The Town named Owl CityOwl City is a small little country city near the ocean. It's mayor is Adam Young, a shy yet kind man who is the one who built this humble town. We don't have a very large population, about eh...a couple thousand people. But everyone is very nice and will gladly greet any tourists who come.The Town named Owl City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weather isn't just sunny, cloudy, rainy, and stormy. There's beautiful vanilla twilights, snows that contain peppermints, alligator skies, and on some nights, meteor showers, kamikazes, a helicopter moon, blue lights that are surprisingly fuzzy, and shooting stars that shine the night. You can even see galaxies in the sky clearly that other places couldn't show even with a telescope.
Now Owl City is an ocean town, isn't it? So it must have a beach. And indeed you are right, Owl City does have a beach, Umbrella Beach is it's name. Why is it named Umbrella Beach? Because everyday, there are many umbrellas on the beach, even if the day before had no umbrellas. If you look out the horizon, you may se
Mando'a Lesson Number 2Mando'a Lesson Number 25 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 2
Mando'a Lesson 6Mando'a Lesson 6Mando'a Lesson 65 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
To Count Soletar
Utau Text TutorialUtau Tutorial 7/14/2009Utau Text Tutorial5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome to Krissy's Utau tutorial! By the time it get finished, the English version might be out. So read while you can!
1) The first thing you do is download Utau, you can do this here http://utau2008.xrea.jp/index.html.
Click the very first link under 'Download' and install it. Don't worry, there are no spyware or viruses.
2) Once you loaded it and checked out the program, you'l
Mando'a Lesson 7Mando'a Lesson 74 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 7
Sorry (I eat my insult) N'eparavu takisit
Sorry (I kneel) [groveling] Ni ceta
Mando'a Lesson 12Mando'a Lesson 12Mando'a Lesson 124 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
On Time jat'ca'nara
Week - Ray'ture
What time is it? Tion ca'nara [cuy] ibic?
When are we meeting? Tion'tuur mhi urcie?
Sigil (Symbol on Armour) Aliik
Learn to loveLearn to love1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
the god that was never therethe god that was never there3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched a man speak once. he told of the stars, planets, and people- and how they all came to being. some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, but no one ever gives the worth of words that create images. he created images of blackness- of a non-existent identity.
he told me about the birth and made very clear that it was the only beginning that ever really existed. he said, "the creation of something is the start- and nothing happens before the start. there is no god to shoot a gun or shout, 'go'". there was no time- and time is really the only living thing to this very day.
my head collapses inwards- my eyes explode with small white lights and swirling colors.
i have seen people wearing beige sweaters and carrying meaningless charts, and they always seem to win at life. i see you become one of these people- your dreams are rotten, and your hope is only there as a survival tactic. i used to think that i knew you, and you told me what you thought right.
you spoke about life
Mando'a Lesson Number 1Mando'a Lesson Number 15 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 1
My name is Ner gai _______
Your name is
Mando'a Lesson 5Mando'a Lesson 5Mando'a Lesson 55 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Morning FrostThe Morning Frost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Morning Frost
Men have often come to fear and believe in what they cannot see. This invisible omnipotent force is a driving factor within the existence of man. This ideal motivates man; it creates a feeling of duty and belonging. This ideal can cause great justice, or can blind a man into a blunt instrument.
The Great War had ended in 1918, yet it lingered within my mind. Night after night, I would terrifyingly reminiscence men being shot and their blood being splattered. The scarlet drenched ground in Johannesburg flashed through my subconscious during slumber. The mighty and destructive trenches and the men I had attempted to save. For each man I failed to save, my hair would turn a silvery white hue. Until my head was as silver as the metal itself.
I fell into a great heap of depression and began drinking. The liters of whiskey washed away my sorrow for an hour. The crestfallen pain would damper my disposition for the remaining twenty three and even the omnipotence of alcohol co
FreedomWhat is freedom?Freedom2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Freedom is being able to do whatever you want, without gaining any undesirable effects.
Freedom is a simple paradox, something impossible that we constantly seek. Is freedom that is constrained still freedom, or is it imprisonment?
If we live within a world with a free-market, although we could buy and sell whatever we want, those who make, who work for others have no freedom, they are forced to work tirelessly or face death, they are slaves of the rich, as what we would become. Whereas in a communist society, there is forced equality, you do not have the opportunity to rise above others or fall below others, you are stuck inside of a equilibrium. With laws, we can punish those who do wrong, but with laws comes the opportunity for injustice, without justice, there is no injustice. In a world without laws, we do not have the freedom of luxury, to relax inside of laws, as life would be a constant battle to survive, as it is now in lawless countries.
We are irrational cre
How to Write FanfictionHow to Write Fanfiction in 100 Easy StepsHow to Write Fanfiction8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) Write a story about your favorite book/movie/play/TV show, starring your favorite characters in situations of your devising. This is called fanficiton.
2) Gloat. It's almost as good—no, better!—than the real thing. The original author/creator/director should hire you to do their job for them!
3) Discover FanFiction.net. Feel unoriginal for a moment, then console yourself that no one's fanfiction could possibly be as good as yours.
4) Browse fics from your favorite book/movie/play/show. Read a few at random.
5) Die a little inside seeing the way fourteen-year-old writers molest the characters of your beloved fandom and the English language in general (even if you are fourteen yourself).
6) Be glad your fics aren't that terrible. Make all haste in posting your own, taking care to check the grammar and spelling along the way.
7) Submit your fic. Feel benevolent for nobly sharing your genius with these talentless wretches.
8) Check for reviews e
TESTIMONY TIME!!! - Missionaries at Maplewood MallTESTIMONY TIME!!! - Missionaries at Maplewood Mall2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So my Urban Missions Training Program does something called a Treasure Hunt every Tuesday, where we pray for prophetic clues to find Gods treasure, aka the people He wants us to pray for. This time, we felt called to the Maplewood Mall. My friend Kristin was my partner today. While we were praying, I got a bunch of crazy random things, including a shield, Fin from the show "Adventure Time", plants, a finger, and a big curly hairdo. Kristin got a hat, a broken heart, and curly hair as well. After we split up into our buddy system, Kristin and I found a stand for Invisible Shield (the thing you put over your phone to protect the screen) and saw the shield on the logo, so we waited for someone to come by. The owner happened to walk over, so we asked if we could pray for her. She accepted prayer for her business and her family, as well as hugs. :3
Afterwards, Kristin and I decided to go into Spencer's, since I overheard our friend Christian talking about how he thought he was
Mando'a Lesson 9Mando'a Lesson 94 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 9
Me, You and ShoesI saw your shoes the other day. It was just a glimpse of them as you went through the door, but it was enough. Funny, there must have been fifty people around. It's been years and my subconscious can still pick you out of a crowd.Me, You and Shoes3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wasn't sure it was you, though. That's why I'm eating lunch on this bench. I was checking to make sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me, digging up old stuff I thought I buried behind everything I tried to make new in my life. I used to follow guys in orange coats down the hallway, praying they'd turn around and be you. I always felt foolish when they weren't, but it took me months to break the habit. I wanted to make sure I wasn't suffering a relapse.
Of course, it was you. God loves to pretend he's one of those strangers who have a nasty habit of returning things you tried your hardest to lose.
You didn't see me. But then, y
Piano Man He could hear Sarah warming up in front of the microphone, her small, soft voice rising and falling. The din of the waiters and servers setting up the many tables in front of them echoed behind her; the grating clatter of silverware wore against his ears.Piano Man3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned his attention back to Sarah. So much clearer, so much more pleasant... His shoulders, which had been tensed, relaxed, and he ran his fingers over the piano keys reverently, letting the background noise fade away.
And a pure, clear note from Sarah cracked.
His hands stopped over the keys, turning his head slightly and shifting on the hard piano bench so he could hear her better. Sarah had recovered beautifully, falling into a lower note and continuing the scale as she had been doing, but he could hear the small tremble in her voice, the quick gasps of breaths between notes. There was silence, for a moment, after Sarah finished the scale, before she began to sing again. She was determined, he was sure, to shake off
The Passionate Angel - Part 1The Passionate AngelThe Passionate Angel - Part 16 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The stars glittered across the night sky as the lunar light shined down upon Jacob and Angelica. They were sitting atop the peak of Beacon Hill on the soft, cool grass. It had grown colder since they first got there a half-hour ago which is why Jacob had his jacket wrapped around Angelica in addition to his own arms. It was silent since people rarely traveled this area which gave the couple the privacy that they so desired.
Stop that, said Angelica, giggling as Jacob nibbled gently on her neck. He slowly moved up her neck, kissing her neck as he rose and began nibbling gently on her ear. I said stop, she said again, still giggling. Jacob stopped and let his head rest beside Angelicas, his arms still holding her tightly in his arms. There was silence for a few seconds and then Angelica turned her head to face Jacob.
Snapshot Season II Episode One Snapshot: Optronic SystemsSnapshot Season II Episode One1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Season II, Episode One]
The profile of a ship is more than just its weapons or appearance. In today’s episode of snap shot we are going to take a look at the vaunted optronics systems used aboard our warships. Optronics is a short hand term for Optical Electronics which are advanced digital equipment that instead of electromagnetic switches utilizes photonics to simulate the same signals. The original system was first demonstrated in the 1840’s by Daniel Colladon and Jacques Babinet. Some twelve years later John Tyndall would also demonstrate a very basic form of what we now refer to as Optronics. But modern system that we use today was demonstrated in 1982 by Colonel Alexander Hildebrand. Hindebrand initially theorized that if there was a conductive medium through which light could travel of comparable economy to conventional copper wires and fiber-optic cables that one could bring computing power of a system up by the twelfth pow
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Warford Vs. the T-80Warford Vs. the T-803 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
James Warford's T-80 Follies
This article was originally titled "T-80: The Soviet Solution, The Tank's Missile System is Aimed at NATO's ATGM Vehicles, Not Tanks", and was written by everybody's favorite compulsive liar, James M. Warford. It was first published in the January-February 1987 issue of Armor Magazine. You may remember the name from before --- he's the guy who has an unhealthy fixation of the failed T-64, and he coined the bogus term "Premium Tank" (that no other writers have taken seriously, as demonstrated by the fact that only Warford uses the term). You may also remember him as the guy who uses dozens of "Phantom
Sources" (a Suppressed Evidence Fallacy, along the lines of Senator Joseph McCarthy claiming to have a list of X number of Communists in the State Department --- which was later discovered to be a LIE).
This time he's out trying to convince the armor community that the T-80 and it's gun-launched AT-8 Songster missile are some sort of Soviet conspiracy to
A Galactic Interlude #3And there you are in a living room, it could be any living room but you’re rather sure it’s yours. You sit down on the sofa because it seems to be the right thing to do and before you know it you are hitting the power button for the remote control the first image on the screen is that of Necrosis apparently digging out in a cemetery cackling with glee! Off to the side two guys standing on a small sort of stage with guitars strum a few notes look at each other and the one on the left comments first.A Galactic Interlude #32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Johnson how happy are folks who switched to Glasco Insurance?”
“Happier then Necrosis working as an undertaker!”
The image cuts to a picture of Admiral Dorin wandering about her office as she’s preparing to wage war on something or other and bumbling about. Moments later the sound of an old school phone ringing can be heard and on her desk sits a phone that seems to not be plugged into anything. It takes her moment has she pushes a few books