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 Faith3 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.
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 dictator4 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!"
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.
Thats Not Right.Kate sat in her living room with her boyfriend Mike. Kate, an average sized girl in her twenties had everything going for her. She had recently purchased a small top floor apartment.Thats Not Right.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kate was a blonde hair, blue eyed wonder. She was stunning as Mike called her. Her only downfall was her addiction to candy.
Mike and Kate had been together 5 months and still going strong.
What Kate didn't know, sitting on her couch that night, was that something big was going to happen whether she liked it or not.
Kate was wearing black sweatpants that were quite snug on her legs and backside. And a white tank-top that she had tucked into her pants. Her long blonde hair is straightened and is flowing down her back. She is wearing no shoes, and curled up resting on Mike's arm watching TV.
"Hey hun...." Kate said looking up with her blue eyes at Mike.
"Yeah Babe?" Mike answered.
"I know we're both comfortable... but I'm kind of hungry." she said with a smile.
"Oh, well I don't mind getting up if you're com
Berried ExplosionRescue Ranger Tree HouseBerried Explosion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chip was out doing some shopping, Dale was watching TV with Zipper, Monty was making a cheese sandwich, and Gadget was in her lab working on something secret.
"Hey Monty, do you know what Gadget's been working on?" Dale asked.
"Don't know mate." Monty replied. "She's been working on it for a while. All I know is that involves fruit. I saw her getting a blueberry into her room."
Chip, Monty, and Zipper were shocked from hearing the explosion and turned to see Gadget's room had exploded.
Gadget, now covered in ash and burnt blueberry juice with her lavender mechanic's coveralls and white shirt ruined, came out coughing. "Golly..." she spoke.
"Gadget, you ok?" Monty asked.
"I'm fine..." Gadget said as she removed her goggles from her face.
"What the heck were you working on?!" Dale asked.
"I was working on a way to make fruit juice not spoil." Gadget explained.
"Why were you doing that?" Monty asked.
"Eh... I was bored." Gadget replied.
What Comes Around Goes Around (REQUEST)This is a request! Read the description for details.What Comes Around Goes Around (REQUEST)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***WARNING! CONTAINS MILD BLUEBERRY INFLATION AND MILD POPPING. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.***
The bell rang to the relief of hundreds of bored, paper-flicking school students, signalling the end of one lesson but the start of another. However, this only meant that the students were ever closer to home time, but there was one particular girl waiting for the home time bell more than anyone else. Stephanie was a brunette sophomore who didn't quite fit in with everyone else in her year, nor did she fit in with anyone else in any other year for that matter. She was a quiet, pretty girl, with a muffin top created by her skinny denim jeans, held up by a leather belt; she always wore the same long-sleeved blue top so she didn't reveal anything, except her slightly chubby hips. Stephanie was the perfect example of a well-behaved student, but her impeccible grades only r
As If Nothing HurtIt had been just another Saturday afternoon in the peaceful state of Virginia, site of Alfred's oldest and most historical of all his houses. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky as the trees and flowers waved in a slight breeze. Birds sang from branches above and squirrels chattered busily, and the grass in a nearby field danced elegantly in a surprise gust, sending butterflies free-flying into the air.As If Nothing Hurt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing about that day could have yielded a warning about the horror Arthur was going to find when he finally reached Alfred's colonial home.
Outside the house, the birds still sang and the frogs in the pond still croaked happily, going about their daily business. The sun still shone. There wasn't an ominous darkness about the place, and it wasn't locked up or shut in either. All the windows were uncovered and open, filling the house with the fresh air and natural chorus. The world was utterly peaceful.
That is, until a gunshot rang out.
The sound sent Arthur at least two feet int
Her Very Own BlueberryWinston Thackerly was never gunning for a win. Be it how fast he could do something, how much taller he could make things and how well he could do anything, if he could "win" it, then more than likely you'd never see him trying. Not that he was lazy, he just knew his limits. So it came as a bit of a surprise when he won something without even trying. The young teenager was greeted with a golden laced letter saying how he had won entry to a factory tour. In style which was for unfitting Winston, he took the word "win" and thought of nothing else. He hadn't entered anything or exerted any effort, but why was he going to complain?Her Very Own Blueberry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the date of the tour came, he was a bit anxious. With no one surrounding him, no fanfare, and a factory which seemed quite empty and baron, he waited at the gates, dressed up in a neat blue outfit, with trousers and a button up shirt. His tension subsided once another sign of civilization came along in the form of a girl in a tight red dress, who came from
2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easyWarning: Some girl to... something else TF. Expansion, inflation, etc. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along.2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bucket led five very frightened girls out of the inventing room. After the "indicents" that befell Becca, Nicole, and Paula, only Amy, Tina, Erin and the twins Sara & Kara remained. Despite the calming chemical cocktail the ladies were inhaling, the fear was palpable. Bucket's assurances notwithstanding, each girl secretly feared that she would be the next to be transformed into some sort of human/fruit/confection hybrid.
Bucket led them down a long hallway, and when they reached the end, they were again looking at the chocolate river. A dock ran from the hall's end at least twenty feet into the current, which appeared to be moving quite a bit faster than when the girls first saw it lazily flow through the Chocolate Room. The river was flowing down what look
You Might Be A Liberal If...You Might Be A Liberal If YouYou Might Be A Liberal If...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
think the government can spend its way out of debt.
believe we need to fight big business with big government.
claim not to be a socialist, but still want the government to regulate the economy.
defend Obama by arguing "you only hate him because he's black!"
criticize people who call Obama "Hitler," yet had no problem calling Bush "Hitler."
worship wealthy celebrities who preach redistribution of wealth.
think Janeane Garofalo is as intelligent as she is attractive (on second thought, that's an accurate analogy).
think Fox News is biased because Keith Olbermann told you it was.
threw out your radio when Air America went off the air.
think Sarah Palin is the devil incarnate.
label every conservative as a fascist, yet possess no understanding of fascism.
think Bush was the dumbest president ever, yet was smart enough to orchestrate the largest inside job that is allegedly 9/
Valentine's Day 2010Valentine's DayValentine's Day 20105 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Tf story
Lorelei sighed as she marked off another day on her calendar. Tomorrow was the couple's day, Valentine's Day, another day where she would be alone again. She looked to her mirror and looked at herself, seeing her long fizzy brown hair curl around her face, her thick black rimmed glasses covering her freckled cheeks and her hazel-gray eyes. She was cute in her own sort of way but was probably a little to "academic" for the shallow crowd that occupied today's high schools, and she couldn't help but feel a little ostracized for being who she was. She focused on her studies because it was all she could do since her social life was little to non-existent. She wasn't one for make-up and all the fuss it takes just to be presentable for someone to notice and she hoped that eventually the right one will show up and like her for who she is.
Anyway she thought Valentine's Day was another scam by the retailers to get some misguided guy to pony up some extra money jus
The OriginalAnd so here we were in this jumbled place Mr. Wonka calls his inventing room. I already got the Everlasting Gobstopper that Slugworth asked for so I'm home free.The Original6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Violet Beauregarde the 3rd golden ticket holder thought as she walked over to a very weird contraption, fate had something in store for Ms. Beauregarde. She is wearing a light blue pantsuit with a wide red belt.
"Now over here, if you'll follow me,I have something rather special to show you."
"Well, it's special all right. I only hope my veruca doesn't want one." Mr.Salt jokingly said. I thought of saying something but she wanted to see what the machine does.
"What a contraption!" Mike Teevee said
"Isn't she scrumptious? She's my revolutionary, nonpollutionary, Mechanical wonder. Now, button, button, who's got the button?"Wonka asked.
"It's over there." Charlie answering Mr.Wonka.
They went on talking but I was too busy looking at this thing looked like a bunch of odds and ends, I bet it doesn't do anything." Vi
True EqualsIvan gazed absentmindedly at the wood of the table, polished to a pristine quality, as was commonplace in Arthur's old palace. He could see his reflection, his own violet eyes staring almost eerily back through the glazed brown surface. They were void of feeling.True Equals4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, the entire U.N had made an enormous fuss over Alfred's injuries, mostly due to shock. It was a truly rare thing when Alfred Jones entered a meeting covered in bandages and bruises, after all. This particular meeting had accomplished absolutely nothing, as Arthur was too busy grilling his younger brother as to the circumstances of his wounds with a chorus of Francis, Yao, Toris, and a very quiet Matthew, while Kiku dazedly examined the American for himself, eventually producing several antibiotics and pain medications from seemingly oblivion. The others, including Ludwig and Roderich, discussed quietly amongst themselves, eyeing Alfred's body and trying to deduce what manner of weapon had broken it. This lasted for a
Wevbn2000 Commission number 2"Move," the woman with the brown curls commanded irritably. Surprised, the elderly woman in front of her turned and blinked from behind her thick glasses.Wevbn2000 Commission number 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry, young lady, these old bones can't move any faster."
"Then at least get out of the way," the woman scoffed, pushing past the old lady and stalking toward her seat.
Peggy frowned and checked the roster. Sue van Howler. Cripes. Everyone had heard of Sue van Howler; debutante, spoiled rich girl, all around horrible person who bullied everyone in her way, just because daddy gave her an allowance that was easily half the worth of a small country. To Peggy's shock, she realized that nobody was sitting near van Howler… probably because she'd gone and bought an entire row of seats, just to ensure that she didn't have to sit next to anyone.
"I don't know what kind of airline this is, anyway?" Sue van Howler complained loudly to no one in particular. "I mean, what kind of airplane doesn't have fi
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 sucks5 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
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
Story Concept: Far From CuteStory Concept: Far From Cute3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome to Adoraborealis: the happiest place in the universe.
This is no idle boast. It is the most joyful, prosperous, friendly location in all of reality by function and design. The prime species, Fluffykins, are kindly, generous, fun loving and utterly guileless with a nigh fanatical devotion to good will, sharing and friendship. The deity-like being Pixxie has long maintained the perfect harmony of the seasons and weather as well as personally devoting what time she can to solving her subjects problems. Everyone is content with their lot, live peacefully in their means, and regard each other and life in general with equity and jubilation. Even the unruly fauna of The Hinterlands is rarely enough of a nuisance to break the day-to-day celebration of life.
Adoraborealis is the brainchild of animator/visionary Marlowe Sterling, who wasn't quite expecting his children's show Wonder-Full to be so successful. Some how this little guileless series has found an audience among every key d
Uh OhOlivia was a young girl living by herself in a small apartment. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She has a bit of a potbelly that isn't too noticeable to anyone except her.Uh Oh6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She stood in the middle of her living room. She held a stripe of gum with a blue tint.
Olivia was a Wonka fan, and always wanted to be full of juice like Violet Beauregarde from the movie. Olivia had purchased it from a strange vender on the street who had promised her that it was the real deal gum.
Although she pondered long and hard of how just it may work and how she may get the juice out of her if it did work.
Pacing back and forth staring at the gum as she closed the blind and locked the door, just in case. It was now or never as she saw that it was dark out which was perfect because she didn't want anyone to see her.
Then it occurred to her that she wanted something a little better to wear rather then her PJ's and bra. Then Olivia went to her room and went through some clothes. She had been saving a homemad
The Punishment of MarkThe Punishment of MarkThe Punishment of Mark7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mark was a bully, part of a gang who loved to pick on others because they were unable to defend themselves very well. He lived with his father in the bakery, and usually got a yelling at by him for the amount of complaints from the community and how he should help the community, not terrorise it. But helping out the community wasnt as much fun as terrorising it, where do you get the reward?
Its not the prize, its the taking part which counts. His father would always tell him. It made him sick. He always got the reward from the terrified faces of the victims, the thrill of excitement about avoiding being caught.
One of the most prized victim for him and the gang he went around with was a weak, girly boy named Max. It was always a delight to see his terrified face when they approached him. But he always had that David guy that hung around with him. They stayed clear of him until their last encounter, when Max just disappeared all of a
Revenge of the BalloonsOkay folks! This is my first story based solely on a request. I hope this one lives up to the expectations of the one who asked me to write it, and I hope you all enjoy as well!Revenge of the Balloons9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As always, I love feedback!
Revenge of the Balloons
Carissa was a beautiful young woman, one that could have appeared on the cover of any fashion magazine in the world had she chosen a career in modeling. She had honey gold hair, smooth, flawless skin, grey-blue eyes, and a delicate lips that framed a generous, sensual mouth. Her breasts were big and round, firmly held in place by the young muscle of her chest, muscle she kept up by working out regularly. She could have any man she wanted, and she had, but she was not concerned with men right now. At 22, she had found a job she was enjoying completely, one she thought she would love to be in for several years to come.
Carissa was a clown, the kind you see at
The Twenty Rules Of Being An Internet Activist1. You are always right, never at any moment reflect on yourself in a critical way. You are a super smart special snowflake and the sheeple better recognize.The Twenty Rules Of Being An Internet Activist6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. Your opinions are the only good opinions always and forever. Smart people always belittle and dismiss any remotely different worldview because they already have the right opinions, so what the fuck are they going to do with knowledge that doesn't reinforce preconceived notions? Also, reading books is obsolete, get all your book-learning from blogs, they're quick, free, and have absolutely no fact-checkers or peer review!
3. Make an echo chamber. Do not allow critical comments on your art (read: demotivators and google image search photos with pithy quotes photoshopped on) Surround yourself with like minded people and keep 'em close, don't be afraid to block and delete comments from the heathens. The one true sign of a free-thinking, brilliantly intellectual individual is that he endlessly parrots talking points from his fellow
Ella...Erase una vez, una chica que amaba y detestaba la soledad.Ella...5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ella era una persona que no se dejaba dominar por nada ni por nadie.
Siempre desafiante te miraba directamente a los ojos para decirte tus verdades (aunque dolieran).
Era una mujer indomable, fría y calculadora.
De tez blanca, parecía una extranjera en ese pobre lugar.
Le gustaba vestir algo extravagante. Siempre llevaba una chaqueta negra de cuero y, sus manos, dentro de ella. Su cabello negro corto y desordenado le daba un aire muy masculino.
Tenía un caminado que decía "No me importa nada y ni siquiera se te ocurra meterte conmigo".
Sabía exactamente a dónde dirigirse y no perdía el tiempo dedicando miradas a sus admiradores.
¿Realmente no le importaba nada? ¿O, esa era la imagen que quería proyectar?
Odiaba que la gente la viera con lástima solo por no tener dinero. Y así, caminando, por aquellas crueles y corruptas calles iba pensando
Normalmente, la g
NaftalinaLlevaba varios días con ese olor pegado a su nariz.Naftalina4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La plaga de las polillas era bastante seria, sobre todo con la ropa tan costosa que ostentaban en los armarios de aquella residencia. El joven, vestido con el uniforme de su trabajo de exterminador de insectos, había ido a aquella casa para eliminar aquellos lepidópteros.
El tiempo trabajando en el negocio del exterminio de plagas le había enseñado varias cosas sobre los insectos, más incluso que lo aprendido con su entomología aficionada. Supo, por ejemplo, que los que se alimentan de las telas e incluso cuero eran las larvas. Era un dato que servía para su empleo. Le interesaba seguir en eso, aunque claro, tampoco pensaba en mantenerse en ello por mucho tiempo. Sólo era un trabajo temporal para pagar unos gastos, nada importante. Eso decía él.
El muchacho caminó por la habitación, sin saber qué hacer. El olor de la naftalina se estaba haciend