Incubus Preview"Thank God you've come."
Gaspard certainly hadn't been expecting that though it was appreciated. The other man didn't sound like he was joking, which would've been understandable since Gaspard was a man of the cloth after all, indeed he actually sounded a bit grave. Gaspard watched as immediately after the man opened the door to him he quickly walked into the kitchenette. Gaspard quietly closed the front door to the small house and joined his new landlord. The other man, shorter than Gaspard and a little heaver, hastily straightened some papers and held out a ring of two keys.
"They open the front and the sliding glass doors over there. One's a spare, obviously." He gestured to the other side of the room after Gaspard took them, into the living room area where two sliding glass doors led out onto a screened off back porch. Gaspard could see a retention pond and plenty more houses beyond them. "And this" The man slid a few sheets of paper and a pen to him on the counter th
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't expecting what he found.
"Xavier, what are you doing up here?" He pushed the door to Xavier's room open to see the shorter man standing shakily with his back to him. His shoulders were rigid and his arms were out slightly, he was trying his damnest to maintain balance. Slowly, the brunette turned to him, head moving before feet, one foot going achingly
Daddy Chekov"Yes, oh yes, what a good bay-beee " Sulu continued to coo over his personal thoroughbred Onischian trap. It resided in a medium sized pot, over the rim of which its leaves were drooping. Sitting atop a thick stalk was a wide, pink flower head that opened and closed with three folds. It snapped shut with a screech and a crunch as Sulu fed it a tribble. "You like your lunch, don't you Ony?" Sulu was not above naming his favorite plants.Daddy Chekov6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Here in the privacy of the expansive botany lab, Sulu felt he could really let himself be uncensored, unrestrained. It was his responsibility to not just aid in the navigation of the Enterprise but also to make sure it had a healthy, continuous oxygen supply. Many of the plants were meaningless to him save for that responsibility but there was one table, atop which Ony resided, that was reserved for his personal collection. He picked up a small dataPADD and searched one of his images.
"Say mommy, Ony." He cooed, turning back to the plant.
...For One more Day With YouThe brief moments he was without Thomas were the longest five minutes of his life...And the walk he had to do as he waited for the flames to consume his life (which, blessedly, they did) was the most arduous task he'd ever overcome. Eventually, Guy, in all his misery, collapsed in the sand, a blackened naked husk. The last thought that went through his overheated, abused RAM, was why, why did he let Thomas leave him?...For One more Day With You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...And upon death, Guy realized he loved his silver headed companion...He loved him and he'd allowed him end his own life...
Two and a half days after the signals had been sent the pickups were finally arriving. As they'd expected, Joie was nothing more than little bits and pieces but strangely he was put into a convenient pile. The small vessel hovered just above the sand as the movers flew out, gathered up the pieces and placed them in a slot. Every little piece was important. They hovered in the middle of the slot, securely stored, as the movers replaced them
Lisa RehabWere going to see the lady again? Little Diana said. Brad wasnt sure if bringing the six year old with him was the best idea. Lisa was better but seeing new people was always a difficulty for her. Though, the last time Brad brought Diana along Lisa seemed to like her. The two walked through the large door into the room. This room had a platform which had a few stairs down into the field. The room looked like a small forest, with large powerful oak trees dotting the area. Then again there were also pieces of furniture in certain areas. One wall in particular had a simulated fireplace with some cozy chairs and a love seat around it. Lisa was comfortable in this place, the trees reminiscent of the Arklay woods and the furniture similar to that of the mansion. One special thing about this room was that it had walls, not windows, so one could not see the ocean outside. Brad led Diana down the steps and held her hand as they walked towards the trees.Lisa Rehab6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bring Your Sister to Work DayAs he watched the young mans form disappear through the large entryway, he couldnt help but feel a slight déjà vu. How many young, potential companions had he let slip through his fingers? Or rather, forcibly toss aside?Bring Your Sister to Work Day6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sander jumped up and sat on the edge of the stage, next to his newest and greatest master piece. He swung his legs a little and was embittered by the way his strange thoughts made his success fray at the edges and dull. That was when he heard a soft clanking. He looked over to one of those strange holes in the wall and watched a young girl crawl out. The young man, Jack he believed his name was, had helped remove the girls affliction, sparing her life. She wandered over to the large Big Daddy which had lumbered her way, alerted by the sound of her crawling. It held out its hand and she climbed up.
Do you still have it, Mr. Bubbles? She said in her soft voice. She reached around the creatures back and procured a small instru
For One More Day With You 2This entire Entry is a flash back to when we first metFor One More Day With You 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time I ever saw you, you looked as if you'd lost the will to live.
Then again, I was in no better state, being practically dead inside.
The young Golds clapped as the high pitched string sounding note marked the end of Félicité's master work. Well, it was his master work for that moment. He only needed it to pass his exam and earn him his certification. It did.
"It was quite the somber tune, Félicité, but beautiful none the less." One of his two teachers congratulated him. The other male Gold with him handed Félicité his identification card. It labeled him a professional musician, allowing to leave his town and country of origin should he so choose. It had a picture of his face on it, and his full name.
"Thank you, Maestro Valdi. It was inspired by the artwork on The Wall." Félicité told him quietly. The young Gold's other teacher, Maestro Louef, chuckled quietly.
"Ah yes, ma
Hetalia Israel OCIn a decent apartment on the third floor of a complex somewhere near Tel Aviv, light smooth music swam in the air. Two violins sang, one a little more lively than the other, giving life to an otherwise drab scene. Two young men, both far older than they looked and neither truly a man, played together in the living room of said apartment. Israel and his sort of neighbor Tunisia were playing the violin together on a holy day. Tunisia loved the violin. Israel loved having the talent to play and if playing with his neighbor made him a good neighbor then so much the better.Hetalia Israel OC5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Years ago, Israel and Tunisia had had a sort of falling out and Israel was eager to try and recover what semblance of friendship the two had.
As they ended the final note (with Israel flaunting his mastery of vibrato) a voice came barking from another room.
"Since when does playing the violin qualify as atonement?" An older man's voice called. Tunisia, a rather dark skinned young man with deep eyes, chuckled at Is
For One More Day With You 4Félicité held Joie's arm as the latter was led to the nearest walk-in garage of Four-Four. He was not speaking and Joie could only assume that this was a testament of his anger. He truly felt terrible for what he had put his shiny new friend through but that did not stop him from feeling anxious. He was going to a maintenance worker who was not from his own town. He might not have the required identification! How was he going to pay? He sure as hell did NOT want Félicité to pay for his "something to do."For One More Day With You 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before he could even realize that he needed to begin clearing his thoughts, the two were in front of the garage.
"They're open." Félicité spoke at last, but that was all. With his hand just firmly on Joie's elbow, Félicité stepped forward and allowed the door to open to the pair.
They were less busy than Félicité had thought they would be. Only two cubicles were up and no one was seated waiting. Félicité went to the receptioni
For One More Day With You 5When Félicité woke up again he noticed that Joie was no longer on the recharge table with him. He sat up and looked about the room. He spotted Joie sitting cross legged on the floor with a small electrical tool in his hands. He was scrolling through something, reading. Félicité got off the recharge table and went to the dispenser to get a small tube of synthetics. Then he remembered that he'd brought home some real synthetics and got some of them instead. He held one out to Joie. Joie took it without looking at him.For One More Day With You 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I've just been doing some research. Apparently, our people have always had a great interest in the planet Earth. If we can get to one of the larger towns in this country, we can look into some of the research data banks and learn more about it." He said. Félicité looked at him strangely.
"Why would we want to learn more about Earth?" He asked. Joie injected himself with some of the synthetics then pointed at the screen.
"We don't fit in, Feli.
For One More Day With You 9Since they were already closer to the northern part of the Sixth country than not, the only direction they really needed to go now was east. Before the land really started to incline, going up into a mountain shape, there would be one small town just beyond the mountain valley. Further east than that there wouldn't be much by means of civilization for some time, not until they got to the "zone." Typically, areas that were either left to the animals or were known to include Crescendoans (or both) were referred to as zones. At first, governments of the world worried that this may seem to equate these special people with animals and be insulting, but the Crescendoans did not mind.For One More Day With You 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas and Guy-Manuel were looking forward to personally visiting their first zone. The days leading up to their departure, again by light-circuit autobus, they'd prattled on endlessly about all the possibilities, the things they would see. Thomas had it in mind that Crescendoans were simplistic and almost triba
For One More Day With You 8The Mating Dance Suns Festivals were indeed fast approaching. Guy-Manuel began to wonder if, perhaps, they should take some time off of the night scene to prepare not just themselves but their music. Music was HUGE during those festivals, with all the dancing, so people were likely to expect some special cuts from them. Thomas did not object to the idea but he was having a wonderful time going to Falco or Tahiti-80 or any of the plethora of lovely clubs in Southern Wolfgang every other night. His confidence had FINALLY reached normal levels, or so it seemed, and Guy-Manuel did not want to deprive him of that.For One More Day With You 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But then Guy-Manuel witnessed an omen that told him, yes, now was the time to slow down and prepare.
The two had taken to being less aloof with their patrons. Sometimes one or both of them would leave the tables and go down to dance with the other colorful robots. One evening however, as soon as the lights went down and the music crept into Falco, Thomas and Guy-Manuel saw somethi
For One More Day With You 3Félicité surprised himself with how energetic he was being. He was sitting just off the side of one of the walls of the Three Moon room at a nice hotel. He was in Four-Four, the first town he'd ever been to outside his home town. A Vulcan lyre sat on his knee and he strummed away, delighting a small group of people standing near him, watching him. They applauded and he realized he was genuinely enjoying himself. Even though he was more talented with the mix board, a wedding really wasn't the right occasion for such music but things were going well all the same. His first real gig was laid back and joyous.For One More Day With You 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ceremony had ended some time ago and the three newly weds were still sitting in their honorary places, three decorative chairs next to each other and elevated on the other side of the rather large room. People, mostly fellow Golds, took pictures of them as they sat lazily holding hands; One female was in the center, another female holding a sort of scepter sat to her lef
For One More Day With You 11Somewhere very close to the border between the Sixth and Fifth country one might have seen a small group of birds quickly scatter from the tree tops had they been looking in that general direction.For One More Day With You 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Guy-Manuel tried to console Thomas. That had been quite a scare for the both of them and they were now out right staring at their visitor. Guy-Manuel led, and he and Thomas stood up again and bowed to the one who must've been a Crescendoan, the first one they'd ever seen.
It was a bipedal individual, with two arms, two legs and a head just like the both of them. What Thomas figured was their skin was a cloudy lime green color. While Thomas marveled at the thick, green, ribbon like things extending down from its head, Guy-Manuel took note of something else
While a simple cloth went from its waist down to mid-thigh, allowing it some decency, the two legs from then on were very different from each other. Namely that one had the same green color as the skin of its chest while the
He Just Wants To Touch You...'Oh shit, oh shit.' He thought as he ran. Running was the ONLY thing he'd known for the past three hours at least. Running and "HOLY SHIT" levels of fear. Even as the sun had gone down (not that that was very noticeable, the entire sky was long since heavily obscured by the thick tree tops) and the ground beneath him became treacherously wet and muddy he kept running.He Just Wants To Touch You...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear the damn thing behind him the whole while.
It wasn't the first time he'd had to run away from this thing but now he was starting to feel like he was in its territory. Last time he checked France didn't have any jungles in it. The whole place had a strange feel to it, as if everything around him were alive and watching. The air felt strange in his lungs and no matter where he went it seemed as if he was going in circles.
And the thing never slowed down. Not even a little bit. It was as if it couldn't tire.
It finally happened. The end of his converse caught on a root and he fell hard, face first
For One More Day With You 10"And here's the extra coverings you will need, believe me. If you have too much trouble figuring it out, just ask one of the locals and I'm sure someone will be able to help you into them."For One More Day With You 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But what about the codes?"
"And this lotion will bolster your rust resistance. There's been a lot of extra sunlight but I think there might still be some water up there. You'll definitely want to try swimming, everyone does and it's a very interesting experience."
"And that's the language software, right?"
"No, this drive has a basic map on it."
"But aren't you going to give us the codes?" Guy-Manuel wondered if it was possible to annoy the people who worked here, Thomas had asked for that software so many times. Guy-Manuel knew he probably cared about learning new sounds and words more so than being able to communicate. It was just how Thomas was and it was cute. Finally the zone worker's vocalizer whirred out a sigh.
"No, I'm not. You aren't going to learn their language until the end of tomorrow
Three After Death In The MorningI am the thirdThree After Death In The Morning4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I died a little inside
The first died the First Of All
You are two, what did you do?
You've yet to hear death's call
We are three
You, him and me
But it wasn't always this way
though we are happy
The world is pained
Everyone suffers and every edge is frayed
Before we were three
I was a lonely young man
Locked away in my room
No talent nor friends nor family tree
But one cold grey day
A familiar crept upon me
With black, oozing grip
It choked my soul away
Our number one
Went to and fro
red hot fast until
His ride was over his days were done
His body was never found
an empty coffin was lowered into the ground
And one day he sauntered back in
Behind the wheel with a devilish grin
Hatred boiled in you heart so high
when you heard his sled had been stolen
After the ghost car you chased
And faced him and his glowing red eyes
You'd never thought you'd see the day
But things got worse
Scores of them came
And took your mundane life away
My demon will not let me die
He has alr
Holiday Kisses, Holiday Wishes...It really was the nicest, most familiar time he'd had all year. He realized now that this time was something he should start to cherish, start to really look forward to. Guy-Manuel smiled down at the kids, his god children, playing DJ hero. Roxan (who still mistakenly called himself "Roxanne" because of his being raised in America where "X does not sound like H") was easily beating his amazed older brother, laughing and smiling at being able to impress all the interesting guests. It was one of the first times so many of the Ed Bangers and their friends had been together in Thomas's California digs. Pedro was laughing as Xavier bragged for himself and Gaspard, Thomas was busy mixing more rum into the eggnog in the kitchen. Guy-Man actually wished his best friend would come sit with him with their children, he had to keep himself from sulking. It wasn't difficult with all the merriment going on around him.Holiday Kisses, Holiday Wishes...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Deadmau5! I love this song!" Roxan said loudly. The boy's fingers flew across the
For One More Day With You 7Thomas was humming to himself quite cheerfully. That was his name now, Thomas, the Liberator. Many important humans were named Thomas. A Thomas had even written something called the "Declaration of Independence." Thomas viewed becoming human a way to freedom, freedom from his misery, freedom from the restrictive and violent society to which he was born, freedom from everything. He looked at his gold friend happily.For One More Day With You 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Guy-Manuel walked beside him. He'd chosen his human name because he wanted one that sounded lovely. Guy-Manuel was supposedly also the name of an important saint in human culture, though he could not remember who. The two were walking now, to their next destination. The more Thomas had learned of the humans the more he adored them. Humans were sensitive creatures who needed to cover their bodies and maintain temperature. Thomas wanted to wear clothes. He and Guy-Manuel were going to be wonderful musicians called "Daft Punk." Why Daft Punk? Because, according to humans, it wa
You're Too YoungIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?You're Too Young4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right now, what he really wanted to know was, if an engine revs in a city and only mindless zombies are around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?
Kavinsky smirked to himself as he passed another light, one that was no longer working. He thought himself pretty clever. His smile was short lived however as he noticed he was driving on fumes. He began scanning the occasional cars he passed and saw many of them had their fuel tanks pried and left open. Damn. If the people here had actually scavved petrol from other cars the EU's rescue efforts must've been just as shitty as everyone thought they were. This particular city wasn't too big but it was ravaged completely by the zombies. The other town he'd been in before (why didn't he top it off there?) was still okay but they were paranoid about their fucked up neighboring city.
The (sort of) zombie hated driving slow but he had to so he
Moral DilemmaSherry walked back in from the pool deck. She turned a corner and went down to the gym. Strangely, Wesker wasnt there. She went back up to the main floor. She didnt usually go there, but maybe he was in his room. She approached the open door and looked in. At least shed found him. Wesker sat on the bed, his back against the head board. Next to him was a dormant laptop and he appeared to be in a similar state. Sherry walked quietly towards him. His head tilted slightly to the side and his breathing was calm. She finally got to get a good look at him without worrying about being caught staring. Hed told her that he was forty-three but he looked more thirties. probably the virus She thought. His hair didnt show any signs of being gelled. Probably after years of always being that way itd simply started to stay naturally. She moved closer. He had slight indentations on the bridge of his nose and she noted his shades sitting on the night standMoral Dilemma6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For One More Day With You 6"Last night, I had a dream about youFor One More Day With You 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Joie tapped his hands on his lap and the recharge table. Spending time with his friend had finally paid off the night before as he'd been struck by the almighty muse in his recharge cycle. He'd come up with quite the catchy, pleasant little tune, complete with actual lyrics! Once again, Félicité sat with a mechanism to allow for access to the public forums in his lap.
"Okay, the good news is we will be able to afford a ride on a light-circuit autobus out of here, going directly to Wolfgang, scheduled to leave tomorrow morning. There's plenty of seats left." He reported. Joie smiled.
"However, there is bad news. The fees we earned last night have only allowed for one proper seat "
"W-Well, I suppose we can go separate, or we can see if Blur can give us some more work or-"
"One proper seat AND a cargo slot." He finished.
"But, Feli, we don't have any luggage we need seats."
"Many light-circuit autobuses,
Forever Looking UpHe's pretty sure his stomach just bottomed out. Yep, it's like a roller coaster he is really falling, holy shit. He has regained his vision after whatever happened-he must've run into something it made his head shake pretty bad-and now he can clearly see the trees below him right in front of him and getting closer.Forever Looking Up4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's going down. He's in his car and the both of them are in a genuine nose dive. Are the tires touching the ground? No, they can't be he'd feel the friction and he's not feeling that. He's not feeling anything, it's fucking smooth that means he's going through the air.
Wait, the ground in front of him is only lit on one side. Man, the crash must've taken out one of his head lights. It WOULD cost an arm and a leg to get that fixed, god knows what OTHER damage his beloved Ferrari took, but he's not so sure if he's gonna live that long right now.
He feels something hit his lap. Felt like his cigarettes, shit everything's flying around in h
For One More Day With You 13Thomas could only rush along uselessly up the slope, as fast as his smooth metal feet would carry him on the constantly shifting, sliding ground. He still wasn't used to walking on dirt and gravel but the urgency pushed him onward.For One More Day With You 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"HELP! Please help!" He began screaming in his robotic dialect in a panic before switching over to the Crescendoan dialect as two or three people approached him.
"What is wrong, Silver Golem? Did you and your friend get attacked by animals?" One of the green people asked. His mask flickered the foreign characters.
"We were just done swimming, getting ready to return here when Félicité collapsed!" In his great fear he forgot to use his friend's assumed name. He led four of the taller creatures away down the mountain, but not before they covered themselves in some thick dark ointment to protect against the sun. Once they found Guy-Man they hefted him up by his extremities with some difficulty and began sluggishly carrying him back up the mountain to
Morphine ZombiesA bite whose teethMorphine Zombies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spreads like roots into the flesh
Death's bloom opens full
In every season
The fruit this flesh does bear
Leaves its soil pale and dead
The mind wastes away
It ages and hastens beyond reason
A harvest of our sins
Greed's fist can tighten no more
So we must fell twice
The dead who feel alive
Come with me
To help me dig their graves
In my own someday I will dive
A line of teeth
Crests your pale chest
My blood does slow happily
When I hear you sigh
My life devoted
To ending their suffering, but oh
To lie down between your soft thighs
Even if only once before I die