Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Should we all go?" Splash asked.
"No, that'd be too dangerous." Vex sighed, he looked at Arya and then her body, Arya gave him a look and Vex caught it.
"No, no, maybe you should go because you're smaller." Vex suggested and Splash scoffed.
"But she's a female!"
"That doesn't matter. She's smaller so she has less a chance of being seen and-," Vex started but Splash cut him off.
"I don't care if she's smaller! I'm smarter!" Splash hissed.
"If zombies go after her, she probably has a chance of slipping between small spaces and getting away. Or even hiding." Vex hissed and Splash folded his arms.
Arya opened the back of the truck, the streets were deserted and a few of the shops windows had been smashed open. Vex handed her a large bag, "Just incase you find anything. Just get things that you think we'd need."
She slipped out of the truck with her bow in hand and the bag strapped to her back. Vex and Splash watched her as she pushed open the stores door gently and slid inside.
Guide - realistic dictatorI've noticed a trend of having dictator/world-ruler/people in a position of power characters. Normally, I find these types of characters fascinating - I love hearing the minutiae of how they keep their regime in control, the cults of personality they develop, their rise and their fall ... it's one of the reasons I love 1984 so much; is Big Brother real? Did he even exist in the first place? Who is the real leader of Oceania? Unfortunately, I've begun to see it addressed shoddily and without much thought, so I decided to make a guide of sorts (more like a glorified checklist) for anyone who is curious on how to develop their dictatorial character, and to make them realistic.Guide - realistic dictator3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Why do they want power?
I have seen this written away with, "because they want to control everyone", which is true to an extent with many historical figures who were dictators, and also fictional characters. However, this often goes much deeper than "wanting to control everyone" or "they're mad, I tell you! MAD!"
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 22 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
a week and a dayI couldn't stop thinking abouta week and a day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one time my friend said
in the light
my eyes look like honey.
I kept ending up in the
for some reason. What did you think?
And the dragonflies that kept
being near me. The first one landed
right next to me on the rock and
another one was
so close to my hand but
I scared it away.
I helped you build your bridge.
I didn't touch your hand today.
It's not that I didn't want to, but
I don't need help.
I'm strong and if I can walk
I'm going to walk.
In retrospect, that's ok. It's
probably better that way. Awkwardness.
Different from the incremental
dips in conversation that
you started filling with
You sigh a lot.
You said, "Maybe you should search that.
Why people sigh so much."
In all honesty, I don't think
Google will tell me
what's on your mind.
I fell and you asked me
if I was ok. It took me
a few seconds and a few
unsure steps but
I could walk. I could
balance on the log and
I made it across, even when you said
"I'll go first."
Are You Missing"Are you missingAre You Missing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-as she watched
with her hands
on the frozen
-as he sat quietly,
The Presidents: Ronald ReaganThe Presidents: Ronald Reagan1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Ronald Wilson Reagan would start and leave his presidency incredibly popular. He would become known as the "Great Communicator" with the American people, largely due to his years as an actor. He was the oldest man to ever be elected and he would have one of the most revolutionary presidencies in history. Reagan was born in 1911 in Tampico, Illinois and lived through his early years in a family of modest means. When he was a teenager, he first got interested in politics. President Calvin Coolidge was in the White House and his economic policies of cutting taxes and reducing government spending inspired Reagan. Nevertheless, after graduating from Eureka College in 1932, he voted for Democrat Franklin Roosevelt. He worked as a radio sports announcer before being offered a contract from Warner Brothers in 1940. In the 1950s, Reagan worked for the Sunday television show "General Electric Theater" and eventually entered politics. He married Nancy Davis whil
rawtake backraw5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your pretty love
until my lips bloom
scrape me raw
this itch until
After FebuaryYou and I have knownAfter Febuary6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pain of love
in its inclement season;
when fear and wrath
blot out the sun
of charity and reason;
Now you approach me
at the years rebirth;
your touch unfreezes
In this fresh watered earth
what promise of fecundity;
In warmer air
what blossoming, what mirth
UndoingsWhen your mouth moves I rememberUndoings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it felt like as I rushed to flip a page
and sliced my hand on the edge of words.
Every syllable you murmur in my ear stings
I am four again. I will not breathe
until you untangle me slowly
from you, from your own undoings
that have become the paper wrappings
around the bird-cage of my heart.
Birthday The notion before has no meaning here.Birthday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time was not a possibility before. The lecturer
pronounced the words with great conviction.
Among his listeners he could sense perplexity.
He had called it a singularity, that moment
when the earliest seconds began to stretch
and curl through the cosmic speck that was
the universe becoming, the universe in its throes
of birth. He laboured to explain. This moment
brought time into existence. (One or two
wondered: was this cosmic bang a fading echo
of that initial, eternally unspoken Word?)
Each one of us gathered in this lecture room
could be considered as a tiny, separate world.
All these worlds began with a singular moment,
lost now to us, and long forgotten. I refer to
that cataclysmic moment, in which each one of us
experienced our particular, unique big bang,
wakefor a longwake5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is no one
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
Sticks And StonesNothing sticks, and stones are frequentlySticks And Stones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dislodged by stumbling feet. They tumble randomly
down the steep slopes of forgetfulness.
Little here is what it seems.
all memory of setting out, with ambitions mapped,
with routes and schemes, has long since faded.
In flashes of lucidity he thinks he can remember a compass,
he believes that once he had been able to navigate by the stars.
That was all before he turned his back on direction,
tacitly admitting he had lost his way. He still sleeps by day,
but only to escape the glare of the present, tense
with threats and dangers he no longer understands.
By night his progress is erratic, bearing no resemblance
to all his long forgotten plans of conquest. He meanders
through the moon-scorched hours. Angry dreams
waylay him, unforgiving voices rant. In place of silence
he fills the night with the tat
Conservative DictionaryConservative Dictionary5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As A Mother...
Phrase to be employed to give weight to any political argument (e.g. as a mother, I think we should teach those Iraqis a lesson).
(see Free Market)
A selfless act of generosity towards someone worse off than myself which I should be heartily congratulated upon. Not to be confused with a serious political solution to the cause (see Communist).
The accidental slaughter of people who you were meant to be liberating. Dont worry, they know its for the greater good and wont happen again.
Anyone who wants life to be better for people poorer than I am (synonyms- Liberal, Socialist, Democrat (US),).
Unnatural protection that doesnt work.
The most free system of government, in which nations can choose any leader they like from the two almost identical ones whove made enou
10 reasons why Islam sucks1- Medieval islamic kingdoms were the most advanced Indo-European civilasation. Now all islamic nations are shitholes filled with psychotic cry babies.10 reasons why Islam sucks4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2- They can't spell "jews" right: http://shorthand-hero.deviantart.com/art/Ignorance-148940040
3- The islamic values are the exact opposite of democracy. If Sharia law triumphs, its bye bye to all freedom.
4- Many muslims are obsessed with death. They must have a psychological need to kill, otherwise they wouldnt be so damn violent.
5- Islam is hypocrital; as far as I am concerned a "religion of peace" shouldn't be responsible for the death of anyone, yet many muslims waste their time threatning or killing people.
6- Not all muslims are terrorists, but according to statictics most terrorist groups are islamic in nature.
7- Traditional muslims often rule out white people as muslims because they consider it a racial religion. Yet we have many caucasian and indonesian dumbasses serving as extremists.
8- Besides homophobia and sexism, there
Cybermen Stole My HomeworkCybermen Stole My Homework3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm sorry that I don't have the
Assignment that is due
But the thing is, I couldn't get it
And today is when I'll rue
I was trying to start it when
A spaceship came into view
I looked out my window and saw this
Odd thing not colored blue
These 'grey' aliens stepped out
And demanded my papers
For on those sheets I had written
A code to help their capers
When I said "no, I need it more"
They all pulled out their lasers
Right then and there, I prayed to God
I needed cops with tasers
But as they reached out to me
I stepped back into a box
A blue 1960s police box
But the inside gave me shocks
There were wires on the ceiling
And a power core in the center
When I asked for Mary Magdalene
No no, I really meant her
A strange man with an E.T. look
Helped me up and said 'hello'
He called himself The Doctor and
Asked "what's your name, good fellow?"
I told him that I was a girl
Even with my bob-styled hair
He looked a bit embarrassed
When he realized he shouldn't stare
He ran back to the power cor
UndressUndress5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Undress my night
with soft supplications
poised between lips
that promise riots
and teach my heart
the fine art of mayhem.
Let your face be the candle
that breaks the dark
and slides the giddy stars
under my thumb
to have and hold
so I can trace them across your hips
where dreams beckon
and the night grows rude
i was six years oldand pulling my blue jeans oni was six years old4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the BOMBS
dropped that day.
dogs became heroes
thousands were helpless
mourners, uniting them in
the same sad way.
it seemed so far from home
but quite the story
when the Twin Towers fell.
all was ash,
words were rash;
the heart of America
was an empty shell.
InsaneTwisted the Mind.Insane11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorted thoughts in me.
Changed I am now.
Multiply the personalities.
Crazy is the word.
Sane I am not.
Lost is my mind.
Scare you I will.
More of me?
Maybe just less of you.
Tormented in my own head.
You cannot realize,