ravine bonus story- hurrons taleravine bonus story- hurrons tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bear . Wolf, eagle. Always these beasts could turn the hunter into prey. Hurron knew this, it was a knowledge his father taught him well on his first bleeding of the snow.
Up in the cold you keep these three rulers in mind at all times, especially at the winters end, for wolf is still rabid with winters hunger. Bear awakens from its slumber sharing the same thought as the wolf, and northern eagles, they are always a threat. In time, they learned to wound their prey and watch it bleed to death. Yes, three ruled the mountains, but on the day of bleeding of the snow, they were all prey
Hurron pretended to be sleeping, while he watched his son standing guard by the fire. Boy has grown strong, stronger than the old wives of the village have foreseen. However, that was not surprising. Hurron never looked kindly on the self-proclaimed prophets. Fate is what one makes of it, and his
Tounge TiedTOUNGE TIEDTounge Tied7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you . . . much." These were the words that my shoes uttered to me whilst I was prying myself out of the pile of chairs that had been dumped on me. At that moment I merely thought that I was delusional from the massive blood loss that had come from a rather large head wound, incurred by a microphone stand that someone had hit me with. Now what had happened was that there was a riot at Gigantour which was started when I accidentally kicked some guy in the back, who then proceeded to punch several security guards and grabbed the microphone stand. I'll let you fill in the blanks about what happened because I don't remember anything after being hit on the head. After getting myself to a paramedic who was waiting outside treating the wounded (i.e. me) I went home with 14 stitches in my head, needless to say that the guy that hit me did a very good job. So after all that had happened that day I went to bed.
That night I woke up to the sounds of two peop
 unreadShe haunts the streets at night. unread1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharp eyes scan the alleys, pierce the shadows, but she does not skirt the darkness. She welcomes its refuge. Her home away from home, here, the place where she ironically feels safest in this foreign world.
Street smarts aren't everything.
Nine days later, an envelope will be slipped into her casket at the viewing.
The First VictimFalling. Slowly falling. Falling where? Who knows. Just falling. All around is black. Black...black...that word rings a bell...but what? A name? A place? I don't know. It just seems familiar...but I'm too tired to think...why can't I sleep? It feels like my bed is made of stone...it feels like someone is watching me...creepy...The First Victim5 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm not a murderer. I'm not a sick slaughterhouse hockey masked crook. I'm just...me...I'm just...human...
who...? oh who cares. Where's my pillow? I feel like my head is wet...am I drowning? no...no...I can breathe...but it's a little hard...oh well. What's that...I heard something...it sounds like...music...piano? Yes. I know the tune...what is it? Sonata number 6? No. Its Moonlight. Calming...Did take a shower? No...It's not raining either...maybe I'm dreaming...I hope so...I don't like this. I feel uneasy.
Hey! Hey come here! We need some help! Hurry! Room 679! I think...oh my god...that sick son of a bitch...
I'd love to turn you onCuatro mil agujeros en las calles de Blackburn, Lancashire. Cuatro mil malditos hoyos. Y qué más da, si el único que me importa -oh, joder, ¿qué es esto? Nada de agujeros- lo tengo aquí.I'd love to turn you on2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A besos, a estirones, trastablillamos hasta topar con el sillón que, a modo de saludo, chirría terriblemente.
Te desvisto mientras pienso que alguien debería acuchillar ese sillón; es pequeño, viejo, chilla mucho. Así no hay quien se concentre.
A la mierda el sillón, te tengo delante, semidesnuda, me volaría los sesos antes que dejarte así. Bang, en medio de la gente, todos mirando, como si formara parte de la Cámara de los Lores.
Ya no nos queda ropa. Ha pasado a formar una pequeña montaña en el suelo. Enredado, tan enredado como mis manos en tu pelo, como tu lengua en la mía.
Encendiste la radio. Un programa musical. Una canción que martillea nuestros oídos, que poco a poco se mete e
A punta de baguette Vamos, ven conmigo. Juntos atracaremos un banco a punta de baguette.A punta de baguette7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
-No era espíritu francés, ni mucho menos. ¡Qué íbamos a tener nosotros de gabachos, si veníamos de un pueblo de mala muerte! Lo que sabíamos de romanticismo lo habíamos aprendido viendo pelis cuando los estudios nos dejaban, leyendo las novelas por fascículos del desván de la abuela de Loli. Vaya porquería, como si de verdad pasara eso. ¡Ni en los pueblos, oiga! Y bien que dicen que uno se acaba creyendo las mentiras si éstas se le cuentan bonitas. ¡Total no lo pasábamos bien jugando a ser bandidos, fugitivos!
Como los buenos actores, no copiamos lo que venía en el guión, más bien nos hicimos nuestro propio personaje. Siempre hemos sido muy peliculeros, nosotros. Pero mira, que para ser unos Bonnie y Clyde con alpargatas, como que no, ¡quiá!, mejor nos hacem
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview11 months 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
DecadenceYou live in decadence,Decadence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were raised
Dipped in ambrosia,
resting on clouds
of silk and satin
that caress every inch
with a lover's touch.
As humanity burns
outside your haven.
You are priestess
and god alike.
The world is your oyster,
you pluck it from the sea
in search of pearls.
For Want of a Dawn - Chapter 22 March on CanterlotFor Want of a Dawn - Chapter 221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As cool as it would have been to recount the epic tale of her escape, she found herself with no pony to tell it to. But what a riveting tale it would have been: full of flying kicks, cursing, and general bad-assery that would make mares and stallions alike weep and get on their knees, begging her to put some of that awesomeness into their life! Yet, even if there were ponies who would pay attention, she just could not tell the tale of her daring escape. It would be too big of a lie.
That demonic creature, whatever it was, LET her go. Not only that, but it had almost literally opened the door and kicked her out onto her flank. But why? If it wanted to, it could have kil- No, she could not die again. Utterly destroy her, or freeze her into a statue for all time? That sounded more like it, but she had still not suffered any sort of punishment for breaking and entering.
Okay, that was another
FoE: Clearer Skies ProloguePrologueFoE: Clearer Skies Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my leg swinging out at my alarm clock. I missed, flailing for a second before tumbling unceremoniously onto the floor of my room.
"Oof!" I exclaimed, getting back onto my hooves and shutting my alarm clock off.
Just another day in Stable 199. I thought, rubbing my eyes and making my way into my bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, studying it. My black mane stuck up oddly in several places, part of it covering my right eye, while the rest fell haphazardly over my ash-grey coat. Sighing, I scooped up a brush with a hoof and struggled with it until it looked halfway decent. I spread my wings, giving myself a good stretch before looking down at the PipBuck on my leg, a 4000 model. It was black, the display red. I looked at the notes scrolling across the screen.
Schedule: Breakfast, Firing Range, Lunch w/ Scopes, Meeting w/ Overmare, Patrol, Break
Shyntafae Backstory v 2.0Independently versed, Shyntafae is known for her prowess in eradicating all that stands in her way of power to become the only standing Archite over an entire Wych Cult, dubbed the title: The Lone.Shyntafae Backstory v 2.02 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Through cunning deception, the Trueborn hellcat ployed a coup while climbing her way up the Hekatarii ladder of hierarchy in the form of calculating observance, paying intricately close attention to the fighting maneuvers performed by the Wyches in the House she wished to rule over. This method, along with training spars held against select opponents, separated the weak from the strongest, each face of the weakened implanted within her plotting mind. Nightly, she made her rounds through the darkened shadows of the corridors hunting the Wyches she deemed weak like sickened prey, discarding the bodies in the most gruesome ways she saw fit. These deaths were worked into constructed 'accidents', though in reality the hellcat took pride in torturing ea
Of Gods and Demons: Five"Special Delivery"Of Gods and Demons: Five2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight restarted her main routines that had been left on standby while her subroutines navigated the tangled web of slipspace. Her processor accelerated, taking in the ship's surroundings as it fell back into real space. She had navigated with the best precision ponykind's understanding of slipspace could muster, right into Equestria's orbit, arriving only around twenty kilometres from the nearest space elevator. Perfect, as always.
She flooded her processes through the ship, testing each system from the auto-cannons that served as point defense, to the toilet facilities in the barracks. Everything was intact, even the ailing fusion reactor had decreased its heat levels by twenty percent during the journey. It would be easy to fix upon docking, a day or two at most; though she was certain the Admiral's flagship would gain priority, even if protocol dictated otherwise.
One of her processes found the cryobay, housing the organic crew of the ship. She ping
Of Gods and Demons: Three"O.N.I."Of Gods and Demons: Three2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Office of Naval Intelligence was a strange place to make a career. Here the fashion to function ratio was much more lenient than mainstream military architecture. Gone was utilitarian corridors and grey metal decking every surface, the employees at O.N.I. enjoyed modern facilities, top of the range even. The main lobby was a gargantuan hall, painted in soft, cream shades. Steel and glass walkways criss-crossed the ceiling as ponies went about their daily jobs on the various levels of the Hive facility. The floor was glass, with lighting panels underneath. It gave Rarity the impression of walking on the sun's surface.
It had been controversial when she had enlisted to serve; being an Intelligence Officer wasn't her first career choice. No, how could one make a career choice on a job that was utterly hushed from the public it recruited? She had started in Boot Camp, excelling at recon but ultimately failing to even point a pistol straight. The recoil was simply <
Of Gods and Demons: Two"One-Way Ride"Of Gods and Demons: Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ship decelerating ma'am, we'll exit into normal space in three...two...one."
On the edge of the Epsilon Indi system, a corona of energy appeared. It widened, a huge flare of pent-up magical energies revealing a hole in space itself. It was out of this hole that the UESC Everfree came, a massive destroyer ship bristling with weaponry and armour, ready for combat. A clang reverberated through the ship, the metal structure almost rippled as the electromagical engine released its grip, and it fell back into normal space. Admiral Celestia glared at her viewscreen, they were a few hundred miles out. Close as pony science could get a slipspace vessel to go, but they were still worryingly inaccurate. It was all too possible to re-materialise inside a sun, for example, so in this instance they were lucky. Celestia couldn't imagine a more ironic death for herself.
The small pedestal flared back to life after the rolling power fluctuation. On it a hologram stood
Halo:Lost Forerunners - 004Halo:Lost Forerunners - 0043 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Juarez turned her head slightly to a small rustling in the brush. She smiled when a small family of skirmishers emerged, their toothy beaks chittering curiously. Unlike the covenant, these creatures were inoffensive and inquisitive. Completely harmless.
A small skirmishling with a crippled talon shoved it's way past the little mob to witness the strange pink groundling.
Juarez smiled and held out a small rice stalk to the hatchling. It sniffed it hesitantly before snatching it from her hand and nibbling at the tasty grains. She ruffled the feathers on its head playfully before continuing gathering rice stalks into her basket. She enjoyed being away from the rest of society, but she did feel lonely some of the time, so it was quite nice to befriend the tree people on her planet.
As the reptilians ate, the little one raise
The PairEveryday kind of went by with something of a blur now, the sun came up and went down just as fast before her eyes and she never even noticed it happening. Having graduated school and was now at home attempting to do college online, it would seem that for this 18 year old, life was going as well as it could at that point. She was content enough with it; always had been, learning how to live with life going ‘it’s good enough’ instead of feeling like everything is as good as it can ever be. She never quite reached her little piece of paradise, though she figured she was as close as she would ever get to it.The Pair1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In high school she had many friends, a select group of people whom she thought was like her, and were her friends. For a long while it had felt okay, though every year of high school was a different kind of struggle with different people each time. She learned not to mind, had learned to take everything as best as she can, and that optimism was always the best route i
Sometimes.Sometimes I have to sit down and actually think about why it is that I continue to stay here and be around the few people that I let into my life, what about them keeps me there with them and going day in and day out with all the shit and all the stress.Sometimes.1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes I just feel like I’m around for some of these people just so that they have a drone with a face to talk at and unleash whatever is bothering them at the time onto me without realizing that I take in all that stress. Make it my own, and have my own stuff coming in on top of it, building it up higher, and higher, and higher like I’m a pack mule and you all are just putting on your bags and stacking it up until I can’t even stand on my own weight and I have to look to someone totally uninvolved to help me carry myself when I can’t even stand on my own anymore.
I love my friends, and the people who I allow into my life, and I do my best to try and make them happy, and to feel good about themselves and what
Fallout Equestria: Rules of Engagement Chapter 1Fallout Equestria: Rules of Engagement Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Special thanks: to my editor tebee without whom this story would be a mess of grammatical errors and my pre-readers
Once upon a time, on the not-so-magical-and-actually-quite-fucked-up planet of Earth. There was a US Marine who signed up to defend his country. He was assigned to a fire team, the fire team assigned to a squad and the squad assigned to a company. Together they defended the area surrounding a Forward Operating Base in Afghanistan from insurgents. If only it were that simple.
Chapter 1: Of New Wars and PipBucks
"As a soldier, you can be sent to any area of the world... you could find yourself alone, in a remote area possibly in enemy territory. This manual provides information and describes basic techniques that will enable you to survive and return alive, should you find yourself in such a situation." Preface, US Army Survival Guide.
" and so I said, 'chicken nuggets? Are you crazy!?'" exclaimed Jackson
The two marines in the Humvee's back seat roa
TF:The Calm before the Storm 6TF:The Calm before the Storm 65 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
----------Section 11: The Gathering Darkness_----------
Year 2010 A.D._
An Unknown Location_
Section 56 Headquarters_
2 Days ago_
General McAlister stood at attention in front of a panel of people whose faces were shrouded in darkness. He submitted the latest report complied on the Stormbringer Project, saluted and took a seat at the round table. Somehow, he cant shake the feeling that he was in a war zone. These people at the table were somehow pleased at the recent chain of events happening around the world, and now they were requesting updates on the Stormbringer Project. It seems that they wanted it to be accelerated to the final few phases, in order to create the perfect transforming soldiers like the Transformers. They talked among themselves for a few moments with hushed whispers and quiet tones, before finally addressing McAlister.
Section 56. An ultra-secret sub-division of Sector 7. Officially known as the 686th Mo
Water.coloursWeren't you always fond of colours ?Water.colours4 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 ?
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,And If There Is a God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet strings
His beautiful, ancient hate
And all-too-modern smile-
If He is there,
Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,
Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-
If He is there,
Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of children
And drain gates
And smiling politicians-
If He is there,
Then my pity is not for Him,
But for His.
Nite ch. 4Soon, Jklain landed his ship in a nearby hangar. As the crew opened the ship, they saw a barely alive body with yellow blood all over. As they took him out, they only saw one thing in his eyes.Nite ch. 41 year ago in Drama More Like This
They saw fear. The only type of fear a dark everlasting inferno could create. As if he saw torture and fear all around him. Three hours later, they finally calmed him down.
Ventas was in a room with three other therapist.
Oplin soldier: [Through communication device] General, he is ready to speak.
Ventas: Send him in.
Jklain eventually entered the room. His wound were covered up, though he looked calm. He sat down knowing why they wanted him in this room.
Jklain: Hello general Ventas. I feel honored to be in your presents.
Ventas: No need for praise right now. We want answers.
Jklain: Let me guess, you want to know what happened to the crew of commander Noil?
Jklain: I don't feel comfortable remembering what happened. Lets just say any horror story you have ever heard is far less co