Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PN
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. See the wall in front of you?"
The butt of his rifle smashed the back of my head so hard I couldn't even cry out as I fell to the cold floor. A faded figure walked over me and bent down. Everything turned black.
"Lynn... That is a ridiculous middle name. Lynn, Lynn... I take it your parents didn't exactly lov
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
Open eye'sI hear the heart beat of the ocean.Open eye's6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the waves pound against the sea
shore. The waves crush , drowning
out the sound of my own heart beat.
I look towards the horizon. As the
clouds go by looking up at the sky.
Marching Band Is MagicalDuring the marching band season everything is magical.Marching Band Is Magical6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You have practices over the summer and you get to know everyone in the band that you hadnt before.
Band camp comes and all of a sudden you are so close. Spending thirteen hours a day, five days in one week doesnt make you fed up with them like you thought it would. The bond that you had somehow becomes closer. You are a huge family, directors included.
You couldnt imagine how things could get any greater. The bond that you have is as strong as it could ever be. Everything is wonderful.
Then practices become shorter to get you ready for the inevitable: school hour practices.
Now, you can only practice after school. Less time with your band.
That once magical bond that you had suddenly breaks. You dont see everyone, everyday anymore. You were lucky if you saw them passing you in the hallway. Those friends that you were inseparable from you dont have one class with.
The magic fades.
Football games are onc
CorsetCorsetCorset6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
surprise! for the man
I can't get enough of-
a cinched corset
of butter-yellow leather
making my hips
wider than they are-
no room left for air,
its bone and sinew
replaces my own,
the stocking top
ostrich trim tickles-
don't be fooled lover,
lying back, head cradled;
or is it I who will be,
my talent packaged thus:
we'll have fun finding out-
riding crop in hand
facing away, I ease on,
for a rigorous canter-
you knew I would
and when I think I've
bested you in your intrigue,
and those muffled moans,
you pull the laces tighter
till I flutter and swoon
BetrayedBetrayed by my own people.Betrayed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking around in a circle of lies.
wondering when ill find out the truth.
so i can understand.
why they would do something like this to me.
it seems that i cant go anywhere,
even with the nicest people.
and not be surrounded by lies.
we're never perfect.
we're never understanding.
never ending "proof".
Its Just MeI feel used,Its Just Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cast to the
I lost my pride,
and my heart aches,
for, the lonely part of my
Into pieces, all
along the floor,
how could I not,
ask for more?
While, my loneliness,
crackles, and withers,
as I slowly hold my breath.
Its almost over,
I try so hard,
to convince myself,
the other part of me,
Just as damaged,
nearly, oozing with pain.
What more could I ask for,
other than to be happy again?
clarinet.Blowclarinet.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my top
and listen to
echo through the hollow cave…
resonating through my
ribcage and shaking me,
The tempo pulses through your veins,
clogging up your arteries;
you're ready to burst-
yet I lie unpracticed in a shallow corner.
My keys are aching for your tender,
to leave an impression,
to complete measures start to finish,
to cascade through
miles of sheet music.
I am polished to a high sheen
and creates a rainbow glare
on the window pane across from my dusty little cinderella corner.
Eyes dart from the electric glare
radiating from my form
in a guilty reminder of
notes across the page.
Breath is drawn where indicated in measure six,
and you've been letting your lungs fill for years.
Release into me.
BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 2I had lived in my cavernous new home for almost two days now. I found some communications equipment that might be used to contact the outside world, but the entire rig was butchered beyond all recognition.BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 28 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I looked like it was done deliberately, as if the leader of this operation had a Cortez complex; he made sure they stayed there until the job was done, just like Cortez burning his ships after landing in the New World.
I was disappointed, but I couldn't complain much. I was alive, I was safe... for the moment.
I knew that inside me grew an embryo of the S'Tencha. If this unearthly pregnancy were to carry out as expected, I would've already been in labor, giving horrific birth to the creature within me.
But it didn't progress normally.
I could feel the movements of the larva inside me, but it hadn't grown much at all; a mere half inch of my belly stood from the waistline.
I had suspicions, but I couldn't confirm them until I found the right equipment.
I searched through the Complex fo
paper boats.dear sunrise, today I wrote you a poem about butterflies and hearts trapped in glass jars, but I ripped it up. today I cried three bucket- fills and held hands with someone I dont love.paper boats.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dear porcupine, today I left you a bowl of milk and a friend, but I brought it back inside when you never showed up. today I got new keys to my door and lost them again.
dear raindrop, today you split apart my head and all my thoughts came out, and now everyone understands. today you took away my dignity and today I died. (on the inside.)
swans were my favourite animals before
and love was my favourite feeling.
they were graceful, and beautiful and if reincarnation
were on my side shed choose one of them for me.
we went to parks and fed swans because
you said you liked to watch me smile and
throw bread crumbs like there was nothing
in the world to worry about.
(I did it because I liked to watch you smile.)
i used to go alone when you were out and
I would sit at the pond and cry
Meet Samus ... IIICHAPTER THREEMeet Samus ... III6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Samus blinked at Cortana, who was grinning before her, a warm purple. Turning to John, she raised an eyebrow. The pair had returned to her apartment to tell their AI's the news, yet niether had seemed surprised at the ring on Samus's finger. John stood at Samus's shoulder while she sat on the couch.
The SPARTAN smiled sheepishly. "Cortana and Adam knew...she went with to pick the ring and I asked him for permission."
Turning, Samus looked at her AI companion. "Is that true?"
Adam, after coming to UNSC controlled space, had adapted an avatar for himself, instead of just a blank screen. He looked just as he had in life, wearing a traditional Galactic Federation officer's uniform and he glowed a brilliant green.
He smiled at Samus. "I thought it was very classy."
The ring sparkled on Samus's left hand, and as she studied it for the thousandth time that day, Cortana addressed her boyfriend, now fiance.
"Who else knows?"
"Nobody. Just you two."
BetrayedBetrayedBetrayed12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world has been
I have no one
I scream aloud
I don't even care
All, what do
I have to care
Everyone I love
Is gone and I
Am left alone in
The winter cold
Standing in the
Snow with nothing
But my soul and
I fear that I
Have sold it for
Just a day of
I can't shake this
Feeling of loneliness
I am afraid to face
Myself for fear that
I am gone
Sailed away on
A mystical boat of
Fate to argue with
My destiny and to dance
With the devil in
The pale moonlight
And I see my life for
The first time
When first I sought
To trust, I felt that
I could love, now
I trust no one, not
Even my thoughts
But why should I care
I should just fly away
Into the night and
It does not matter
They don't see me
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
City of Paradise: PrologueCity of Paradise: Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I am with her Jake...she's real
Night falls earlier than it did in our time. The sky, coated in the darkness of so much waste, the gutted earth's substance littered on the ground and in the atmosphere creates looming clouds, black and gray, keeping the entire planet under an almost constant state of overcast. The third Great Recession has hit nearly everyone, including the corporate giants, and relative success stories in the 21st century. For every medical advance, another plague descends. For every new innovation, another obstacle. The planet's population swells, then fights, reduing its number just enough to eke a living, scrabbling to get by, and yet ever-expanding. The pessimists say that man will soon outnumber the rats.
A little girl, an innocent with a shock of bright red hair, sits fixated before the projection screen. She is one of hundreds, as every man, woman, and child has all eyes on the mission that promises to find something to redeem them f
Phazon Twilight DuskPhazon Twilight DuskPhazon Twilight Dusk7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Nintendo Symbiote Story
Zelda sat on a bed, trying to trying to make sense of the situation she was in. Within the span of a few hours, she had worn an alien costume, save some villagers, gotten shot, and was brought back to space ship by some woman who is supposed to be some sort of space traveler. An alien pirate is roaming Hyrulian Woods, doing who knows what, and worst of all, she can not do anything because its out of her jurisdiction. She wrapped her arms tightly around the thin white blanket that she covered herself when she woke up. The floating red sphere that had been taking to her had been floating around her constantly.
Miss, it said, I am sorry that you may feel nervous about what is going on, but Galactic Federation protocols must be followed.
At what cost? Zelda replied back at the sphere
Do you know how many lives must die
skeleton flowers..skeleton flowers6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you mimed a poem for me..
the actions were aged and torn:
melting into rain-flower eyes
I pressed the silence into a music box carefully:
like antique flowers delicately folded
into a heart-shaped locket
and buried the box beneath my bed:
I never opened it again
© Amy Ingram
BetrayedBetrayed11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black as night
outside it's dark
In the distance
Wolves may bark
But I am safe here
On my own
In this corner
Drops of water
Fall from above
Filled with hate
I'm without love
I have been betrayed
Mistakes in life
A few I've made
Yet as many
As there are
Just one stands out
I fell in love
That was the worst thing
I could do
Beautiful, Beautiful...There once was a wise old craftsman, who knew more than he let on. He lived and worked in a plain, insignificant little cottage that was nestled in the middle of nowhere; shrouded by trees, ensuring that any soul lucky enough to happen upon it would never find it again.Beautiful, Beautiful...6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
It was here, in the beginning of dawn through the darkness of night that he made a beautiful, beautiful puppet. He used the softest, palest maple that she could have been porcelain. He selected the finest red horse hairs to cover her head, a dress of elegant peacock feathers and simple ballet slippers to cover her feet. And as he carefully painted her delicate features with a steady hand, she smiled at him.
Time flowed on and the craftsman continued working, but now he had his beautiful, beautiful puppet to dance for him. He was happy as he watched her graceful movements echo the peaceful serenity of their hidden world. But the dancer grew restless. She looked up at him and pleaded, remove these strings that restrain
43. DieI didnt want to believe his last request. Someone like him couldnt possibly be so weak. Slowly, he repeated his words.43. Die6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hold me. His voice was so weak and soft.
It almost seemed as though my face had gone numb. I wanted to cry, but tears wouldnt escape. Slowly, I climbed onto the hospital bed beside him. As I wrapped my arms around him, our bodies shook. I was shaking so badly. He leaned his head against my chest. He seemed so cold against my skin. I rubbed his soft hair. He really seemed like an angel just lying there. Completely opposite from when I first met him.
I remember that cruel smirk the first day I met him. Hed shaken my hand firmly. Id never known Id fall in love with him.
Look at me
His voice interrupted my memories of us. I looked down at him. His face was so pale except the dark bags under his eyes. He was suffering more than anyone should.
Do you remember the first night in our apartment&
Birthing Chambers Ep. 3It had now been almost three weeks since I had been captured. About two and a half weeks since I found the Birthing Chamber. I was now about halfway through the gestation period of the Queen S'Tencha growing inside my womb. And, though inhuman, I was becoming very attached to the creature. Because I was giving it my life, I felt it was almost a part of me... something that depended on me.Birthing Chambers Ep. 38 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
In the two and a half weeks since discovering the Drone Birthing Chamber, I had rescued a total of about fifty host mothers, and we had pretty much formed a working society in my underground home. About ten of them had given birth, all of which I had been with when they did. This was my job down here. The caretaker and the doctor.
Thus I wasn't surprised much when Kelly, the first woman I saved from the Birthing Chamber, came into my quarters.
"Trish, you've gotta come. Sophie's going into labor!"
I was immediately up and out the door, Kelly close on my heels.
"When did it start?" I asked, running.
SoulSoul7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dizzy, fuzzy feeling of light-speed travel feels even more distant and attached, like I'm not in my body. I know it's getting worse. My body doesn't feel like itself anymore; it feels as if I'm trapped in an overpowered lump of flesh that isn't responsive when I need it to be, yet the world around it seems too frail and delicate to handle this powerful form. My own strength frightens me, frightens me more than anything else has so far. I know that I'm not relying on the enhancements of the suit anymore, not how it once was. The shielding to protect it and me is superficial, neither it or I needing much protection anymore. If it were possible for the chozo suit to protect me from this poison in my body, it would have expelled it long ago.
I raise my left hand to look at it while my gunship skims along the interior of the wormhole. They tell you that you're not supposed to move while travelling at this sort