Stargate Exile: OriginStargate Exile: OriginStargate Exile: Origin7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sam opened her eyes to the inky darkness of the Idlewyld night. Something had woken her, but she wasnt quite sure what. She rubbed at her increasingly rounding stomach, but didnt feel anyone kicking at her at the moment. Jack was sound asleep next to her, so whatever it had been hadnt been enough to disturb him.
Shrugging it off Sam closed her eyes again. Before she could drift back to sleep a distant sound caught her full attention. This time she sat up and listened carefully for the noise to repeat itself. Even though she was greeted with silence she got out of bed anyway.
The whirr of a dialing Gate was something she was intimately familiar with. However the sound didnt have the right timing for someone to be dialing in or out, nor had there been the characteristic splash of the vortex. As she walked through the halls the alcove lights turned on a so
My First LoveI was always very innocent when I was a teenager. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, sweet 16...he was 19. He lived 50 kms away so he came to see me every weekend.My First Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He played the guitar and sang beautifully. I liked that about him. He was very sweet.
We would write lots of letters during the week...I still have his letters...I still read his letters every now and then and I smile... We had a good time together...innocent...romantic.
When we first started dating, we went for a walk in the evening. It was very quiet and it was getting dark. Then we stopped and stood under a tree. He held me and pressed his body against mine and kissed me. It was beautiful, so gentle at first, and slowly it was harder and deeper. His tongue met mine and they entwined. It was long and deep. It was so good. He pulled me to him ,held me real tight and I could feel he was getting hard...But he didn't go any further. It was meant to be our first kiss...
I suppose now that if I had las
Of Hills and Bluebells SPOILERDrenched in mud and more exhausted than he'd been in days, Hiccup dragged himself to the hill that led to his house.Of Hills and Bluebells SPOILER5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been a good day. He'd gone flying with Toothless and that was something they both loved. It was wonderful, effortless even with the metal that took the place of his foot. Of course now he wasn't flying with a massive dragon trying to eat him which was a definite plus. It was easy now to make the quick changes Toothless needed to fly. Gobber had made some actual improvements to the fin he'd made, this design working even smoother than his original had. Toothless didn't seem to mind the new design, but Hiccup imagined the dragon was so ecstatic to be flying again that he wouldn't have minded anything at this point. Hiccup had given up on getting Toothless out of the saddle and fin for the night, when he'd gone to get them off the dragon Toothless had bared his teeth and swerved much faster than Hiccup was able to keep up with given his lack of a foot. In time he kne
Watashi tachi wa futari....私達は二人…Watashi tachi wa futari....9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are two people…
Torn by distance
If I try
Reaching for you,
I know I can't
I close my eyes
You will be there in front of me
Although the reality is
You won't be.
We are two people…
In two different places
But under the sam
Defunct FuturesSo, what's it like in the year 2012 in the...Defunct Futures3 years ago in Settings More Like This
2012 in 50's-world, everyone in the US wears hats. Men wear suits, women wear dresses or cute pantsuits. T-shirts and jeans or sweats are something nobody older than a teenager would be caught wearing. There are a lot of uniforms. Everything is very clean and often metallic or gleaming.
The Cold War is of course going on, and China, the Soviet Union, indeed everything from East Germany to Vietnam is the Red World, a unified entity which includes some parts of Africa, including the Red Congo. (Cuba, on the other side, is Capitalist and more-or-less democratic, if corrupt). Everyone in the Red World dresses the same, drives the same standard car, and reports for interrogation four times a year. (Except for the Inner Committee. But to get to that position on must have taken the interrogation drugs dozens of times). Although a "standardized" Socialist culture is promoted, the Chinese are still Chinese, and the increasing tendency of
Try being in my shoes.They laugh,Try being in my shoes.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
While I cry.
As I die...
Inside, I come undone.
I am here with myself.
It seems as if,
I am the only one in this world...
I'm unforgiving, for my sins.
The pain I have caused others.
This is where it all began -
In my mind.
I have already gone.
I am no longer the person I used to be.
The old me is gone.
And in her place lies an empty shell.
It has all become a part of my life.
And I just want it to stop!
Albert Wesker8:00am: Wake up, unable to see alarm clock due to sunglasses, called a minion to tell me the time. Minion was shirty and sarcastic, so shot him. Added note: call cleaner to remove excess blood from wallpaper and curtains.Albert Wesker9 years ago in Humor More Like This
9:30am: Arrived at secret headquarters after twice entering wrong buildings due to sunglasses; gain access with vocal scanner and evil laugh. a difficult combination to impersonate, sit down for breakfast of cornflakes and milky coffee.
11:00am: Look over daily reports from former and existing umbrella operatives around the world. unable to read and frustrated again by overly dark sunglasses and poor office 'mood' lighting. Called minion to read reports whilst I laugh evilly, and at length.
12:30pm: Posed for photos for "evil villain monthly" didn't trust the photographer, so had him experimented on, the last I heard he was banging on a window and trying to eat researchers. well that will teach him for mocking my laugh, and my lack of an evil sidekick. I'm still annoy
A Meeting, of SortsThe camera-man walked towards him, the discordant tinkling of its tempered steel parts almost musical.A Meeting, of Sorts6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"What are you?" asked the man, his once brave voice reduced to nothing more than a harsh whisper. The camera-man's iris contracted in a curious fashion as it regarded him, its features so utterly alien that the man could only guess at its thoughts. Around him the world was at a standstill, as if time itself respected this creature so much as to freeze in its presence. Gone was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, gone was the insistent beep of the microwave, and gone was the shrill shriek of the kettle. There was only him and the creature, the beast, alone together in this pocket out of time with only the silence to keep them company.
The man spoke again, his voice catching in his throat like so many fettered emotions.
"What what do you want?"
The camera-man's head slowly turned to the window, followed by the man's faltering gaze. In a flash the darkene
The Last EliteThe Last Elite5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Last Elite
Draft script for a short machinima video
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Dedicated to Lady Allegra, who is always more than she suspects she is, and all the world to me.
Narrator: His name is never mentioned by any of the other characters, who refer to him, if necessary, as "Commander." He is a mid to high level officer in the Resistance, one of those tasked to clean up after the defeat of the Combine, the destruction of the main Citadels, and the hunting down and death of all remaining Advisers. He has seen too much for his own comfort, and his tone is somewhat weary. The shared experience of combat gives him a bond with the demobilized Combine soldiers and makes him more tolerant of them than are many of the civilians.
Roy: Roy is the name taken by one of the few Combine Elite troops who manage to survive the destruction of the Combine. He cannot remember what his real name was until the very end of his life
Undergroundmoles are furry, small and blind,Underground4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the earth and rocks they grind
swaying hips back to and fro,
the light above, the dirt below.
tunneling morning noon and night,
alone in darkness, but that's alright,
digging, napping, feeding too
that's what moles sure like to do.
I do perceive their cutesy motions,
they have no need for whimsical notions
and with eyes wide open you might find,
that moles are furry, small and blind.
Ein Heller und Ein Batzen - English LyricsEin Heller und Ein Batzen - English Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Heller and the Batzen
They're gone, but both were mine, yes mine
The Heller went to water
The Batzen went to wine, yes wine
The Heller went to to water
The Batzen went to wine
Chorus: |: Heidi, heido, ha ha|
Heidi, heido, hei ha ha ha
The Landlords and the Ladies
They both exclaim "Oh no, oh no"
The Landlords when I'm coming
The Ladies when I go, yes go
The Landlords I'm coming
The Ladies when I go
My cotton socks are ripped apart
My boots are torn in threes, yes threes
And sitting on the branches
The birds are singing free, yes free
And sitting on the branches
The birds are singing free
If roads weren't wide and souls not bound
I'd sit and pine at home, yes home
And if the kegs weren't empty
My heart would never roam, yes roam
And if the kegs weren't empty
My heart would never roam
What pleasure did it give to God
The moment I was born, so pink
With eyes as fair as diamonds
Too bad I fell to drink, yes drink
With eyes as fair as d
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitches, Lag, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Master Chief pajamas.
Marlboro MeteorologyI can always predict the weather given how my morning cigarette goes. If it tastes like cardboard or an old apple, it will rain hard in the late afternoon. If burns the back of my nose, it will be cloudy all day. If I get a toothache it means hail and anything blowing up into my eyes means hot, humid, and sunny. My great grandmother had the same talent. If her back itched it meant snow, if her neck hurt it meant midnight rains had come and gone. Some things must jump generations.Marlboro Meteorology5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking at our flowerbed, you'd think it was snowing in July. The kid above me would chain smoke and scream language learning dialogues at his computer, tossing ashes out the window in a steady, Vesuvian stream. The land lady would always leave a filter or two as her treat when she'd leave notices for the rent crammed into door frames and mailboxes. And of course I carried my own weight, poisoni
Swelling Camera 1It was a beautiful day; birds were singing people were chatting. Though, the only one that wasn't happy was Devon, all day every day he had to take pictures of women who thought they were all that. Sighing softly, he started to pack up for work. It was a long day and he hoped that he could get through it. Even, to try out his new camera. He stared at it; it was pretty big for an old model Two lights on each side, two handles on the bottom to help him hold it up and a huge lens.Swelling Camera 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing softly, the young man ran a hand through his short blonde hair as he started to head out. His blue eyes looked up at the sky as he wondered what would happen today. Though, he had hoped that he didn't have to come into work today at all. He wanted to stay home and do nothing at all.
Once he arrived to the studio, Devon saw that there was already a line filled with women that wanted him to take their picture. Sighing he thought that they were only wasting their money just to make them look even more
Zehntausend Mann - English LyricsZehntausend Mann - English Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ten thousand men, preforming their maneuvers!
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, preforming their maneuvers!
The farmer comes, he walks into their quarters!
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, he walks into their quarters!
The farmer has, a lovely little daughter!
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, a lovely little daughter!
So says the knight: “I'd like to have your daughter.”
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, “I'd like to have your daughter!”
The farmer asks: “How large, sir, is your fortune?”
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, “How large, sir, is your fortune?”
The knight replies: “Two boots without their souls, sir.”
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum,“Two boots without their souls, sir.”
The farmers says: “Then you can't have my daughter.”
Warum vidibum, warum vidibum, “Then you can't have my daughter.”
So says the knight:
I Can See My House From HereThe sun arose over the ocean horizon and sprayed a bright light into the many windows of the large condos. A room on the 14th floor housed Rita, an everyday woman trying to make a living. She climbed from her bed, stretching her limbs outwards and yawning. She took a look down at the beach; she had planned to take a day of relaxation after searching for new jobs all week long. The day was already bright and the ocean was reflecting the sun into her eyes. She had chosen the perfect day.I Can See My House From Here8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rita lazily walked into her bathroom. She had hung her swimsuit along the towel rack: a white bikini with blue stripes along it. She slowly stripped and put it on, slipping on some shorts as well. She turned and observed herself in the mirror; a skinny-as-a-stick brunette. She rubbed her sides, wishing she had grown some curve. She was pretty much flat hipped and flat chested, but she didn't let it get her down with thinking how thankful she was not to be fat from all the junk she used to eat. She smiled
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But