A Christopher Pike storyStar TrekA Christopher Pike story6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Reach for the Future
Ensign Christopher Pike had a headache which would knock out even a full-grown Edosian Sand Tiger. Through the throbbing pain originating between his temples, he tried to look around, to observe his surroundings.
He faintly remembered how he managed to squeeze himself into an already cramped shuttlecraft, bound to leave the doomed Kelvin. He also remembered the oxygen level starting to drop inside the shuttle: the little craft was designed to house a maximum of twelve people for a period of six hours, not twice the many onboard for... Pike did not remember the duration.
Pike was a smart young man. He didn't have to have a degree in medicine to figure out that he must have fainted after some time. The fact that he was able to come to that conclusion showed him that he didn't suffer any irreversible brain damage. Hell, he was alive! And judging by the pure white surroundings and piercing light, he was in some sort of hospital, or sick bay.
Pike tried to sit
Bey - Halloween Horrors - Pt 1Bey - Halloween Horrors - Pt 110 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
October 31st, Halloween Night. A night when the ghosts and goblins roam the land, creatures boiled up from the horrors of nightmares come to seek the joy of causing terror in others, and, of course, the very night that Tyson uses to freak Kenny out.
"BLAH! I'm going to suck your blood!" 'Vampire' Tyson cried, chasing after Kenny, his computer-loving friend, in his vampire outfit.
"GAH! NO! TYSON, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kenny shrieked, running away as fast as he could with his hands on his head. "Please!"
Tyson laughed as the boy dived behind the sofa and stopped the pursuit. "Ohh you're too much Chief! You're a prankster's dream!"
"Tyson, leave Kenny alone. You know he hates it." Ray looked up from his game of chess with Kai, which he was losing.
"Yeah I know. But it's only a bit of fun."
"I find nothing fun about scaring the living daylights out of me!" Kenny peered over the top of the sofa. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears from the fright he'd gotten. "That was a horrible thing
Surprises -Edward Cullen- .oo4 N-nice to meet you as well, Edward, I managed while swallowing hard. I cant believe this. I blushed as he smiled slyly. Damn, he was really cute. I felt the urge to reach out a touch his perfect skin, run my hands through his hair. God, what was with me? This was my cousins boyfriend. I huffed and turned to look at the front of the classroom, but I couldnt get Edward out of my mind.Surprises -Edward Cullen- .oo48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The teacher droned on about Shakespeare. I had already learned all of this, so I tuned out. My thoughts raced to, well, everything. I thought about the date. It was December 2nd on a Wednesday. In a week, on the 9th was the anniversary of my parents death. Eleven days before my birthday.
Sighing, I shook my head. It wasnt good to dwell on the past, but it would come back to haunt me forever. I felt cold. That and my head just suddenly started to hurt. It felt as if someon
To Chibi, With Love: Chapter 2To Chibi, With Love: Chapter 211 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rating: *sings* It's PG-13, it's PG-13, it's PG-13, and etc...
Pairings: KaixRei, TakxHir, RaixMao and still possibly Yuriy/Boris.
Warning: Boy + Boy = Yaoi, not Boy + Beer + The Game = Yaoi. Yaoi is in this story. Don't like it, don't read it.
Author's Note: This is me, at 5am in the morning, finishing this chapter up. I'm afraid to tell everyone that the chibi fun stuff will be put back until chapter four. I couldn't get everything that I wanted into chapter two without making it overly long, so I'm cutting it in half. For RaixMao lovers, there is a nice fluffy part in this chapter on them.
Kai - Hn.
Kitten - What are you 'Hning' about?
Rei- Don't mind him. His just jealous that Mao and Rai get to kiss in the story and we don't.
Kitten - You will, you will. eventually. I would also like to add that two people at fanfiction.net said my story was-
Kai - Don't say it!
Kitten - BRI
AfterlifeAfterlife11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
FOR MY FRIENDFOR MY FRIEND10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hai posto fine alla tua vita.
Il marmo freddo cullerą la tua guancia
come la morte l'anima tua stanca .
you have brought your life to the end.
The cold marble will lull your cheek
Like the death does with your weary soul .
tu as mis fin ą ta vie.
Le froid marbre bercerą ta joue
comme la mort fait avec ton āme fatiguč .
TrueTrue7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Language and Content Warning
This story is about my brother and damn is he lucky. I guess I really shouldnt be happy for him, being he took my boyfriend and all. Yep, you heard right, my boyfriend. It was a funny story really, but I suppose I should just cut to the story, you dont want to listen to a girls opinion anyway. Youre probably here for the Yaoi. And really, I dont blame you, its sexy when my brother isnt involved thats kind of weird but enjoy! >D [OMG True Story]
(I am writing this from my brothers(adopted) point of view, Please enjoy he allowed me to add certain situations which he awkwardly described to me cause he wanted to share it with the world, so, Im going to type this, be embarrassed, and hope you guys enjoy xD; )
B E G I N
Alex pushed open the door to his home. Everything was quiet, as it always had been. His siste
Infected LiesInfected Lies10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while we sit idly by
and watch millions die
due to infected lies
that we, every one
watch hunger and epidemic
run rampant throughout the world
with the pull of a trigger, taking lives
while we stand idly by
due to infected lies as
Excerpt, Indelar - First KissExcerpt, Indelar - First Kiss10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Michael stared up at the night sky from the middle of the park, unable to fall asleep. He had been restless this past week, because of the waning moon. This time of the month always agitated him, because his body and mind stopped being as synchronized as normal in anticipation for the new moon. Growling to himself, he decided now was as good a time as any to go for a jog. Finding his large, camping-size bag in the dark, he changed into a sleeveless shirt and shorts, and folded up his sleeping mat.
As he neared residential areas, he noticed the street he was taking was familiar. It was completely deserted, but he could still smell the scents that told him he was not far from his friend Simon's house. He smiled a little. Funny, that his feet would automatically bring him here, and not school. Since there was nothing else to do, he thought it woul
Outcast Chapter 3Hey, wake upOutcast Chapter 37 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Everything was dark and blurred, but a familiar face shifted into focus.
No, that wasn't right. Things became a little clearer and Blith saw a young woman staring at him with wide eyes. She had black hair framing her face with a messy white fringe, large rodent-like ears and piercing red eyes.
Oh hey! she said, perking her ears up I thought you'd never wake up!
Blith opened his eyes a little further. It appeared that he was in a fairly airy, whitewashed room above the ground floor. They even had the courtesy to provide him with a bed and blanket even though they had stripped him of all of his clothes except his jeans. He looked around at the ceiling. There were a few cracks, it looked like the room wasn't well looked after.
Where...? Blith began to say as he moved into a sitting position, but he quickly became aware of the searing, burning pain originating from his back. Ow he whined pathetically.
Salli and her very long knifeSalli and her very long knife11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It started so slowly, it started so simply
A tale of carnage, of murder and strife
The tale of girl all smilely and dimply
Of Salli, and her very long knife
"We'll leave you at home," said her parents quite gladly
"We've asked our dear neighbour to watch you tonight
She's a charming young thing, named Eleanor Shadly
Oh please do make sure that you treat her alright!"
And off they did go, moving so quickly
Desperate to not have to spend time with her
Their laughter was cruel, their attitude sickly
And that was how things normally were.
The sitter was young, and silly and pretty
With pigtails and nail-polish and a skirt that was plaid
The result of a cross 'tween a care-bear and Britney
And before very long, poor Salli was mad
"Ponies and pop-stars may be your thing girly,
Her eyes were ablaze and her hair was a-curly,
"But I have no time for your immature ways,
"So cease and desist your putrid displays!"
But the sitter just giggled and said she was cute
And her foolishnes nev
Fairy tale Harry PotterfictionFairy tale Harry Potter fiction.Fairy tale Harry Potterfiction5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time there was a frog feeling all alone,
he wondered if someone would ever rescue him.
You see the frog was actually Harry Potter, who had become victim of dark magic.
He hoped his best friends Ron and Hermione would find him very soon.
He said their names all the time. Although the only sound that came out was ribbit riibiit.
It made him feel depressed and down, frog tears started to roll down his cheeks.
He was sat near a pond in Regents Park.
Singing their names, people started to laugh at the frog, because he was singing the same melody over and over again. When he had enough of people laughing at him he stopped with saying the same melody.
It took many weeks more before he saw Ron and Hermione.
When he saw them he jumped up to them, which made them both scream. Arggggg!
"Get it away from me." Hermione screamed. "Hold still" Ron said. "I can't".
After jumping back and fort that felt like hours, they noticed something strange ab
After the epilogue, part 1.It was all he could do to stop his hands from shaking as he gingerly stepped into the empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. No matter what his father had said, his brothers words still haunted him, and Albus Severus Potter wanted nothing more than to run back into Ginnys arms and go back home. Make Lily take his place on the train. Shed love that.After the epilogue, part 1.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But before he could come to a conclusive decision, the compartment door slammed open again and a boy with longish white-blond hair scrambled in, shutting it quickly behind him.
They stood for a moment in near-silence: the newcomer, who was panting visibly, and Albus, who merely gaped.
Oi! Potter, is it? You look exactly like your old dad! the boy smiled cheerfully, and Albus could see that he had a slightly pointed face, which could have made him look very haughty if it wasnt accompanied by a dazzling white grin.
And you are ? Albus searched the other boys features, and in moment
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
Stickmen On The WallWhat's the point of making the bed?Stickmen On The Wall9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mark you left
Can never fade
I don't know where to turn
The past is haunting
The future an empty promise
And the present, stale
The taste of tin invades my mouth
Because all the roads
End just the same
All the roads
Lead back to you
Does he keep you warm?
Does he know your fears?
Can he claim to have shed
Enough blood and tears
Like I did?
The only one allowed to see
The deep marks on my face
The scars I bear, inside and out
The torment that keeps me company
The slight shaking of my hand
Whenever I put on your shoes
I can never show you
My bloodstained clothes
You wake up
To your make up
And I wake up
To my own
The smile I paint everyday
To tell the world my follicles are breathing
The crutch I wedge
Between chest and chin
To hold my head up high
I am a walking lie
I've played this role
For so damn long
I no longer know to which my soul belongs
One day I am weak
One day I am strong
I am the winning loser
The hero in a tragedy
I claim victor
50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
+ de 50 CONSEJOS PARA ESTUDIANTES DE DISEÑO GRÁFICO
Escrito por Chii-Original.
Por motivos de que ya acabé la licenciatura les comparto este magnifico tutorial , con tips y consejos que me hubieran ayudado al momento de entrar si alguien me los hubiera dicho.
Espero que los lean y los pongan en práctica , porque en verdad ayudan. Espero que no cometan los mismos errores que yo cometí y disfruten su carrera.
Les deseo muchos éxitos a todos los que esten empezando su carrera o quieran estudiar diseño gráfico.
¡Vamos a los tips!
1.Escojan una universidad que tenga laboratorios visibles de diseño gráfico. Que cuenten con programas tales como Photoshop e Illustrator como básicos. No se preocupen si usan Mac o no, esto es relativo, ya que en la vida real muchas empresas no tienen suficiente capital para pagarlas. Y , es muy importante , que esten certificadas por el ministerio de educación
Lured.Lured.Lured.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is this beauty, can it be?
That secret creature of the sea?
Elegance from the world unknown,
That swims the oceans all alone.
To the water's edge I go,
Her soft embrace I wish to know.
Her eyes they draw me closer still,
Though I fear that me she'd kill.
I feel the waves, they touch me skin,
I take her hand, she leads me in.
I wander with her to the deep,
In and out the waves we leap.
I follow her ever on and on,
She enchants me with her wondrous song.
She excites me greatly, her body so fine,
I know no space, I know no time.
Further and further into the deep,
My love is forever hers to keep.
Held in her arms I am secure,
I, into this water she did lure.
Entranced with her magical song,
I know that this love is wrong.
She a creature of the sea,
How can she want a man like me?
This liquid paradise holds sway,
Thus within her arms I'll lay.
Entwined within her cold fish tail,
I'll love each fin and every scale.
Then as I hear her sweet, sweet song,
I remember what I've feared
Harry Potter love story mxmHow Could This Be?Harry Potter love story mxm7 years ago in General More Like This
It had been many years since Harry was at Hogwarts. He and Ginny divorced now. She took all the kids, the house, the car. Everything. Harry was on his own. He sat in is small apartment. Living among the Muggles. He couldnt afford much and this small apartment seemed to be the best fitting for his budget. He just sat there. He thought about Ron and Hermione and wondered how things were going between them. He hadnt talked to them is such a long time. He didnt even know if Ron had moved out of his parents house yet.
Maybe I should visit them, Harry said. What do you think? He looked over at his owl who just hooted. Yeah, your right. They probably wouldnt remember me. He stroked the birds feathers and got up walking to his desk. Where did I put their address? He said to no one in particular. His bird hopped up to his with a piece of paper in its mouth. Ahh here we are, he look
Vendetta.Vendetta.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's go swimming in the corpse pit.
Make friends with the deceased.
Play them a funeral march fit for a king.
What else would we do, fall in love?
I wish you were here with me right now,
smothered in love and sprinkled with horror.
Love is fear and fear is love
so you must be a heartbreaker, Sweetheart.
So here's to revenge, vendetta's all round,
Oh waiter can we get some more glasses over here please?
Pull up a chair and take a drag out of me.
A flash of teeth and a flash of the knife,
remove the circulatory organ from it's oh so rightful place.
Oh Baby, you're a killer,
with that lie on your lips and poison in your kiss.
Please take that knife out of my head,
it's starting to itch a little.
Well that's not very lady like at all
Is that a halo in your hand?
Rain Gods Men bring their hammers to our roof this eve,Rain Gods8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Invisible children splash in the streets;
This is what I hear,
This is what I see;
This is what guides my mind to sleep.
The rain gods drum a lazy beat,
I rest my head-- my wishes keep;
This is what I hear,
This is what they speak:
Close weary eyes and softly dream.
The silence grows, the clouds move on,
They bring with them a dewy dawn;
They lie in wait,
For when I need
Their soothing song for a gentle sleep.
The Mer-PeopleThe Mer-People11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
walking along the shore
i heard them singing
yet it's saddness they are bringing
because i will never be
one of the beautiful kind
that swim in the sea
that leave the world behind
their hair flowing back
without a care
they keep their beauty
i wish they would share
but we talk everyday
they know what i wish
to breathe free
to swim with the fish
on day, life was too much
so i told them why
while i talked, i went to the cliff
just wanting to fly
so i leapt
to their screaming dismay
transformed while i feel
and since that day
i've swam with them
and i've sang their song
and now that i'm here, i know
this was my place all along
how to write better poetry.i.how to write better poetry.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink down the words
of the greats in a wine glass.
hell, drink down the words
of teenagers struggling
to straighten out the
gas and brake pedals
of their pens.
drink it all,
carefully structured stanzas
and sloppy melting words
make time for it
even if it's midnight
and all the world is humming
its sleep song.
dig up your soul
and shake down the dirt
over and over
until it becomes habit.
(and I know that might
sound like a pretty metaphor,
but it's easier said than done.)
do it when it hurts.
do it when that one person
you never thought you'd lose
leaves you nightcrawling.
do it when you're so tired
you speak in natural riddles,
do it mentally at morning coffee
and grocery checkouts.
force it until it feels
after all, no one is born a poet;
we carve ourselves fresh,
make art from our own
find a springtime kid
with the kind of smile
that causes shipwrecks.
he will warn you to stay away,
but you will
Faithful WaitingFaithful Waiting10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Babies crying in their cribs,
Gunshots ring through empty halls.
The bells in the tower
Clatter with fear.
And all ears pause.
Oppeneheimer's fateful tool.
Mark the world down,
For a price.
Buy the toys,
For a dime a piece.
Children laugh and unaware.
Silent gas leaks through the gates.
Fake a smile,
And close your eyes.
War machines grind
Through deserted streets.
And ragged feet.
No one talk,
Let's stand in line.
With unfaithful dreams.
Words and MeaningsWords and Meanings4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You must understand that I am a writer. I am not a pragmatist. When I say that I love you, my feelings are far deeper and far more complicated. When I say I would die for you, my idea of death is twisted and not made of any form of repentence at all. When I say I would kill for you, it's not just metaphorical or metaphysical murder I speak of.
But when I say I find you more poignant than the moment I stood above Mary Shelly's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks, overwhelmed by the emotions that welled inside my body...then I must find you very poignant indeed.