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.
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 1Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 15 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.
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
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
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
TransHumanismEvery Human, A God.TransHumanism4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
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 2The Alicorn Scrolls: Skyrim -Chapter 24 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 -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
Old World BluesDown south lay the Mojave Drive in, a boring place to playOld World Blues4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
something new, a satellite hit but what could it possibly do
lights out, I wake up in a strange land head out and meet the think tank crew
Mobius on the screen laughing and taunting about my brain, God keep it safe I pray
to the Big MT wastes I go, chased by the roboscorpions and there mighty death ray
lobotomites chasing me through this school, these guys are about as bright as a shoe
this place is filled with cazadors and nightstalkers alike, it's a psychos zoo
in to the forbidden zone I go, so close to my brain now I can honestly say
Mobius, he doesn't seem like such a bad guy, give him a talk and get my brain back in
back to the think tank to work all this craziness out
one way or another I'll make peace in this war of the minds that will end here fast
I may have told a few lies to get to this place, but peace in my book is a win
these humans of the past will have there problems though without a doubt
luckily I cured there
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.
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
Major Character DissectionThe Major Character Dissection: a writing aid for all fiction creators, from fantasy authors to comic writers. A helpful guideline tool for anyone who wants to create well-rounded, plot hole-free castsMajor Character Dissection6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is an incredibly thorough questionnaire for your major characters. There's a reason I call it a "Dissection." I've already posted the minor character sheet for all those people you don't need to know the favorite foods and alcohol tolerances of. These are all geared toward protagonists, but can be applied to villains too.
Text in [brackets] is just for clarification of how to answer the preceding question. I will warn you that some of these explanations are exceedingly long: the ones regarding the Myers-Briggs personality type, and the one about love languages. They are long so as to explain the concepts to those unfamiliar with them. Also, since I hate writing "him or her" and I will not write "they" when the subject is singular, I am assuming masculinity in my clarifications. Y
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
Full-Time JobA/N: The turtles are about 4 years old in this story. Enjoy!Full-Time Job2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Splinter glanced up from his now empty plate to glance at his four beloved children. He shook his head at the all-too-typical sight that met his gaze.
Leonardo's seat was empty; the presumed oldest of his sons had been the first to finish and the first to be allowed to be dismissed from the table.
Raphael had almost entirely cleared his plate, but had fallen asleep where he sat, his face buried in the remaining contents of his meal.
Donatello's meal had remained almost completely untouched; the pickiest of his sons sat with his head rested on his hand as he poked at the contents of the plate with disgust, simultaneously releasing over-dramatic sighs.
Michelangelo, having just finished his third serving, was now desperately licking his empty plate.
Splinter sighed. “Donatello, you will not leave until you have cleaned your plate.”
“But I told you I'm not hungry!” Donnie protested.
“I'll clean his
Supernatural/Ben 10: Alienated Ch. 9Supernatural/Ben 10: Alienated Ch. 94 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had taken about another three hours till the side-effects of the morphine to wear off, and once it did, Dean was back to his normal, smart-mouthed, complaining self. And Sam wouldn't have it any other way. He had asked Dean if he was alright about a hundred times, by which then Dean chucked his plastic cup of applesauce at him. Sam had just merely laughed, dodging the air-borne missile. Gwen had smiled and shook her head in disbelief at their antics.
"You two really are brothers. I never seen anyone get along the way you two do."
"Yeah, we're pretty close," Sam agreed, "like two peas in a pod."
"Aw, Sammy...that's a weak analogy," Dean groaned, rolling his eyes.
"I'm surprised you even know the meaning of 'analogy'," Sam retorted.
Gwen chuckled again. "So, you two ready to learn what I found out about our alien convict?"
"Other than the fact that I'm so going to kick his....."
"Dean." Sam said, warningly, stopp
TMNT: One Small Turtle: Raph My HeroTMNT: One Small Turtle: Raph My Hero2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
part of my AU *please read description*
Raph just got off his twenty-four shift from the fire house. He was dead tired and wanted to sleep. The world was a weird place now that they have been excepted by the humans. No one freaked out or ran away from them anymore. Leo went off the police academy and Don was almost done with med school. Mikey being much younger than them was in the public school system. Even Splinter took up a small job as a sensei in a small dojo outside the city.
Raph walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat before he went to sleep when he saw Mikey school bag on the floor with his contents spilt out. Sighing he picked it up, then everything fell out. Raph picked up the papers and began jamming them back in when he saw a paper titled: Raph My Hero: by Michelangelo Hamato.
“All my brother are really heroes in my eyes, my daddy too. I can only pick one and I feel bad that I have just pick one, but I will be pick my brother Raph because he just
Matsuda: Undercover Mall CopMatsuda: Undercover Mall Cop4 years ago in Humor More Like This
L: I wonder if they'll let me pierce my belly button here...
Light: L, I'm like totally self conscious in here... Can we go?
L: Only Kira gets self conscious. My suspicion of you just got raised by 20%
~Wall bursts open~
Matsuda: Matsuda the Undercover Mall Cop is here! Oo! Floor food!
L: Matsuda, get the hell out of here. You destroyed the piercing station.
Matsuda: Otay 3:
~Walks off depressed~
Food poisoningWarning: None. Simply brotherly fluff with Splinter. Enjoy...Food poisoning2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Splinter never let his eyes wandered anywhere but the screen of the television, where his favorite soap opera was being aired, but his ears picked up more than just the sound of the TV. Even when barricaded from the rest of the lair, the garage still made more noise than they could tolerate, even worse when Raphael and Donatello were at it. The old rat sighed in defeat. Perhaps a lecture about courtesy for those two might be in order, yet Splinter suppressed that idea almost immediately. They were having a time of their lives, who was he to interrupt them? No, he wouldn't do that, not when he knows that they are inseparable...
Ten years ago...
Leo and Mikey were already in their shared bedroom, no doubt to try out a new game the youngest just invented, leaving a grumpy Raphael and a willing Donatello to help their master with the dishes. Splinter just shook his head as he observed his short-tempered son wip
FatherRaphael felt sick to his stomach at the thought of being alone.Father2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Well, not alone.
Just him...and his six-month old twins, Kai and Lola.
His brothers were on patrol, Splinter was asleep...and now Selina was leaving, too.
"Do you have to go now?" He asked for the third time.
Selina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, even her everlasting patience wearing thin. "For the last time, Raphael, yes! You know, I wouldn't have to go get more formula if you weren't such a wimp about breastfeeding!"
Raphael scowled. Could he help it that it freaked him out to see his kids latched onto his partner like little parasites?
"Just quit worrying," she consoled him as she slipped her arms into her light windbreaker. "They'll probably sleep through the whole time. And if they don't, I'll only be gone fifteen minutes. Just don't make any loud noises, and don't disturb them. Besides, you need some bonding time with your children. You've been avoiding them like the plague."
"I have not!"
Angel KissesA/N: This takes place when the turtles are about 5 years old.Angel Kisses2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“My sons, where is Michelangelo?” Hamato “Splinter” Yoshi asked his three oldest upon noticing the absence of their youngest sibling. Only Donatello looked away from the beckoning television to respond.
“He was in here a minute ago, but I think he went into the kitchen,” he said. He cupped a hand around his mouth and spoke softly. “I think he might be sneaking a snack before dinner.”
Splinter chuckled to himself, knowing this was probably true. Mikey had a knack for trying to find ways to get a little extra food into his belly whenever he got the chance. Nonetheless, his youngest would need to be punished for his gluttony if such were the case.
He sauntered into their kitchen area and sure enough the refrigerator door was swung wide open. From the other side of the counter, he could not see anyone in front of it, but could hear the sound of ever-so-subtle movement. Sure e
USUK: Twelve O'Clock|| 11:30 ||USUK: Twelve O'Clock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred chuckled as he stood on the windowsill. He quickly jumped on a tree, trying not to be loud. He couldn't wake up anyone; he would be of course punished for disturbing the curfew at the trip. Being rather careful as for him, he climbed down, watching his steps on the branches.
He chuckled to himself. Oh, how he was preparing for that moment? Wait, he wasn't. It was spontaneous, he thought about it the previous day after he heard about certain event that was going to happen. And he was correctly suspecting that no one besides him knew about that. Which was kinda sad.
He took first steps on the grass, smiling widely. He had some important work to do first to get everything as he planned. He had to admit that he was little nervous about the whole thing. What if it won't work? What if he got discovered? What if everything will go well but actually will destroy everything?
Alfred shook those thoughts off, put his glasses on his nose and smirked to himself