MayflyIt's a nudge from the Naiad orbiter that brings me fully to my senses, and, instinctively, I find myself checking my systems. Power from her solar panels quickly floods my own circuits, and I flex instruments and senses that feel like they've been dormant for all too long. Which they have, of course.Mayfly5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wakey, wakey," the Naiad's saying, as I burn through the reports and telemetry my body's feeding me.
Some of my instruments have iced-up, I realise. But that's a minor concern. Everything else is sound.
"Are we there yet?" I reply.
"We are indeed."
"Mayfly, this is control. " The signal's peppered with static, and I quickly adjust for the Doppler Shift.
"Control," I reply. "My IRR lens has iced, but all other systems are go. Telemetry is online." And then I wait. If I had fingers, I'd be drumming them.
I count the seconds as they pass, calculating the signal lag as I do.
"Roger, Mayfly. Your telemetry is good. "
Right on cue.
"Mission is go. "
In a Bar Around SaturnIn a Bar Around Saturn10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!
You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, you read that ribbon right, I did fight in the Trojan War. But I've told those stories a hundred times, and the more I tell them the less you kids enjoy hearing them. Once upon a time they were full of glory and adventure - jacking in and manually flying a missile after an EMP took its brain out! Marines, l
Welcome, little one... part 4Welcome, little one... part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spike was afraid. White Whirl was such a tiny, fragile thing, it seemed like the slightest puff of smoke would blow her away. The wisps of rainbow mane floated in the breeze, having a life of their own. Whirly looked up at the strange creature that filled her vision. It didn't seem to be dangerous, this purple smiling face.
For one endless moment the two very different creatures stared at each other. Spike came even closer, fascinated by the baby. Then the silence was broken by a shocked yelp of pain.
Whirly clung to Spike's nose, gurgling happily. She didn't know who this purple face was, but it was hers now. Her newest, bestest toy was whimpering, fighting the instinct to rip off whatever was attached to his nose.
"I'm here, Spike! Whirly, let go!"
Cloud pulled on the little foal, who was surprisingly strong. Giving up on forcing the baby to let go, she whisked away, grabbing toys from the floor. Windfall, seeing what Cloud was doing, started scooping up ra
HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch2Harvest Moon: Animal Parade Luke x Hikari FanFiction Chapter 2HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch24 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hikari unlocked the wooden door of Fugue Forest with the beautiful key and entered the forest. The forest creeped her out slightly, but with Finn by her side she didn't feel so afraid. Finn could indeed be annoying, but there were times when his company was highly appreciated.
After a while of venturing round the forest, she came to the conclusion that all the residents of the town were drama queens. They said it was a huge maze and a huge mind f***, but Hikari managed to find her way around with ease. Either that or she had better direction than the whole town, but she doubted that conclusion a lot. The town couldn't really be that idiotic Could they? Well, if Luke really was lost, then it would probably prove the conclusion right, much to her dismay.
Hikari had spent the whole afternoon calling for Luke and searching high and low. Night was drawing in, and Hikari was growing weary of searching without a
Star Fox at the MoviesCOMEDYStar Fox at the Movies5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fox: Oh now, that was just stupid!
Krystal: How silly! And these people get paid to act like that?
Slippy: Even I wouldn't do that!
Bernie: That was just rich!
Peppy: It's okay, I guess.
Katt: Out in public, too!
Falco: What a couple of clucks!
Dash (laughing really hard): I'd better leave, or else I'll bust a gut!
Miyu: *laughs hysterically*
Fay: Oh, is he going to feel that!
Bill: I'm glad I didn't order a drink to go with this one!
Leon: I've seen funnier.
Panther (laughing really hard): Oh, oh my ribs!! Panther can't feel his ribs anymore!!!
Wolf (annoyed): And Wolf can't feel his brain anymore.
Andrew: Maybe I don't have a sense of humor, but I honestly don't think this is very funny.
Pigma: Ah, what do you know?!
Fox: Oh, brother.
Krystal: I take it these kinds of outbursts aren't socially acceptable?
Slippy: I can't believe I'm watching this.
Amanda: What a baby.
Bernie: I'll say. I'm gla
Welcome, little one... part 3Welcome, little one... part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soarin' supposed he should be used to it by now. But one glance from your foal, and they owned you. You'd fly to the heavens and back, just to see them smile. In her cloud crib, White Whirl was sleeping; giving out little sighs and snorts as she explored the world of dreams. Soarin' liked the nickname Sunrise had given her. Whirly. It seemed to suit her. Whirly had a shimmery, near white, perfect light blue coat, with wisps of rainbow mane floating around her head. He could see a lot of Rainbow Dash in her, what with her mane. But also with her down wings feathers, in the angles of her face, in the adorable way she flicked her ears.
Yup, she was her mom's child alright. Soarin' continued to gaze at the tiny filly, dumbstruck with emotion. There was nothing, nothing he wouldn't do to make Whirly happy.
"Hi dad." A whisper floated across the room.
Soarin' turned around. Behind him, Cloud Puff was tiptoeing toward the cradle. Soarin' smiled, remembering Cloud's lullaby. He was so proud of
HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch4Harvest Moon: Animal Parade Luke x Hikari FanFiction Chapter 4HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch44 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hikari was dreaming. She was dreaming the same dream that she used to have often when she was a little girl, still wishing to nestle in beside the sheep at night and use their soft wool for a duvet. She nuzzled up against the dark face of the sheep next to her, and it nuzzled her affectionately in return. Her tiny hands stroked the wool of the sheep as she sang them all a lullaby. The sheep yawned, their warm breath was a blessing on her little pink, cold face. Hikari giggled jovially and snuggled closer to her fluffy friends, looking up at the stars as she did. The stars winked at her and offered a natural light-night so as to protect Hikari from the darkness.
"Hikari." Breathed a gentle, loving voice. Little Hikari looked up from the comfort of the sheep and stars to a familiar face. Laugh lines were visible in the rose-tinted cheeks of the slim face, her brown hair like that of bark from the finest tree flo
Static's MemoriesStatic's Memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Will you please let me out now...?" Marcus asked. Static rolled his eyes and yawned. This kid was such a mess to him, so annoying, like a flea he couldn't find.
"Oh just shut up and sleep, will 'ya?" adding under his breath, "you should be dead by now..."
"Sorry? I didn't catch that." Marcus yelled behind the door.
"Nothing, now SLEEP." Static yelled. Behind the door, the squirrel could hear Fox's son scuffle across the room, and comfort someone. Maybe it was that new girl with her...pet. Static shook his head and gave out a moue of false sadness. Like he would care for them, they had their life while he had his....But was it a happy one... He couldn't get the image of that squirrel from his head, her deep brown fur, her forest green eyes. For the first time Static wished he had a normal life. He tried to push away that thought, he had a perfect life here, doing what he loved. This made Static grin mercilessly to himself, his job was sure entertaining.And yet, was he happy...?
Follow you Home pt.IFollow you Home pt.I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It has been six years
I had hoped the pain would fade, disappear with time like everyone said it would, but it persists. This steady, pulsing ache in my chest that threatens to crumble my torso and devour my soul
My cold fingers wrap around the small cup of ale in my hands. I have yet to take even one sip despite having ordered it hours ago.
My eyes scan the tavern I have found myself in, the Hanged Man there is a grotesque statue hanging above the door, though I ignored it as I entered. Kirkwall is strange, after living most of my life in a tower I find it interesting how different these lands are. Kirkwall is alien to me, a world of harsh turmoil.
This city stands on a knife's edge, the Chantry looming above like a dragon poised to attack. None of the people here seem to realize that the balance is being tilted in the Divine's direction. Belief in the maker is a requirement to live here it seems
I visited the tower, or the Gallows, yes that is what they call it
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
Fun for the Apple SiblingsOne Wintry day in Ponyville, when Apple Jack was still a little filly, she was sitting at home, looking down at Sweet Apple Acres being covered by a sheet of white snow. The apple trees were bare and covered in snow as well. She looked up and saw some Pegasus ponies shaking some snow out of the clouds. She was bored, but she didn't want to go outside because everyone was in their homes getting warmed up. But she was saving her strength for Winter Wrap Up tomorrow, so she didn't want to go outside yet anyway. She wondered what Big Macintosh was up to, so she got off of the windowsill and started to walk across the hall.Fun for the Apple Siblings3 years ago in Humor More Like This
While she was walking, she saw some of her Apple cousins in their rooms talking, eating, and even having a pillow fight. They were here to sleep over at Apple Jack's house to help out with Winter Wrap Up on the farm. Granny Smith was downstairs cooking some dinner, she was always a good cook, especially when it came to making Zap Apple Jam. But Apple Jack went up to Big
Welcome, little one... part 2Welcome, little one... part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Skidding to a halt, Cloud flared her wings to keep from falling. Good. They weren't here yet. Bad. They should be here by now. Bad, bad, very bad! Aunt Twilight was with them, they should be well on schedule. Twilight was never late! Fretting, Cloud grabbed the food off her dad, and disassembled the trap above the front door, all the while listening out for the guests. A flap of wings, the hiss of a hot air balloon, anything!
By this stage, Cloud had almost worn a hole in the floor with her pacing. Of course, it was lady-like pacing. Her godmother, Rarity, would be proud. Of course, her other godmother, Applejack, would probably tell her "ta stop an' find somethin' useful ta do instead". Since wearing out the cloud floor wasn't useful in any way, Cloud stopped. Although her two godmothers seemed different, at their hearts they were kindred spirits. If she wasn't allowed to destroy the floor, she'd take the other godmother's advice and do something productive. Taking out a pi
Soaring with the Rainbows Chapter 8Soaring with the Rainbows Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soarin grumbled to himself as he walked down the street, out of Rarity's hearing. The foalish tie that she'd laced him into was slowly choking him. The stupid jacket she'd roped him into was pinning his wings to his back, restricting them and making him itchy. And the black mask, that the white unicorn had summoned from places unknown, had slipped over one ear, trapping it. He didn't care if this was the highest form of fashion ponykind had ever devised. He wanted to move, to be free.
Throughout the long, boring hour (or was it hours?) that had seemed never ending, he had fought against her treatment. Slipping out of clothing and tearing away at anything with sequins. Once, the Wonderbolt had even made it halfway out of the door before the unicorn torturer's devious magic had dragged him back in. Eventually he'd just submitted to Rarity's attentions, letting her have her way while secretly promising to himself that he'd escape the clothing as soon as he could. Because of the element of
HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch3Harvest Moon: Animal Parade Luke x Hikari FanFiction Chapter 3HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch34 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I see what the townsfolk meant when they said this was a maze." Sighed Hikari, trudging through the canopy of trees that looked the same as all the others she had passed, "I must've taken a wrong turn when I ran from Luke. I hope he's alright." Hikari shook her head of those thoughts, "No, I should be more worried about myself. Where am I?"
Hikari looked around. Every shrub looked the same as the last, as did the trees and the rocks. She regretted running away from Luke. Of course the situation back there was rather awkward, but at least Luke knew where he was going Or so he said. As well as worrying about herself and Luke, she was worried about her animals. She had let them out to graze that sunny morning, and now it was getting very late. She was afraid of leaving them out in case they hurt themselves stumbling round in the dark, or if wild, rabid dogs came along. Hikari shuddered at the thought of the
HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch1Harvest Moon: Animal Parade Luke x Hikari FanFiction Chapter 1HM:AP LukexHikari FanFic Ch14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Lush green fields stretched for miles, or so it seemed, to little Hikari whom was being jostled around in the hay cart due to the bumpy texture of the dusty road. Still, despite the fact that she had hay strewn all over her hair, and her seat was not one of the most luxurious, she was in high spirits. She was finally going to get her own farm, like she had always dreamed of since she was younger. Whilst other little girls in their pretty frilly dresses dreamed of being a princess, Hikari, in her bright yellow wellington boots and sparkly fairy tutu over her dungarees, was dreaming of being a farmer and playing with the cows and chickens all day before turning in to sleep with the fluffy sheep at night. Of course, as Hikari had aged so had her dreams; she still wanted to be a farmer, but she realised that cows and chickens weren't really the type for playing, and sheep would probably not appreciate h
Welcome, little one...Welcome, little one...3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hush now, quiet now,
It's time to lay your sleepy head...
Hush now, quiet now,
It's time to go to bed... "
Cloud Puff watched as the tiny ball of fur and feathers before her gave a tiny sigh and rolled over, burying her fragile face into their mother's side. Rainbow Dash smiled at her, silently thanking Cloud for her work in keeping the new-born foal asleep. Rainbow could pull off a sonic rainboom, could fly with the best, and could clear a sky in ten seconds flat. But she couldn't sing a lullaby. For that, she needed her daughter, who was far quieter and calmer then her feather-brained mom.
Padding out of the room, Cloud Puff passed the two boys of the family, both staring at the new child. Holy feathers, she knew that her mom had only come back from hospital with White Whirl today, but babies weren't aliens. Grabbing her little brother, Cloud Puff dragged Sunrise Brisk out of the nursery to his favorite room in the house. Sitting him down in the kitchen, she grabbed an ap
Innocence - a FEAR poemInnocence - a FEAR poem5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Innocent, at the age of three
When Father first imprisoned me
I am special, born with a gift
Any object, my mind could lift
I could force some to obey my commands
Like puppets moved by invisible strands
Any mind, I could read or speak
My mind: powerful. My body: weak
Though I am gifted, I say am cursed
Father promised the best, but gave the worst
All questions answered, all tests passed
I do not want this life to last
I made the white monsters hallucinate
I no longer wish to participate
Now is the time that I instigate
Now is the time I retaliate
Now I lay in a synaptic bath
I sense the white monsters do their math
Asleep, they force me to give birth to two, a child
I awaken in the midst, my emotions wild
My babies whom I never got to see
Perhaps the only things that bring me glee
Two lives stripped away from me
Like mine at the age of three
My life, I wish I had no memory
Being drowned in darkness and misery
Now, I can only speak through telepathy
To my ba
PainPain10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain so normal to me.
Physical, Mental, and Verbul pain, abuse.
The physical pain I do my self.
The cutting the scratching jst to feel the pain.
The mental pain from my family, my parents and there fights.
The verbal pain form people in school who hate me dont like the way I look if im not up to there standders.
I've been through it all.
But im use to it.
The physical pain atleast.
My VirginityWoe betide this beautiful, charming boyMy Virginity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying too hard to fill your heart with joy
Selfless deeds do still exist
But suspicious minds prefer you to be selfish
Take care though and consider with caution
Allowing me too close can lead to obsession
Regulate your responses in such a way
That I won't misinterpret the words you say
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
You are the branches, I am the leaves
Now I fall, I'm free
This confession means nothing to you
But it means a great deal to me
I have nothing left to declare
But my virginity
The light that shone, you're a glimpse of destiny
A photograph, a fragrance triggered memory
The light that shone, you illuminate my history
My present, my future, the unwritten story
So font of all amity, here is my cup
Rinse out all of the hurt, and fill me up
With love to the brim and let it overflow
The meek shall not inherit the world until tomorrow
This confession means nothing to you
The Chains that Bind chapter 2The Chains that Bind chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Chain of Command
Heavy winds and violent rain lashed at a cloaked figure as she galloped through the Ever free forest. Zecora had been kind enough to offer her hut to weather the storm, but the shadowy figure had politely declined. In truth, the trinkets that decorated the shamans hut creeped her out no end. Of course, she would never admit it, if anyone found out that she of all ponies was afraid of such things, they would laugh at her, and she couldn't stand that. I must get to Ponyville she thought to herself, closing her eyes as the water beneath her hooves splashed up at her face. The wind whipped at her pale blue mane, even within her drapes, and she was forced to find a moments shelter from the raging storm. As gales howled and a veritable curtain of torrential rain battered the sleepy forest, the pony looked out from her little nook, her heart pounding against her chest.
"You couldn't even begin to be this powerful, could you?" a voice spoke out, one that soun
Ninja Secrets for the ArtistI was very recently at a martial arts seminar by a well-known practitioner of bujinkan budo taijutsu (武神館武道体術), who would often explain his personal philosophy (and that of the grand-master) as he trained with us, and who did a question-and-answer session at the end of each day of the seminar. I was inspired to write this, because thinking on these questions and answers gave me a deeper insight into my own struggle to improve my understanding of art.Ninja Secrets for the Artist7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Mostly, of course, people wanted to know how he got to the point where his every movement is fluid and powerful, and every misstep he makes is immediately turned around into an advantage. And, trust me, this was indeed the case: it was absolutely stunning to watch the man work, since every movement he made (even when completely unplanned) served multiple purposes, and absolutely deconstructed his opponent. It was easy to imagine him on a battlefield, taking his enemies apart effortlessly, wi
Demons are Smarter Than YouThe mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.Demons are Smarter Than You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered me to be; I am silent because I know that were I to speak, I would reveal the true depth of his idiocy. And that simply would not do. Not now that I've invested so much time into making this little room homely. My "little" pets—if the stupid scholar knew their true shapes, he would die of fright—are