The Ripper's Revenge Part 1Back in London, Dan and Risa are called in by Inspector Sean Cullock to investigate a series of gruesome murders similar to ones made over a hundred years before. Racing against the clock, the agents began to wonder if this is trulyThe Ripper's Revenge Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ripper's Revenge
"Bloody hell! What could be keeping Matt this long? He should have arrived over an hour ago!" moaned a lynx dressed in a sleek jet-black evening dress, pacing out the sea-blue front door of her ground floor flat, not far from Whitehall, under the cloak of London's late night. The reason for the woman's irritation was simple; she was promised a date by her co-worker and admirer, a humble man but a very honest kind, the type which she, and many women across the globe knew, were hard to find these days. Her heels clicked and clacked against the concrete paved, her lipstick coated mouth puffing what felt like great clouds of volcanic steam on her lip. Just as she was about to give up, she heard another pair of 'click' and 'clack' comi
Life of a GamerLife of a GamerLife of a Gamer10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Farron Ager
I am the hero
and the villan
I create my own path
as well as destory others
I command the elements
and a steady hand
I lead armies to victory
and to their death
I save the world
and always get the girl
I control a sniper rifle
as well as a sword
I have preformed great feats of magic
and begged for money on the virtual streets
I score the winning touchdown, homerun and goal
but don't forget baskets as well
I have died more than once
but I always return with a vengeance
I have gone by many different names
and some are provided
I get the head shots
fatalities and killing blows
I have undergone many missions
some of them I cannot refuse
I always get the gold coins, diamonds
I am Player 1, Codename_F
and also Winner
I am the Gamer of Today
I've lost a lot of who I amIt has been said that every person you meet takes a part of you with them when they go.I've lost a lot of who I am6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I was young, I dreamed of hot chocolate and warm fires that fight against the frozen outside. Now I treasure every chill I get down my spine. I clutch at my coat collar.
I sip my coffee (I've grown out of hot chocolate). There is something wrong with the man sitting on the park bench: he pinches his nose and bites his lip, then mutters "the dry cleaning, the dry cleaning". He has a beanie with far too many wholes in it to be useful, and the veins in his forehead are abnormally visible. I stick my free hand in my pocket and continue walking. I still haven't gotten rid of my adolescent fear of homeless people. They've been ingrained in my mind as strung-out, trashed human beings that will either make you feel very awkward for not being able to understand them, or rape you on sight.
It's stupid, I know. I need to grow out of it. I need to grow out of a lot of things. I have an
QuintessenceHours devour but time alignsQuintessence6 years ago in Open More Like This
god divides by zero then hums a rhyme:
"rotate away from mind over matter
mind is the matter
mind, for the latter-"
appeal of bodies as they rotate faster
Earth is a disaster.
The Earth is a slave to the angle of repose
but if the Earth is a slave, then the universe composed
the mastery of limits and physics and rules
till the mind boxed an orbit that repeats without muse.
EXR1: One, a Tragedy: PrologueYou have twenty minutes to live.EXR1: One, a Tragedy: Prologue7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mayhem reigns. The populace of your home city has condensed into a single roiling mass, a cacophonous frenzy punctuated by hysteria. The shadow that envelops the crowd is ungodly large, a herald for the final night.
An asteroid of immense size has found your worlds gravitational pull irresistible. So massive, so dense, that you feel its own gravity tugging at you as the titanic masses approach one another.
A streak of solid blue rockets through the air like the final struggle of the shrouded sky. Patches of skin and wind-warped hair are visible; the hero has arrived. Cheers erupt, and even the eclipsed sun seems to flash brilliantly in ecstasy.
He raises his arms in defiance of the stony juggernaut. His muscles roll and ripple like agitated quicksilver as he catches it, rears back, and hurls it away with such force that the ground beneath him craters from the shockwave.
The women gush over him. The men applaud and shout encouragingly. The children
the end of forever.i don't know what to tell you.the end of forever.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i could tell you that i'm sorry, but that wouldn't change that i didn't do anything wrong.
i could tell you that i miss you, but that would just give you another opportunity to break my heart.
i could tell you that you're being stupid and immature and selfish and hypocritical, but my opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.
because we both know that no matter what i do, no matter what i say, i'm still going to end up being the one crying myself to sleep at night while you're dreaming happily of chains being cut and being set free.
i am sorry for something.
i'm sorry i was such a burden to you, i'm sorry you had to force yourself for me. i'm sorry i smothered you. i'm sorry i couldn't accept you for you. i'm sorry i was constantly using the things i did for you against you and i'm sorry i kept showing you my thoughtless side instead of the one you really liked about me. just because you can accept my flaws doesn't mean that it's okay for me to have them.
like in romance novels.i would like to say that it's not my fault i fall in love in five minutes, i would like to tell you i am logical and intelligent and everything the stereotypical whimsical teenage girl is not. because i am supposed to be the person that isn't like everybody else, that doesn't fall into a stereotype, that doesn't fit into any pre-made shape or size or measurement. i am supposed to be the girl that has will power and judgment and thinks ahead. i'm supposed to be on a different shelf, a higher shelf, a place with only me. but i keep finding all these other people on the shelf; it's getting bigger or something. or maybe i just fell down and i didn't notice.like in romance novels.6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i find myself looking at people and wishing that for once there would be some magical moment and they would say to me, "i think you're beautiful."
Another Take The human I live with calls me "Tommy Gun." Or "Kitty." Sometimes "Cat." Yeah "cat," but I'm really an alien. Though we got here first and are highly evolved, humans insist on calling us all these names. I think it's because they're unable to call us what we call each other. They can't hear us talk most of the time. We usually use what humans call "telepathy," except in extreme cases. We try other ways to talk to humans. Use "meow" umpteen ways and you'll see how hard it is.Another Take4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I like my human. She's a beautiful girl calls herself "Mimi" when she's on stage. Yeah "Mimi," and she's definitely human. She's a belly dancer and an excellent one. She can enchant a room full of old humans without even a drum, without even taking off any of her very many veils. She sort of undulates, like a wonderful snake might. But snakes I can eat. Mimi is way bigger than me, plus I want her to live. I won't kill her. She feeds me so I won't bring a dead sn
cure.01.cure.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met at the singles' line at the amusement park.
"Looks like you have no one to ride with either, huh?" he asks.
I nod and back away shyly. He takes a step closer.
"Look! It's our turn!" he says, and before I can argue I'm led to the very front row of the roller coaster and buckled-in tightly. The straps feel like shackles and suddenly it's hard to breathe. He notices my anxiety and smiles. I notice that the right corner of his lip is raised slightly higher than the left.
"Don't be scared," he reassures me as the trains makes its slow climb up the metal rails. He smiles asymmetrically again. "Take a chance."
I want to tell him I take way too many chances already but before my lips can move the train has reached the top of its arc and it's going down, down, down so fast, fast, fast. I'm not surprised when his fingers intertwine with mine and I grasp his hand just as tightly and we both SCREAM.
When we get off the roller-coaster our fingers are still firmly interlocked.
missing.i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.missing.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i could tell you didn't expect me to reply.
i didn't, either, but i surprised both of us.
'well,' i said. 'maybe... maybe i'm a fish born without gills. or maybe i'm a bird that refuses to fly. maybe i'm a treasure chest, locked and full of surprises - or maybe i'm just empty.
maybe i'm like fog, confusing and mindless and almost impossible to see through.
OC memeChoose 8 of your OCs, Cannon characters, or (with permission) your friends OCs. If you really want, you can even put in your friends, just don't put yourself in!OC meme6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alright, now that we've got our 8, lucky souls, let's start the meme! try to give long, full answers!
1. 1 and 3 are set up on a blind date, curtosiy of 4. Why did 4 set up the date? Where do 1 and 3 go? What happens?
2. 5 and 6 decide to spend the day at the city zoo! What happens?
3. 4 decides to take 5, 7, and 8 drinking! What goes on?
4. 8 locks up 1 and 2 in a closet. What happens? How do they get out?
5. 7 has kidnapped 2 and sent 4 a ransom note! What did the note say? What is 4's reaction?
6. 1 throws a birthday, but they can only invite four people. Who do they choose and why?
7. Somehow, 3, 4, and 6 end up on Jepoardy! What happens? Who wins the game?
8. Pop quiz! This is an all-round subject test (everything is covered!). Who has the best score? The worst?
9.If 3 could spend a day
Us Vs. Them...Us Vs. Them...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're ready for this fight.
To take what was once our own.
For our freedom.
For our sanity.
For our families.
We each stand there shoulder to shoulder on the empty street.
Ready to fight to the death for what we believe.
But not outmatched.
We have the strength.
We have the dedication.
We have the will...
We fight for what we want.
And we're fighting to the death for it.
It doesn't matter about age or gender anymore.
The world is in shambles.
But it's time for a new beginning.
And it's up to us to fight for it.
As we pull together...
And fix what was broken.
Fix what happened in the beginning.
We watch as they say they rule us...
But they're so damn wrong.
Because as we stand on that bare street.
With all the strength in my heart.
I say with my head held high.
"It's Us Vs. Them."
It Is In The DoingI know what she thinks I do in the bathroom when I take a little too long,It Is In The Doing2 years ago in Drama More Like This
when I'm a little too quiet.
After all, I'm a healthy teenager with access to the internet, what else could I be doing?
She knocks on the door and asks, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Smile, my dear reader.
Chuckle a little.
Sometimes she's right.
But sometimes... Sometimes I'm on the floor or pressed hard against the wall, my heart a little too fast, my breath a little too quick... my chest a little too tight as I try to keep the sound of steadily falling tears from echoing beyond the door. As I try to keep pretences to the outside world that I do not cry, that nothing hurts me. That always, always, always, I do not fall to the madness of emotions. I have no control of my life but dammit, I am in control of myself.
But every now and then the rigid hold of apathy breaks and I am reduced to this. Crying in a place where no one will hear my tears. Where no one will hear how desperate I am. How broken.
Broken seems lik
CatharsisI didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.Catharsis1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had become.
It has been a never-ending rollercoaster traveling through a dream world where everything runs at quarter speed. Brief bursts of enthusiasm and passion over anything and nothing that send me shooting up to the clouds, only to creep slowly over the hill at the top, a creep that can take days or mere hours, before the car goes plunging
Beating the summer's heatBeating the summer's heatBeating the summer's heat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
(Women into mermaid)
"God I hate this weather!" Heather moans whipping away the sweat from her brow as the air conditioner in the apartment was broken causing her and her room mate and best friend Samantha to feel the heat.
"Hate the landlord for not fixing the air conditioner!" Samantha said using her hand as a fan to cool herself down as she sits next to her friend.
"When did he say he'll get around to it again?" Heather asks.
"About two weeks ago!" Samantha moans.
"God, there's got to be something to beat this heat!" Heather explains standing up whipping off the sweat off her face.
"We got no air con, we're roaming around with just a bra and undies and unless you want to attempt to jump into the fridge's freezer we got nothing else!" Samantha explains.
"Well I wish we could just beat this heat!" Heather growls.
"Yeah well if wishers were horses " Samantha began to say before a knock on their door cause the two to turn it.
"Just a mi
Tearful RealizationTearful Realization4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You don't understand Iroh. My world crumbled. Everyone I loved or held dear became enraged with me or disgusted by what I had done. And I can't blame them. Even afterward I continued to hide behind my pregnancy in order to save myself. The guilt and shame is something I live with every day. Along with the images of their faces as they found out what really happened.
And than you swooped in. The little boy who's garden I snuck into when I was small was now grown into handsome and honorable man. Out of all the people in this world the one who actually knew my birth name appears! Who knows all the secrets I keep. And my little tells when I'm trying to hide them. The only man who actually treated me like a friend and a person. The man that taught it was all right to stand for something when I thought it was needed. Someone who was very precious to me and that I thought I would never see again. The first person I cried for. Crashed back into my life and rescued me.
You took me in
A Note on Writing CharactersA Note on Writing Characters6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
My dearest, darling Author:
I enjoyed reading your book, I really did. But there were some things that simply got on my nerves.
Your need to tell me absolutely everything, as if every tiny detail were just so integral to the plot, was supremely annoying. I do not need to know a character's hair and eye color when I first meet them, or every detail down to the style of his buttons when he walks into a scene; I do not necessarily need to know what his lunch was or that he went bowling with the guys last Saturday and has been in the league for five years. Take for instance that scene on the veranda, where the one protagonist stepped up to the wall and got his first good look at the sea in years. You wasted paragraphs and paragraphs of words explaining how, when he was a boy and saw the ocean for the first time, it was terrifying to him, left him with a feeling of crushing loneliness. Now, if you had simply said he stepped up to the wall and saw the sea for the first time in years, and had
Storm Music They say when I was first laid in my mother's arms, she gave me back to the nurse and said, "No. This is not a child of mine."Storm Music4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My father is the "they" I mean, the only one I heard tell that story. I guess he figured she meant it, because right away he took me as far from the Zuni reservation and my mother as we could get.
I don't remember being a little baby. I mean, who does? But I know my father drove his old car, with him and me and supplies, for miles and miles and miles. I hated that car. And he talked a lot, my Dad. He'd say, "Hey, freak. We're gonna cross a state line again. Mark it on the map." Or, "Hey, ghost boy. I gotta stop here for a few days. I'll set you up in a motel."
When my father said "set you up in a motel," he meant he'd get some half-drunk Indian to watch me, or more likely, to watch TV. He always went somewhere else. Some of those Indians fed me and some didn't, just like my father. I mean, it's like when I
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*THE Zombie Survival Guide5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily while others will not burn at all.
-Most zombies will "die" from severe damage to the head.
-It is said they are attracted by sound, but this varies.
-VERY IMPORTANT: The most dangerous thing about zombies is that if they bite you and you die before your brain is destroyed, you will come back to life as ANOTHER ZOMBIE. That's how they spread their numbers
Remembrance DayRemembrance Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What is going on with her? Shouldn't she be happier than that? I mean she did just get cleared of all charges and can do what she wants to know," Korra suggested.
"Bo, is it?" Mako asked as he turned to his brother.
"Yep. Now that you mention it. I think so anyway," Bolin agreed.
"What is it? She's had that look before. But I could never get her to say why. Can you tell me?" General Iroh asked coming back to the table.
"Yes, tomorrow is the day her mother died. She's probably thinking about that. Even though its the same time as her birthday," Mako answered.
"Not just that. I can tell you what she's thinking. Whore, winch, useless cow. There is nothing to celebrate. Even after all these years. All that echoes in her brain is the things society burned into her. Plus without a birth in general there is no reason she sees to celebrate being in this world," Docra responded.
"What do you mean no birth? And why would she think those things?!" Korra shouted across the table
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)Fan Fiction for the Unconvinced2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
Hannah's TaleDay OneHannah's Tale5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After talking to Alex, my fiance, I returned to the Darknight booths to take Beth's place at the register while she went on break. Todd's instincts about this year's Kubla Con had been right. The line of people waiting to buy stuff was quite long. I expected to be busy.
I'd only been at it for a few minutes however, when Randal tapped me on the shoulder.
"Todd wants to see you. He's with Amy. I think it's time for you to change," he said.
He was trying to supress a grin. Todd has a reputation as a joker, so I got suspicious.
"All right, what's he up to this time?"
"I can't say, but it has to do with you hating sushi."
"Oh Lord." I rolled my eyes. I would have grilled Randal further, but I didn't want to keep the customers waiting in line. Todd had made a fuss some time ago about me not liking sushi, and didn't seem to want to drop it. Well, one doesn't introduce a girl (or anyone else for that matter) to something new by plopping a tentacle down on her plate. If he had started
Katara CapturedKatara sat in the saddle on Appa's back thinking about Haru , the Earth bender that she had just waved goodbye to. she was sure that she was doing the right thing in standing by her promise to Aang.Katara Captured4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was brought back from her daydreams by a large and highly audible yawn from her brother.
"Keeping you up Sokka?"
"Actually yes," he replied. "Finally paying attention?"
"what do you mean?"
"that was the third time I've yawned. it must have been a good daydream!"
Ignoring him, but blushing, Katara turned to Aang and said very quickly, "shall we stop and make camp for the night, down there looks good," pointing blindly at the ground rushing past them. Chuckling, Aang steered Appa downwards.
With the boys busy sorting their sleeping bags and making a fire - by hand, if only Aang had learned to Fire Bend already - Katara had decided to fetch their night's water from the nearby stream.
She was bending the water into the buckets she had brought which meant her back was turn
Beach SceneBeach Scene2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maiden, linger, thou art fair
Long hours I have watched you, there.
Just beyond the waves I rule,
Feet just touching this tide pool.
Tide came out, came in with me.
Now you look, and now can see,
Me the prince, unroyally,
Begging you to speak, gently.
You stay! I smile, my surging tail
Stirs this pool to froth, I flail.
Like the dolphin, I deploy
All my strength in life, and joy.
You do not run, nor shrink from me,
Creature, ruler, of the sea.
And I linger in your gaze.
You, in turn, enthrall, amaze.
Shall I tell you of my quest?
You have granted me no rest.
Seeing you walk past on land
Made me wish to run, to stand.
Both of us share sun and sky.
I linger, I hear you sigh.
Staring toward the setting sun.
Have you friends here? I see none.
Dreams can come where longings start.
You have crept into my heart
By some means I can't divine
I am mad to make you mine.
This, just this, the starting test.
I appear, you stay at rest.
You scream not, nor flee the sight
Of what my