Unser Kaiser KarlUnser Kaiser Karl3 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
History of the Iraq-Syrian WarHistory of the Iraq-Syrian War3 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
Sensual Moon: Love Haiku1Sensual Moon: Love Haiku3 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
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 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 Acceptance3 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
HildebrandsliedOld German:Hildebrandslied2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Ik gıhorta dat ſeggen
dat ſih urhettun ænon muotın •
hıltıbrant entı hadubrant untar herıun tuem •
ſunu fatarungo • ıro ſaro rıhtun •
garutun ſe ıro gudhamun • gurtun ſih • ıro • ſuert ana •
helıdoſ ubar rınga do ſie to dero hıltu rıtun •
hıltıbrant gımahalta herıbranteſ ſunu • her uuaſ heroro man
feraheſ frotoro • her fragen gıſtuont
fohem uuortum • ƿer ſin fater ƿarı
fıreo ın folche … •
eddo ƿelıhheſ cnuoſleſ du ſiſ •
ıbu du mı enan ſageſ ık mı de odre uuet
Her MajestyHer Majesty surveys from her tawny palace's balcony.Her Majesty3 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
HastingsHastings4 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
The Confederate-Japanese WarThe Confederate-Japanese War6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Confederate-Japanese War, A Brief History of the Pacific War.
1941 December 8th the Confederate States Navy attacks the Imperial Japanese Navel base at Truk. The Japanese lost 4 battleships, the Haruna, Hiei, Kirishima and the Yamashiro, and lost 3 destroyers and 6 more ships were damaged. 179 planes were destroyed and over 2500 people were killed. Japan declares war on the CSA and asks France and Great Britain to join the war.
Both nations are sympathetic, but locked in a death struggle with Republican Germany and cannot possibly fight the industrial might of the CSA and its puppet states.
1942 the CSA occupies Japanese New Guinea and the Marianas, Caroline, and Marshall Islands. The Japanese hold out as long as they can, fighting ferociously when the empire is threatened, with very few prisoners ever being taken by the CSA.
The natives of occupied territory, along with Japanese immigrants are transported to America for slavery, where Oriental slaves remain popular to t
THE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS[I] Thou Shalt Not See It ComingTHE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS7 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
SakuIno Ch:1 BegginingSakuIno Ch:1 Beggining5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SakuIno Ch1: Beggining
This takes place in a modern day Konoha and it's my first SakuIno...fanfic i guess you could call it, hope you enjoy!
Today is the start of a new year of school and the first day of high school. My name is Haruno Sakura i'm in a group called "Team 7" with three other people and there names are Uzumaki Naruto he acts like a total idiot some times but he's really nice, next there is Uchiha Sasuke he is so cool and i'm in love with him, and last there is our sensei Hatake Kakashi aka "Kakashi the copy Ninja" "Oh Shit! It's 7:00 am already I have to go or i'll be late".
Today is the start of a new year of school and the first day of high school. My name is Yamanka Ino i'm in a group called "Team 10" with three other people and there names are
Nara Shikamaru he looks really really stupid but he's a genius and really lazy, next is Akimichi Chouji he loves to eat and he really (looks around) fat, and last our sensei Sarutobi Asuma the
Only Woman on the PlanetAfter the ordeal on the space hulk Twilight, Ophilia Midkiff was ready to accept the offer of four months rest and respite. She had to wait two days for a ship that could take her from Scintilla to Iocanthos, and she used that time to make some visits to the family and friends she probably would never see again.Only Woman on the Planet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Back on Iocanthos, Ophilia felt at peace with her Sisters at the Abbey of the Dawn. She set herself a strict regimen of prayer and contemplation for hours each day, followed by weapons practice with the other Sisters in her Order. It wouldn't do any good to let her skills get rusty. She had to break in the chain sword she'd gotten from Pietr after he'd found himself a better quality model. Her Sisters were more than happy to help her work out some new tactics and build her coordination so she could successfully wield two weapons at once. Her new recoil glove would allow her to use the bolt gun and the chain sword at the same time.
As her respite drew to an end, Ophilia's Canone
And Still They Reminisce Upon the Fury Long AgoJuly 4th 1901And Still They Reminisce Upon the Fury Long Ago2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We braved winds of sulfur
Where the skies chimed death
Arching and blossoming with flame
Many lads stormed
For the arms of their finest hour
Meeting only, a hail of thundering misery
Crackling, at the edge of fiery and murderous unison
These finals words greet legions of young
They pummel the earth, spitting and groaning
Smoldering, at each harrowing and tearing volley
Droves about face and flee
As a second volley whips from behind
Many more dive into eternity
Butchered and scathed beneath the billowing horror
A foul stench
Is courted by the wind
While fortunate souls limp for safety
Disheveled ranks weave themselves whole again
And stride once more, for the quaking inferno
Fifes lark innocently
Urging the wall of blue forward
As the slaughter lashes among us
While cannons mask the drummers kit
Hurling dirt and shards into the grander haze of day
The dismembered screech through the nights
The Emperor Born AgainSilence...The Emperor Born Again7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound filled the cavernous interior of the Chapel of The Emperor ascendent,
a horrible, heart wrenching noise that no man should ever know the true meaning of.
But here it was, today as real as it ever was and had any lesser men been here,
they surely would have crumpled into foetal balls, weeping at the deafening quiet of the moment.
But these were not 'lesser men', these were not mortals, these were Astartes.
Gods among men they had been called, Chosen of the Emperor beloved by all and today it was
believeable. Here they stood, resplendent in ancient power armour of pure gold,
looking down into the room, a giant room, it's walls and ceiling lined with gold over which was cast a spectral light the colour of a star being born.
For all intents and purposes that's what it was a star, a solid ball of pure emotion, conjured from the warp it's self, the manifestation of humanity's love for it's master, upon a million, nay a BILLION worlds of the Imperium of man, one thought e
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.Memories5 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
ZombiesThe dead stumble into the nightZombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty graves left open
Under the moons eerie light
The smell of brains is potent
Horrified Screams pierce through the air
Ghastly figures roar through the town
On destructive paths, no one knows where
Terrified beings dragged to the ground
With blood, they'll paint the morning skies
Killing everything in sight
Under the silver-lit moon, it's no surprise
The undead will win the fight
Everyone becomes a mortal foe
Civil war in the streets
If you have fear, don't let it show
The zombies plot is almost complete
Pain and agony in every shout
They ignore their merciful cries
The human race they will wipe out
An promise you can't deny
Crimson eyes wathing the wicked
The chaos is quickly spread
Murder is a plague being transmitted
As if the streets were paved in red
The population has decreased
The battle was won
Now they will return to peace
For the bloody war was done
Breaker's Debut:Test RunBreaker's Debut:Test Run5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
in the age of wonder
this land was green and good
until the crystal cracked
- Crystal Method "Trip Like I Do"
The crew of the armored car were growing complacent. As always on "blindfold" runs, they didn't know what the cargo was. Nor did they know the destination - instead they followed the directions of the GPS, which updated with the various waypoints in real time. The GPS file was constructed by the client, and delivered to the armored car company along with the cargo. That way, no one but the client would know the route the truck would take. Still, the crew was expected to watch for external threats, altho' the truck itself was able to withstand most incidental threats, including attacks from most supers.
This meant the driver and the three other guards were completely surprised when the pavement in front of them exploded. The driver tromped on the brakes, dragging the truck t
Cry of the BansheeCry of the Banshee3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I heard a wailing so soft and low,
through the trees I spied an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there silent, 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?
My answer soon came from up on high.
"The men who dress in those long white robes,
who spread their lies all across this globe.
See there! Many who are dressed in red!
Their godless decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered with all his might,
was he that someone for whom she wailed,
or will they all be unmasked, unveiled?"
The sound did fade as the dawn did break,
I turned on the news, 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.
Milky WayMilky Way3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay on the ground and look up at the stars,
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,
have 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.
The God PlanPeter emerged from the womb screaming, like an average baby. He learned how to walk, how to talk, at an average speed. In school he achieved average grades, and after school, he had an average job.The God Plan6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Peter never did anything extraordinary. After thirty five years of being completely unexciting, Peter was sure of himself. He was sure that if he left, nobody would miss him. This is not to say that Peter wanted to leave, he wasnt a stupid man, but he knew that if one morning on his way to work in his perfectly normal red Mitsubishi he were rammed into by a truck, or if he skidded out of control and crashed into a tree, there would be no extravagant ceremony, no wailing and weeping. Perhaps the people he knew would feel a little sadness, but in no time at all he would become just another dead man, his name added to the list billions long.
One morning on his way to work in his perfectly normal red Mitsubishi Peter was rammed into by a truck. His car rolled a great distance and crashed i
Nightmare Incarnate: Prologue Prologue: Airi, The NightmareNightmare Incarnate: Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Millennia ago there was a tale, that of a demon who terrorized her home village of Vallenn which was later earned the moniker “Village of Nightmares”. This demon’s name was Airi, she haunted this village for centuries, she had a rare ability that power was the ability to create dreams or nightmares, and the true reason for her evil behaviour was eventually lost to time. But Airi wasn’t always so cruel and heartless, she was once just a little girl in a strange world, her family had left the demon realm when Airi was born, afraid of the life she may have to live if they stayed in the demonic realm. However, the people of Vallenn weren’t too pleased to have a family of demons living amongst them, they were able to live peacefully for several years but when the town eventually found out they had demons living amongst them they took action.
Airi’s family p