ComposedComposed2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Auri jerks out of bed for a moment and glances around the her dark bedroom, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She sits up in bed and yawns before she reaches for the light switch on her lamp nearby when she hears a sudden creak of metal outside. The Four freezes for a moment and listens hard.
She hears the creak again only this time it is fainter, sounding off farther down.
Is someone trying to get in? the commander thinks to herself as she gets out of from under the warm covers. Once her bare feet hit the cold metal flooring, she's grateful she had slept in warm clothes. The winters at this base were brutal, the captain had told her and he was right. The Four reaches into her nightstand nearby and picks up her pistol before she pads quietly across the room to her door. She eases it open and glances out. Blue eyes squint into the darkness before she opens the door.
Silence greets the Spartan as she steps out into the dark hallway. She looks left and right before walking forw
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge4 years ago in Settings More Like This
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.
The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
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 2.3 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.
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 23 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.
You Might Be A Liberal If...You Might Be A Liberal If YouYou Might Be A Liberal If...5 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/
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
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
RestAlfred Jones never ran from anything. He was the hero that would still stand even with a bullet lodged in his chest. Always standing proud. Never backing down. That was Alfred, that was America. It wasn't running away. Least, that's what he had reasoned to himself before making his way to the most deserted, remote, isolated part of his country he could think of; North Dakota.Rest5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It wasn't running away. It was. . . Taking time off. Least, that's what he and his boss had agreed upon. After seeing Alfred's rather ragged appearance, to put it nicely, he'd been ordered to take some time to just relax. Of course, the opportunity was an overwhelming relief. Things had gotten bad and didn't seem to be getting any better. The feel of the unease and tremblings of a revolution were nagging him as his people whined and bickered and just bitched about everything.
The complete chaos and conflicting notions screamed at him. They made his stomach churn, made him sick. He couldn't think most times. Proble
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: Prologue3 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
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.
IfIf I died today.If3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would your world sway?
If I died tomorrow.
Would your heart be filled with sorrow?
If I died a week from today.
Would you know what to say?
If I died a month from now.
Would your head bow?
If I died in a year.
Would you shed a tear?
Or would you say what a shame?
A life taken in vain.
Would you remember the good?
Or just focus on all my faults?
If I cried for help.
Would it be your ears that heard my pleas?
As I lay in a box of satin.
Would you claim that you were my best friend till the end?
Would you make my eulogy thoughtful?
Would you tell everybody what a caring girl I was?
Would you talk about my giving nature?
Or would you secretly slip in some story about you?
If I died today.
Would you have the heart to say?
How dare she?
Would you be mad at me?
Would hate me for leaving you?
Would you forget me because of your anger?
If I died today.
Would you even remember my name tomorrow?
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
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
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
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
National Profile: The American Empire (Scraped)National Profile: The American Empire (Scraped)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Official Name: The American Empire(2039-2066)
Alt names: The United States of the American Empire,
Empire of Greater America, The Empire
Predecessor: United States of the Americas
Successor: The Empire of the Morning Star
Motto: E Pluribus Imperium
Royal Motto: As God is our witness the stars are ours!
National Anthem: Our Empire Forever
(Code Geass soundtrack "The Master")
Imperial Anthem: March to War
Capitol: Washington DC
Languages: English(official), Spanish, Portugese, German, French, Arabic, Hebrew, Filipino
Religion: American Christianity (State Church)
Other Religions(recognized): Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Lastatism
Population: 4,300,400,200 (2100 census)
Government: Federal Absolute Monarchy
- 2039-99 Augustus Caesar I
-2025-89 Octavius Thatcher I
First President of Council:
(General) Richard Marshal
Legislature: Imperial Congress
-Upper House: Imperial Court (Senate)
-Lower House: Council of Representatives
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 Vodka8 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