Plague Hunter: The BeginningPLAGUE HUNTER: THE BEGINNINGPlague Hunter: The Beginning5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The town of Hamilton was elevated above a muddy lowland river, built and fortified on a shelf of exposed bedrock. The walls were more than twenty feet high, but the gates hung open and abandoned, the watchtowers empty of man or fire. Forbidding X's have been painted in haste on the outer walls, warning survivors away. This town was lost, yet lights could be seen in the upper windows of the keep; some still survived.
He scoured the shoreline carefully from his perch in a tree across the river. He was watching for signs of movement below the water, in the shadows beneath the town wall. The damned were only violent for the first few weeks after turning, but many a careless hunter had allowed himself to be caught unaware by some bloated lurker, its buboes straining to rupture at the first sudden movement.
It was only after many deaths that the suits had become standard wear. If nothing else, a hunter was protected from exposure to corrupted fluids. He remained
Dead of Night: Preview 2DEAD OF NIGHT: FOUR AMDead of Night: Preview 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A man with no name. An unsuspecting but concerned coroner who should have been an artist. A vampire with a penchant for scalpels. A dead little boy who wants to find out what he left behind.
The Detective tugged a few times at the keys to his apartment before rescuing them from the Lock That Ate Everything, dropping them in his pocket. He was relieved to be home. It had been a long night. A long Monday, especially since it was already Tuesday.
"Hanna," he called out into the dark apartment, hanging his coat on the rack. He blinked a few times, trying to ease the stinging in his dry, tired eyes. "I'm home."
The soft voice sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, which was unusual, and the clanging noise that followed verified it. Not knowing quite why he was wincing slightly, the older man walked toward his kitchen and when he flicked on the lightsHanna didn't need any to see and it saved on electricity--his jaw dropped.
little bit harmfulSome of his books, he's noticed, have gone missing. He can't actually prove that Worth's taken them- he's never seen the man pocket one, or spotted one on the grubby desk of his office or anything- but hell, it's not like he really needs proof to blame him anyway. But trying to fight with him to get them back seems like a lost cause, so fuck it, he figures, and heads to the bookstore.little bit harmful5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Barnes & Noble in the mall isn't huge, but it's got all of what he's after and it's good enough to wander around in for a bit, at least. He's actually enjoying himself, right up until he turns a corner in the fiction shelves and nearly bumps into Worth.
They both pause, staring at each other; Worth doesn't exactly look startled, or sheepish, but sort of both of those at once mixed together with the usual smugness, condescension, and grime. His own mouth, he's pretty sure, is hanging open (seriously, Worth in a book shop?) but he can't even be self-conscious enough right now to car
Wartime - Ch. 9Wartime - Ch. 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Something's wrong with that guy, yo."
Mekeke hadn't been paying much attention to the goings-on around him, his focus locked on the strings laced around his fingers tangled into various shapes, the current one resembling a striped cat's face. It took a light shake of his shoulder to pry his eyes away from his work. He frowned, not liking to be disturbed when he was in a thoughtful state, but upon seeing Putata's worried expression, all annoyance went flying out the window.
"What's up, Putata?"
"It's that Yukiki guy," the artist said, lowering his voice. "I think something's I dunno. Wrong with him!"
"Whad'you mean?" Mekeke glanced around, half-expecting the frosty addition to their team to spontaneously materialize in the room and overhear their conversation.
"I passed by him in the hall on the way here, and only just brushed him and he looked at me like he wanted to gut me, yo!" Putata lightly shook his head. "I know he was all crabby when we found him on the mountain, bu
Bright SomethingThe first time Hanna kissed me it was, perhaps, more of a surprise to me than it should have been.Bright Something5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The early spring weather had been unpredictable to a fault, as always. Snow one night, two days later temperatures in the seventies, then the next day in the fifties with sun changing to rain and back again in fifteen-minute intervals. Following a few cold, grey days a relatively warm and sunny one had dawned, and Hanna's spirits seemed to have lifted with the weather.
In my experience, Hanna was rarely melancholy in any overt way. But if you knew what to look for (and after four months with him I was picking up on the cues), one could tell when something was on his mind. For a couple of weeks he had been slightly distant - adopting a pensive look in quiet moments when he thought he was unobserved, and winding down from excitement more quickly than he usually would. I had considered asking him about it directly but it hadn't carried on for all that long, didn't seem to be affecting his sl
For the Record"You're an ass."For the Record5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The words were a fairly standard mantra in Worth's office, something the blond was honestly proud of. So when they were expelled from Conrad's lips for roughly the thousandth time, all the vampire got in response was a smirk and greasy fingers tugging far too hard on the the bandages being wrapped around his midsection.
"Ow!" Conrad yelped, wincing and trying to move away on reflex. "Stop that!"
Worth snorted. "Is tha' your parents told you when you told them you were gay or somethin'?" he asked as he pulled the bandages one last time and then tied them off. "'Gee Connie, d'ya think maybe ya could just stop being queer? We'd really appreciate it.'"
If looks could kill, Conrad probably would have had far less slimy, disgusting, wanna-be doctor problems. "No," He said flatly as he smacked Worth's hand away from his side. "And would you please just hurry up so I can get out of here? Hanna and his friend already left." This was mainly because Hanna had been u
Shoulda Left My Phone at Home"Oh, shit, hang on. I've got to take this one."Shoulda Left My Phone at Home5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Worth spun very slowly around in his office chair. His eyebrows were raised almost comically as Conrad fumbled with his iPhone across the desk.
"Connie," he began to chastise, "you're not really gonna answer your phone in the middle of an appointment, are ya?" His lips curled into a grin at the dead stare he got in return. "'S just bad manners. Nice ringtone."
"Thanks. Imogen Heap," Conrad replied flatly. "And this is far from what I'd call an 'appointment.'" Even if they did occur at about the same time on about the same day of every week. He put the phone to his ear to answer the call, turned, and started for Worth's office door. A kind-of-repulsive noise from the back of Worth's throat made him stop moving.
"Connie, you're not really gonna just walk out in the middle of an appointment, are ya?"
Frost -two-Frost -two-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"It's really coming down," Hanana murmured, peering out the window.
"They weren't joking around, were they?" One of her "sisters" stepped forward to join her, staring out as she adjusted her glasses. "When the baker said they got a lot of snow, I thought it was, you know, a foot or two."
Actually, there wasn't two feet of snow on the ground just yet, but it was coming close.
A week ago, the day after Hanana's unsuccessful "flower-venture" in town, one of the villagers--the baker--had come knocking. At first the family had thought someone had finally come around to try and actually be friendly, but it wasn't quite the case. "Winter's coming," he'd said, his tone having a strange edge to it. "Right around the corner, so to speak." He'd gone on, telling them to bar the door, close the windows as tight as they could, and under no circumstances were they to leave their home. Since they were out on the very edge of town, right by the forest, the demon would surely come for them
Doctor Who Famous Quotesdoctor who quotesDoctor Who Famous Quotes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose Tyler: I've been to the year five million, but this, this is really seeing the future- you just leave us behind! Is that what you're going to do to me?
The Doctor: No. Not you.
Rose Tyler: But, Sarah Jane- you were that close to her once, and now... you never even mention her. Why not?
The Doctor: I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone you...
Rose Tyler: What, Doctor?
The Doctor: You can spend the rest of your life with me. But I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on, alone. That's the curse of the Timelords.
Son of Mine:
He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of the Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden. He was being kind.
He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event h
The Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A ConstructThe Doctor As A Construct4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amelia. Can you hear me? No, of course you can't, you're not even real. Not anymore. Silly Doctor. Silly mad man with his silly blue box. Amelia Pond, the little girl all alone in the empty house, waiting with her apple, for a silly old man. I never wanted you to grow up, not really. How could I tell you that? Would've been a bit weird really...and rude. Not that that would have stopped me. Hasn't stopped me before. Did I ever tell you about my last face? I said I was rude then. If I could have known me now. Rude, rude Doctor. I'm much more rude now. And I have a fez. Oh, don't tell River. She thinks she's got rid of them all. She didn't think to check the rocking horse in the conservatory.
Where was I? Amelia. I feel like it's my fault you grew up, but how could I have stolen a child? I'm too dangerous for grown-ups let alone little Amelia Pond. I think I would have done it. I think the TARDIS... I think she stopped me. She knew I'd be so stupid, that
Night boatI'm late for the theatre. Luca guiding usNight boat5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down still lanes, I recline, dip a hand;
cool, sunless flow. Bleached palaces
pass, lovely homes of merchant sires.
In a damp brume, the night is falling.
My departure was recorded by spies,
Luca says, off to alert their masters
the lord-in-exile has left his quarters.
Lanterns lit, we are crossing the city.
There's a monotony to these streets
I don't dislike, and it keeps off tourists.
I shall probably stay the winter over,
though the local girls (and boys) are
not to my taste. But from what future
have I tumbled? My modern heart
backwater-bound. Drinks aboard.
Tonight, a single cup of wine. I have
given up meat, and English company,
both hazards to health. Serenissima,
beguiler, you've drowned the moon.
BrokenSomething in my brainBroken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional. It leaves me inept
when left to deal with language unspoken,
the intricacies of smiles,
the unclear line between malice and mirth.
It may have been the shot
given by the doctor
meant to protect but somehow doing harm,
the Hippocratic oath.
Or so say my parents, their organization,
so they may be exonerated.
They liken me to
Ted Bundy, H. H. Holmes,
and Einstein. Because a sometimes-flat
and it makes people uncomfortable.
Especially when it is not maintained.
At times I am too broken to understand
and sometimes I am not broken enough
because my puzzle piece fits
when you angle it
correctly, that is, upside down, with no
other pieces attached.
Something in my brain
I am told
is broken, dysfunctional, because
most people do not cringe when they are
tapped on the shoulder
their mother tries to hug them.
It may have been the air
polluted and toxic
meant to sustain life but somehow causing
Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.Engine of Chaos5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta
From an English TeacherWhen you're forced to read just to pass English classFrom an English Teacher4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And you don't know what to do
Because novels are dull and dramas are daft,
And none of the stories sound true....
Our existence is a story told with schemes and different themes
And we live through them most every single hour,
You'd see if you just took a little look, it's like a book,
And as we grow up the plot begins to flower
Our lives unfold in stages, and are written down on pages
in a book that's hidden deep within our souls.
This dear town is just a setting and the people that you're getting
to know well are only characters and roles.
Every victory or failure can be thought of as a tale you're
gonna tell when asked "what happened to you today?"
And the funny little bits that happen when you use your wits
can be the funny things in dramas or in plays.
When you're doubting why we read, then here's something you should heed:
Your life is like a story, told in days.
And if that's just not enough, then, dea
HypnoticLike stars, bedazzled by HeliossHypnotic6 years ago in Open More Like This
effulgent chariot, as its drawn by fire-darting steeds
across an azure sky. We stare off into space
wondering why it is we have not left:
This towns zeitgeist has imprisoned our souls.
Yet there is nothing left to do. We search exhaustively
for our niche in a conventional society that rejects originality,
where friends and foes smother our inner glow with individuality-corroding morals
lets get away, just you and me, at least for a day, to recover from the hypnotic droning of these monotonous folks.
Ive become just another face in a multitude thats gone deaf from powder kegs exploding
with too much noise but little impact. Change takes years to go into effect.
I thought they already knew, but everyone expects quick results.
It would be nice to get away from the tumultuous crowd, just for a while, and let the
people sort out the abuse according to their needs.
SanctuaryRukia glanced over at Renji, elbowing him in the ribs for good measure, and was rewarded with a dirty look. He was watching the man, too. The rice seller wore a dirty, plain yukata, though his relative wealth was obvious; it was in good repair, and was actually long enough for him. He sat next to his wares, feet in front of him, knees splayed, though thankfully his clothing covered everything. As they watched him, he yawned hugely, the tattered paper fan he'd been cooling his face with fluttering to a stop on his chest.Sanctuary8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Renji eased one foot forward; he was the less patient of the two, and right now his stomach ached, it was so empty. Rukia grabbed his wrist. He shot her another glare, jerking out of her grasp, though he did stay put.
The rice seller snored.
This time Rukia didn't stop him as he eased forward, one step at a time. He wasn't big enough to grab one of the few full barrels; he'd hit his growth spurt and gotten gangly, but half-starved, he simply didn't have the mass for it.
Flying LessonsThe Doctor leaned up against the TARDIS console. "No, no, you're doing it wrong." He pushed a few buttons and pulled a lever, and the TARDIS stopped shuddering.Flying Lessons5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well how long is this going to take?" Amy asked, beginning to get frustrated.
"It's a lot like learning how to drive. Only harder."
His fiery companion rolled her eyes. "You taught River, right? So it can't be that hard."
"That was well, a special case. You're human, so it will take longer." The Doctor landed the TARDIS. "Let's have a go again, shall we? I'd prefer you know how so you won't get flung off into the vortex if something goes wrong."
Amy's eyes grew wide. "You mean that could really happen?" she asked.
But the Doctor didn't answer. "Try again." His tone indicated he was back to being the demanding teacher.
The Doctor grabbed Amy's shoulders. "Look," he said, peering into her face. "This is important to me. Please cooperate this once."
"Fine," she huffed, and turned to face the conso
The good sinnerDesigned for a virtuous livingThe good sinner6 years ago in Open More Like This
But led astray by the good sinner,
Whom in you he found himself giving
More than he should have.
Tempted to eat of the fruit
In Eden earning their expulsion from paradise
Doomed to live a brutal, but transitory existence together
On earth where we are truly alive.
Id rather spend all eternity
In hell than kiss ass to go to heaven
Where the good lord thinks it is better
To be dumb and blind.
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
Scream of SquirrelthuluDay 23. The squirrels continue to leave small nuts and twigs at the door. Today I noticed a pattern to their leavings. The piles and mounds form glyphs, when viewed from directly above. Something about them causes my eyes to unfocus, to refuse to center in on any one shape. It's almost as though the symbols are alive, moving on the concrete of my porch. Yet, I know this cannot be the case.Scream of Squirrelthulu7 years ago in Horror More Like This
I thought about gathering the nuts, so as to eat them and gain some sustenance, but what happened the last time I did this still haunts me. I can still hear the annoyed, hollow chittering of the rodents as they threw themselves against my door time and time again when I close my eyes. Last night, I think they tried to get in through the door. I found scratches on the handle this morning. Small, squirrel sized scratches. Tomorrow, I will try to finish chopping down the tree. They won't take me like they did the others.
Dead of Night: Preview 9DEAD OF NIGHT: VAMPIRESDead of Night: Preview 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A man with no name. An unsuspecting but concerned coroner who should have been an artist. A vampire with a penchant for scalpels. A dead little boy who wants to find out what he left behind.
"He's a magic-user."
God, it was embarrassing to say aloud. Conrad felt like he was back in high-school, Dungeons and Dragons style. He grimaced and fumbled the card up from the table, placing it between the Detective's open fingers.
"Here's his address. Or, at least, the place where he wants you to meet. I don't know where it is, but it looks like it's on the docks. You're supposed to text him this special code-word or something according to when you want to meet, it's all on the card."
"You're a fast worker, Dr. Achenleck," the Detective said mildly, not bothering to hide how impressed he was as he looked over the weirdly prim handwriting that covered the back of the card.
"I told you, please don't call me doctor," Conrad muttered into his cup
Arman and the Flaming DragonIt was the fortieth year in the reign of King Delnadio. His royal graciousness saw fit to hold a most exquisite banquet in honor of this landmark occasion, inviting all in his kingdom be they commoner, noble, or other to attend.Arman and the Flaming Dragon7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other, you ask? Thatd be my kind. You know, the ones that keep the noble life worth living. The ones behind the scenes. Or rather, behind your chair with a knife.
Anyway, there was the banquet. Everyone far and wide came to the great halls of the castle to partake in the merriment. The privileged few of the higher classes showed up in their carriages and whatnot, dressed as sharply as they dared, although most of the guests simply showed up on the grounds wearing a shirt they felt had the least amount of holes. But regardless of ones social status, all were herded into the main hall for the presentation of the Queen and the Kings daughter, as well as the initiation of the feast.
Now normally those twod simply show up at the Kings s
Sir Arcanum -Chapter 1-"Greetings, Gaia. I know you would appreciate it if I introduced myself, but time is short. We cannot waste it anymore. I am Sir Arcanum, and that is the only information you need to possess... for now, at least. The time has come, the time for me to take you into apprenticeship. I know you would never appear if I asked you to meet me in a public place. Therefore, I shall come to you. Please, do not panic and do not be scared. I will not harm you, I will show you how to prevent being harmed in the near future.Sir Arcanum -Chapter 1-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Do not show anyone this. This is a serious matter, and you will be able to comprehend it once we start your training. Once again, time is short.
Take care, and remember I shall pay you a little visit. Farewell."
I re-read the letter my trainer first left in my room. It seemed that so much time had passed since I first met him, but in reality only a couple of weeks had gone by. My training had been fierce, and I always finished the day exhausted. He had instructed me to kee