Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 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.
Zombie Country. Chapter 2.Zombie Country. Chapter 2.3 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 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!"
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 Blueberry3 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
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.
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.6 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
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
What a Nazi has to say about free speech:icondak-rommel::iconsaysplz:The difference between people on the center/right wing and even far-right (not Neo-Nazis/supremacists etc.) and communists, 'Social Justice Warriors' and generally people on the left (who are actually far-left but don't realize it) is that we actually support free speech immeasurably more than them.What a Nazi has to say about free speech7 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
They are hypocrites, for they will not cringe at all when laws that supposedly ban the "glorification of 'Nazism'" (whatever that means) are passed yet who here can claim that they would act in the same way if equivalent laws were passed for Communist/Marxist ideologies? Even a 10yearold with moderate reasoning could figure out that they support censoring their opposition under the pretext of "racism" and whatever yet somehow THEY are supposed to be the advocates of free speech? (Yeah, we all know how the critics of Lenin, Stalin and Mao ended up. Even Trotsky could not escape Stalin's long arm of the world's best ideology).
It's funny how people like myself and
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 Hurt5 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
Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.
"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.
She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...
And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a pur
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 Equals5 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
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
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 Original7 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
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 24 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
Valentine's Day 2010Valentine's DayValentine's Day 20106 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 Night We Ran Out of VodkaDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The historical events portrayed are used in a fictional manner. All of the characters herein are a product of the author's imagination, or are used solely in a fictional sense. The author owns exclusive rights to this work.The Night We Ran Out of Vodka7 months ago in Historical More Like This
Note: Though this takes place in Russia, as the story is written in English, the dialogue is also written in English.
Note 14 February 2015: “Sven” has been changed to “Alexei” due to the historical culture in order to attain more believability.
The radio crackled as Alexei turned the dials, scratchy static echoing around the room. He stopped the needle at the station where news of the front had often been broadcast. Pulling his hands back, he rubbed them together quickly for some friction, not willing to waste any of their small coal supply for the chill in his bones at this early hour. The thin woolen gloves did not provide much warmth but he dar
Remember ReachA wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.Remember Reach5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Harvest fell. In a storm of fire and alien hatred, it fell, and millions of lives fell with it.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen the way it played out. It just happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyzed, during the whole ordeal.
Correction: not all of us sat there and gaped like fishes. A few good men and women went to do something about it. They were the bravest of the brave the cream of the crop, as my grandmother would put it. They went into the valley of the shadow without a second thought, doing their duty to protect and preserve their f
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
Katie The EggWith a groaning, ominous creak, the oversized door opened into the grandiose mansion. In walked the maid and housekeeper, Katie, supplies in hand for yet another day of house upkeep. The door closed behind her slowly as she gazed upon the oversized mansion lobby. In what could be shown as a valuable testimonial for her services, nothing seemed to be out of place nor in a state where excessive cleaning should, or could, be done. Still, she had a duty to uphold as the house's resident had already paid her handsomely with better than twice her usual rate.Katie The Egg11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Katie, dressed in her usual maids uniform, a black and white ensemble outlined by matching coloured frills and a short skirt for the ease of movement (especially handy for those hard to dust areas under antique furniture), started to traverse the house with duster in hand and the clacking of her black high heels following. Thanks to her doing her job so thoroughly during the first few days of employment, she needn't do much. She could qu
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
Illusion, a Halo fanfic"Ha. Beat that."Illusion, a Halo fanfic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man paused for a millisecond before moving his next piece, brow furrowed as he contemplated his newest strategy. The holographic chess set flickered as he tapped a black square and his knight moved there, then he withdrew his hand and folded his arms, daring his opponent to make her move.
Cortana's "eyes" narrowed and she gave a little huff, moving a castle to counter her adversary's advance. "That was just luck and you know it," she declared, a hint of frustration in her smooth voice. The AI, only a few inches tall on the board, rested a "hand" on the nearest bishop and cocked her head. "I'd love to see the gears turning inside that thick skull of yours, but sadly I don't have X-ray vision. What's your plan?"
"Winning," the old man muttered, then moved a pawn.
Cortana snorted and promptly captured the pawn with a pawn of her own. "Right. You are predictable if anything," she sighed. "But you know you can't beat the best mind around, right?"
"I can try."
Story Concept: Far From CuteStory Concept: Far From Cute4 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