Caity's World, Part 33Caitlyn walked toward the stadium, the cage rolling along beside her. O'Connell, Hawkins, and Kim-na walked a little ways to her left, but she clung to Steven as though she might collapse without him. The brute tromped along behind them, its oversized mitts dragging in the dust. The night was so quiet that she could hear every leaf and stone her hooves touched and a sickening sizzling noise coming from the glowing cage. She huddled close beside Steven, shying away from the horrors all around her.Caity's World, Part 336 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The slumped pale silhouette in the cage was nearly motionless, but suddenly it spoke. "I I'm sorry," he said.
"D Daddy?" She looked up at him. "Is that really you?"
"I'm sorry for all of this," he said. "I never in my worst nightmares imagined things might turn out like this."
"It's okay," she said.
"No, it isn't," he said. "I left you and your mother and your sister all alon
Caity's World, Part 26It was unnerving to be that high up and to realize that the only thing holding them up was thread, all of it from the soldiers walking around her.Caity's World, Part 267 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In fact, the whole place was unnerving. The Drider Mobile Command Center everybody called it Drycom was really nothing but a bunch of loose boards and slabs of metal and strips of fabric held together by a dizzying patchwork of spider threads no, no, drider threads, she corrected herself. That was all strange enough by itself, but the fact that the whole base moved once a week to a completely different location in these mountains, well, that was just insane.
The militarys reassurances didnt change Caitlyns unease. For one thing, she was high up, and she was no fan of heights; she preferred the ground when she was human, and she only preferred it more after her Change. For another thing, the whole place swayed. For an
Caity's World, Part 22You evil monster, said Caitlyn, backing away. She felt her tail bump into one of the window-walls and stopped.Caity's World, Part 227 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Now, now, sticks and stones, said van der Wals, walking toward her, very slowly.
You killed my sister!
No, no, goodness! Shes sleeping. I need the both of you; the machine checks not just for your presence, but for hers as well. We oh forgot to tell her that part. Your father was quite clever, you see: He rightfully assumed that little could bring the two of you together in that room except himself.
So youre using her too, then, said Caitlyn.
Shes been quite willing to follow my orders without argument, said van der Wals. Id say its more like sixty-forty.
Caitlyn breathed hard for a moment, unsure how to reply, but van der Wals cut short her deliberations. &
RegretFor a while, there was nothing. Just a vast, black void, with the exception of the one floating in it. "So, this is it," she thought to herself. This was the afterlife. There was nothing, only this unfeeling emptiness that surrounded her. Neither heaven nor hell, just infinite purgatory.Regret4 years ago in Drama More Like This
All the time in the universe to think. To regret. Yet, it was not all terrible. It was very bittersweet. Throughout the young troll's life, Vriska'd done horrible things. To feed her lusus, to prove herself to those around her. And now, she didn't have to. There was no one to judge her any longer. She didn't have to be the baddest of the bad. There were no expectations on her. And yet, even with that peace of mind, she felt regret.
There was one person on her mind, as she drifted through the purgatory. A single person who refused to judge her, despite her past and more recent deeds. A goofy kid with glasses, an overbite, and the purest heart and mind of anyone she'd ever met. The very thought of him br
Caity's World, Part 34The freight elevator took them down to the basement this time, and it was a crowded ride: The three centaurs and four wolfmen filled all the available space, and to fit them, one wolfman stood on Steven's back and another laid on the floor between their legs. It was too close, too hot, too smelly, and far too claustrophobic: Caitlyn wanted to escape the moment she was pushed inside.Caity's World, Part 346 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
But the doors did reopen, and the centaurs spilled into a long, narrow basement hallway, the wolfmen bouncing and prancing around them like dogs. Van der Wals and Ellen and her husband were waiting for them under the flickering fluorescent lights.
"This way," said van der Wals, his pistol aimed squarely at Steven's chest. "All of you will follow instructions exactly from this point or he dies and she dies," he said, pointing at Kim-na.
"Just be good and follow orders and you'll all go home happy and healthy and human," said Ellen. "This is to
Caity's World, Part 28Caitlyn disengaged from the kiss slowly, and just when Steven thought he was out, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him back in. This was her moment of happiness, and by God she was going to make it last as long as she could.Caity's World, Part 286 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
But eventually she pulled her head back, and he drew a deep breath. ...Wow, he said.
She smiled in reply.
So, uh, I guess that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend then, he said.
She bit her lip, stepped back, and started to lift her shirt up.
He grabbed her shirt. What are you doing!?
What does it look like Im doing? she said.
Caity, we havent even gone on a first date yet, much less been dating long enough for that.
She sighed and dropped her shirt back down. We spent weeks in a cell together! Doesnt that count?
No, he said. Maybe Im old-fashioned, but I think a man ought to w
America's IndependenceAmerica's Independence4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England came up to a house, his emerald eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into tight fights. He glared at the house, anger pulsing up inside of him. This was madness! It had to be stopped. England marched up to the door and knocked on it, rather hard. It was more of a banging than a knocking. England waited outside of the house for a few moments. Soon, the door was answered. The one who answered the door was the owner of the house. A blond haired boy opened the door and he looked at England. The blue eyed boy stared at England for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, but then they narrowed as they stared at the elder country. "What do you want?" America asked, his voice icy.
England was slightly surprised by the ice in America's voice, but, he didn't drop his angry gaze. "I wanted to talk to you." England said, his voice cold as well. "I want this fighting to stop! You can't survive on your own. This is insanity." England said. America glared at England, his blue eyes fil
FateFate3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Night sky was cold and black, and underneath her ebony veil rested a small town in a valley shrouded in shadows and gently touched by the moons borrowed light. Cries arose from the town square and drunks spilled out of the nearest pub, singing and chanting of heroes long gone. The night was filled with celebration but the cause didn't matter, a new King meant no more than the last one, the only thing that mattered was good mead and roast goose to fill their bellies. Any reason for celebration is a good enough, and no amount of snow on the ground had ever stopped a drunkard from getting his fill.
So no one really noticed the man emerge from the dark narrow street and no one noticed him slipping his dagger back into his belt. Tonight was not a night for observation, it was a night of joy and merriment for most. He calmly walked away from the narrow street, staggering a little from the wine in his gut, his dagger glistened wet with fresh gore and his hands we
ImagineClose your curious eyes, my dear. Take a deep breath. Drift beyond the storms of your mind, beyond those crashing waves and rumbling skies. Go past the quivering forests at the mercy of these rampant winds. Avoid the mystic kingdoms of paradise. Go deeper into the conscious of unconsciousness.Imagine5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You'd be surprised by what you find there.
Now, listen closely to my words. Look into the dark and concentrate. Imagine that you are seeing the very center of a person's soul, the very essence of life itself, and grasp onto it. Hold on as though it were life or death.
This next step is crucial, don't lose your focus now.
You must feel the comforting warmth of this essence. Feel the tingle and prick of the chill it possesses. Notice the smell of sweet spring flowers, of morning dew, of salty sea air, of biting cold. Hear the ceaseless echo of its energy, like the crackle of a fire. Use your senses to their fullest ability.
Have you done this? Take another breath. Hold it in. This is the final step
the wolf who cried boyThere once was a paranoid, schizophrenic Wolf who lived in constant fear that a Boy would come to kill them all. To prevent the slaughter, he warned his clan daily with throat-tearing screams. "It's the Boy! It's the Boy!" he cried and wailed. "The Boy is standing there with a gun to my head!"the wolf who cried boy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His snarling brothers and sisters arrived to his aid constantly, claws unsheathed, fangs bared. When they found no Boy, like usual, they turned on him. "You sick bastard," they barked, "stop imagining things! Take the medication the Old One prescribed you. You are not well and you need help."
Though the Wolf feasted on the berry-flavored perphenazine the great Old One suggested, his visions of death never ceased. The Boy haunted his peaceful dreams of good hunting and gentle grooming, turned them into gut-curdling nightmares of pelted skins and bloody innards. Even awake, the Boy appeared in places once comforting, like the forest shadows, the rippling lakes, the soft breezes and the hearty prey.
DiagnosisYou were diagnosed on the fifth of June. We were at the clinic, reading month-old magazines while melodies from the elevator music station drifted from the overhead speakers. You had a frown on your face, I was lost in thought, and when they called you in I didn't even notice. That is, until, I realized the atmosphere had gotten considerably lighter in the past few minutes since you had left.Diagnosis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I sat in content silence reading yard tips for the garden we didn't have until you returned. Your face was ashen, and you were quiet, but still you managed to don a superior smirk. This composure you maintained until we got in the car, but as soon as the engine started, you exploded.
"They said I was infected," you began, without warning, "that I had a serious case and it was terminal. Terminal. Can you believe it? Who the hell do they think they are? I know for certain that I am perfectly healthy. I'd know if something was wrong. You know I would know, right?"
I nodded, an
Broken in the Snow"I'm gonna go home before it gets dark," Liboria said.Broken in the Snow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lib, you promised," he whined.
"Yeah, whatever. Just wait a sec," she said, grasping for a good place to pull herself up.
The barren branches clawed at her as she climbed to the top of the tree. Liboria's heavy boots made the bark crumble, revealing a cream color wood that was smooth and slick. Crows cawed out to the gray sky, which only replied with their echo. It was getting late.
There was a boy sitting in the snow below. His blue lips quivered. He stuffed his pink, frigid fingers into his coat pocket and winced in pain. His nose was redder than his cheeks.
"My hands hurt." Amos shivered.
"I don't see you helping," she snapped.
"But you did it!" Amos yelled.
Liboria growled as she lifted her body to the next branch. Her orange hair whipped around in wind like active flames. Her eyes, like a hawk's, fixed on the lime color kite as if it were her prey. She straddled the branch and stretched her arms as far as possible. The kite w
Caity's World, Part 23The truck rumbled down the road. The two centaurs lay side-by-side in the dark, surrounded by clatter and rumble, unable to move, unable to even turn around, hopelessly tangled in each others limbs, pressing tightly against the trucks hard, lumpy steel side walls.Caity's World, Part 237 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So tell me, said Caitlyn, working her head over toward Stevens, what happened to Kim-na?
She was amazing, he said. We got to the truck and bam! she struck out like a wildcat. Ive never seen anything like it. Crazy kung-fu karate or something, she just starts knocking down the guards. She picked up two of em and swung em into each other, smash! just like that, they went down. Those wolf things, whatever the hell they were, they started jumping on her and slicing at her, and she took a beating but Ill be surprised if any of em are still alive now. O
Caity's World, Part 32She stood outside under the glare of the spotlights, with Steven and Kim-na beside her. A dozen or so resolute-looking Marines brandishing large black weaponry surrounded them, and among the Marines, to her surprise, stood the battered figure of Yuri O'Connell. She was bruised and bandaged, and one of her right legs was bleeding and wrapped in a bandage, but those steel-blue eyes were still as sharp as ever. She had a large pack strapped to her lower half, and carried a rifle far larger than Caitlyn would have expected O'Connell would be able to lift, much less use, but its battle scars revealed its history: O'Connell had killed people today, perhaps many times. Caitlyn wondered how anyone could live with the death of another on her conscience.Caity's World, Part 326 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The number of Marines guarding the sandbag walls had shrunken a little over the last hour, and the remainder looked glad to have a respite, however brief. The ground looked more b
A History of PurgatoryFor more than a millennium purgatory's souls wallowed in despair while chaos and confusion ruled the realm. As a dark and barren pit, no sun lit the gray sky and no water gave life to the dry ground.A History of Purgatory4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Souls appeared one by one as they died on Earth. They lingered in purgatory, weeping and cowering, until demon underlings dragged them to the pits of hell. The souls wasted their limited days huddled together for fear of the demons' frequent visits.
One soul broke apart. A soldier. Broad and standing tall in his gleaming armor, he held his spear at the ready and stood watch over the souls. He knew no other course of action.
As always the demon underlings returned to claim more souls. Three feet tall and hairless, the handful of gray and black imps scurried across the land and snickered to themselves.
The soldier bellowed a war cry and charged the creatures.
Startled by this first ever challenge, the underlings scattered, fleeing the enraged warrior and his spear.
Emboldened by the display,
Caity's World, Part 21What do you want? said Caitlyn.Caity's World, Part 217 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ellen sipped her tea, and van der Wals shrugged. You really dont want any tea? Its a good English blend with just a hint of blackberry.
I want to know what you want, said Caitlyn, her eyes darkening.
Well, I want you to have some tea, said van der Wals. But it seems youre less than interested. So I suppose we ought to get to business. Thats really the problem with you Americans: You never take even a moment to enjoy the finer things in life, to stop and smell the roses. Here we could be comfortably sipping tea and discussing sport like civilized folk, but no, no, youd rather conduct business. Always the brass tacks. Its a shame that with few exceptions he nodded at Ellen you cant do both, but I suppose not everyone can have your father&
When the Tears Will ComeWhen the tears will comeWhen the Tears Will Come5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When the tears did come
That's when you know, that you've lost it all
What are you saying though?
You haven't lost it all
You just feel you have
When the tears did come
You regret what happened
Then you end up thinking about what you did all over again
Once that happens
When the tears did come
When the tears did come
When the tears
It's exhausting to think about
You don't want to think about it
Yet, you do
When those tears managed to fall from your eyes,
Down your cheeks,
Around your chin,
Then onto your clothes, or the ground
You know that something is wrong
When the tears WILL come
That's what upsets you the most
When the tears WILL come
That's what angers you the most
When the tears WILL come
That is when you don't care about anything anymore!
When you just want to give in to it all!
When you just don't see the point anymore!
Where you feel like a FAILURE!
It's when the tears WILL come!
When the tears DO come!
Color Theory: REDColor Theory: RED7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
- Any of a number of similar colors evoked by light consisting predominantly of the longest wavelengths of light discernible by the human eye
- Additive and subtractive primary
- Complementary to cyan (additive light); complementary to green (subtractive color)
- Wavelength: 625-740 nm
- Frequency: 480-405 THz
- Hex triplet: #FF0000
- sRGB: 255, 0, 0
- Energy, blood
- Anger, passion, love
- Increases enthusiasm
- Encourages action and confidence
- Provides a sense of protection
3. Found In
- Interior design and fashion: shades of red are described by reference to the colors of fruits and vegetables that commonly match that shade. These include cherries, beets, turnips, strawberries, and raspberries
- Used throughout time to represent royalty throughout the world
- Red is the color claimed by the street gangs Bloods and Norteños
- Japan: traditional color for a heroic figure
- Ancient China: is one of the main five c
Color Theory: GREENColor Theory: GREEN7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
- Any of a number of similar colors evoked by light consisting somewhat of the midle wavelengths of light discernible by the human eye
- Additive primary and subtractive seconday
- Complementary to magenta (additive light); complementary to red (subtractive color)
- Wavelength: 520-570 nm
- Hex triplet: #00FF00
- sRGB: 0, 255, 0
- Relaxes mentally, as well as physically
- Helps alleviate depression, nervousness, and anxiety
- Offers a sense of renewal, self-control, and harmony
3. Found In
- Worldwide color used to represent safety
- China: jade stones represent virtue and beauty
- Ghardaia: houses painted in green indicate that the inhabitants have made a pilgrimage to Mecca
- Iran: sacred color where is symbolizes paradise
- Ireland: represents the vast green hillsides and St. Patrick
- Islam: considered traditional color because of its association with nature
- Japan: regarded as the color of eternal l
The Shooter on the MedianThe late afternoon sun beat down against the pavement. Heat waves curled up from the asphalt, making mirrors in the distance. A single car coasted down the hill. There was no one in it but the driver.The Shooter on the Median3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She stood by the side of road, waiting for him. She had picked out a pleasant spot where she could see if there were any other cars coming. Seeing none, she focused her attention on the driver, raised her arms, and pointed the barrel at the oncoming car.
The driver was near the bottom of the hill now and was moving fast. She steadied her aim and shot once. The driver lost control and began to swerve. She shot again and again, one after the other, laughing with glee. She could hardly contain her excitement. Too bad there were no witnesses to see this happen in person.
The car swerved, an over-correction by the driver, and skidded off the side of the hot road. Upon enteri
Schizophrenic NightmareCan you hear the voicesSchizophrenic Nightmare4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That are screaming in my head?
They taunt me with hateful words
And never cease for a rest
I am not able to sleep
For they won't shut up
I can barely think
With this massive headache they've caused
My heart is breaking
From all the torment it has given me
My entire body
Has come to its weakest point
I need someone to save me
And get rid of these demon possessed voices
Cast them into a pit of fire
So they will do no more harm
Sometimes they seem loud enough
To be considered real
But when I look around
Nobody is even there
People don't understand
They think I am making things up
They call me a psychopath on route to destruction
And lately I've begun to believe them
Crayons"What are you drawing?"Crayons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He hovered behind a small girl. Her hand was curled clumsily around one of the many markers she had strewn across her desk, the manila paper in front of her receiving mark after colorful mark from her enduring imagination. To him, it looked like a series of haphazardly scribbled lines, overlapping and crisscrossing with no discernable pattern whatsoever.
"Crayons," she breathed silently, concentrating on her masterpiece. The girl barely moved, save for her small arm swishing across the page noisily on its sacred mission. She then slammed the marker down offensively on the desk, scrutinizing the rest of her arsenal before delicately picking another she had yet to use.
Crayons? With markers? he thought to himself. He'd been a teacher for only two years now and knew ultimately that a surprise would come from the mouth of at least one of his students with every passing day. Looking at the drawing now, he smiled.
Rather than speaking his mind, he si
HoC - Oracle IntroThe Favor, the Contract, the WorldHoC - Oracle Intro4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely puppets;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one puppet in its time plays many parts
And I, the Puppeteer, control them all.
The world becomes so dull when it becomes stagnant. No progression, no diversity, little sense of hope. I take great pleasure in ensuring that that never happens. Without me, things would be an absolute bore, as things tend to collapse on themselves should that happen.
The hero, the villain, and everything in between are under my influence. I guide the hero, I create the villains, and I give them all the illusion of freedom. Everyone is simply a puppet for my plans and amusement. But like always, there are exceptions to the rule. Even then, there is always a way to control those exceptions.
However, this story is less about my history, and
Hellsing: Laundry 2 SNDIt was Thursday.Hellsing: Laundry 2 SND8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of all the things that Alexander Anderson hated, he hated Thurdays. A lot.
Why would he hate Thurdays? The answer is actually very simple.
It was Laundry Day.
Why would he hate Laundry Day? Easy!
It was the new washing machine. A Whirlpool, to be exact. It looked like any ordinary washing machine. White. Big. Could open up. Could clean clothes. Only, there was one difference.
The priest was convinced it was possessed by a demon. Late at night, it would start thumping up and down, making a lot of racket, waking the kids and him up. It would stop in the middle of a load. But the worst part...the part that made him convinced it was possessed...was that itwould never get the stains out of any of his robes. There would always be a tiny blood stain on them, somewhere, cleverly hidden from him. But he would always find them...eventually.
So, there he was, in the laundry room, glaring at the washing machine.
The washing machine stared back at him.
"Ah hate ye," he growled,