Fallen AngelWas it the controls that were unresponsive, or his own limbs? It was becoming hard to tell between them.Fallen Angel4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Another blow shook the machine, and his bones. The one camera that had remained functional went blank, throwing the cockpit into almost total darkness, save for the incessant blinking of warning lights. Coolant, ammunition, left arm jammed, hull breach, right arm not functioning the CPU's attempt to gently inform the occupant that said limb had been ripped from the rest of the frame fission drive jettisoned...thankfully life support was holding up.
Freefall seemed so tempting now.
A final blow struck and he lurched forwards, despite the restraints doing their best to hold him in position. Something clicked in his shoulder, followed by brief, searing pain, and then...nothing. He slumped back in his harness as the world around him, such as it was, became a blur of flying colours; the ringing in his ears drowning out even the loud crash and the scream of tortured metal. F
ComputerComputer12 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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Meeting UpYou: so...Meeting Up6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You: I was thinking
You: maybe we could y'know
You: meet up in person, soon
Your heart pounds as the 'Sean is typing...' message in the chat box appears and lingered for what felt like an eternity.
Sean: I'd thought you'd never ask. How about we get some dinner tomorrow?
Tomorrow! Such short notice, but you've been chatting with this guy for months now. Things have been going so well, you'd do anything to see him.
You: sure! I'd really love to
You: just name the time and place and I'll be there
Your words project confidence, but behind the keyboard your fingers tremble. It's been a long time since you've felt a connection this strong with someone. So many nights chatting into the wee hours of the morning, so many discovered common interests. He could really be the one, as cheesy as that sounds.
Sean: Alright, I know a great steakhouse down on State. Meet me there at like 6?
You: sounds per
DW: Thunderstorm It was a gloomy morning. The dark belly of the sky was heavy with moisture. It spewed out rain in bitter waves, soaking everything in its foul temper. Water poured off of the rooftops and crashed into deep puddles below. Thin yellow grass bent underneath the opposing storm, trembling slightly in the downpour. The sidewalk was caked in fog, unable to escape the seeping coldness of the rain. Even the trees stooped to avoid enraged cracks of lightning that streaked across the sky, and easily snapped and scorched whatever stood against it. The streetlights remained an eerie warmth in the otherwise despairing scene. A few soaked moths clung hopelessly to the lamps, and would occasionally give up and drop into the flood below.DW: Thunderstorm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A group of children in brightly colored raincoats congregated around a gray bus stop sign. They chattered and laughed and howled like chimps. They were completely oblivious to the fierce downpour, save f
Game Industry Advice4studentsI was asked by an aspiring 3d artist who was about a year from actually attending college, for some advice about the gaming industry and this is what I had to say to her. She was specifically thinking about going to Digipen, which is the same college I went to. But the advice applies to just about any school that offers a program in "video game' 3d art.Game Industry Advice4students5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, there are a few things I'd suggest you do, if you have the goal of being a 3D Artist in the gaming industry.
First off, you need to really decide if you want to aim for the gaming industry or production film 3d.
Most schools that offer degrees in 3D Animation could go either way. The big animation projects that they all have you do are big prerendered, storyboarded 3d animated sequencees - which is obviously much more along the lines of film production. The limitations and techniques used in a planed out, storyboarded 30sec/1-2min animation are entirely different from the limitations and techniques used
Human Experiences 3Human Experiences 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Touko awoke to find herself in a small tent, a cool breeze blowing in through the open flap. Forcing her eyes to adjust to the harsh light of day, she sat up and surveyed her surroundings. Sitting behind her, rocking back and forth idly, was her Darmanitan. Every so often he would exhale, letting out a puff of balmy air, heating the tent as effectively as a fire would.
"Thanks, pal," she said drowsily. Her Darmanitan soaked up the complement and let out a small cry of happiness. She reached over and stoked its head lazily as she tried to piece together everything that had happened to make her feel so utterly tired.
The memory of the previous day's events hit her like a blow to the stomach. Had she really accomplished so much in such a short span of time? Curiosity got the better of her and pushed her to her feet. Her back let out a weary pop as she stood and her legs seemed to creak and moan under her weight. The pain in her muscles was excruciating as she forced
Princely Love pt 10Prince Kassanova looked at him once more, not as glaring and not as angry, but still cold. "Some how I doubt that, very strongly in fact." It had been a while but again the prince's gift of seeing through people and seeing their true intentions was slightly reacting, this time to the knight next to him. The prince got up off the bed and went to his pet Snow Leopard, Yuki, and picked him up. "Anyway...you have duties to attend to do you not?" The prince walked over to the large closet, just to look around inside. "I suggest you see to that now, I shall be fine here."Princely Love pt 104 years ago in Drama More Like This
Aoi went over to the closet as well, wrapping an arm around Nova to stop him from his actions. His other hand grabbed at the leopards body, slowly and gently removing it from the prince's hands and setting it aside on the floor. Something about his body language said he wasn't going to leave, he had no intentions to. "And 'I' suggest you do as I say alright prince?" Aoi demanded quietly, his body tense and rigid for some re
Pizza Grease EpiphaniesDean's fingers, coated generously with residual oil and gripping onto a sizable piece of pepperoni pizza, are halfway to the trek from the greasy pizza box to his mouth when he gets smacked with an epiphany more startling than a shotgun blast to his knee and realizes that he and Sam are made for each other.Pizza Grease Epiphanies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean lives a life of knocking on Death's door and then proceeding to initiate an impromptu game of hide and seek, winner takes all, on a weekly basis. He makes enemies and then kills the ones he can track down, while the rest are on the same quest with him as the target. He's bought more pairs of jeans than a teenage hipster and ruined every single pair with either irreparable rips or stains of blood that vaguely associated Dean with the label of sociopath and couldn't be written off as tomato sauce anymore. He has too many scars to count them all on his fingers and toes combined, and he knows what it's like to feel a bullet sink into his flesh. And yet, all that agony aside,
My Saving GraceDean Winchester was going to die alone. That kind of pissed him off. Sammy should be here to save his ass instead of fucking around Stanford. Be that as it may, he wasn't there and now Dean wasn't going to live to see his twenty-sixth birthday.My Saving Grace3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It all started with one of the most simple salt and burn runs Dean had ever seen. Tucker Jones had been dead for ten years but that didn't stop him from haunting his twenty year old daughter. After investigating Dean had figured the ghost was mostly harmless, all bark and no bite, and very easily dealt with.
He was very much right, because less than twenty-four hours after Dean had arrived in the little no-name podunk town he had the grave dug up, and the bones properly salted and covered in gasoline. He stood at the edge of the grave and struck a match, dropping it in and watching the flames consume the old corpse. Dean smirked to himself, he'd already paid for two nig
Over the Moon : One ShotIt was your usual tragic tale: a bastard child is born out of wedlock, and the loving couple dumps the poor baby at an orphanage. Shortly thereafter, they split up because they couldn't bear the reminder of what they had done, which they got every time they looked at one another. Well, that's what I assumed had happened, at least. It's not like I hoped that had happened. I wasn't bitter, after all. Actually, I quite hoped that they had gotten married and lived happily ever after, perhaps having a child or two they actually intended to keep.Over the Moon : One Shot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ayup. I was the little bastard. Like I said, though, I didn't harbor any bitter feelings or resentment or none of that! Actually, I was quite content with my life in the orphanage. I didn't even really find the tale of myself all that tragic, either. It was everyone else who seemed to see such tragedy when they looked at me. Then again, it may have been more my bloodline that they felt was so tragic.
Mixed racial couples didn't go over very well, an
Making it to Ever After 2"Guilty." The word rang in my ears, along with the sound of the gavel hitting the desk. All I could do was stare; I had been waiting for this for years, but never expected it to truly happen. Never expected one of my nightmares to actually go to prison not even Roger, who had put me in the wheelchair I was in now. Casted up, and shaking, as I stared ahead, wordless as others around me celebrated, some with cries of joy, others with tears of relief.Making it to Ever After 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had no words, not even as my father embraced me, hiding my face in his chest as I cried, my body shaking with the revelation that they were gone, and I was finally safe. Broken and bruised, but safe it was a relief and a shock at the same time. Something I would have to get used to, and gladly at that. Finally, I would get to live with just my father, and never have to see Yuri again in my lifetime
Pulling away from my father, I looked around the court to finally take in who had attended the trial, smiling as I saw friends
Talking Backwards Ch. 3A/N: Remus and Sirius slashTalking Backwards Ch. 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word Count: 1,720
"Sirius?" asked a concerned Remus.
The boy looked at him, "Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay. You look kind of spaced out."
"Sey. M'i enif."
By now they had made their way to Gryffindor Tower and were greeted by the other two Marauders. "What were you guys doing?" asked James giving Remus a little nudge.
Remus pushed his arm, "Nothing. I was talk-"
The four boys turned around to see Lily Evans running over to them. She stopped in front of Remus with a smile.
"Hi, Lily," Remus smiled. "What did you need?"
"Yes, my Lily Flower," interrupted James, who moved in front of Remus. "Why do you need our little friend? I'm sure I could be more helpful." He gave her his best 'Date-Me' smile.
Lily rolled her green eyes and pushed James away. "Well, Remus, there's a Prefect Meeting before dinner right now. I wanted to know if you wanted to walk with me."
"I would love to, Lily." He stuck out his arm and she took it. The
.Z-P: Mission 2_Final.+.Z-P: Mission 2_Final.+3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sander's scrums and struggles to get free suddenly stopped as he stared up at the Global Government soldier in surprise or disbelieve, though he figured it was probably both. Riley watched as the small infected paused trying to register the words even giving a quick glance he's way to make sure he heard the same thing.
"You... don't want to fight anymore?" Sander asked he's eyes narrowing.
The guard shook he's head with a dim-witted grin on he's face and released Sander to perhaps prove he's point. The hummingbird swiftly came flying back to the other two infected hovering next to the dark haired girl. The GG guardian then crossed he's arms; a serious look coming across he's face, that Riley could only guess was the man's 'thinking face'.
"You have defeated me--"
"Wasn't very hard..." Sander commented in the background. Riley swatted he's tail toward the bird, missing of course do to Sander's incredible dodging speed. But he was sure the message to be quiet was understo
Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 4It was probably his worst fear coming true, and there was nothing Arthur could do but sit there and watch as Merlin shivered beneath the various blankets he had put over him. He was sick, there was no denying that. His beloved servant was sick and there was no way he could get better without help from Gaius. The change from healthy to sick seemed to almost happen overnight, but it could have been worse he just had to keep telling himself that.Same Coin -ArthurMerlin- Ch 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Arthur?" The soft voice asked him and the prince's gaze was almost instantly on Merlin, the boy's head in his lap. Merlin's fingers reached up to touch his cheek, his blue-gray eyes staring into Arthur's bright blue ones. "Arthur I'll be fine, you don't need to watch over me every second you're allowed to rest you know."
He did know, but he just didn't want to leave the cave just in case Merlin did need him. "Yes Merlin I do know that, but I'm not going to leave you alone in here. If we leave the cave, we're riding back to Camelot. Tog
You Shine BrighterCastiel found Dean in Bobby's salvage yard, slamming his foot into the door of an old crumbled car, over and over and over again.You Shine Brighter3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Dean, what are you doing?"
Dean spun, and Cas was slightly surprised he wasn't limping from the pounding he'd given the car.
"Cas What are you doing here?"
"I felt you were distressed."
"Oh," Dean glanced over his shoulder at the car. "Yeah, well, I guess I kind of am."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, quizzical expression on his face. "Is Sam ok?" the angel asked, knowing Dean reacted violently if his brother wasn't in perfect condition.
Dean let out a sigh, running a hand through his short hair. "Yeah, he's fine. Bobby's fine too."
"Then what is wrong?"
The hunter was silent, jaw clenched tight. He wasn't making eye contact with Castiel, but the angel could see a tell-tale wetness in their green depths, and a miniscule waver in his full lips. Cas was so intent on noticing these ti
I'm a what? chapter 3"Dude, this has gotta stop," I threw my pen across the room at the wall frustrated with Sam. He kept on switching the tabs I was in and closing them. It had been going on for several hours. After the three hundredth time, it was starting to get annoying. "How the hell am I suppose to figure out what's going on when you're messing with me?"I'm a what? chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam: Then use my laptop not me.
I shrugged knowing he couldn't see me. It was like Sam was three years old again when he was really bored while we were driving cross-country going from hunt to hunt with Dad. I had only been seven; but, God he was annoying three year old. We'd see a cow and he'd ask, why is the cow black and brown Dean?
Why is the grass green?
What happened to the sun? Why isn't it up with the moon?
This went on for hours and hours a day. Right now, it was like that all over again. I wanted to punch him in the face then. I also wanted to punch him in the face right now. However, there was one problem, if I
I'm a what?"Sammy!" I shouted wanting Sam to duck out of the way before it was too late. I wasn't sure if he heard me because the next thing I know, he's flown across the room and I'm attached to the wall by the friggin' by the witch we were hunting. It's a pain in the ass 'cuz I was trying to hunt to the bitch but it wasn't working.I'm a what?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I attempt to unattached myself from the wall to see if Sam is alright. He's laying on the floor of the room against a bookcase not moving. We're in a study that has the usually things, desk, computer, bookshelf, filing cabinet and whatnot. I'm currently pinned to the wall behind the desk and in-between two windows. Sam is laying on the floor across from me. The witch looks back at me then to Sam and an evil smile appears on her face. "Whatever you're planning bitch, don't try it." I growl trying to break the hold on the wall.
She looks back at Sam who has started to stir. "I'd watch your mouth. If I remember correctly, you're the one attached to the wall." She spits
Ten Years Too Long"Sam, I don't understand why I should go to this thing," Dean bitched as he buttoned his shirt up.Ten Years Too Long3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because," Sam said from the hallway. "You haven't seen most of those people in ten years."
"Yeah? There's a reason for that Sammy," Dean said as he pulled his jacket on. Sam came around the doorframe then, a massive bitchface in place.
"Dean, I know you don't want to go because you're going to have to see him. Also, put on your tie."
Dean scowled. "This has nothing to do with him. And no, I'm not wearing a tie, it makes me feel like a douche. Besides, the open collar look is in."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You have to stop watching Project Runway. Listen though, seriously. I know it's not going to be easy seeing him after ten years, but you have to. It's the mature thing to do."
"Since when am I supposed to do the mature thing?" Dean asked, pushing past Sam and down the sta
The Wings In The Windows - DestielWhen Dean Winchester was four years old, he stood at his mother's funeral in a suit and tie. At such an age, not many children would fully understand the depth of the situation or the complexity, but Dean was a clever child. He understood many things, most definitely including the tremendously sad fact that he would never see his mother again.The Wings In The Windows - Destiel3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every so often, Dean's gaze wandered to his feet, with his black dress shoes sinking into the maroon carpet of the room provided by the funeral home. Maroon is quite the dark color, because never would a bright color be appropriate for a funeral, and Dean understood this as well. The room was somber, yet warm, with its mahogany walls and carpet of a similar shade. The lights were dim as were the feelings of every man and woman in that room, including the four year old and his baby brother. The final, somber touch was the mahogany coffin that was placed in the front of the room, with the beautiful blonde woman lying still inside it.
Out of all of
Creature-Race creation sheetSpeciesCreature-Race creation sheet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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