I Regret EverythingI Regret Everything4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A black haze hung over the base, thick rainclouds hiding the sunlight and pouring a heavy rain down on the land below it. The water furiously tapped the roof and windows. It pooled in large puddles on the dirt and filled the sewers, sending through each base the odour of sewage and rainwater. Storms happened on occasion on the war grounds, some worse than others. This was the worst storm that had been seen in a long while. The thunder shook the floors and windows, the lights flickered, and the roof creaked. All missions had been cancelled due to the nature of this storm, so both teams, RED and BLU, had a day to themselves for the first time in what seemed like forever. Despite this, both teams dreaded the aftermath of rain, knowing that when the storm finally cleared up, they would be battling in mud and puddles.
All was quiet on the RED base. Most of the mercenaries had decided to use the day to relax. It was like this in stormy weather. The mercenaries had come to like each other's c
Wheatley Now A Merc!?Wheately's Now A Merc!?Wheatley Now A Merc!?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wheatley awoke. He groaned and sat up. It was really cold in his room. He opened his eyes and saw that his room had changed drasticly. Great, GLaDOS was messing with him again. He sighed and reached over to grab his glasses and found that his bed side table was missing aswell.
"Okay GLaDOS this isn't funny! I can't bloody see!" He swung his legs over the side and sat there. He stared out the window... How was there a window? He was deep underground. He stood up and walked over to it and looked out. If this was a joke, it was pretty impressive. He wondered it this was what the lady saw when she left. In a way it was pretty depressing. There was a half dead tree and these strange holes. Did people dig those? He was to preoccupied with the outside world that he didnt hear the doors to the room he was in open or the footsteps walking towards him.
"Vell im glad you finally voke up."
Wheatley jumped and turned to the voice. There was a man standing a few feet away fro
The Scout and the Crab chp.1Chapter 1 You have FailedThe Scout and the Crab chp.15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Today's the day." Scout thought to himself as he breathed in through his mouth. Eagerly waiting for the Announcer to finish her countdown for their "mission" to actually start.
It had been a while since the REDs had won a battle against the BLU team. They were uncoordinated and refused to actually help one another while on the field, which the BLU team probably figured out and started formulating plans and attack formations to stop their RED counterparts. It was super effective!
"C'mon, c'mon," he groaned impatiently, hoping to speed the Announcer up.
" Mission begins in Sixty seconds"
" Already ichin' to be sent t' respawn?" the Red Sniper half chuckled. Scout almost rolled his eyes.
"Shut up!" he snapped, "That's not gonna happen 'dis time! 'sides, we would've won last time if someone..." He shot a glare over his shoulder at the taller man, who narrowed his eyes through his tinted glasses. "...
Cigarette SmokeHe always smelled it before he died. Well not always but enough to be kind of annoying. It was hard to miss between the gun powder and dust. He always knew what was lurking in the shadows, or around the corner when it drifted into his nose. It made him fearful, yet hunger for what would happen off the battlefield.Cigarette Smoke3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sniffed the air, that bitter stench lingering in it. He looked around for any anomaly in the space around him. He couldn't see anything so he moved on.
His heart droped and he cursed himself for being to aloof, as he heard metal sliding against itself. The last thing he heard before his breaths echoing off the walls of respawn, was that one word that made his skin break out in goose bumps.
The Scout's Bandages Cap. 21The Scout's Bandages Cap. 213 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Where the sadness came from."
Fire… His body was on fire. Everything hurt. Was he in hell? Hell… He didn't even believe in Christianity. God, he would feel so stupid if he opened his eyes and actually was in hell. Hesitating, he cracked open on eye, adjusting to the faint light in the room and took a look around. The walls were a dull gray, he was lying on an old wooden bed, and there were bars… What? Wait a minute. He sat up on his elbows trying to get a better view of the room. He was in what looked like an prison cell, though a bit more furnished.
It felt like Medic had injected him with some alpha blocker for the drugs. Even so, he was very dizzy. He closed his eyes as he gingerly sat up. As he walked over to the small sink his eyes were focused on the floor, trying to keep his dizziness to a minimum. This wasn't the first time he had felt like this anyway, didn't make it better though.
The faucet squeaked loudly as he turned it, cold water flowing out in a steady str
Laundry DayA nap, just a short one. He awoke with a stretch, scratching his neck. Still most of the day left, better get started. The Sniper set his feet down off the side of the cot. Dishes cluttered the small table ahead. To the left near the door sat a pile of laundry. Glaring he watched it shift on its own accord, clothes bobbing up and down before settling for a bit only to twitch again. A wayward sock rolled off the top of the heap.Laundry Day3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
No need to grab his glasses but he picked up his hat from the hook on the wall. Rising he sighed, cracking a smile. Didn't need his shirt either. With another stretch he pulled it over his head and shoulders, tossing onto the pile to be washed with the rest. At once it rose then disappeared, pulled in by some unseen force. With out a word the Sniper leaned downed and picked up the entire pile, save for a few tumbling bits of clothing. A wooden basket slid under it, guided by his feet. More wriggling, sleepy squeaks.
The first fell out, landing in the basket with
TF2 vs 40kTF2 vs 40k7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Team Fortress 2, Ork style!
Engineer: Big Mek.
Nah lissen boy, oim a mek, and dat meenz oi fix problemz. Not problemz like what is dakka, dat falls in yer own ideas of brainitude! i fix reel problems. Loike 'ow am oi gonna kill some puny 'umie in a bunka? da answer? use some gubbinz. and if'n dat dont werk? use more gubbinz. Take dis, shokk attack gun, designed boi me, made boi me, and you best hope...not pointed at yoo!
Heavy weapons guy: Flash Git
I'm a Flash git, and dis...is my weapon. It fires kustum made bullets at free fahsand shots a minnit... It costs seven 'undred teef, ta fire dis gun, for...sum seconds!
zoggin' 'ell who touched Shouty? Dats it...'OO TOUCHED MAH DAKKA?!
Sum boyz fink dey can outfink me... maybe... maybe... I've yet ta meet one dat can outfink dakka!
Soldier: Ork boy
If deres a battle to be fort, den yoo must fight!
Ghazghkull Thraka sed dat, an I fink 'e kno's a bit more abaht krumpin' dan yoo do boy, becuz 'e invented it! An' den 'e perfected it so no livin
2Fort's Night Before ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through the Fort,2Fort's Night Before Christmas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not a machine was stirring, not even a teleport;
The sticky bombs were hung by the intel with care,
In hopes that the BLU team soon would be there.
The Demomen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of scrumpy danced in their heads;
And myself in my coat and Heavy in his vest,
Had just began to settle down for the night's rest,
When outside the base arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a hurry,
Tore open the shutters to see the desert's dust in a flurry,
The moon on the sand where plants did not grow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my lips brought a hundred tiny smiles
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny crocodiles
With the massive burly driver, not the slightest bit frail
I knew in a moment it must be Saxton Hale.
More rapid than kiwis his coursers they came,
And he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name;
A SniperxScout drabble"Hey, Sniper...?" Scout said softly, leaning against a tree trunk in a large green pasture. Sniper, Who he had been addressing, pressed his back against the opposite side, his hat tipped down to shade his eyes from the bits of sunlight filtering through the leaves. These moments of peace in nature had become routine for them.A SniperxScout drabble5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few months ago, in the dead cold of winter, BLU had decided that it was time for their agents to move to a new base of operation. It was a mass of shouts, loud noises, and rushed packing. Well, most of those were from the soldier, but it was stressful all the same. Scout's things fit into a single suitcase, but he smiled as he realized that it felt a little heavier than when he had first stepped off the train at Well. The trip was drudging, but made a tiny bit more comfortable by the pair of warm mittens the Pyro had found time to make him. He was still wearing his brother's ruddy hand me down coat, but the soft warmth on his hands made him forget the slight chi
A Christmas Story"Herr Pyro. Vould you come here, bitte?"A Christmas Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic huffed slightly, rubbing at his temples. Really. This was beginning to get seriously out of hand. It was understood that the firestarter could be something of an overgrown child at times (causing his behavior to range from the adorable to the downright disturbing, depending on the setting, though Medic found it strangely endearing when he would giggle at enflamed Spies or use his fire ax to play 'go for distance' with the BLU's heads) but really.
Presently, the masked individual came trotting up to the infirmary door, dripping with an air of playfulness.
"Guten Tag." Sigh. "Listen. I am coming to ze realization zat it is getting close to Christmas. Und I know you ah disappointed at not getting stationed at Coldfront zis yeah. But you ah going to extremes to make up for it, und it simply vill not do."
Pyro shuffled a bit. Normally he didn't mind where RED Team got stationed, but this time of year, there was no place
PR:GF Episode 2PR:GF Episode 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*The next morning, Logan wakes up and headed into the kitchen of the apartment. He turned on the counter TV to the Japanese news network*
News Anchor: *translated from Japanese* The true nature of the tragic sinking of the Nippon Maru II has yet to be explained. Eye witness reports claim that a giant sea creature was behind the ship's sinking. One of the passengers aboard at the time was Tsubasa Hiroshita, the oldest child to Tenruto Hiroshita of the Hiroshita technology firm. While he was not present on any of the accounted lifeboats during the incident, he and three Americans were able to make it back by reasons currently unknown.
Logan: *raises an eyebrow* Huh? How does he know we're still alive?
Tsubasa: *walks into the kitchen* Eh? Is something wrong, Logan-san?
Logan: I just saw the news how do they know we survived the sinking?
Tsubasa: Oh, well, last night while I was watching the news, I saw that the ship sinking was all over the news. I did the only thing I thought was r
In Another LifeHeavy laid in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, a million thoughts crowding his exhausted mind. He couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's rest, but how could he?In Another Life3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Nobody would be able to sleep if they discovered that their best friend was diagnosed with cancer.
When Heavy had first heard the moans of pain coming from the doctor's room in the middle of the night, he had immediately thought of torture, someone, possibly the enemy Spy, torturing his Doktor. He hadn't even bothered with the tiny handle; he completely broke down the door, ready for a fight, ready to completely obliterate anyone who dared lay a hand on Medic.
The giant was extremely confused when he didn't find any spies, any blood, anything out of the ordinary in Medic's room. He did notice, however, something very wrong with the doctor himself. Heavy's mindset quickly switched from aggressive to concerned as he hurried to the side of the German, who was writhing in his bed with his arms clutching his torso,
Kamen Rider OC: ThetaKamen Rider Original Character (OC)Kamen Rider OC: Theta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kamen Rider Theta (Θ)
Name: Byron Ichigeki (バイロン一撃)
Weight: 175 lbs (79.4 kg)
Skills: Tennis, Badminto, Judo, Jeet Kune Do
Fav. Food: Fish, Potatoes
Likes: Writing, Animation, action films, studying, videography
Dislikes: Spinach, Basil, annoyances
Possessions: Necklace containing small photo of his family
He was known to be a child prodigy at the age of five with an IQ of at least 175. By the age of fifteen, he graduated with the highest degree imaginable in Tokyo University. His mother was a university professor and his father was a scientist. A bright future was ahead for Byron as he looked forward to studying abroad in the United States. That is, until a terrifying incident changed his life and everyone around him forever. On one uneventful day, a rogue Orphnoch appeared terrorizing Tokyo and Byron was caught in the middle. The Orphnoch sa
Tenta SniperHe awoke in water, deep enough to drown in. The lights shining in his eyes remained even hours after a needle drove into his skin. Arms bore the signs of metal and leather bindings and he rubbed them with out thinking. No more voices, no more hands. His nerves replayed the violations even as his vision focused. No, it is done. Silence, save for the water flowing around him.Tenta Sniper3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Eyes went wide. His nose, his mouth all under the surface breathing in unnatural liquid. Another vile reminder in his mind; being shoved under, head kept down until he near blacked out. Again they said. We'll test him again after more injections. Reflexes clenched at the realization and his head shot up, mouth vomiting a lung full of water.
Pain in his limbs from the motion. He shut his eyes trying to breath. Air in his chest now, an old comfort. A flash of memory. Scalpels on his face, a point directed at his helpless pupil propped open with clamps. Bringing a hand up he rubbed his temple, swatting the area free of
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 3EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: The Heretic's Hideout
The Time: July 18th, 1925 11:52 p.m.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THERE?!" Eddy shouted at Double D.
Double D was sitting on the billiard table reading a book while Eddy, Ana and Ed were standing in front of him.
"WELL?!" Eddy yelled.
Double D glanced over his book to his friends and said, "We talked."
Ana grabbed Double D by the collar and pulled him close. She pressed her thumb to his lips and wiped it across. On the tip of her thumb was pink lipstick. She stuck the thumb at Double D's face accusingly.
Double D was silent.
"Looks like you did more then that," Ana said, "level with us, Double D."
Double D lowered his head in shame and uttered, "We we "
"Jesus Christ you two bumped uglies, didn't you?" Eddy blurted out.
"WHAT?!" Double D exclaimed, dropping his book.
"That's it, I need a drink." Ed murmured and walked to the bar. Ana pounced on Double D and slammed him against the green felt of the billiard table.
"YOU DIDN'T?!" She shouted as s
PR:GF Episode 1PR:GF Episode 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*Tokyo International Airport. Noon. A Jet liner had just landed and it's passengers were departing the plane. Among them were two American boys; Josh Evans and Logan Hewlett, who looked eager to be in the new country. Logan was tall, well built, had short brown hair with small muttonchops, and was dressed in a gray shirt with long mustard yellow pants. Josh was a little shorter than Logan, had a portly belly, scraggly brown hair, a really thin mustache, small glasses, and was dressed in a brown shirt and jeans*
Logan: Whoa! This airport's huge!!
Josh: I know, man. Better hope your friend can find us. I don't want to get lost around here.
Logan: How hard is it to find two Americans in a Japanese airport?
Josh: Look at this place, it's as crowded as Atlanta airport! I can't even tell which direction baggage claim is.
Logan: Maybe there's a map that can tell us. Or we could ask directions...if only either of us spoke Japanese!
???: Ohayoo Gozimasu!!
*Josh and Logan quickly turn around to
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 11EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The place: The Herectics Hideout
The Time: July 21st 1925 1:33 p.m.
Ed, Edd, Eddy and Ana stood around the unconscious Nazz, who was tied to a chair in the middle of their hide-out.
"So now what?" Eddy snapped aloud. Double D thought for a moment before saying, "Well, we don't know exactly when Nazz will recover from that blow to her head-"
"Guess I don't know my own strength." Ana smirked.
" Yes, well, until then, I propose that we venture over to the location that Ms. Lee said we may possibly find Sarah at."
Eddy nodded in agreement and Ed grinned blankly.
"But what about blondie?" Ana asked.
Eddy's eyebrows shot up and, grabbing his sister by the shoulders, stated, "Well sis, since you were such a help in taking her down, I'm sure you wouldn't mind babysitting until we get back, right?"
Ana's mouth hung open while the others made their way to the front door. "But...but HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!" she shouted.
The door closed shut and Ana crossed her arms in a huff.
Ed, Edd and Eddy ar
ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling ficIt had been a very long, tiring, and frustrating day. The RED Medic's long white coat and trademark red rubber gloves had long since been removed and deposited in the biohazard hamper for cleaning later, and his red tie hung loose and slightly askew.ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Having finally restored the Medbay to order and completing his report to be turned in to the Administrator, Stecker absently pushed the small lensed, wire frame glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and asked of his companion perched primly on the chair behind the German's desk, "Vell zen... vat do you say, Archimedes?"
The white dove cocked its head as if actually waiting to hear what he had to say. "Vich do you zink is vat ze Doktor needs, hm? "Beethoven? Mozart? Sarasate? Bach?" The bird ruffled its feathers and cooed with seeming enthusiasm at the last composer's name. Chuckling softly, the Medic went over to the narrow closet in the corner and retrieved his violin case, "Ah zo, Bach's Partita in E Major it is zen."
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 8EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Place: The Heretics Hideout
The Time: July 20th, 1925 8:01 p.m.
Eddy groaned deeply as he paced around the hide-out. Ana was sitting on the bar with a smooth drink, Ed was playing pool by himself, and Double D was relaxing in a chair with a book.
"This stinks! There's nothing goin' on tonight!" Eddy cried.
"I think you should take this opportunity to relax, Eddy. It's nice to have a break from all the chaos, don't you think?" Double D said, not raising his eyes from his book.
Eddy stared at Double D for a moment before jumping on the bar and exclaiming, "No way, fedora-head! I live for the night!"
"Like a cat! Meow!" Ed chirped after hitting a billiard ball into a pocket.
"You got that right, Ed. Hey! Why don't we all head over to the Cat's Meow and let loose?" Eddy exclaimed, jumping down from the bar.
Ana shrugged and put down her drink, saying, "As long as you stop complaining, I'm game."
"All right! Girl's night out!" Ed said gleefully as he threw his cue stick in the air befor
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 2EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: The Cat's Meow Jazz Club
The Time: July 18th, 1925 9:36 p.m
The doors to the Cat's Meow swung open as The Ed's n Ana, aka The Heretics, casually walked in. They eyed the place for a moment before Eddy said, "Ok, we're here to find Sarah, and that's it. No fights, alright?" Ed and Double D glanced at Ana.
"Don't get in a lather, Eddy. Can't a girl make a mistake?" remarked Ana. She then headed off to the bar as the others split up.
"Everyone here? Swell; let's get this Vexation meeting underway." A man with a fedora said.
"Sarah's weakening under our pressure." A man with a thick accent said, twiddling his thumbs.
"The Heretics don't know from nothin' that they've been double-crossed!" laughed a man with an enormous head. All three figures laughed cruelly until the figure with the thick accent asked, "Where is Doll Face?" The man with the fedora pointed at the bar and responded, "She went to go get a drink."
"I'll take a martini, Jack." Ana said to the bartender. She sat on a
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 1EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: A darkened alley, Peach Creek
The Time: July 17th, 1925, 12:24 a.m
A puff of smoke rose from the shadows as four figures stood in a circle.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes. Everything is set up and should go according to plan."
"Perfect. Soon all of Peach Creek shall get what they deserve, and the Crimson Renegades will be the true crime lords!"
"BULL'S EYE!" Eddy exclaimed as the dart hit the center of the target. Ed applauded as Eddy bowed.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Ed and Eddy were resting in their hide-out, an old, run down club, waiting for Double D and Ana to return. Eddy plopped down on a dusty chair as Ed played billiards. Eddy looked at his watch, groaned, and remarked, "Where the hell are they? They left over an hour ag-"
Suddenly the door swung open and Double D and Ana fell in. Ana kicked the door shut as a car screeched away.
"Wipe your feet, please! said Ed, not looking up from his game.
"Shut up, Ed. What the hell was that all about?!"
SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.In my tummy, butterflies.SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel them flit about.
Now, I know I need it, and
Now, there is no more doubt.
So now, here we are. I look
Up and say, "I love you."
When you smile and kiss my head,
I know you love me too.
But I want more of you, and
I can't just stop somehow.
I can't think of a better
Setting than here and now.
I can't stand it anymore.
I pull you to a kiss.
"I want it, I want you, I
Want tonight, I want this."
"If I give it to you, I
Need to know it's not just
Another notch in your belt.
Is this love I can trust?"
"'Cos this is significant.
Its loss can't be erased.
It can't be compensated
For, returned, or replaced."
"If I give it to you now,
I need to see you know
That, no matter who you meet,
Or the places you go..."
"No matter where you start from,
No matter where you end,
No matter if I am your
Love, enemy, or friend..."
"No matter who you were, and
No matter who you'll be,
You'd always, always, always
Have a small part of me."
I can see his smile grow i
Song Of DepressionEnough of your song of depression.Song Of Depression4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enough! Let me tune out,
I yearn for reprise no more.
Not to hear your debilitation waves.
I require a brand new frequency
Not another chorus sucking me up
On a melodic misery.
Enough of your song of depression.
Enough! Sing another verse,
I won't listen; not like before.
Never to hum your destruction lines.
I hunger for something better
Never hypnotised on dark lullabies
From sorrow speakers.
Enough of your song of depression.
Enough! Smash your guitars,
Blow out the amps,
Surge me with electricity.
But for lord above, no more bars,
No more heartbeat drums of despair!
Because your words made me deaf
To all that beauty under your rhythm
Lost to a bass of throbbing,
Pulsating, vibration song...
A song of depression.