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
:_code "In Thought"#IFNDEF here:_code "In Thought"10 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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Meeting UpYou: so...Meeting Up7 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
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
ComputerComputer12 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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
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 Grace4 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
Strep"Dean!" Cas's voice came out scratchy and pained. He felt weak and was running a fever, but he ran across the compound anyway, catching up with Dean as he turned curious eyes on Cas.Strep4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean asked, frowning.
"Dean - I think I'm dieing." He barely got the words out - talking felt like swallowing pins and nails.
"Whoa," Dean said, holding up a hand, stepping back from Cas as he stepped forward. "Stay away from me. I don't want your disease."
"Do you know what's wrong with me?" Cas croaked. In his two-thousand-plus years he'd felt a variety of psychic pains which were indescribable. But he had never felt like this.
"Does your throat hurt? Like it's getting ripped apart every time you talk or swallow?"
"Yeah, I know what's wrong with you," Dean muttered. "I recognize that voice. When we were kids Sam had strep like five times in two years. I had to take care of him."
Turning his eyes down, Dean's brow creased. Cas could almost see memories passing over
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
All Too FamiliarDisclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.All Too Familiar3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He summons him, and it was stupid. Predictable.
The devil possesses a light step. Light as a feather.
"You wanted to see me, Sam?"
Sam looks into Lucifer's eyes and almost recoils in disgust at the feigned sympathy and the sheer arrogance shining there, but the cavernous loneliness lurking in their depths is all too familiar.
Lucifer said that they were one and the same, and Sam was going to prove him wrong. Today.
He then silently prayed for God's mercy. For Him to remove this demon from sight.
Instead, he was left alone with Lucifer's dangerous eyes.
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. 34 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
Understanding Pain, part 1Atop the highest tower of Heaven's Infirmary, where moonbeams and drops of sunlight merge together and the air hummed with the chorus of electricity rather than songs that praised the Father, Raphael observed the great expanse of his home with a rare feeling of peace.Understanding Pain, part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been too long since he last experienced such a thing; usually, Father would hold a meeting with the archangels and they would discuss 'The Things That Passed' and 'The Things That Have Yet To Come.' Oftentimes, they were given specific, monumental tasks to be carried out straight away, although the work put into them could last centuries. And if Father was being silent and aloof, there were almost always wounded soldiers in desperate need of treatment.
Not today though. Today, all was well in Heaven. He closed his eyes and basked in his solitude
Then a scream shook the entire tower.
"Hold him down! Hold him down!" a voice echoed a few levels below.
"Steady Careful, his wings could jut out at any moment.
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 44 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 Brighter4 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
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
Pip and Damien :: Intro 1Pip and Damien :: Intro 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Introduction 1: Pip
The blonde British teen named Pip Pirrip stared up at the starry night sky as he sat down on a bench in front of Stark's Pond. He brushed the strands of his hair that fell from the front of the dark gray beret to rest in front of his golden eyes. He loved clear summer nights, it gave him a chance to not only actually wear a red t-shirt with his usual dark gray shorts, but it allowed him to just relax and clear his mind. That's what he'd miss whenever he had to go to England for college in only a few months - he had to live with his roommate near the university for a month before the semester began - the quiet summer nights of South Park, Colorado.
Pip lowered his head to look at the dirty pond in front of him. In the faint moonlight, the water looked black and beautiful with the bright green lily pads, some of which actually had pure white lilies on top of them. A light breeze blew past, sending the slightest ripples across the water. He smiled at the sight,
Harder Every Time: 6 YAOI ..... Jace woke up to the feel of warm hands against his bare sides, he blinked a few times, then rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, looking at the man sitting on top of him. Truthfully, he wasn't quite a man, just a bit bulkier than he was, with short brown hair and big teenage eyes. He blinked. "Oh... I did not think you would wake up." he replied with a smile.Harder Every Time: 6 YAOI4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ryan and Devyn awoke with a start as they heard the thump on the floor in the next room over, Jace's room. They crawled out of bed and walked over to the open door, peeking inside. "Jace...? You alright?" Devyn asked.
Jace was pulling his pj pants back up, a slightly satisfied look on his face; as much as he was capable of anyway. Travis was on the ground in pain.
Devyn sighed. "Hey, Travis. I didn't know you were back in town.
Evening Lotus part 1The hours of twilight were quickly turning into full-fledged night, the cold rain still falling. Baraceil still sat holding the quickly fading Vincent in his arms. Lucille and Salvador's bodies still lay in the street, along with the body of the hired hand.Evening Lotus part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Baraceil had tried everything he could think of to bring Vincent back from the brink of death, but to no avail. He had tried CPR, and any other means of resuscitation even trying to pull the bullet out of his lover. He had done everything he could think of everything except one idea that is.
Vincent wasn't dead yet but he was rapidly approaching it. If Baraceil didn't do something soon he would lose Vincent for good. So in a last ditch desperate effort to save Vincent's life he did the one thing he never wanted to do to his pet.
Baraceil leaned in close, opening his mouth just wide enough. As he did his canine teeth grew a little bigger and sharpened to a fine point. Baraceil sank his teeth into Vincent's neck. Upon doing this