Little JarListen love, it's okay to cry..Little Jar5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let it out if you need to
I'll be here to catch those tears
I kept a few in a jar
I tried to throw it across the way
but I promise it will come back in a couple of years
You know how much I love you
and that the bottle in your hand is so sweet
You only think it will take away your fears
While it might prove to do so
Those monsters will never leave
But I'll always be here with a little jar
I'll be here to catch your tears.
Vasilissa OriginsThe story beings with Captain Franklin "Frank" Harryhausen returning to Leningrad after commanding a successful training mission of Academy graduates. Harryhausen is an experienced Captain, a man in his early fifties and is considered a kind, paternal figure by his cadets. That doesn't mean he is a man you want to be messing around with: he has fought in colonial civil wars and other skirmishes. He still thinks, however, that Humankind should take a step to the stars as curious explorers, instead of belligerent warmongers.Vasilissa Origins11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As Harryhausen returns to Earth, he finds out that UESPA is planning a joint mission with the United Earth First Fleet, something unusual as the FF is traditionally a military organization. The UESPA officials explain that Starfleet exploration missions are stretched thin, as there are too few Warp-capable ships that can undertake long duration deep space missions. In an era of peace, with the Romulan and Kzinti Wars being a generation ago, and the conflict with the
The First Fleet Officers' OathThe First Fleet Officers' OathThe First Fleet Officers' Oath5 years ago in Drama More Like This
I ., citizen of the United Earth and Her Commonwealth, hereby pledge my Officer's allegiance to the People of Our Domain.
I solemnly swear to uphold and defend the Constitution of the United Earth with respect, honour and strength. Be it a time of peace or war, I will defend my Homeland and Her People, even at the cost of my own life. Following the example of all who marched under Our Banner, I obey the orders of my superiors with dignity.
Under no circumstances shall I cause harm to the interests of Our Domain, nor will I ever bargain with the enemy whom I have sworn to protect Our Domain from. In the eyes of the People of Our Domain, I take this oath for History to judge me and find me worthy of being an Officer of the United Earth First Fleet.
Cum Arma Pro Patria Terra.
The Strange Future of the 36th Century: A ProfileThe Strange Future of the 36th Century: Legend of the Galactic HeroesThe Strange Future of the 36th Century: A Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
“In every time, in every place, the deeds of men remain the same…”
In the Year of Our Lord 2039, in a galaxy much like our own, whole cities and entire nations were wiped out in what came to be called the Thirteen Day War. No one knows who fired first, but aftermath of the nuclear dark ages that followed would have far-reaching consequences. By the year 2129 AD, the United Earth Government was established in Brisbane, Australia, bringing together the shattered remnants of civilization. For the first time in history, all humanity was unified as one species, especially as people sallied forth into the Solar System and beyond. The oneness of mankind however could only go so far before human nature and history once more came into the picture. In due time, the burgeoning space colonists grew restless with United Earth. Tensions and calls for independence soon escalated to outright
Polaris - Fly-outCaptain David Metlesits looked around all the unfamiliar faces in the room. There were Humans, Andorians, a Caitian or two and some folks whose race he simply did not know. And there was the one familiar figure, standing next to him: Branch Admiral Boccioni, her age compensated by her spirit.Polaris - Fly-out3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- This meeting of the Inter-Federation Armed Forces is in session, as of now. Boccioni said. Even though she was a First Fleeter, she out-ranked everybody in the room, given that her only two superiors were the Fleet Admiral of Starfleet and the C in C of the Federation. The slight buzz of chatter that filled the room ended abruptly. The time for being official has begun.
- Captain Metlesits. said an Andorian Rear Admiral, his face lined with age and experience As you very well know, this meeting will decide on the upcoming relationship between our separate branches of military.
- Sir, yes sir. Metlesits nodded. He wanted to show himself as an officer of the
Every time we die´Every time you die… I die too.´Every time we die2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lying next to you calms me down despite my heart is beating like crazy. I can hear the storm roaring in the distance, but it doesn´t bother me. Only thing which matters right now is your hand so close to mine.
It´s so hard to reach out for it. Small distance seems so long now. I feel so tired. I´d wish to sleep but I fight it and I manage to move my hand until it touches yours. I´m afraid to hold it but then you lightly squeeze my palm back.
That simple touch makes my heart almost stop and in the same time it makes me wanting to cry in happiness. It means a world to me when you let me twist our fingers together. They match perfectly, like right pieces of puzzle.
How many times did we twist our fingers like this before? Too few. You always want to do it and I know, but I pull back every time you try. Why is it so hard to let someone get close to you? Why am I letting you get closer despite it scare
Skyrim Dictionary: Dragon to EnglishThe Dragon LanguageSkyrim Dictionary: Dragon to English3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dragon to English
Aal- May (as in "May his soul")
Aam- Hmm? (expression of disbelief)
Ahraan- Wound (noun)
Now or never - A Polaris storyNow or neverNow or never - A Polaris story4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Starship Polaris story
- For a hundred thousand years, the Tzenkethi had not known defeat. the Emperor Risson said, not forgetting the emphatic cough at the end of his words to emphasize his species' valour.
- A lot has changed during a hundred thousand years. Metlesits said Back then, Humans were hardly more than smart apes.
- Tosevites, hmpff! Risson hissed You know nothing about the Tzenkethi.
- As far as I know, you depend on us Tosevites now. Metlesits sighed The Kzinti will wipe out every male, female and hatchling once they land on this planet. Without our technology, this would not be a truth but that of the past.
- And how I hate to admit it being a truth. Risson's eye turrets focused upon the Human standing in front of him. The Human Tosevite in his language looked tired, his crimson wrappings stained with blood and that strange, odorous liquid his kind's skin secreted as a natural coolant. R
Second Syndrome- Mikida :4:Sometimes, Mikado wondered to himself. He wondered about a lot of things- did he spend too much time on the computer? (no, he didn't spend near enough) Was he going to die young from having ramen every day? (yes, probably) What actually was the square root of three? (the calculator said 1.732, but he always thought it must have been something deep than that) But there was one subject he'd discovered that his mind contemplated more often than any of those:Second Syndrome- Mikida :4:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Had his best friend finally gone insane?
"Hey, Mikado, you're really cuddly, you know that?" Masaomi's voice sounded right next to his ear. Mikado shifted nervously in the blonde's arms, offering a noncommittal almost-squeak in reply.
Another question. How had they gotten into this position, exactly? It must have been something to do with the homework that Mikado had decided to do early, leading to Masaomi getting grumpy at him for ignoring him, which lead to him tackling him into a hug, which led to-
Them cuddling on the floor
Friend like Me- Demon!Male!Reader x Male!UkraineYou entered the smoke filled room, gagging slightly from the smell. It was times like this you regretted having heightened senses; you absentmindedly wondered if you could get your sense of smell made more impervious, just a little. As you walked further and further into the room, the smoke became thicker, added to by numerous patrons, both seen and unseen. Jazz filled the air, the red couches and silk curtains adding to the feel of playboy luxury.Friend like Me- Demon!Male!Reader x Male!Ukraine2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It wasn't your choice of establishment; that was for certain. Had you had your way, this meeting would take place in one of the coffee houses surrounding the river; at this time of night they'd be just as crowded, just as easy to hide in and a whole lot kinder on your nose. You had no idea why your handler, or pimp as Daniel sometimes referred to himself as, had chosen such a place for a meeting with your client. One of the staff gestured towards a wooden door and you ducked through into a private room, eager to see what your employer, pr
The kids aren't alright but there's always drugsLate nights leave me with a tongueThe kids aren't alright but there's always drugs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That feels too big in my mouth,
And a head full of vowels that smash against each other
In the most wonderful way.
Like star vomit and pesticide veins,
All strewn together in defected daisy chain pupils,
And drunken babbles that ache from
The hollows of my eyelids.
We were jail bird tendencies
with a knack for ruffling feathers
because we are the angel girls,
back lit in neon beams of late nights
spent on the strip searching for fame.
Trying to stay young or die beautiful
With flowers in our hair and cloud dust
In the cracks of our lungs.
Wishing we were a little less disastrous
And a little more glamorous,
We were gutter sluts looking
for cheap love in the back seats of cars.
There are no moonlit silhouettes
Just hang dog mornings where the sun
Burns the back of our throats,
Where we’d ache for those moments where dawn
Breaks over our glass rimmed wrists
And freckled synapses.
What we makeWhat we make A Jameron fanfictionWhat we make5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The jeep whooshed through the empty road, leaving the buzz of Los Angeles behind for good. It was a warm day, the sun shining brightly on a perfect blue sky, the silence of the road disturbed only by the hum of the car's engine and the occasional cry of a bird flying overhead. Tomorrow, all of this will be gone, reduced to a nuclear wasteland. Tomorrow, Judgment Day shall tear the world apart as he knew it but not as she knew it.
- What is our mission? Cameron asked as John cut off the engine and opened the door to step outside. Before he could courteously open the door for her, she was already outside the car, scrutinizing their surroundings.
- I told you, Cameron, it's not a mission. John said It's just a field trip.
- Field trips usually mean missions. she said in a voice that allowed no other truth but hers. John, however, just laughed and started to walk away from the car. Cameron followed her, not wanting
Polaris GenerationsGenerationsPolaris Generations3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The old man squinted in the harsh sunlight that filled the large waiting hall of the top of the Admirality Building. Beyond the large windows translucent walls, to be more precise the life in Leningrad moved on as it did for hundreds of years. The old man walked to the window, metallic leg braces creaking slightly: he needed to oil them, though not that badly. An open window allowed a slight breeze to sweep his grey hair. He still had hair and was damn proud of it. His kind was usually less sensitive to hair loss, but he wasn't a young man any more he was ancient as he saw himself.
He still wore his old style uniform. The crimson tunic and black pants felt a bit tight he has gained some weight after retirement. After such a lifetime, he deserved to dwell a bit in the sin of gluttony. His shoulder plates displayed the rank of Vice Admiral, a thing he never felt ready for, although it was a good many decades since he has recieved this promotion.
The Future According to Google Search ResultsA while back someone suggested I make a scenario from this: http://xkcd.com/887/The Future According to Google Search Results10 months ago in Settings More Like This
So, I actually went ahead and did it.
In the Year 2101.
In retrospect, the 2015 declaration of progress on the UN Millenium Goals has to qualify as the most wildly overoptimistic statement of the 21st century.
It’s a hotter world, some 4-7 degrees warmer, depending on where you live, as warm as the Cretaceous. Much of Germany is now tropical, palms grow along the Berlin streets rather than Lindens, and the Arctic sea is ice-free in summer. Sea levels have risen by over a meter, and the levees around New York are too tall to see the Ocean over at street level: less wealthy coastal cities have become either depopulated or have learned to love canals. Lake Mead has evaporated and Mt. Kilimanjaro is ice-free in summers. An era of mass extinctions has only recently passed its peak: sea acidification and warming has largely wiped out the corals in the wild, the emperor penguin is gone outside of gene banks
Long After 1984A drabble.Long After 19842 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Third-Rank Hierarch of the Inner Church grinned. He had discovered a clear error of dogma in the annoying Second-Rank Hierarch James of Oxfrd's writings – he was implying that the current Nine Castes were an elaboration of a smaller number which had existed at some time in the past. That was clearly a doubleplus ungood violation of the Principle of Conservatism, under which only the High Council of the two Innermost Castes could recreate Falsepast to bring it in line with Truefuture. A clear case of Thoughtcrime. He wet his quill in the ink and began writing. If he followed Properproc and made sure to put this information in the correct hands, he would rise and James of Oxfrd would sink: at the very least banished from the Inner Castes and be Made Straight, possibly even be declared an Unperson and suffer the Seven Tortures.
All was Plusgood. The Hierarch paused and gazed out the window of the Ministry of Truth. It was a lovely spring day in the year 2484, and the sun wa
You Captivate MeHonestly,You Captivate Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to tell you this...
But you constantly enter my thoughts
A smile crosses my lips
When I see your name light up my phone
Butterflies invade my stomach
Whenever I see you smile
A smile so powerful
That I can't help but smile back
I reach for you in my sleep
Desperately wishing to find you
Hold onto you
Be safe and comfortable
In a way only you can make me feel
Not being able to adequately
Explain my feelings for you
Tells me that this sort of thing
Doesn't happen every day
Frankly, love, you captivate me
A PieceA Piece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is there anything you liked?
Anything at all
Or am I just wasting my time
And letting myself fall
I won't let you break me
Why can't you see
That piece of you
Is still a piece of me
A Song of Ice and Suns - PROLOGUEPROLOGUEA Song of Ice and Suns - PROLOGUE5 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“We should start back,” Gared urged as a rock the size of a country manor drew past their fragile craft, the far too distant pale sunlight turning the slowly rotating pock-marked boulder into a spectacle of light and shadow. “The Wildlings are gone. Or dead. Either way suits me.”
“Do the dead frighten you?” Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.
Gared did not rise to the bait. He was an old man, close to a hundred now, and he had seen the lordlings come and go. He wrinkled his nose at the smell inside the small ship. An old courier, nimble and with good endurance, and easy to maintain. Still, three grown men sharing a room no larger than a sleeping cell back at Castle Black for more than four weeks now was something the vessel's builders had never intended for. Gared thought he had gotten used to the rank and somewhat putrid stink of old sweat, other body odors and stale air. But right now he felt it bearing down on him like s
Peter Anderson - Diary IIIPeter Anderson - Diary III5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Peter Anderson - Inspiration
Peter Anderson: After three months of holiday on the surface we've come back. I don't know, but it seems that Sun helped us. Billy has grown up and I have got amazing vein, working and working. I'm releasing new book soon: "Secrets of the underwater utopia". Really nice story about city located somewhere at Atlantic Ocean. That utopia have been destroyed, because citizens had found amazing drug, which made them mad. It had given them a power, longer life but toke humanity. A few of my friends have checked it out and laughed, especially Winston Hoffner. They think that's impossible, but who knows...