The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
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.
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
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.
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton
PreservationPreservationPreservation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Warnings: Some angst
'If my father could only see the army ' John Laurens paused to observe the assorted groups of soldiers hovering around each other for warmth as the cold breezed through Valley Forge, leaving men shivering in their tattered uniforms and inadequate blankets. 'If Congress could see the army, see the disease and famine, the provision wagons would arrive quicker than we could request them.'
Beside him, Alexander Hamilton observed, 'As long as Congress must beg from the states, it makes no difference whether provisions are detained for two days or two weeks, for they would rather we starve than relinquish authority to Congress.'
Laurens looked at his friend. 'How grave, even for you. I miss your agreeable nonsense.'
'You dream of glory as much as I, my dear Laurens," said Hamilton. 'There is none to be found here.' Adjusting his coat closer, he looked at the pathetic sight around them as they walked to General Wa
Biblical Prophets BEFORE THE FLOODBiblical Prophets7 years ago in Historical More Like This
Noah Rest, Consolation
Encyclopedia NoobtanicaNoob as defined in the Spooksters Dictionary: Noun; "a rude/crude/rascist/stupid/and probably illiterate asshole/bitch/bastard/SOB/cunt/fucktard/dumbassed piece of shit."Encyclopedia Noobtanica8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Following are eighteen different varieties of noobs.
1. THE BAD GRAMMAR NOOB
Probable age: Any.
Probable sex: Either.
Fucktardedness: Low to high.
Info: Easily the most common type of noob, these people appear unnable or unwilling to submit to the rule of grammar, spelling, or punctuation. You may spend several moments trying to decipher whatever the hell it is that the person actually said. An example: "im in ur bas kilin ur dudz."
2. THE SQUEEKER
Genre: Any genre with voice support.
Probable age: 8-13
Probable sex: Male.
Info: Imagine the most high-pitched child you can. Now imagine that child shrieking vulgarities and vague threats and insults at you over the headset. Where the fuck are this kids parents?
3. "IT'S THE LAG, I SWEAR!" NOOB
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and JusticeJournal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and Justice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and Justice
A Sailor Moon Mask TG transformation story by JanusDaGuardian
A Victorian-era style building that forced its students into the same boring routine of classes with self-righteous teachers, two-faced friends, random pricks, and the worst possible food to eat, ruled by unions who's only care was to guilt well-meaning parents into voting for budget increases every year. That was what high-school was for James O'Connell.
As a student who'd failed his junior year, James had seen it all. Friends and fellow classmates trading their middle school identities for masks that hid themselves from the preying outside world, many doing so just to look acceptable in the jungle of arraying social statuses. In this building though, it was almost justified. It was a means to literally keep themselves alive, just like the mask James was wearing now.
James wasn't a stylish dresser, his usual clothes consisting of black pants and a red beater with matching red
Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 4Mando'a Lesson 45 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
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.
The Problem with Self Inserts The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts 2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TGJournal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Twilight
A Costume TG Transformation Story by JanusDaGuardian
Pollux, also known to some locals as “the man-in-black”, “black-robed angel”, “creepy mugger”, etc... looked out the window of the small principals office of the rowdy Manhattan high school, counting the number of ticks coming from the nearby clock. Several months had passed since he'd begun to rectify the disturbances in the realms he was entrusted to protect. The snow was gone, and the frequency of rain in the small corner of the world he now stood in was beginning to lessen. Summer was right around the corner, the sun teasing his bare hands as he gazed onto the streets of the aging metropolis that was New York City.
The door to the office clicked open. Pollux knew who it was, so he didn't turn around.
“You're late, Mr. Washington. Have a seat.”
Jayden Alan Washington was a black teenager of about seventeen late-winters.
Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 14Mando'a Lesson 144 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This lesson is going to focus on adjectives and adverbs, because I've only been tossing in descriptive words occasionally throughout these lessons. (And it was harder to create that I realized it would be. Forget learning new languages, I may have to go back to school to relearn my English!)
Like the lesson on verbs, the lesson will be in regular text, round brackets will surround notes from me, and square brackets will be around direct "lesson quotes" from Karen Traviss' Grammar Guide. (Which can be found on her webpage, and I highly recommend downloading it for personal use.)
(Working from a list of common English adjectives and adverbs, I have compiled these lists I will have obviously missed words in the dictionary, please just bear with me.)
[Adjectives and adverbs are formed by the addition of the suffix -la or -yc, depending on which makes pronunciation easier. There is only one form of the adjecti
Mando'a Lesson 13Mando'a Lesson 13 "Opposites"Mando'a Lesson 134 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Up Laam Down Daab
East Abesh West Wasuur
North Gaht South Ka'gaht
Right Staabi Left Payt
Happy Briikase Sad Trikar'la
Angry Kaden Calm Udesla
Under My Skin - Part 3by peachnewtUnder My Skin - Part 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If soft vore or m/m is not your thing, leave now. These characters are my own creation. Do not steal or copy.
It was night, and the three men were dressed in a variation of forest gear; Reese in forest camo like a happy camper, Louis and William in a darker, tighter version of climbing gear. Except for the keypad at the entrance, the cave looked like any other mining shaft, dark, cold, and endless. The code at the entrance had a leeway time of two minutes before it activated the alarm to Kole's headquarters. Reese got it cracked in 34 seconds.
"When I'm good, I'm good," he whispered triumphantly.
"Great, now move it," said Louis, merging seamlessly with the pitch shadows.
"Good luck," said Reese to the younger agent. "I'll save you a donut."
With a salute to the red haired safecracker, William followed his partner into the cave, flicking on his flashlight as he went. There was nothing but rock walls. He caught up to Louis at a fork in the tunnel, sunglas
Daryl x Glenn - part 7" Mom ? .. Hey, Glenn, do you know where my mom went ? "Daryl x Glenn - part 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
" Yeah, she, uhh.. ", Glenn looked up from the cat he was petting. " In her tent with Daryl. "
" Thanks. ", I smiled and ran over to the tent.
The door flap was closed. I grabbed the zipper and tugged at it.
" Mom ? "
With a few good yanks I got the zipper to work. I pulled the door open and I seen my mom pulling her shirt down over her head, Daryl unconcious on the floor.
" What's going on ? "
" Nothing, sweetie, don't you have something else to do ? "
" Well.. ", I glanced at Daryl.
" Don't mind him. He was taking a nap and I was getting dressed. ", she smoothed my hair back and walked me out of there with her to try to hide what she was up to.
Come on, I'm twelve, I know what she was trying to do.
" Let's go see what your father's up to, okay ? "
I watched Lori and Carl walk out over to where Rick and Shane were talking about whatever. Where was Da
Child of WarChild of War10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
This is not a tale of tragedy or a lamentation, nor is it a glorification of war or peace, or an accusation of criminal nations who encouraged this war. It is simply a diary -- my life as a child of war, both frightening and exciting, where life was suspended but life went on anyway. A life neither happier nor sadder than that of any other child on the planet, but more unusual perhaps, and sometimes astonishing in how normal it all was to me. Which is why I like to share this piece of writing: I feel it is a unique perspective on this kind of event, as I have strived to keep it void of post-rationalisation and political context to keep it, as purely as possible, an insight into how this was experienced by a kid's mind, and for that I put myself back into my mindset of the time to write it. This shows in the "voice".
I was born in Beirut on September 11th, 1979, in the basement/shelter of the clinic where my mother had gone to give birth. We immediately left for Mu
Mando'a Lesson 15Mando'a Lesson 154 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 15
Olarom! Ner gai Linzero. Jate'urcyce gar. Ni dala. Ni Tay'haai. Ni borari ti solegote, bal ni ori Ka'ra Akaane cuar'tomade.
Ni gana t'ad vode bal nu'ni kartayli. Ni gana munit daryc gemas bal daryc sur'haiie. Ni skotah bal nuh'la.
Ner beskar'gam sale racin ge'tal bal ne'tra. Ni juri solus beskad bal solus tracy'uur. Ner yaim pirebu suumpir bal bic ciryc vaii ni oyacyi. Ni emmuri nuhoyir, epar agol, bal piru gal.
Welcome! My name is Linzero. It's good to meet you. I am a woman. I am a Librarian. I work with computers and I am a big Star Wars Fan.
I have two siblings and I am not married. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I am short and funny.
My armour colours are pale red and black. I car
The Town named Owl CityOwl City is a small little country city near the ocean. It's mayor is Adam Young, a shy yet kind man who is the one who built this humble town. We don't have a very large population, about eh...a couple thousand people. But everyone is very nice and will gladly greet any tourists who come.The Town named Owl City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weather isn't just sunny, cloudy, rainy, and stormy. There's beautiful vanilla twilights, snows that contain peppermints, alligator skies, and on some nights, meteor showers, kamikazes, a helicopter moon, blue lights that are surprisingly fuzzy, and shooting stars that shine the night. You can even see galaxies in the sky clearly that other places couldn't show even with a telescope.
Now Owl City is an ocean town, isn't it? So it must have a beach. And indeed you are right, Owl City does have a beach, Umbrella Beach is it's name. Why is it named Umbrella Beach? Because everyday, there are many umbrellas on the beach, even if the day before had no umbrellas. If you look out the horizon, you may se
Mando'a Lesson 11Mando'a Lesson 114 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mando'a Lesson 11
Happy - Briikase
Hate Or'parguur (VERB)
Love Kar'taylir Darsuum (VERB)
To See Haa'taylir
To Smell - Klesir
To Hear - Susulur
To Taste - Isirir
To Feel Aalar
How are you? Me'vaar ti gar?
I am happy. Ni [cuy] briikase.
I feel angry. Ni aala kaden.