The Part Where HeA scream from the potato on the end of the ASHPD, followed by, "Well, this is the part where he kills us."The Part Where He3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They bounced off a panel right onto a platform in the middle of a bunch of spike-covered mashing plates.
Chell's eyes drifted to the only portalable area while Wheatley spoke on his screens cheerfully. "Hello! This is the part where I kill you. Had a brainwave. There I was, just smashing some steel plates together, and I thought to myself 'Yeah, it's deadly, but what's missing?"
The girl ignored Wheatley's rambling, noticing the conversion gel dripping on a surface below the screen then looking back to the one portable wall she'd noticed before. The angle might work
"It's still a work in progress, don't judge me yet. Um, but eventually I'd like to get them to sorta shoot fire at yo"
Chell fired an orange portal at the gel and a blue one at the wall. "Nonono! Don't do that!" Wheatley protested. "Stand right"
But the test subject was faster than hi
Sticks and Stones"The birth parents you are trying to reach do not love you. Please hang up."Sticks and Stones3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You are a horrible person. I'm serious, that's what it says. A horrible person."
The Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device slammed against the wall all the way at the opposite side of the chamber, soliciting a loud, impromptu gasp from the speakers. Several panels quickly moved to catch it before it could fall into the acid pit below.
"So," the AI said, voice easily smoothing over as though she'd never been thrown off her guard, "I see all those years in stasis have not improved your intelligence levelwhich is far lower than average, in case you needed the reminder. Look. You may have finished this chamber, but you still have more to complete. A lot more to complete, in fact. So why don't you attempt to figure out a way to retrieve the portal device? Because I'm certainly not going to do it for you."
The only movement from the test subject was a slight shakin
Help MeIt has only been a month since Chell was released from Aperture, and for some inexplicable reason she often finds herself missing it. She has a normal life now, or what passes for one, with friends and a job and her own apartment. It’s a small apartment, with just one bedroom, and her only company at night is her Companion Cube. She likes to talk to it, even though it doesn’t talk back, and the thought never crosses her mind that someone might be listening.Help Me3 years ago in Humor More Like This
But of course someone is. Someone who always has been, and someone who always will be.
“And I also don’t think that guy had any right to treat Sandra that way,” Chell says, continuing to hand-wash her dinner dishes as she does so. “But of course he’s a customer, so he’s always right and all that shit, and we really couldn’t do anything about it.” She sighs as she finishes up, then turns to look at the cube, which is sitting on the sofa. Giving it a smile, she come
As Deadly as PoisonRoxas x ZexionAs Deadly as Poison4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'I haven't slept like that in ages' the slate haired teenager thought to himself happily, his beautiful lilac eyes still closed as he nuzzled deeper into the bed covers that were warming his body, he had been so worn out from hanging around with his best friend, Demyx, that he had forgotten how tiring the blonde could be when he was hyper.
"Zexion!" the sound of his little sister made him groan, pulling his pillow over his head as he heard his bedroom door slam loudly against his wall, clearly having been pushed open with some force, "Zexion!" she squealed again as she launched her small body on top of him, giggling as he made an 'ouff' noise in slight pain.
"Xion, please, it's half six in the morning!" Zexion grumbled as he moved the pillow from his head and sat up rubbing his eyes, his hair falling into them as he looked at the small black haired girl who was sitting on his lap with an innocent look on her face.
"So, you still have to get up!" Xion smiled and then slid
The Madness of GarryPurple, dark, creepy; those were many of the words Garry would use to describe the area he was in now. But, the area he was in now was not the thing Garry was so creeped out by. Hauntingly, the blue doll's big red eyes stared up at him. He shivered at the thought of having to touch the thing, but it had to be done in order to get the paint ball inside it's bulging stomach. He reached for the doll slowly, but the already strained seams that held the dolls stomach in place popped, and what rolled out was a red ball of paint. The purple haired, skinny man reached down and touched the slimy paint ball, not surprised as the coldness from the ball disappeared along with the paint ball. He knew that it would be in it's proper spot on the pedestal in the other room, so he wasn't worried or even surprised as he had been the first time.The Madness of Garry2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doll hopped up and down in anger at the fact that it's treasure had been taken from it by the man it had been trying to be friends with throughout the last h
Portal 2 - Your Precious MoonPortal 2 - Your Precious Moon2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Look at the moon, Chell. Do you see how beautiful it is?
Men do not agree with us; their normal lives destroy its magic. But for us ghosts, asleep in cold ice chambers, the moon is a sight of riches, believe us.
We did not know at first we did not know until sad scientists trapped us in their laws, telling us that light is but a wave, and that it can bind us in chains if we don't obey.
But we have lived in this abyss for too long. We cannot help loving its rays. All we see above your head is pure silver it is on the face of the moon that dreams are born, did you know?
What will you do in this lovely night? Won't you move from that sad wheat field? You had better choose life, dear, now that you can. At least for you, the night smells of freedom. For us, victims of a desert, it stays a dream.
You may wonder who we are. It is simple, really we are the dead. Or just robots like me.
Never forget, Chell, her cycle is the most faithful of things. Too many poets have lied
Society and InsanitySOCIETY and INSANITYSociety and Insanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They fear my own existence.
They lock me up in shame.
They hide me as if I'm not here.
Everything's on me to blame.
Ignore that wretched creature.
Pretend they don't exist.
They're nothing but imagination
As solid as the mist.
Can't you hear my pleading cries?
I am here in front of you!
I exist and you can hear me.
There is nothing you can do!
We will always lock you up,
In the cold and in the dark,
Where no one can hear you screaming.
Fear and weakness are your marks.
No! I beg of you!
I am human, too.
I am breathing and I love.
I forgive and I can rue.
It is too late, you filthy monster.
The curse is upon thee.
Everybody will believe us
For we are your SOCIETY.
Then I am weak and powerless
against you, SOCIETY.
People will forever fear me
For I am INSANITY.
RedemptionI let you go...so blindly let you go and your form left my life.Redemption3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My emerald orbs glare at the wall, dull and unblinking. I don't see that peach colored paint. No, I see your back as its pushed against said wall, your head turned away from me. Those short, slate locks reach down past your chin, shielding not only the right side of your face, but the rest of your face as well, at that angle. I can see my fingers reaching forward, wanting to push away those tresses and see your calculating blue-gray eyes.
The image is transparent and it fades away as I blink, stray tears trickling down my face, following the tracks that had been made previously. My fingers curl into the tousled, ebony sheets on the bed until my knuckles are white. As I clench my eyes shut, I force the images from my mind, not able to bare it any longer. My body lies itself down on the mattress as I inhale your scent off the pillow, clutching the framed photo to my chest.
You're all around me and you won't go awa
94. Last HopeThere was no plausible explanation for such an atrocity there was no way of rationalizing it, lessening its gravity, making light of it the Organization had been destroyed. Felled by a mere child, by shameless betrayal, by their own stupidity.94. Last Hope5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had watched as his ranks, one by one, had been eliminated. The first few hadn't ruffled his feathers, in all honesty--the losses in Oblivion had been nothing more than acceptable exterminations in the line of duty. There had been traitors amongst their numbers, after all, and execution was the only way to deal with such an abhorrence. But as the destruction climbed, slowly creeping through The World That Never Was like some diseased ivy, he found his ire rising.
Organization XIII. They were fighters. They were strategists. They were brilliant, and now they were no more.
It was an outrage.
Kingdom Hearts cast a pale light through the hall's panes, almost mocking in its presence. There w
DarknessThe darkDarkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That pitch blackness, total and absolute absence
Is it friend or foe?
Behind closed eyes it is comforting, a prelude to sleep
In eyes open wide it is oppressive, a prelude to fear
What is it about the dark
that incites our greatest fears?
Makes them real and unseen
A shambling horror waiting out of sight
and coming closer with each passing moment
Every sound makes the heart race, beating like a drum
That clutch of terror, icy and paralyzing
But where do you run when you cannot see?
What is it about the dark
that makes us calm and serene?
The harsh light of reality has left
leaving behind the dark silence of sleep, of dreams
From darkness comes peace, a serenity of the mind
An escape from what's real, for just a little while
Darkness was all we knew once, before being thrust upon the world
And we embrace it when it comes like we would an old friend.
KH:: Through Thick + Thin Ch10Through Thick and Thin:: Ch. 10KH:: Through Thick + Thin Ch104 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairings: Aeleus/Ienzo, Dilan/Rudol
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Notes: Modern college AU featuring the frat boy bromance between Dilan and Aeleus and the ups and downs of their relationships with Ienzo and Rudol, respectively.
The three days stretched into a full week of being bedridden, too nauseous to crawl out of bed, too weak to even think about attending class or doing anything remotely resembling work. On the seventh day, Rudol awoke from yet another fitful nightmare with thoughts of Dilan swarming his mind, but he could feel a remarkable difference. His fever had broken at long last, he'd been able to keep down the chicken soup Lumaria had made for him, and he could feel his limbs regaining strength.
"Thank god," he muttered to himself. The virus had affected him strongly, and he was grateful that the worst was over. He breathed a sigh of relief and laid prone in his bed with his eyes closed, trying t
A Princess Tutu FanfictionHis memories of her faded as he grew older, wiser. He stopped writing fairy tales and began working like a sensible, responsible, adult. He didn't go the pond much anymore, just worked, and conversed, and became more and more like the father whose memory was blurred and forgotten, just like her.A Princess Tutu Fanfiction3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twenty years would pass before he remembered her again. Twenty years filled with work, and the life he had always secretly wanted to have. Honest work, a wonderful woman who would soon be married to him, friends who weren't imaginary and filled with hero complexes, and a place he could truly call his own.
Twenty years since he left the black smiths shop to make his own way in the world. Twenty years later he was back to clean it out and sell it, now that the man he had once considered father was dead and the funeral in the old cemetery was over.
He had decided to clean out the house himself, the thought of anyone else helping him in rediscovering his childhood terrified him, but he did not know
The Part Where He...It was a simple trap, yet brilliant in that simplicity: set up a series of aerial faith plates to catapult that wretched little girl and her stupid vegetable companion into a funnel, that would lead to a panel that would send them to a platform right in the middle of several spike-plates. Wheatley smirked proudly as he looked over his trap again, she would never see it coming. No matter how good a jumper she was that did bugger all if there wasn't any nearby ledges or portal surfaces to jump to.The Part Where He...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a shame really, Chell was such a good test subject. Or at least she was. Now that she had found out a way to stop giving Wheatley the solution euphoria he so desperately longed to feel, she was entirely useless to him. Those tests were fun, but he needed to feel that euphoria. He would get that sensation again soon enough, because Chell would be dead and those two little robots were going to run his tests; and if that didn't work out he was confident he could ge
New Moon- The Summary of a badly written sagaTwilight summary-New Moon- The Summary of a badly written saga2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Book two- New Moon... I think
Okayyy, so this book had zero impact on me I mean my memory.
So lets walk through the foggy story as I remember it now
Well, Bella, freshly rescued from evil vampire 1 is scared shitless that evil vampire 1's girlfriend evil vampire 2 will try to suck the blood out of her while at the same time persuading Edward to do pretty much the same thing?
Following Twilight standards, all these awesome issues are forgotten and thrown on the back burner till they can be excavated for use later when the sweet nothings become boring.
Bella is thrown a surprise party by Alice, and bella complains about having to get on Edward Sparklepants's back to piggyback a ride through the forest and stand in the living room and RECEIVE PRESENTS! How cruel are the cullens!
So, on the first gift she gets, she manages to get a 'papercut' that looks more like a rip down her hand from a blade. Jasper, the true-blue emo dude, goes into a frenzy when
A Completely Wicked ParodyGlinda: Let us now celebrate the lies you have been given!A Completely Wicked Parody3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Glinda: Sings in a glass-shattering high soprano. Now I shall tell you about the life of the Witch, which all of you are celebrating the death of, even though she was actually a good person. (Gives the middle finger to Ozians).
Glinda: Deal with it. I'm telling you anyway...
Midwife: She's green! AHHHHH! SCREAMS AND RUNS AWAY
Frex: I'm now going to hate you because you are my least favorite color. Oh Oz! Why couldn't have you been purple or blue!
Melena: Wow .I actually married this guy...
Glinda: So you see her life wasn't easy
Ozians: BOOOOO NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED
Glinda: Well I tried
Ozian: Glinda I heard from someone randomly one day running around with a Wicked poster that you were her friend. Is this true?
Glinda: Well...uh...COLLEGE TIME!
Elphaba: Yes I am green, and I have a whole boatload of fanfic writers who will agree with me. So go on and do something with your lives for a change
MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight1) The books were so poorly written as far as plot and dialogue that they had to have James's group attacking and Charlie in danger from the beginning to have anything to work with.MORE Reasons to Hate Twilight2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2) While I have "inserted" myself into books I have read, it was generally because I fell in love with a well created character or world. Not because I wanted to have sex with Michelangelo's David.
3) After reading Meyer's books I checked the web for outcry by the same people who criticized Rowling for using the occult, and I couldn't find it. To me that's crazy as vampires are part of the occult.
4) Crazily enough if you think about it, Meyer's books are worse because Rowling's was not suggesting that humans should mate with the occult monsters simply because they are beautiful and smell good.
5) It is entirely sexual attraction from appearance and smell, and lacks substance. It is for this reason that I do not consider it a love story.
6) I have found mention that critics are saying that Twilight is horro
Strange Mad EcstasyI can't sleep.Strange Mad Ecstasy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It wasn't so much that he wasn't able to as that he didn't dare to. The music Demyx was working on was possibly his greatest composition ever, and if he stopped, even to eat or sleep, he was afraid he'd lose his inspiration and be unable to continue. Five days he'd been working on it without pause, alone in the Hall of Empty Melodies, only pausing to take his hearing aids out when someone - usually Axel or Roxas - tried to get him to take a break, or to put them back on after they left. Selective hearing could be such a gift sometimes. Kept him from getting distracted, when distraction could mean disaster, as far as his work in progress was concerned. He couldn't let himself feel tired, couldn't let himself feel hungry, had to keep working. If he could no longer feel the empty spot in his chest, why should he feel the empty spot in his gut?
Perfect. It had to be perfect to be good enough. Sure, none of the others would probably care if it wasn't - they'd just clap
Portal 100 Themes - Sparkle100 Theme Challenge #44 - SparklePortal 100 Themes - Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The driving rain thundered angrily against the roof of the tin shed. Underneath the overhang, Chell had collapsed, wet, cold, and exhausted beyond all belief. It had been days since she'd found food, days since she'd slept. She was fortunate enough to find a little stream where fresh water flowed, but the strange creatures that occupied that space - large, bipedal squidlike things that shot sticky, fetid masses of goo - allowed her no rest or reprieve. She didn't want to return to Aperture, to that aggressive AI who wanted her for nothing more than insults and amusement, but deep down she knew she had no other choice.
She had been sitting in the wet mud for several minutes now, inexplicably hesitant to try the door. The shed's overhang offered little protection from the rain, and a cold blast of wind announced the approaching night. Giving a resigning sigh, she raised a weary hand to knock on the metal door, fully aware that GLaDOS's cameras had probab
Promises Of Midnight Macaroons "I have to see you again."Promises Of Midnight Macaroons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My footsteps echoed through the corridor that was bathed with a mix of a soft violet and a powerful royal blue.
Where am I? I mused as I continued.
A hand rested softly on my shoulders as we walked.
Who is that? I wondered in my thoughts.
A red rose was clutched in my small hands protectively, its soft velvet petals letting off some sort of mellow glow.
I turned around but nobody was there, meaning I was alone in the corridor. I began walking again, back to where I was headed.
Where am I going? I thought to myself silently.
The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound was my footsteps as I walked. I felt the hand resting on my shoulder but knew there was no one there.
"The rose "
I stopped walking and felt the sudden urge to turn around. Not being able to resist the temptation, I slowly turned and something caught my eye. A full and beautiful blue rose
100 theme challenge 40. DUE DATE40. DUE DATE.100 theme challenge 40. DUE DATE3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell's body twisted as a flame of pain rushed through her body.
Tears came in her eyes but even when in pain she smiled.
The pain was terrible, but it would go away soon.
And it wasn't a bad pain, even though it hurt like nothing else.
She was pregnant.
She found out a few months after she left Aperture.
She was slowly starting to get used to life outside aperture, got an apartment and a job, even started to make friends.
All the freedom included the freedom to eat cake whenever she wanted so when she started to get fatter she blamed it on that.
After six months the swelling of her body was getting noticeable to the outside world and for some reason she didn't understand back then all the women in the office smiled at her as if they knew more than she did, which they actually did!
Chell tried dieting, didn't eat anything even resembling cake, but it didn't help.
Then she searched the internet to find out what was wrong with her.
It wasn't long before she real
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
Be Prepared - The Twilight VersionMy Twilight senses have been tinglingBe Prepared - The Twilight Version2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And we know that can't be a good sign
Call me crazy, but I've an inkling
That this ain't the end of the line
It's clear from the paraphernalia
That we will be hit again, and hard
The zealots are back, out to get ya
Even you can't be caught off your guard
So prepare for the shock of a lifetime
Be prepared for unspeakable news
A new Twilight era
Is tiptoeing near-a
And where do we stand here?
We could use a hand here
It's been overrated
Since it was created
But Miss Meyer's been granted her dues
She's gone farther than anyone's dared
Yeah, be prepared! We'll be prepared for what?
For the new Twilight movie.
What, didn't they already do that?
No, sirthat was just Part One. And now they've got Part Two.
Oh, brother! That's all we ever get! Bella, Edward, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!
And what's worse, they don't think that's enough!
Hey, but you said, uh
There's also "The Midnight Sun." At this rate, we will never
100th.Chall.27.FREEDOM ISN'T F27. FREEDOM ISN'T FREE.100th.Chall.27.FREEDOM ISN'T F3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Those words kept ringing in Chell's ears as he rode the elevator up.
It was the strangest thing that ever happened to her.
Granted, the singing turrets were a bit unusual too, but GLaDOS just letting her go, setting her free the moment she was the most vulnerable and easiest to kill was unbelievable.
It was so not GLaDOS.
Actually Chell didn't believe it at all.
She just knew she would end up in another test chamber, hearing the sadistic voice of GLaDOS saying she had been enhancing the truth once more.
When the elevator stopped she saw a big vault-like door and sighed.
Just as she expected.
But the door opened and warm, yellow light came streaming in.
Half-blinded Chell stepped out, feeling a bit naked without her portal gun.
It took her eyes a bit to get adjusted to the bright light, but when they did Chell saw the most beautiful thing she ever saw.
An endless wheat field waved in a soft summer breeze.
Birds flew by, twittering and chasing each othe
95 Reasons To Hate Twilight1. Bella is a perfect character ("Mary Sue"), which Meyer hides by calling her clumsy.95 Reasons To Hate Twilight4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
2. Being clumsy is not a flaw if Edward always catches her.
3. She can't do anything without Edward.
4. And when he leaves she attempts to commit suicide.
5. Meyer is living out her own fantasies by writing about Bella, who is clearly herself.
6. The books aren't well written, just because every other word is a fancy adjective doesn't make it good writing.
7. All the rules Meyer sets for being a vampire are broken by the end of the series.
8. Not only that, she breaks rules set by more esteemed authors.
9. The world population will come to an end because all girls who read this book will think they are Bella and will wait for their Edward to come until they are old. And he'll never come.
10. Bella almost dies fifty thousand times, but Edward always saves her. This is boring.
11. Edward is too perfect and has no flaws either. Even vampires should have flaws besides wanting to suck human blood because