Every step is a centimeter.Rebirth came in a dank basement. Rotting snowEvery step is a centimeter.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and mud were scuffed into eternity on oozing cemetery grass.
Crows above, priests below.
The soul was a city broken but not sowed with salt
yet. It smothered the past with headlights,
streetlights swallowed by neon
and silence. The skies lost their way
between window reflections, painted your eyes,
then fell to pavement.
Lightning crouched like an animal
on bruise black skies,
raced across the skies, thick and white,
deafened voices and filled the eyes
drowned in tear-filled eyes
worlds.today, i scribbled planets on a piece of paper and gave them names. 'friendship', 'acceptance', 'hope', 'love', and 'happiness', i called them.worlds.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
then i drew a stick figure that i named 'alyssa'. i wrote a story about how she visited all of these planets and learned all about them.
(now, i can pretend to know these things. now, i can pretend to be a part of them.)
today, as i was on my way home, i saw a couple in the grass by the highway. they were dancing to music i couldn't hear.
for a moment, i thougth they were crazy. but a few minutes later, i felt like mourning.
because these people and their somewhat crazy actions were part of a world i would never know; never understand.
today, i told you how i feel like i'm in a world in which i don't belong; don't understand. i showed you my planets and the stick figure.
you smiled and drew a stick figure of your own. you said, 'this one will be me. and we can both just notbelong here. together.'
(but notbelonging with you fee
Writing 101 - Func.Sent.Persp.Writing 101 - Func.Sent.Persp.6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Functional Sentence Perspective (FSP)
1) What is it?
The functional sentence perspective looks at how language functions in the act of communication. It pays special attention to context and questions related to the theme-rheme (topic-focus) structure of a sentence.
Rheme is the part of a sentence that gives further information on the topic (the theme).
A sentence combines old information with new information. The position of the information tends to emphasize how it should be understood.
The new information tends to appear near the end of the sentence, while the beginning acts to put it into context.
-- Tomorrow, we will drive to the park.
-- We will drive to the park tomorrow.
In the first sentence, the speaker assumes that it is known that the event will happen tomorrow, and clarifies only what will happen ("drive to the park"). Thus "park" and "drive" are both potentially new i
MusicIf anyone ever tells youMusic6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
That magic is not real
They are lying,
Because magic is what music is made of.
Imagine that you are a violin.
You have three strings:
And the Soul.
Music is the bow
That comes out of the abyss
And sings along your strings.
Imagine that you
Are a rare and beautiful fish.
Music is the crashing waves
And swirling currents
That carry you to never never land.
Imagine that you are a sailor.
Music is the wind
Whipping through your hair
Which reminds you that this is where you belong.
Imagine that you are on an adventure.
Music is the faint sound
Which floats to you on the breeze
And calls you home.
Imagine that you are with your lover,
And deeply in love.
Music is the emotional orgasm
That you share through the night
Side by side.
Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners10 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never before known her to go even three days without tending to the garden, let alone three months.
Her taste in gardening was minimalist, and this I applauded; it may have been one of the reasons I married her, I forget now. Instead of the silly sentimentality of a lawn or a flower patch, she insisted that the entire garden was covered in soft fl
Inspire me, My Sweet Muse 14Jimmy was bouncing as we got off the tour bus. Disneyland was covered in snow and wasn't actually called Disneyland but Disneyworld. Really what's the point in that? Everyone knows that it's Disneyland, whether it's here, France or California. I smiled to myself as Jimmy bounced. Johnny yawned as Jimmy had kept him up all night with his tales of what he was gonna do in Disneyland. I looked over as Zacky linked his fingers in mine. He smiled at me and I returned the smile. Damn, he's just too cute.Inspire me, My Sweet Muse 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Avenged Sevenfold?" A voice said.
"That's us," Matt replied, shaking the guy's hand. That's when it hit me. Matt had arranged a trip out and judging by the fact that Jimmy's eyes had got wider; he had worked it out too. Matt was sudden glomped by Jimmy. "Jimmy!"
"Mattie!" He yelled. "You're the best!"
"Can't breath!" Matt gasped. I shook my head and turned to the guy.
"You better off just giving us the passes and running the other way," I stated. The guy pulled his gaze from us and handed me
God is Present In This WorkshopGod is present in this workshopGod is Present In This Workshop3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He guides my hands and He warms my heart.
He sits with me and my cup of tea.
He is there when I bring my wood in and He is there when I sweep out the chips at the end of the day.
When I have shattered a bowl of many hours work, He is there to help me clean out the kindling wood and tender I have unintentionally made.
He is there to remind that I have just learned something and to remember that it was just a chunk of wood.
When I sharpen my tools He is there to sharpen me.
God is present in this workshop.
There Are No Flowers On KanangarWe left the compoundThere Are No Flowers On Kanangar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was four
A new world, full of possibility
Beyond the perimeter walls of RC35
A strange and beautiful ecology of poisonous invertebrates
And carnivorous plants
There are no flowers on Kanangar
I visited a lab
When I was nine
A new frontier, observed from the lens of a microscope
A flask with a monolayer of ten million Starglazer cells
Over time I saw many plants and animals
Stunning and colorful, but unlike anything like I had seen before
There are no flowers on Kanangar
My parents divorced
When I was fourteen
My father stayed and my mother left
Taking a position in an off world consulting firm
Where she advised organizations how best to exploit new worlds
She never saw what I see in this place
There are no flowers on Kanangar
My mother returned
When I was nineteen
But only to scold my father for not sending me to a university
But the decision had been mine
After traveling the Trigalactic for three months
And smelling the roses, so to speak
There are no flowe
MAJESTIC - 01MAJESTIC – 01MAJESTIC - 013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The titan arose. It shook off an era's worth of sand and stone and rock and various umbrage, heedless of the mountains crumbling around it, and stood. The sun beat down upon its chrome hull, but the tarnished metal had endured things far worse than insignificant heat. The titan arose, and remained still, as sensors began to process information at a terrifying speed. One blue, glowing eye looked out on the dusty horizon, and at the same time, the titan's scanners pinged back their results. Nothing was alive in the great red wasteland that surrounded it.
A deep, grinding sound rolled out from deep inside the titan's chest, a sonorous echo of sadness an eon old. The titan had seen oceans fade away into nothing, had seen the core of a world wither away and die. It had watched civilizations drag themselves out of the primordial mud and build for themselves shining cities and achieve great things, and it had watched those same civilizations collapse and disappear
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 3STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 32 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
February 22, 2270
From the surface, the sand-filled basin that spread westwards from the low hills where the spacewreck was located seemed to go on forever. Garadun had seen pictures of Earth’s Sahara Desert, and this landscape looked pretty much identical. Many of the sand dunes were enormous: towering drifts that stretched in waves to the horizon.
Slogging across the sand wasn’t especially difficult because the planet’s lighter gravity reduced his weight, and therefore his feet didn’t sink quite as deep as they might’ve. As for little Magik, her weight wasn’t a factor whatsoever and she padded over the sand with all the grace her spacesuit allowed. The reason they were marching across the alien desert was because there was a mountainous mesa of stone a few kilometres west of the derelict and Magik wanted to have a look. Garadun was honestly just as curious as his cat. Wind-blown sand had carved fantastic shapes
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: PrologueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Prologue3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
February 22, 2270
The smell of cooking food woke Magik from her nap; she sat up from where she was stretched out on the sofa and looked around. Garadun was in the living room’s little kitchen nook and tending to something in a frying pan. He was clad in a loose fitting grey t-shirt with the Starfleet Academy logo and NOT A GRADUATE OF STARFLEET ACADEMY on it in navy blue, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trilling in anticipation, she hopped off the sofa and trotted over, jumping up onto one of the kitchen’s tall-legged chairs at the dining counter.
“Hey there, sweetie,” he said, turning to give her a smile. “Want some lunch?”
She miaowed happily.
“Okay. It’ll just be a few more minutes.”
Magik licked her chops and waited as patiently as she could. Although the kitchen was equipped with its own food dispenser, just as
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: PrologueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the universe, there are an infinite number of realities where people go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about, and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
But this story is not about any such people.
The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod… you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into existence, and they’ve been stuck with them in one form or another through all their various lives. Let it not be said that Fate doesn’t have a sense of humour.
This is the story of Cera and Garadun
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 4STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
August 14, 2268
One of the benefits of having your own ship is that it tends to save on hotel bills. At least as far as Garadun was concerned. Why waste money on a hotel room when you have a perfectly good set of quarters aboard your own vessel? It wasn’t as if he’d been in deep space for a really long spell and needed time off the ship.
When Cera had put Calypso in for restoration, one of the things she’d had done was a full renovation on all the crew quarters: new bunks, new fixtures, new floor panels, new furniture. For her own quarters and Garadun’s, she had Vega Station’s engineering teams take two pairs of adjoining cabins, remove the connecting walls and turn them into a set of suites. They were now the same size as those belonging to commanding officers aboard Constitution class starships, if not slightly larger. Each suite had a bathroom, bedroom, living room, and study. The rest of the ship’s cabins
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 7STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
T’Prin looked around her new cabin with a sense of contentment. Technically, it was a bit smaller than the quarters she’d had aboard the Tar’Hana, the Vulcan Science Academy vessel where she’d been a junior communications officer. However, it exceeded those quarters when it came to quality and interior design. Spartan is the best word to use when describing Vulcan ships. And of course Cera was having none of that when she had Calypso restored and renovated. Her firm belief was that since crewmen have to spend a lot of their lives aboard ship, their quarters should be as comfortable as possible.
The floor in each cabin had been replaced with new deck plating and covered with durable carpeting that could be easily removed and put back if work on the floor was required. The old double bunks had been replaced with large singles. The beds were all identical, but in a clean, simple
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 1STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
March 8, 2268
As he sat at the main bar of the Echo 3 Club, one of the numerous taverns in Coridan’s sprawling capitol, Garadun took a sip from his tumbler of Andorian ale before fingering the leather thong around his neck. He drew it from beneath his shirt and held the small jewel dangling there, looking at it thoughtfully. To him the flawed, five centimeter-long crystal wasn’t much more than a token, a thing of sentimental value because it’d been a gift. But to the galactic population at large it represented enormous wealth and power because this rare mineral was vital to the heart of most starships. It was dilithium, something Coridan had in abundance.
The sliver in Garadun’s hand was too small and too filled with imperfections to be of any industrial use. Similarly flawed crystals were sold as jewellery all over Coridan; it was in fact where his had come from. He didn’t find its semi-translucent, pinkish colour very appea
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: EpilogueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Epilogue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
September 20, 2268
When the door to Garadun’s quarters opened and Cera stepped inside, she found that the illumination was somewhat dim when compared to the way most people kept it. Off to her right was his bedroom, and it was lit by a single lamp on the night table by the bed. In the main living room, which she’d entered, there was again only a single tall lamp next to the sofa. In the study beyond the living room there were no lights at all.
It was 22:45 hours by shipboard time. Or as Garadun would insist: “That’s quarter to eleven, already. Enough of this hundred-hours shit.”
Her best friend was really quite old-fashioned in many ways; the room lighting was a perfect example. It was late at night so he kept things lit appropriately. He only used the lighting panels built into the ceiling during the day, and his quarters only had one per room. His living room was laid out l
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 6STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 18, 2268
There was something to be said for the regular maintenance of a spaceship. Namely that it gave Garadun an excellent excuse to beam up to Calypso for several hours each day under the pretext of having work to do. He was the first mate after all, and with his Captain busy with her cousin’s upcoming wedding, it was his duty to take over while she was otherwise unavailable.
Jan had been the one to suggest the idea and Garadun latched onto it like a drowning man. He liked spending time with T’Prin, but there was a reason for the phrase “hot as Vulcan.” The planet had some interesting sites and natural wonders and landmarks, but during the day it was simply too hot for him outside air-conditioned buildings. Not to mention little Magik. She was only three months old now and required a lot of love and attention. She got lonely like anyone else; more so in fact. And her missed her, too. Most of his time aboar
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 5STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 12, 2268
Cera had a modest suitcase in her hand and Garadun a small dufflebag slung over his shoulder as they made their way to the transporter room. Jan and Nessa were walking behind them. Jan was trying to act cool but inside he was actually nervous. After only a month of serving with Captain Rigel, he was about to be left in command.
All right, so they were in orbit of Vulcan and all he had to do was mind the store for a week or so, but it was still an important responsibility. A lot of people might question the wisdom of putting an Orion in command after only knowing them for a few weeks, but it was all about trust. Garadun trusted Jan Koor to not try and steal Calypso, so Cera trusted him as well. And even if, theoretically, he wanted to steal the ship, there was Nessa to contend with. Jan knew the woman was loyal to her new Captain.
It came down to the simple fact that Jan Koor wasn’t a dishonourable thief. He had
Summoning Cthulhu For DummiesHow To Summon the Dark Priest CthulhuSummoning Cthulhu For Dummies9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ten Easy Steps to Awaken Your Very Own Eldritch Horror
Have you ever looked up at the stars and wondered what strange, unearthly phantoms seeped down from them in aeons past? Ever wanted to prove your worth to the entire world and simultaneously erase the stain of humanity from its surface? Ever had an overwhelming urge to seek out the forbidden knowledge posessed by those who cannot be named? Well, now you can do all these things, and many more! Great Cthulhu, the High Priest of the horrific Elder Gods, lies dreaming in the sunken city at the bottom of the primal ocean, and now the power to raise him from his ancient slumber is in your hands! Just follow these easy instructions to the letter, and you'll be singlehandedly responsible for the demolition of everything pure in the universe in no time!
1. Find ye the Necronomicon.
This step is often difficult, as the Necronomicon, written by the mad Arab Abdul Al
The LatecomerAlynthiath hated the cold.The Latecomer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No. That was an exaggeration. Alynthiath did not hate anything about the surface. Nor did she love anything about the surface. Hate and love were two forms of attachment, and she did not care enough for the surface to attach herself to it in any way, even if her duty to the Colony forced her to spend her time here. At best, the surface was not intolerable; at worst, it was an irritant.
The cold on the surface irritated her.
Underwater, cold meant depth, darkness, pressure, danger, secrets. The ocean was the source of all life, and to be alone in its inky, silt-shrouded deeps was a humbling experience. As a hatchling, Alynthiath had heard stories of pilgrims who had left the Colony in search of the Heart of the Ocean. None had ever returned. Back then, she had felt sorry for them. Now that she was older, she understood. Better to die in the hunt, embraced by the black folds of the sea, than dwindle away to wrinkles and bones.
She thought of that now, as t
Warrior of the dark godsWarrior of the dark gods7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
My fathers fathers worked the lands for generations, which we took for our own and named it Janesha after the Witch Queen of Manab, Who we worshipped for return of great harvest and to keep the sand ghouls away from our young. But five years ago, Her promises dissipated and the sand ghouls grew ever more vile and stubborn. Our magicians and the fortune wizards from the Minarets of Seer prophesized of a great doom and demanded that unless we have no wish to live, more of our young must be given to Janesha as sacrifices or her seven wraths shall fell upon us with the fury of a righteous god.
The town men gathered and talked for a long time, for 3 Hadirh nights and days. Finally, it was Geam the Fearless who spoke the wisest. He told us that Janesha had abandoned us, that we are mere pawns to Her, mere worms that plague the very corps on the farms which can be easily crush beneath her fin
The Inner MeDo you know the inner me?The Inner Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know what you see.
Nice and Kind.
I know what you see.
An annoying tendency.
But do you know the inner me?
Do you know the true me?
And inwardly Strong.
I know who I am,
And Greatly Expressive.
This is who I am.
The Inner Me.
Future HistoryFuture History5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r