana, me dijo Dios que lo ha hecho brillar así para que tengas ánimos para levantarte, El sabe lo difícil que es para ti dejar las cobijas cuando amanece haciendo frió, los días oscuros nunca han sido tu fuerte.
Veo que amaneciste bien, al menos un tanto mas animada, así debe ser, nada de lo que pasa debe conseguir aplastarte, tú sabes que siempre cuentas conmigo.
No pases de largo, mírate en el espejo antes entrar a la ducha, sonríe, bota el humo de ese horrendo cigarrillo y mira como tienes los dientes desde que has vuelto a fumar, sabes que por mas que quieras no se ven bien; están perdiendo el tono blanco que lograron con el dinero que invertiste en ellos hace menos de un año ahhhjj si no hubieras regresado a este mal habito la garantía seria por 3 años mas. Igual, sabes que quisiera que dejaras eso, no te hace bien, ya haz estad
The Chemicals Between UsThe Chemicals Between Us8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Colin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. "Congratulations!" it began. "You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners." He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.
It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking home from a senior seminar on twenty-first century composition, the woman Colin had been seeing for the past few months stopped him on the sidewalk. His fingers searched for the warm spots in his pockets as she coolly broke up with him. "I'm sending for my partners list, and I think that we should end this relationship," she told him. "I just don't see the poin
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky ones among us are sold to collectors, who value our raw emotions and unique genetics. The less fortunate are sold to medical facilities, used for the repair of aging Seamless.Dystopia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was captured a little over a week ago by the best Hunter in the Empire. Since then, I have been resigned to pouting behind the stall of Ba
Across the StarsOne day Jake Sully was living peacefully on Pandora when he heard a noise in the bushes.Across the Stars5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What was that?" Jake asked.
"I don't know, I think you should go check it out," said Neytiri.
So Jake Sully took his spear and went to see what the noise was.
Suddenly, he saw a tall, grasshopper-looking creature standing in the clearing.
"Oh my God." said Jake Sulley.
The creature spoke in a strange tongue. "The humans took our ship," he said sadly. "and we waiting 20 long years to get it back. we barely managed to escape with our lives. me and my son were in the slum for so long, filthy, malnourished, and mistreated, and now..." the creature started sobbing. We buried his large, misshapen, exo-skeletoned head in his hands...claws...fingers...claw fingers.
It was then jaek selluy suddenly noticed how alike the creatures eyes were to his own. They were so different...he so blue...the other so prawn... yet they both had such large, expressive eyes...
and they were both tall enough to
One Feisty Feline [Cat!Romano X Human!Reader]One Feisty Feline [Cat!Romano X Human!Reader]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm home!" you called out as you pushed open your front door. Hands full of grocery bags, you close the door with your foot. Not a minute after announcing your presence in the house, a blur ran out from your room and over to your legs. Standing there, nuzzling your shin was your tabby cat, Romano.
Romano had become extremely protective of you once you had found out that you were pregnant. Your fiancé, whose child you were pregnant with, was currently overseas on military business, so you were left alone with Romano. You had just gotten your cat around the time your fiancé and you had started dating. He had always been rather protective of you, but as of late, he would refuse to leave your side. He would throw fits when you would have guests over, not that he wasn't always getting mad when you had others over, especially males.
But lately, he would hiss and sometimes even bite if you had company. Speaking of company, your friend Alfred was going to come over today.
MangoMango11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She could eat a mango with her eyes closed
Her fingers well acquainted with the fruit's soft hairs
Then peel it back slowly with a sharp paring knife
As I watched, intrigued by how the smooth grain
Of the kitchen table matched the hues of her arm.
But this was one time, when the soft summer night's
breath exhaled long into the kitchenette
That I found her head down, her eyes withdrawn
To a breeze tossed curtain above her.
And I noticed her stomach swelling as a ripening fruit.
And knowing quite well that a seed separated from the tree
At such a young age could fall into another garden
And be fruitful. And this she knew, for her rough tan legs
Still remembered the back scratching at her when
In her old country, men would climb up and into
The trees, selfishly tearing a fruit from its mother.
But only once later in life did I glimpse the ghost
A dull red that broke from my sister's finger when once
She peeled a mango with the knife coming towards her.
The blood smearing across the orange
UnderstandingUnderstanding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the small things around me
The little moments, of peace
The smile as we come to know the world;
Dead and cruel
The path we choose
So care free, nothing to loose
One step at a time
Obstacles mean nothing, all is left in sublime
Innocent born into sin
Almost like a test
To see who'll win
Like baby birds from the nest
Its a strange world
Too young, with much experience
So naive to the absurd
In each generation, we see the carnage
For the Good of the SpeciesFor the Good of the Species8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's your first day, isn't it?"
"Yes. Ah, actually, I'm just an intern. I'm supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti."
"Simonetti? He's on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says 'Director of Genetic Integrity', you can't miss it."
"Thanks! I'd better hurry, I'm almost late."
Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.
"Come on in."
Simonetti, a large man in a brown-mustard suit, looked up from behind the desk. He rose, shook Paul's hand; his grip engulfed Paul's slim fingers, wrapped around his whole palm. "The new intern, right? Great to have you, great. Always glad to see youngsters take an interest in their government. So many people are happy to just let us work that they forget there's no 'us' and 'them', you know
To SoraTo Sora8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Riku was quite an unlucky young man. Twenty years old and already his life was coming apart. He lost his job, didn't have much money, could barely afford the apartment he was living in and now he thought he was coming down with a cold. As sluggish as he felt, he walked the five blocks from his house to the drug store on the corner in the freezing, icing rain. After achieving his goal, he stood on the street curb waiting for the light to change. Darnit, he hated this light. It always stayed red 3/4 of the time. Of course he snow and rain was just a plus. He scrunched his face in a grimace and gave the light one last glare before looking down and out into the street. He froze solid like a deer in headlights when he saw a brown kitten stumble into the street, limping quite disorienting. Riku turned and saw the cars coming head on. It wasn't going to make it! He dashed between the groups of people and right out into the street into oncoming traffic. He grabbed the kitt
10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Tell him Bellas pregnant but youre having trouble figuring out who the father is Bellas unsure whether its Edward, Carlisle, Jacob or Mike.
9. Ask him what Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo means in the phonetic alphabet.
8. Decorate his handcuffs with pink lace and flowers the call the station requesting to speak with Chief Swan Princess.
7. Whenever he is around, narrate all that is happening into the invisible walkie-talkie thats strapped to your shoulder, speaking only in cop talk.
6. Take his gun and use it in a bank holdup it will have his fingerprints all over it. When he is being questioned about it, sing Bad Boys by Inner Circle and I Shot the Sheriff by Bob Marley in the background.
5. Take his cop car and start a high speed car chase with it.
4. Send him a tape of Edward sneaking into Bellas room at night, and Bella hitting
How to Make a BadassBadasses. The media's chock-full of them. Ever since the 80s-90s darker and edgier characters have been steadily emerging as main characters instead of staying as the usual bad guy role. Today, they're so prevalent that it seems like every other game, film, or comic we pick up has some form of dark, chaotic, trench-coat wearing protagonist. Chances are, you want some of the sweet, darkly feeling of badassery to rub off on you too. So here are some tips to help you on your way to making one of the coolest, hardest, fastest, strongest, ass-kickingest, tired-of-these-snakes motherfuckerest badassed character of all time.How to Make a Badass5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. Clothes Like how Abercrombie and Fitch is a big, flashing sign that says, "hey, I'm a stylin' dresser!" the outfit of the badass should always scream, "move bitch, get out the way." And nothing says that better than a goddamn fucking trenchcoat.
"But no one wears a trench coat in broad daylight! It looks stupid!"
Hah! Tell that to Dante or Keanu Re
10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her Ice Queen behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with Whatever, bimbo.
7. Claim that being a human aint so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with Whatever, bimbo.
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didnt go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalies ugly face.
3. Call her Hoe-salie at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to Roxanne by The Polic
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n