What are the chances 5What are the chances 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three months later
"MOTHER FUCKER GABE!" Sam screamed as she sat in the bathroom, after another week of being sick and her noticed her stomach had stretched, Sam put two and two together and went out and got 5 different pregnancy's tests and without telling Dean (because him and Castiel are too damn busy screwing each other in the back of the impala in fields and in other motel rooms) she tried them all and all said the same thing she was pregnant "GABRIEL GET YOUR FEATHERY ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" she screamed not caring she could wake up the sleep occupants next door, a small breeze and Sam knew Gabriel was in the next room, "Get in here." Sam said through grated teeth.
The candy loving angel walked in view standing in the door way with a lolly in his mouth, "Yeah did I forget to say there was like 99% possibly that when we mated that you could get pregnant especially with the extra Grace." He said "Lolly!" he smiled holding one out for Sam,
Hades and Its Star SystemHades and Its Star System3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Hades and its Star system
Hades, or Typhid C, is a large rocky planet that orbits an F-class star from 1.8 AU away. It has a diameter of 37500 miles (60350 km) and is 3.4 times as massive as Earth. Due to this, its gravitational pull is 1.5 times as strong as ours. It's year is about 1021 earth days (2.8 years), and it completes a full rotation in 54 hours. Its average atmosphere is made out of:
-5% Nitrogen dioxide
-6% water vapor
-trace amounts of various other types of chemicals.
Due to the immense amounts of water vapor and Carbon dioxide, the average temperature on Typhid C is 110 degrees Fahrenheit. But the powerful gravitational pull causes the planet to have an air pressure of 4 atmospheric units at sea level. The planet's large axial tilt (34.209°) causes quick large seasonal swings, although the thick atmosphere partially reduces the temperature changes. Ultimately, this causes torrential rain to pour down from the sky d
The Author's VanityDescriptions mean nothing. I could sit here and describe for you a million fairytale paradises, a thousand grimy streets, a hundred marble banquet halls. I could paint you a picture of weather- one so real you can taste the heavy warmth of the thunderstorm on the horizon, feel the plump droplets melt against you skin, see the erie yellow light that turns all the houses into paper cut-outs of themselves. I can carry you into the heart of a raging blizzard, leave you there to be bitten and gnawed by frozen, invisible jaws- the screaming fangs that dig deep into your bones-The Author's Vanity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I could take you out again, pluck you up with agile fingers- ones that know their craft- ones that never feel a need to hesitate or tremble. Perfect fingers comprised of words alone, built with layers of understanding and strengthened by ignorance. In these fingers- in these hands- you will feel safe and I shall feel strong, and I shall lift you up and out of the storm I have created, and la
LONELYLONELY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I feel...LONELY is the best word to describe me...
Funny, how a six letter word,
Can describe a whole person...
It's not like I have no friends or family that care,
I know they are always there for me...
But that feeling...
It will always be there nagging at me...
I honestly don't know if it will ever go away.
Like a lone wolf, I watch them with longing eyes.
Don't let LONELY...
Become the only word to describe me...
Raven Wolf.02.The Oracle.C01Raven Wolf.02.The Oracle.C013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note: Book 2 in Raven Wolf series. If you have not read book 1 then be sure to use the links to the chapters below.
The great animal spirits had blessed the humans with a second chance, giving man the form of beasts so that they may survive the wilderness that the world had become.
Man lived in the roll that nature had intended for them, but few forgot the life that had once belonged to them; as man who stood above all else.
The many who would seek this old life began to fill the tasks needed to return to it, the few who accepted the new lives the spirits had given to them did not agree with this, and the beasts that were once man were split into two, the beginning of prosperity also bringing with it the division of man.
Those that returned to the prosperous race they once were able to live comfortably with their innovations, travel greater distances in their lifetimes because of their machines, live longer because of their study in medicines and illnesses,
A Kappa Named CucumberI was once friends with a kappa named Cucumber.A Kappa Named Cucumber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We met on a Saturday. It had rained Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday!
Come Saturday it was still raining, so I put on my yellow boots and jacket; and I took an umbrella, a bucket, and some cucumber sandwiches; and went down the lane to collect frogspawn.
Along the way I splashed through every puddle, but thanks to the yellow boots my feet stayed nice and dry.
When I got to the pond, I saw something floating on the water. It had big green eyes, so I thought it was a frog. But as I came closer it suddenly spoke!
“I know it well, that human smell.”
It wasn't a frog at all… it was a little girl! She was standing in the pond and looking at me with her huge, round eyes, green as green. She had long, red hair and a lily pad on top of her head.
“If you don’t get out of the rain, you’ll catch cold” I told her, and I offered her my umbrella. But the girl shook her head.
Water.coloursWeren't you always fond of colours ?Water.colours5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You liked to see the world
as an infinite canvas
on which invisible brushes
stroked the likeness of earthly wonders
― But then you also loved
The melodies of the rain
drowning even the silence
erasing all that
had a colour
grey grey grey
Won't you lift your eyes ?
Won't you look outside ?
Faux GeniusI am not a genius.Faux Genius2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have an IQ around 150
They were going to move me up two years in grade school
but decided not to because of my anxieties
(and problems socializing).
At 8 I was writing and drawing years ahead of my classmates,
At 11 I was doing college-level math.
I have no trophies
to prove this.
I studied physics
but my heart wasnt in it,
so I switched to art,
(my first love),
ended up with a day job,
(dull but reliable).
I have an invisible handicap
thats with me wherever I go,
(like a wheelchair most people cant see).
I feel strongest when alone,
(which is most of the time).
My diabetes, back problems,
(and gut issues),
mean Im in some pain everyday,
(and Im tired a lot).
I used to be in pieces,
(conflicting with each other),
but I feel whole again.
My inspiration has returned,
(after many years hibernating),
and I grow daily.
I am not a genius,
(not a true one),
but I hope some light shines through
The PlaylistOne of the things I always liked about Sonama was their rooms weren't clinically cold. None of the stark white cabinetry and walls I saw at other places I had checked out. While they all used the standard beds and plants, Sonama felt more natural. Like stepping into the guest room at a quaint bed and breakfast, with warm textured walls and overstuffed duvets surrounded by small floral print curtains. My room had colorful quilts piled on top of an antique armchair besides a mirrored dresser, with stuffed bears and quirky knick-knacks crowded into all four corners. The plants and flowers were real, too, and you could smell their freshly watered soil, although they did little to mask the strong scent of over-bleached sheets.The Playlist1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn’t mind that, though.
I always loved the smell of bleach. It reminded me of childhood summers spent in the swimming pools at the bath and tennis club, diving for quarters and playing Marco Polo, splashing and screaming amid a sea of agitated adults. And th
From the Winter's AshesFrom the Winter's Ashes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An era seemed to have passed since he had last come planet-side. No, not just an era, but several. It was as if entire histories had been written and then wiped out, erased so thoroughly by the ceaseless, all consuming tides of nature. Had that much time actually passed? It didn't feel like it, But maybe...
As he swept down into the drifting sands of a desert, just one among many that dotted the surface, their presence like a plague threatening to swallow all else, he felt a shock of realisation... that little mount, that crumbling tower of stone... he KNEW this place, or rather he had once known it. There had been an ocean out there in the west where now stood a murky lake, and on its shores.. there had been a city, right here at its shore, with those towering skyscrapers rising above all else, and its lights shining across the ocean waters like beacons, summoning all lost souls to the warmth and comfort of its safe harbors, to run free in its twisted lairs.
But all that was gone, all
Just us.We walk down the unlit street together. You with your heavy, hastened steps, me quietly drifting along behind you. I like when you work late. I do. You're so much more receptive to me when we're alone like this. And I admit, I like having your attention.Just us.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Thank you for walking with me, Mr. Nolen." My girlish voice is just a whisper on the air.
You stiffen and glance behind you before letting out a nervous breath. "It's nothing," you murmur.
"It's nippy out tonight." My breath comes out as a soft, white mist. You shiver as your eyes dart in my direction and I see you pull up your collar, perspiration dotting your furrowed brow as the temperature drops considerably. You start whistling to yourself.
I know you're bothered by my presence. It shows in the way you walk, in the way you try to pretend I'm not there. I'm nothing to you but a problem, I know.
"Remember when we first met?" I inquire, whirling around you in airy circles, not caring if you care. You've
Fight or Flight?I have just a moment, one tiny moment to prepare. I meet his gaze from across the room and my response is instantaneous. My eyes dilate, heart racing, muscles tensing and a blush across my cheeks. He smirks, probably thinking I’m aroused.Fight or Flight?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a way, he's right.
Fight or Flight?
I feel like an animal in this moment, like a rat who will try to escape when threatened and only fight if cornered. Perhaps I could stand perfectly still or play dead in hopes that my predator loses interest...
I rather wish I was a fish right now- one that could swim away or change color to camouflage myself.
And therein lays the problem. I am not entirely sure I what I want.
Oh yes, I want him. His allure is like none another before and that scares me. He makes me want things I've never wanted before. He's young and cocky, ruggedly handsome, someone who I thought was so beyond me. Someone who makes me feel beautiful and sexy, wanted.
And I hardly know him...
What am I doing here?
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
Beauty Has A Price.To say designer children are beautiful is an understatement. Their skin is the pale cream of an August sunset, dusted with a soft pink blush. Their hair falls in cascades of lustrous blonde curls, their bright blue eyes accented by a fringe of thick, dark lashes. Their noses are slender. Their lips are plump. Their bodies are curved to perfection. And as if to give the finger to us common folk, they are gifted with creativity and intelligence.Beauty Has A Price.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is maddening, really.
I watch them as they huddle together with their white teeth smiles, their soprano laughter carrying on the air. The sound reminds me of shattering glass. Sweet, playful tinkles, like wind chimes smashed in a tempest. I’ve shattered a lot of glass.
From the cradle they are bonded, one to another, sharing a common point of genetic creation in the test tubes at DK Labs, incubated by a team of god-like engineers who prefer to call the process ‘prefection.’ It figures they're all close friends.
I like to ca
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.Algiz1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
ArcticThere was a girl that walked the streets with dragons at her heels.Arctic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She caught iridescent scales from the sky to make them into necklaces.
Wearing shells on the forehead and bones in her hair, she avoided the living.
Flesh was to her a forbidden world of rubies and of shed blood rushing.
The wooden girl reflected upon the bedroom window never became real.
She was as weightless as the foam that stays in the nooks of the green river.
One day she blew dandelion seeds and felt dizzy as the sky entered her.
She woke up sailing with the Moon within the silver tinted clouds.
The roads twisted beneath her unsteady feet like dying dark snakes.
The spruce branches whispered the way in forgotten tongues.
Shooting stars turned the needle of her compass back North.
She collapsed on the bedrock under the dark vault of the sky.
The world was covered in clouds of ash as saints sinned.
She could feel fires lit in abysses cracking open the earth.
In the mountains lightning struck pre
HypocrisyI.Hypocrisy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a night of balloons and 'Sweet Sixteen' streamers, pink glitter and roses, a live band pounding out dance music. Girls in tight satin party dresses and boys in suits mingled outside by the pool, drinking punch out of wine glasses under a dazzling star-lit night.
You were there in a dark corner, your pained blue eyes looking so uncomfortable and lost - that I felt lost too when I saw them. Funny that before that moment, I'd never really noticed you at all, but your pain brought you into existence and I couldn't help but linger beside you.
"Do you ever feel like this isn't you?" you asked as the means to your introduction.
"It isn't," I admitted.
You nodded as if you already knew that, hand reaching up to swipe the black bangs from your eyes, shyness painted on your face as you looked away. I wanted you to look back. I didn't know very much about you, other than you were the son of one of my father's golf buddies and you'd gone to a public school.
The Egyptian SituationThe Egyptian Situation3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
this is for the record, this how I see things, this is me!
& most importantly, this is for my interested friends & acquaintances from abroad, I'll not be dragged into a debate with one of the 85 million fellow Egyptians!
not because I favor a foreign intervention into my country's affairs neither because I'm unable to refute any arguments,
but because I want things to be less distorted for some of you watching us through "bias" media & to avoid another useless debate like the ones taking place here.
what did happen?
■ a "very" short background: 1970-2010
since 1970 & with introduction of regime-controlled-free-market (!) Egypt had been rotten away into corruption & ignorance.
if you want to remotely imagine the situation just take what happened to USSR after 1991 then multiply it by 20 (as we had a 20 years head-start).
& the worst part, it was unanimous, everybody is in it someway or another.
& political life was no different.
have you ever seen a documentary where they make
It Began With Ashes - Blurb.Wroge has not seen war for twelve years, not since the Arneuton invasion. The Arneut rule, the Keltir serve, and the Vikir and Narz remain in exile. The blood of four races belongs to the earth of one land.It Began With Ashes - Blurb.2 years ago in Settings More Like This
But what if blood was to run again?
Draven Reinhardt is a man with a nightmare of a past, dreaming of a better future. He paid his dues in blood and coin, settling for a quieter life, a better life. Gone are the knocks at the door from his past. But what happens when the future comes knocking?
Like any boy, Kale wants to follow in his father's footsteps – if only he knew what they were. It's hard enough to find his own feet in the walk of life, without knowing where he came from.
The walk of life is a lonely one for an outsider, Astartes will vouch for that. Raised a tax collector's son, and born of foreign blood, he searches for a friend who will overlook the divide.
Divided, four races stand. United, someone will fall. Will the past shape the future, or can blood be washed clean?
LatinThere is light at the back of my head, a globe within a nest of glowing loops of hair. A premonition in the shape of a ghost biting its tail, tin cast by mistake in the shape of quicksilver lost in the mangrove forest of my brain.Latin1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I walk with the will-of-the-wisps through cities covered in flowering moss, past contours of bicycles and reclining giants, carefully avoiding deep puddles while listening to the jackdaws rushing out of the maple trees.
I hold a world inside an egg within my belly, tightly closed flower buds changing colour as they grow. My eyes turn into the blue and blinding white of midday sea. The skies are pierced by spears decorated with crowns.
We have trapped the petal-eared ones in silver cages designed to stand any weather. Some of them are made of orchids, others of seashells and these days they can also be woven out of thin air.
Where dragons die biting their tails and the last unicorn blinks its unseeing crystal eye, rings the sound of the victory horn.
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Butt SmackButt Smack4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first person to come off the huge dragon headed ship was a girl in an orange shirt about my age. She had this fierce expression and the way she moved screamed that she was looking for something. Her curly blonde hair reflected the sunlight and as she got closer she had these dangerous gray eyes. Minerva eyes, the same ones that every other Minerva demigod has. Except these pairs threw more daggers than the knife that hung at her side.
Her eyes searched frantically around the whole camp. Behind her, more teenagers were docking the ship. When her eyes rested on me, they stayed on me. The way she stared at me was intimidating, but familiar. She started walking towards me until there were only a few feet separating us. I felt like the air around me was growing thicker and thicker, she was silent. He eyes haven't left my own, she was waiting for me to speak.
I cleared my throat because I felt like I built up a bunch of phlegm in a couple of seconds. I waved pathetically and said, "Hey,"
Why I oppose spankingTW: Mild self-harmWhy I oppose spanking1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I was spanked as a child. I was a well-behaved youngster who needed little discipline and was generally obedient and respectful to the best of my ability. I can probably count the number of times I was spanked on my fingers. I was not scarred for life by this ordeal, I am well-adjusted, and I have never reacted by being violent to others. To all appearances, I am a testament to the value of the practice of spanking.
And yet, I oppose it. Vehemently.
This was not always so. For most of my life, I assumed that spanking was a generally useful practice that taught kids to expect consequences to their actions. It promoted personal responsibility, I was told, and enforced respect. I fully expected that I would spank my own children (hopefully not often). I further expected that children who were not spanked would likely be unruly, disrespectful, and lack a sense of responsibility and self-control.
However, as I began to