A moment on the roadA moment on the road2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On a road from Loimola towards Suvilahti, early March 1940...
Something blew up ahead on the dark blue road. Rucksacks no longer felt heavy as their carriers threw themselves into the ditch, crawled behind rocks and trees. Snow fell from the nearby spruces like a white powder. Some were still covering their heads and rifles with their hands, as some lifted their faces from the ground. Men stared at each other's faces with uncertainty.
What should we do? Was the enemy somewhere near? Was someone hit? Did someone else piss his pants?
As the ringing echo of the explosion disappeared into the night, distant gunfire was heard ever clearer now. Dry nagging of machineguns and some rifle shots. The sounds made one or two of the men to feel sick. Either that, or they had managed to puncture their ears.
It was their first day and they hadn't even reached their Company yet. They were fresh. Still in their boyhood. The 2nd Company had been mauled pretty badly. More men were needed.
"It's just th
Unser Kaiser KarlUnser Kaiser Karl2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Nicht nur des Heiligen Reiches
Sondern von ganz Europa
's gab ein Ziel in seinem Herzen
Niemand konnte das ausmerzen
's war sein ganzes Leben da
Von der Krone von Kastilien
Vom Thron Wiens und Norditaliens
Glänzt' sein Schild über das Land
Uns're Herzen wußten alle,
Nie und nimmer wird es fallen
Ja, er reichte uns die Hand
Der Doppeladler stand so stolz
Doch da gab's auch eine Allianz
Am goldenen Horizont
Erst die Lilien und die Schlüssel
Und die Löwen mit den Flügeln,
Dann die Fahne mit dem Mond
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Für das Reich in allen Kreisen
Hat er nur den Fried'n geliebt
Das war der Habsburgische Traum
Bei Wien, bei Pavia und Rom
Stand der Adler unbesiegt
THE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS[I] Thou Shalt Not See It ComingTHE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"You sure it's safe to walk home at this time of night?" Said Hero. Heroine punched him lightly on the shoulder. "What, you think I can't take care of myself?" Wiseguy just snorted. "Oh, come on. There's nobody outside tonight. You wouldn't have anybody to fight. These streets," he held his arms out and spun around, "Are devoid of a single living soul."
[II] Thou Shalt Not Trust Thine Government
Skeptic ran up to Hero, waving a newspaper around. "Hey, did you catch the news last night?" Hero shook his head, taking the paper out of Skeptic's hands and skimming the headlines. Wiseguy snapped his fingers, looking jittery. "Yo, man. I saw that! They say it's some kind of chemical agent, made by the government."
[III] Thou Shalt Not Use The Word 'Zombie'
"What do those look like to you?" Whispered Heroine from their perch on the roof. Hero shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting. "They're just people. Walking funny, but they're people..." Wisegu
The Defence of Vandea"Squad Bravo, come in, over."The Defence of Vandea3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is squad Bravo, over."
"Brothers, the Alien have reached our position. Get the Captain to the Thunderhawk. It does not take a genius to establish we have failed The Emporer this day."
"Understood, brother. Emperor be with you."
The sky was a shroud of grey and blue with the occasional beam of almost-holy sunlight bathed the bloodied ground littered with amber-clad Tau soldiers somewhere deep in the jungles, along with the unpreserved bodies of fallen Blood Ravens. The Alien forces of the Tau Empire had destroyed most of our Orbital Beacons, levelled our Land Speeder production facility on the western side of the jungle, and Rhino Transport factory to the east of our stronghold.
"Brothers, stand your ground! The Alien scum approaches!" I ordered, pulling the enormous cocking handle back on my .75 caliber Bolter with a heavy clunk. The sounds of readying weapons behind me as two squads of Blood Ravens took cover behind sandbag emplacements and s
The Day After the Day After Tomorrow"Perhaps our most controversial president, Dick Cheney (2007-2012)  is often and understandably portrayed as a monster. It is certainly true that many of his policies were ill-advised operation "Preserve America", the establishment of US rule in Mexico by US troops from the South and recalled from abroad, was carried out in the awareness that there was no way Latin America was going to be able to absorb roughly 150 million refugees on short notice many of his initiatives were poorly thought out, hastily put together in a terrible rush to do something, anything, as people starved and froze by the millions remembers operations "Freedom from want", in which crops and food supplies were seized in Central America, the Caribbean " Lend a Hand" and the mass use of forced labor to carry out agricultural expansion and construction programs "Restore Freedom", in which the reestablishment of government authority over much of the US was carried out more liThe Day After the Day After Tomorrow2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Cry of the BansheeCry of the Banshee2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could the reaper of darkness be nigh?
The answer soon came from up on high.
The men who dress in long white robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there! Some who are dressed in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might,
was he the one for whom she wailed,
or will they all go down unveiled?
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, now barely awake.
Lo and behold! The CITY had fallen.
The faces of many had now grown sullen.
Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give out advice.
Never again will she preach for a price.
Welcome HomeThe passing flare of headlightsWelcome Home6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carve through the evening fog
As I roll away
Consumed with fear
Desperately clamoring for home
Shadows ascend pridefully
From the stream of travelers
Their immense hunger boils with vigor
For the warm luxuries beyond
Alive and obscured
As I cleave the back roads
In flight of sprawling silence
Below the hills I’ve claimed
Through the scourge of fallen mist
And the calm treachery of night
My unseen frame
Grateful and overjoyed
Worn and stale
The very next
The seven ecumenical councilsThe seven ecumenical councilsThe seven ecumenical councils1 year ago in Historical More Like This
1. Year 325: Council of Nicaea I.
- Convened by the Emperor Constantine the Great, against Arius (scholar priest from Alexandria). Pope Sylvester.
- Outcome: Nicene symbol, with identity of nature between the father and the son. First formulation of the Credo. Rank of the patriarchal seats. Primacy of the roman see. Administrative and liturgical questions. Divine nature of the conciliar decisions.
2. Year 381: Council of Constantinople I.
- Convened by the Emperor Theodosius, against arianism and about the divine nature of the holy spirit. Without roman delegates, but the ecumenical nature of decisions (in the Credo) will be recognized in the Council of Chalcedon (see below).
- Outcome: divinity of the holy spirit. Canon 3: primacy of Rome but the 2nd place is placed in Constantinople (residence of the Emperor).
- 391, Emperor Theodosius prohibited
History of the Iraq-Syrian WarHistory of the Iraq-Syrian War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With falling support and political turmoil, the dictator and president of Iraq, Malik Hassan Zaid al-Asad, had his military leaders devise a strategy to invade Iran during the Iranian Revolution in 1979. The hope was that if Iran fell, no one would be able to question the validity of the al-Asad regime. A week before Iraqi troops prepared to cross the border, American troops invaded Iran to "stabilize" the country. With US troops in Iran, the invasion was called off. al-Asad decided that Syria would then be a better target. Before any real battle plans could be draw, al-Asad ordered the invasion. The invasion caught the Syrian military by surprise, but Iraqi supply lines quickly broke down during the Battle of Deir ez-Zor. Syria managed to recover from the shock and go on the offensive. After defeating the Iraqi Army at Deir ez-Zor (1980), they began to push them back to the border.
With Syrian troops close to the border, retired general, Akbar Khalif Rajaa al-Anfal, was forced back in
The Emperor's AcceptanceAs Commissar Phokas surveyed the fallen Eldar bodies, he heard a growl from behind him. It was the beastman, Sergeant Snaligraz.The Emperor's Acceptance2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We have killed lots for the Emperor, Sir," said the beastman. "But many of us are dead."
"You have fought hard, Sergeant," said the commissar.
"Malkrul is really hurt, Sir."
"Let me see him, Sergeant," Phokas commanded.
Phokas was duly led to a group of beastmen who surrounded a wounded member of their platoon.
Commissar Phokas looked down at the wounded beastman and saw a painful sight. One of the beastman's curled horns was broken and his eye swollen and closed. He was bleeding from multiple wounds. Beastmen smelled foul at the best of times, but a wounded beastman was truly an accursed stench.
Phokas contemplated summoning a medic, but he had doubts about whether the beastman would survive long enough to receive ministrations. He also did not want to divert a medic from aiding the wounded humans. Priorities had to be made.
"Rest easy, Soldier," said Phoka
Milky WayAs I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,Milky Way2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
crickets are chirping their songs from afar.
From my home on the hill the view is sublime,
such heavenly scenes inspire many a rhyme.
As I gaze I soon wonder what life's all about,
hatred and wars sometimes cause me to doubt.
Yet surely this cosmic dance high 'bove my head,
was created by Someone whose heart for me bled.
This I am sure of and yes, this I believe,
that the "Someone" who made us wants us to be free.
Free from the pain and the sorrow and guilt,
free to seek peace on this planet He's built.
For now such things, too wonderful for me,
has made my head sleepy, it's time for my tea.
Time to get moving as the dawn has approached,
I'll ponder yet later this quandary I've broached.
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1Sensual Moon: Love Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
winter crescent moon
across my breasts-
he calls me wisteria
clouds under the moon-
yielding winter pears
selecting ripe persimmons -
warm scent of last night
green shoots forced
from the gardener's manure -
we linger, moon watching
on a moonlit garden path
too cold out to be tempted
6 our astrological elements
my air to his fire -
a position for
every phase of the moon
tangent moon -
the sounds he makes;
a night creature's song
after, my streaming hair
for his head to rest upon
the low-slung moon
also in repose
moon tides penetrate -
he's still with me
at dawn's first light
The Ragged MarchEach hollow homestead illuminatesThe Ragged March10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each hour drags on
Stalemate after stalemate
Inch by inch
The hunters pry from the hunted
And are expunged by fury
Yard by yard
Days are fed to weeks
That quake on end
As the dead spring to life
With fire in hand and fiendish thoughts
As the dying freeze over
Legions trudge on
A thoughtless voyage
For the black wells of triumph and glory
As the rounds spring from hiding
With deathly and cold precision
Motors still sputter on
Guzzling their rotten and ailing resolve
As droves of sons pour in
To take and relinquish
Take and relinquish
The focus of prey defers with malice
Far and wide
Awaiting, the final toll
It blares late!
In thundering unison!
In colossal waves of fire and dread!
The amassed wield a nooses stern pull
Swarming their foe
Column after column
Soldiers far and wide
Douse the hounds in lead
Set the nights aflame
In sheets of searing vengeance
For the wives they stole
For their own squandered sons
For daughters deflowered
And legacies befoule
Her MajestyHer Majesty surveys from her tawny palace's balcony.Her Majesty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her father the Sun cozies her with his light's embrace.
Snow-pale linen enwraps her midnight-dark frame,
A slender build but her curves are gentle.
Gold and gems gleam around her neck and arms,
But her cobra-hood crown burns brightest of all.
Her Majesty leans against the columned railing.
Fishers' reed rafts bob on the dazzling Nile,
While crocodiles slither past the ranting hippos.
Papyrus and palms sway along the black banks.
The kingdom's young crop rests below the water's edge.
Mud hut villages chatter in two tongues.
They are the voices of men and the thumping of drums.
Her Majesty inhales the sweet lotus scent.
The twin towers of the temples' pylon gates
Sting her eyes with their holy white glow.
Among these the obelisks point skyward,
Spears of stone engraved with pictures.
Highest of all rise her ancestors' tombs.
These limestone mountains have golden peaks.
Her Majesty sighs with tears glossing her cheeks.
She brings the fl
Farewell to Keepsake ReveriesNights are forever garnishedFarewell to Keepsake Reveries10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the incessant groan of peril
Spawned by the ghosts of fatherly footsteps
Their sons into the same
Estranged from twilit exuberance
Soft spoken dreams
Are dispatched by heavy hands
Crumbled ivory, and fractured silver
Future eyes are robbed of all wonder
Quietly swindled by far gone ages
With childlike intrigue
We journey for the cold and instant
By the very hands we once deplored
We foolishly store all worth
In dry and shallow ravines
Where they wither without complaint or thought
Carefully, stagnant and mute
Killzone speechMy people,Killzone speech6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Sons and daughter of Helgan. For many years, we have been a broken nation.
And conquered by those we sought to escape!
Ten years ago! I asked for time, and time was granted by you. You!
The strength in my arm, the holders of my dreams.
Our forefathers embarked, on the greatest exodus, in the history of all mankind.
Ann exodus for freedom,
Helgan became that freedom!
Our new world, changed our bodies. At first, it weakened us, but in fact, we were only growing stronger.
In the time you have given me I have rebuilt our nation,
I have rebuilt our strength, and I have rebuilt our pride.
Our enemies at home have been reeducated,
We have given them new insights into our cause,
On this day we stand united once more,
On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice!
On this day we shall act as one!
And we shall be ignored no more!
*Awesome ownage scene with Helghast killing the crap outta ISA*
Defenders of the Helghast dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!!!
HastingsHastings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On Senlac Hill, the grasses blow,
The forest hums with song;
Old Senlac Hill, by Hastings town
Gleams cold and all alone.
Here, the tramp and clink of maille rings,
Echoes 'cross the open meadow;
The clash and bite of iron sword,
And the spears are all a-splintering.
Here, the cloven helm, the whistling arrow,
Proud banners catch the breeze;
The baying horns still fill the dales
From a thousand years ago.
The gold-red drake of Wessex
Burns swathes of blood and fire,
His fiery tongue lays waste the ships
of the northern king, Hardrada.
The dark cold waters of Umber
Are blackened with smoldering reek
Stamford Bridge, soaks her feet in the scarlet
Of forsworn blood-brother's bones.
The battle won, the Norsemen defeated,
The Wessex dragon flies south on thund'ring wings.
As the proud crests of Normandy
Break upon its shores.
The stormy winds of autumn's breath
Abate before the towering spray
Slicing through the murm'ring Channel
Bow before the fleet invader's prows.
The whirlwind son of Go
MemoriesThe pages are flimsy and awkward between Clark's fingers, shaking in their effort to be gentle. He knows the boy is looking at him expectantly, but he's a bit lost in how much these pages once meant; how much more they must mean now.Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The child clears his throat. Clark gives him a coin and offers a polite thank you; the boy replies appropriately before rushing down the cobblestone path. Clark turns, journals in hand, down the hall of his home. His steps are the slow and cautious pace of someone not paying attention. He manages to make it to the veranda before collapsing on one of the chairs there.
There is a letter. And empty thing of solitude and mock sorrow. It informs him in twisting, curt language that the good captain Lewis has unfortunately died on October the eleventh of the year eighteen hundred and nine. Clark twists it in his hand, struggling between the idea of crumpling and throwing the sheet as far from his person as possible and setting it on the table beside him. With gre
The InquisitorUltramarine Commander Tygerius stood with the Inquisitor in the colossal battleship and stared through the viewscreen at the planet Knuhm.The Inquisitor3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fighting was over. The rebellion on Knuhm had been crushed. The combined forces of Space Marines and Imperial Guard had yet again triumphed over the evil of Chaos. Yet at what cost? Thousands had died and a major part of the planet's population had been wiped out.
They had seen some terrible sights as the full power of Chaos had been unleashed. Foul horned daemons armed with terrible swords, hideous women with clawed limbs riding on impossibly slender beasts, shimmering pink and blue creatures that shifted their form and maggot-infested one-eyed beings that oozed slime. The Space Marine officer tried to banish these thoughts from his mind.
"You must forget what you have seen," said the Inquisitor, as though he was reading Tygerius' very thoughts. "The lure of Chaos can play on the mind through simple knowledge."
"Those rebels were fools to think
Mire of Fever DreamsIn the mire of predawnMire of Fever Dreams3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The conscience sways
Through the bends of fever dreams
Guilt trips and forgotten dismay
Past grief emerges
From the churning insides
Coiled by the fatal
Steam of remembrance
Once deferred from
Follow closely through the muck
Of misfortune and distress
And the bog does not waver
It carries on with no end
Steaming and fuming
And so cruel to reminisce
Sleep Well Old FriendFor the far reaches of long agoSleep Well Old Friend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were gilded memories
Rampant, spared and unscathed
I approached them with caution
Beneath the still veil of nightfall
The ominous blare of brooding consciousness
Bereft of a whimper
Stripped of the ever slight stir of inner turmoil
Upon the threshold of rest
I wander the terrain once I knew well
Upon each precious blade of grass
And all comforting wisps of long ago
My effortless retreat
Binds me to wonder
To marvel at my former self
Unshackled and certain
When the pages were always full and content
Beckoning with potential
And brimming with inquiry
Have all been spent
Worn to their core
And chiming “Well done”
To morn is but a wasted effort
As the loving past
Shall forever prosper within my thoughts