Praying won't help.How could you just sit there,Praying won't help.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the side of the bed,
with thoughts of the broken in your head,
with good will in your heart,
and no motive to do one god damn thing but pray?
You want them to get better,
but you sit still,
they die slowly,
so where's your good will?
It's in the air that you just whispered into,
maybe they'll hear it,
but that can't fix a collapsed home,
that can't mend a broken bone,
that can't remove sickness from the frail and old.
So what's the point?
You could donate a dollar to the kids without a house to call their own,
but you just express pity in the comfort of your home.
Hellraiser: Dangerous GameDangerous GameHellraiser: Dangerous Game5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a long day for Kirsty as she was walking back towards her apartment after what seem like forever and wanting nothing more than to take it easy and relax.
Today seem to have taken the life out of her after having to attend her husband's funeral and then having the after party to attend, taking everyone's grief and support before everyone finally left and she was allowed to go home for the night.
The whole place seems so quiet and empty, almost void of any life at all now with her husband dead and she a grieving widow left in its' place.
Well not so much in grievance, more like glad to have finally get rid of that scumbag she had called her husband. And good riddance, she thought as she step in and went towards the kitchen to grab herself a cold bottle of wine.
She stood in front of the fridge and saw the picture taped there of her and Trevor and taking it off the door and holding it in her hand.
She could not believe what a fool she'd been thinking she knew ab
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 1Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My memory before Goodsprings was as useless as a bloatfly. I had these phases of "almost-remembering" and some things trigger them, or I'd dream about them. It's like something on the tip of your tongue that you just can't spit out. That was me, on a constant nagging basis. You can see why discovering my past wasn't really my priority. If I tried, I'd go insane. Instead, I focused on the future, and the future seemed to be in peril at the moment. Not just for me, but for the entire Mojave.
There's a lost art, I think, of following one's gut. These days, everyone around me was so intent on their troubles, their problems, and thinking out ways to fix everything for themselves, that they didn't really listen to that inner voice. With a slate wiped clean by that bullet, nothing holding me into my own dark thoughts, I think I had a lot more freedom and ability to go where the road takes me.
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 2Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 24 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There probably wasn't a more cliche image in all of Vegas history; late at night, a tall svelte woman in a curve-hugging dress ran in heels back to the door of her apartment; hair disheveled, makeup smeared, pale cheeks flushed. But there you go; for once I wasn't the grimy hardass courier. It was dark enough that the people who saw me go running up the stairs to the Lucky 38 were people I didn't give a shit about, strangers who gave me startled looks as I streaked across the pavement and then up the glowing, flashy steps. Victor was outside, and barely got a "Well hidey--" before I threw open the door and crossed the casino main floor.
The elevator ride provided solace, because I was finally alone. I was still crying silently, my forehead against the elevator wall. It wasn't so much what happened at the Tops, it was what didn't happen. Benny had asked me to hold him while he slept. Laying in his bed with him, he hadn't tried to as
The Accident ch2The AccidentThe Accident ch24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As days passed, Aelita's anger eased and she would miss Jeremie even more. His seat stayed unoccupied even after all other injured classmates came back to school and filled their empty seats in the classrooms. The class without Jeremie was still empty. The lessons looked a bit awkward without his usual activity. It bothered her as he always sat close to her: either next to or in front of her. She instinctively looked for him during meals as she tried to see his blond, uncombed hair in the crowd. Whenever she walked past his door on boys' floor, she would expect him to open the door and that she would meet his slightly absent gaze. Every footstep on the girls' floor corridor reminded her of him, when he ran to her room to share his newest idea or thought.
His parents called her every day to check on her and pass the news. At first she was happy that it was not worse with him at least, but after she hung up, she would be miserable again. There was little to no impr
Elder Scrolls IV OblivionElder Scrolls IV Oblivion: Through Flame and ShadowElder Scrolls IV Oblivion7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter I: Shyntlyn Zauana
A steady beat echoed inside his head, a drumming pulse that he could not escape from. It reverberated in his mind, sending confusion throughout his consciousness like ripples in a pond, or like the surf against the coast. It persisted; tormenting him with its sharp, steady pace. Slowly, other sounds merged with the first, confusing him. A distant rumble, like that of thunder over vast plains, sharp voiceless cries, a gentle lapping. These noises sent him into a spiraling vortex of confusion, not sure whether he was dreaming these sounds, or if they were physical. Shyntlyn forced his eyes to open, and everything slowly came into shape and focus. He was then conscious of a pain; a dull, throbbing pain that sent agony racing down his spine and throughout his entire body. He ignored the pain as best he could, and tried to foc
The Accident ch1The AccidentThe Accident ch14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The steel door of the hospital elevator opened silently as it stopped on the floor.
A crowd of people wearing coats and overalls went out and rushed to work, each in their direction. The last to leave the cabin was a threesome of casually dressed guests with the company of an elderly female doctor. As they felt the elevator stop beneath their feet, the three left the elevator and rushed to the end of the corridor. A blond-haired, tall man walked right next to the doctor; arm in arm with him walked his wife, who was a short, petite woman in glasses.
Aelita walked close behind the adults, gaping absentmindedly at the floor. As she was lost in her thoughts, she did not pay much attention to what was going on around her. She even accidentally collided with a stout man, who was walking in opposite direction. Being brutally pushed back into reality, she apologized silently and continued walking and contemplating her footsteps, the only thing she could focus her attenti
Species of SheikA discussion of the genera and species observed both in the wild and in captivity of the family clade Sheik of the order Sheikah.Species of Sheik4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A note on physical sex, gender, and identity
While there are many different species - forms of being - for Princess Zelda and Sheik (whether simply as a disguise, as a seperate being with seperate consciousness, or as a combined being with a seperate consciousness), physical sex and gender are rarely taken into account.
It can typically be assume that Princess Zelda self-identifies as belonging to the female gender, and, when a seperate consciousness and not a disguise, that Sheik self-identifies as belonging to the male gender, as Sheik is repeatedly referred to as a male by others in Hyrule. However, these may be altered, with Princess Zelda identifying as male or Sheik identifying as female.
Physical sex may remain female, transform into male (or remain male, where the two are born seperately), or exist in an androgynous state, with characte
Author Notes: Vault BE - The ExplorationVault BE - the exploration. Authors notes.Author Notes: Vault BE - The Exploration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This isn't a story but I've had some ideas floating around my head so rather than just keeping them to myself I am going to jot them down on here so that you can comment telling me what you think and thus change the story before its written. Interactive, neat right.
So in the next story Vault BE is going to send up an exploration team.
For those of you who want to know where vault BE is, find a map of Britain and draw a triangle between Southampton, Cardiff and London. Then inside that triangle, just North West of Southampton is Larkhill. Since fallout has lots of references within it, so does my story. Spot a reference and comment with where it's from and you will get a lama.
Wales was not nuked, so Cardiff is the new capital of the New Welsh Republic, NWR, with the symbol of a 2 headed sheep. The NWR claims all the land running along the River Severn then a less defendable boarder following the M5. Although the NWR has been unable to expand
TransHumanismEvery Human, A God.TransHumanism3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Take It Back PrologueIn the depths of the dark and desolate wasteland, a limp shadow sprung across the coarse, charred earth. He quickly spun around, his grey fur dense against the ground and puffed out in fear as he dropped two tiny shapes from his mouth and onto the dusty ground.Take It Back Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Just a little further." He soothed to the shapes which were now moving and mewling in fear and the grey tom shushed the two kits in front of him. They were barley a few days old, weak and limp, they shouldn't have even left their mother or their den and their cries of despair showed this. "Were almost there, I know a place were we can be safe." The tom whispered to the two mewling mounds of fur. He briskly picked them up and continued to leap across the desolate land, nearing closer and closer to a forest. Just before he entered the forest, he quickly turned to his right, heading towards a small cave entrance. As he neared it, the scent of other cats overwhelmed him.
"Who goes there?" The grey tom suddenly spun around to face a
The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 3The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Alicorn Scrolls
Chapter 3: Of Pride and Prison Bars
The darkness enveloped me, cradled me, hiding me away from memories and regrets. I felt at peace, as though suspended in time forever. The slight sensation of dizziness that spun around my head reminded me of the nights I spent drinking and talking blissfully with my brothers. A time now better off forgotten.
The void slowly drifted away, and pain crept to the back of my head. My senses were returning as I gradually recovered my consciousness. The first thing I noticed was the smell; a nauseating stench of death and filth with the damp, stale air of a closed space. My feathers stood up as cold finally registered in my brain and the rough sensation of stone brushed against my scales from under a bed of hay. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, too confused to discern anything of what I saw at first.
When my vision cleared, I was face-to-face with a rusty iron bar. With a muffled yelp I stumbled to my hoov
The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 2The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Alicorn Scrolls
Chapter 2: Flight or Fight
"May a daedroth sleep with my sister, Frozen, they're going to murder me " I whispered to my brother.
"Well this isn't one of your robbery trials, Khazur, rape is punishable by death in Brumare, let alone defloration through rape." He whispered back.
"That's the thing, I-"
"Khazur Marrick, Argonian under the tutelage of the Glow family." The Count interrupted me, his tone bored.
It was quite evident this was not the first time he had said that. I simply swallowed hard, bracing myself for what was to come.
"Lady Cherrytip Winterfruit has accused you of rape and of the defloration of her body. Her parents Lord Pine Winterfruit and Lady Snowberry of Winterfruit provided the needed acknowledgement of this fact."
The stoic-looking father neighed in a menacingly low tone. I didn't need to see him to know his eyes were fixated on my throat and a dagger in his mind.
"By the laws of the Equestrian Empire, and with th
The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Intro and Chapter 1The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Intro and Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There are times in history when bloodshed and despair seem small and insignificant; present only in simple incidents with little importance and far apart. Peace reigns while all kingdoms are content with their strength and wealth. War is a strange word to all.
Ponies live through these times taking their good fortune and peace for granted, finding trifles about which to whine and groan. Their plentiful food, strong roofs, and joyful families are gifts so inherent to their lives that they are seldom valued.
But then, with one fell swoop, fate brings forth catastrophe, war, and famine. The great sword of destiny slashes again and again, toppling kingdoms and ending civilizations. These horrid events may, indeed, happen in quick succession for centuries on end, offering no relief, mercilessly devastating all of existence.
One such time brought the glory of the Equestrian Empire, the greatest power known to the world for eras, crumbling down. The sword and horn of the Thalmor Unicorns,
In Defense of the Juggalo"I like pretty much anything, with the exception of rap and country." That's what I always used to tell people when they asked what my music preference was. Sure, I enjoy the odd country song or artist, but, for the most part, it's a style of music that really doesn't do anything for me. Rap was always a bit of a different issue, though. The sound and feel of it intrigued me, but the most readily available songs of this sort around were often about all the singer's wealth, sex, and whoresthe last two often intertwined, though sometimes left baseless. The contrived, manufactured lyrics with little substance just put me off on the whole, but, like a guilty pleasure, I wanted to enjoy this music without the desire to retch.In Defense of the Juggalo5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This all in mind, I'll outright and upfront admit to being a fairly new Juggalette. When a friend of mine, whom I admire and respect immenselyas a person as well as for his taste in music
Take It Back Chapter 1Lonekit raised her head and sniffed the morning air. The bustle of other cats sounded in the clearing as they begun to get up, the dawn patrol was already waiting by the cave entrance to set out into their territory and scout the land. She turned to a small black kit sleeping next to her, his breaths coming out in long snorts as he flicked his ears every time a small fly landed on them.Take It Back Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, wake up Lostkit! Today's the day!" Lonekit grinned as she jumped up and prodded the sleeping kit. He groaned, rolled onto his back and opened up one eye to look at Lonekit.
"What?" He asked sleepily as he yawned, exposing rows of little sharp teeth embedded across his mouth.
"Today's the day we become apprentices!" Lonekit squealed as she jumped up and down before running to the entrance of the nursery. Lostkit forced himself up as he padded to the entrance to join Lonekit. "Think of it Lostkit, both of us, out there in the wasteland! We can explore, hunt and best of all, we won't have to be stuff
Return of the Lone Wanderer-1Return of the Lone Wanderer - 1Return of the Lone Wanderer-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gooooooooooooooooooooood Morning Capital Wasteland! Three Dog here, with an Anniversary Announcement! It's been two years to the day since James and his Son, the Lone Wanderer from Vault 101, came crawling out of said Vault and turned the Capital Wasteland upside down! For the better, from the view of the Good Fight! James gave us Project Purity, the only reason we have clean water everywhere in the Capital Wasteland, and the Lone Wanderer being the reason we're not under the boot heels of the Enclave by destroying their base here not once, but twice! 'Yeah, but Three Dog, what have they done for us lately?' you ask. Well, James gave his life for the fresh water, and as for the Lone Wanderer, he's given up his heroing to pursue some scientific project in Rivet City, a continuation of Project Purity started by Doctor Li years ago..." I snapped the radio off on my Pip-Boy 3000-A.
Mr. House's Gift.Mr. House's Gift.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm surprised you're so very interested in my story. At this point, most people would be focused only on regaining the Platinum chip, and the monetary reward. I can understand, as I am a bit of an aficionado for pre-war information myself, but that was because I lived during the time period. Must we tarry over these things, when I've given you very clear instructions?"
Mr. House had a charming voice, just as the ghoul at the Old Mormon Fort had mentioned. Yet his half-condescending tone really irked me. Though he wasn't up-front with it, I knew the man...er, computer? whatever he was, really found himself above me. Just an hour earlier, he'd explained the situation, Benny, everything to me, requesting I go after Benny and get the package I was paid to deliver.
But I couldn't help it. A curious person and someone who was mystified with pre-War memorabilia, and here I was talking to yet anoth
The Perfect Little GirlThe Perfect Little GirlThe Perfect Little Girl9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I never imagined everything coming to this. I should have never put forward my offer to Vexus...
You may call me X. I, like many other individuals bent on domination, have become tired of the many hapless fools who believe they can oppose the powers of good in this world. They try to bring the heroes down, but only succeed in getting humiliated, thrown in prison, or killed. I am not like those people. I choose to think before acting, to plan my advances on global peace. That is my method. And, sadly, that has resulted in myself forming an alliance with the Cluster, a collective of rather vile species run by its Queen, bent on domination as much as I am, and the Tallest, a rather impish race whose hierarchy is determined by whoever is greatest in height. The Cluster's representitives, a selection of individuals going by the name of the... Darkstar Council, will be arriving on Earth in a few days. They are mostly from a race known as the Kainsword, b
A Kiss Before DyingBeautiful. That was the only way he could describe what he was seeing. He had been right to observe this one.A Kiss Before Dying4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had first seen her leaving The Counts Arms, the city's only inn, as the sun set gently behind the horizon on the Abecean Sea. At first, he watched her solely out of boredom. But as he watched her, he noticed that she moved like he did, keeping to the shadows, clinging to the darkness. Her appearance was unremarkable. She wore a tattered, sackcloth shirt, tight laced leather pants, and leather boots - common garb that contrasted sharply with Anvil's general affluence. But there was something about her that held his attention. Something dark and familiar. So he watched her. She wore an Akaviri katana at her side, an odd choice of weapon for a female, even stranger considering the only way to get one was to raid an Ayleid ruin, or join the Blades, neither of which seemed very likely for this apparently ordinary woman. He chuckled softly to himself. She didn't seem ordinary now.
Face Down"What is this?" he growled. "What's this!?!?"Face Down8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's just a letter…" Her voice was soft, hardly a whimper and each syllable lined with fear.
"A letter from who?" he screamed
"A LETTER FROM WHO???"
"My brother," she squeaked, hardly audible.
"Really," He grabbed the piece of paper of the counter and held it up to her face. "Then why is the surname different?" he asked, accusingly, his thumb on the address and threw it at her. He took off his belt. "You been cheating on me sweetheart?"
She whimpered a no.
Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.
James sat down to his breakfast, carefully filling his mug of coffee and adjusted his chair to more decent position. He had a big project due today and everything had to go smooth, which meant for his presentation he had to be fully awake, well fed, and in a perfect mood to give a ninety minute long speech. T
Drawn to life aftermath?It's all gone.Drawn to life aftermath?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All of it, the village, the creation hall, everything. I had to watch most of the villagers either died of starvation, or burn up in the inferno. I feel as though the creator has abandoned us.
Yet, there was no creator to begin with, was there?
I should probably explain. We lived on after we had disappeared in Mike's dreams, a happy ending, right? What we didn't know is all the nightmares Mike had and still has.
And they were all taken out on us.
So much has happened to us, most of the water, even the ocean's run dry, Bakis have become more savage, somehow growing fangs and ripping up some of the villagers.
And now this.
The village burst up into flame, with no warning. Barely anybody who was still alive got out. After it all burned out, when the dream was over, I tried looking for them. I only found Mari.
The poor shape she was in. Her leg was charred and unusable; she must've fallen close to the fire. There were cuts and scratches covering
Swing SwingThere was nothing sinister about this darkness. Rather, it was soothing. Contained within the hours of the night, this darkness was a haven for the weary where the chance to rest was offered freely. Such an opportunity was almost impossible to pass up and it was one a certain red-banded turtle was currently using.Swing Swing3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was only half-past ten which was still early by any teenager's standards. Even so, Raphael was overriding his night-owl nature for once. Having spent the previous evening out late with Casey and the majority of the day in the dojo training with his brothers, he had reached a level of tiredness that was no longer ignorable. Knowing that falling asleep on the couch put him at high risk for one of Mikey's pranks, Raph had decided to skip movie watching with the youngest turtle and instead seek safety inside his bedroom. Fresh out of the shower, he was now nested inside his hammock for the night.
All the lights inside his room had been turned off. No noise disturbe
Warm HoneyWarm honeyWarm Honey3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Yeah, that's it
That's what they remind me of .
Raphael's eyes remind me of warm honey -- the kind that Sensei sometimes adds to his tea.
They look like honey but they burn like fire.
Every time he looks at me I can feel myself melt
..oh my god!
I can't believe I just thought that! I sound like one of those ditzy love-stuck teenage girls from Master Splinter's soap operas!
When the hell did I turn into such a sissy?
Or better yet, when the hell did I start caring about the color of Raph's eyes?
It's just that they're so hypnotic
I bet that if I stared into them for too long, I'd forget all my problems and bend to his every will.
Good god, I hope he never realizes how much power his golden irises harbor. His ego is big enough as it is.
Then again, maybe he already knows. That would explain the cocky grin of his. And as much as I'd like to wipe that stupid smirk off his face I also want it to stay because when he smiles those h