Fallen AngelWas it the controls that were unresponsive, or his own limbs? It was becoming hard to tell between them.Fallen Angel3 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
echo Matt is not currently availible
;begin status block _
thoughts  = explode("I","I am tired of what _
I have never done. I _
want to find where I belong. I_
am looking so hard. I am waiting_
so long. I wish I hope I find I ne_
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I can be enough so that I can finally be the one.") _
rem defies laws of physics.
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
Meeting UpYou: so...Meeting Up4 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
DisillusionedDisillusioned2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
His lovely one.A young man sits in his room. It just so happens that today was his last day in school, for the rest of the year. Now he had time to focus, focus on the one thing more important to him than his own life.His lovely one.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He headed out his door and down the stairs. Pictures of him, his family, and his important one lined the walls. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his doorbell rung. "Right on time." He said as he opened the heavy door.
He opened the door, outside the cold air bit his pale skin harshly, easily pervading the safety of his woolen coat. On his doorstep, there were two packages, both addressed to him. Taking these packages, he closed the door and then headed into his basement.
The damp chilled air of the basement clung to his dark brown hair and nipped at his exposed hands. In the center of the room, there was a large crystalline structure. The crystal imprisoned his precious one far better than any man made prison, for it was not manmade, but made by the Fey.
The Fey, had made the cr
In Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other WomenA thigh gapIn Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other Women1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not a landmark
on a heart map.
Scars are stories.
fun days in
Tattoos a garden
of chosen flowers
and every hair
a blade of human grass.
Great ass is not
it’s a comment
on society socially objectifying.
it’s not the features in magazines
they airbrush up
but the little things
they photoshop off
that I love about you.
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
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
Blank EntryInspector Andel removed her contact screens and allowed herself a small sigh of nostalgia. She had borrowed a tablet from the archives department, and now weathered hands were flicking their way through cold case files. Hand-typed files. She'd almost forgotten that she used to deliver reports just like these.Blank Entry4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not the 20s any more, Andel. We don't use tablets."
Andel had been too absorbed to notice Dieter sneaking up on her until the overbearing git had pulled up a chair opposite. Dieter was tall, young, charismatic, and by all accounts was everything Andel was not.
"Cold cases," she said, with a lot less venom than she had intended, "It's the only way to view the reports."
Dieter leaned back and propped his feet up on her desk. "Ah yes, cold cases. Well I suppose you have to do something while your officers are out with the response teams."
She ignored the feet bouncing obtrusively at her. It was too late to say anything now – she had to pretend they never bothered h
The Belly of a WhaleThe belly of a whale is cleaner than you'd think. It's the seashore on a wet day: a red beach with red clouds and red sand. And the voice of the whale is the voice of God.The Belly of a Whale2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
God sings, "You were delicious."
"Spit me out." I'm on my knees, though my god cannot see inside itself to find my supplication satisfying. "I'm a wicked man. You don't want to devour wickedness, oh Lord. You'll be disgusted when you know you've devoured such a polluted thing."
"I will not," sings God.
"I've murdered a man."
"So have I."
"I've murdered a woman, too."
"So have I."
"She was pregnant."
God laughs. "The ship I sank held hundreds."
This calls for humility. I prostrate myself in the direction of God's mouth. "Oh Lord," I cry. "I can't compete with you. Truly you are a great tyrant, fearful and merciless. Had I only been given your bulk, oh Lord, I might have devoured whole ships as you have done."
God lurches. God rolls. God grumbles and coughs and hurls. I fly from his mouth in one heaving mess of kelp an
Carnivorous“I’m not one of them” she said.Carnivorous1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't reply. He only looked at her in a disdainful way, a branch of celery hanging from his mouth. Far from making the atmosphere lighter, the comical image of him crunching on vegetables while insulting her with his stare made her cringe.
“I’m not!” she said again.
“You know” he started - then took at moment to swallow his bite of celery - “I really don’t see why you’re trying to make excuses up.”
“Because you tied me to a chair!”
Her wrists hurt, and the plastic thread was cutting into her skin. She had been there for two hours, watching him eat celery, and trying to attract his attention to the fact she was not one of them.
“I swear to anything holy to you” she said, trying to move her hands – not because she hoped she could wriggle free, but because she needed to find a less painful position for them - “I am not one of them.”
_Knite_ : this way to paradiseIn the event that Minmin lives to join a band and become famous, and Kai and Sen elope to live together in some cozy loft overseas._Knite_ : this way to paradise3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Minny's not available right now, but she says she dedicates this to everyone who still has closet-skeletons to throw out. (PENNY, rhythm guitarist of SWALLOWINGS)
Hey, lost boys on a paradise lined with blue
Do you know where my star has fallen?
Even if you are not here
I pray my words will reach you
In the world where you are, can you see me?
Or am I just a part of your past?
There used to be a blind child
Who wished to see colors
Orange, yellow, purplepinkandblue
She wished to meet the painter
That brought her dreams every night
So she sent her star to him
And she's still waiting
When I sent you to chase after my dream
Maybe I wanted you to find the lost boy
Lying amongst its ruins
So you could keep him company
At the time I didn't know that by doing so
I was giving you to him
I could never share my stars
Once there was a naive girl
Who sat by her
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 572 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
Ode To Writer's BlockStaring at the piece of paperOde To Writer's Block1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the faintest idea
Of what to write, I sit
In my chair, pencil not moving
Madness gaining another step
I wonder how many mornings
Or perhaps it was evening time
When Frost sat down to write, that he-
Spent staring at the empty page
Clueless about subject matter
Writer's block, such bloody torment
Making a wanker out of me
Always appearing at my door
At a most inconvienant time
What a terrible patron
The Dragon User's Manual--THE DRAGON USER'S MANUAL--The Dragon User's Manual7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Congratulations on your purchase/birthday gift/illicit acquisition/blood barter of a CanonFire Corporation D-800 Personal Defense Unit! The PDU, or "Dragon", was invented over a thousand years ago, and it has been a faithful slave of humanity for more than fifteen non-consecutive years. By incorporating the latest in mana-synthesis technologies, today's dragon is better-equipped than ever to improve your life and keep your home smelling dragon-fresh.
Chapter 1 - Getting Started
Before you hatch your dragon from its OviTec Dragon Egg, make sure you have all of the following items:
(1) OviTec Dragon Egg
(1) CanonFire Cosmic Reaction Codex® Headset
(1) CanonFire Slavemaker® Inhibitor Collar
(1) Melee weapon (your choice)
(1) Hexagonal crank
(1) Dragon medallion
When you are ready to hatch the OviTec Dragon Egg, insert the hexagonal crank (A) into hole (B) (see fig. 1) and turn
Mr. FiveI checked my watch as I strolled down the halls of the Midvane Asylum. My supervising officer hadn't told me what I was walking into, unfortunately for me. A male nurse met me at the building office. His scrubs were smeared with what I assume was saliva, and his glasses were uneven on his face. He had no hair on his head, but there was a black soul patch staring at me from his chin.Mr. Five7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you here about Mr. Five?" the nurse scrawled across a clipboard as he spoke.
"Yes, the patient that we called about. You were told what the situation was, weren't you?"
The nurse sighed and nodded towards the door of the office and walked out. I followed him down the hall, struggling to keep his pace. He never looked up from his clipboard on our trip through the Asylum halls, even when he had to step around gurneys and patients. I kept the brim of my hat tipped forward throughout the walk. Something about the way crazy people stare, it unsettles me. The nurse tilted his head back towa
WillThey used to call it going to church. For about twenty years, just before I was born, they called it going to the mall. That was before the CCTV agencies got connected with the wiretap WATCH agencies in to one big network. They had to stop calling it that because CCTV confirmed none of the folks were at the mall when they said they were. Nowadays they just call it hanging out, but they never say where.Will1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Going to church isn't illegal. And neither is religion or believing in God or reading the Bible. Most everyone is Christian. But Grandpa says people forgot what it means. Grandpa wants me to know what it means. That's why he's going to take me to church.
Grandpa wants a lot for me, and I don't mind it. The only part I mind is keeping it secret. I want to tell my friends but Grandpa doesn't trust them. He tells me things he doesn't tell my brother, and that's the only reason I don't tell nobody, besides the fact that I'm afraid he'll stop his telling if I do, and I like to listen when he