Crimson Moon: Chapter 1Crimson MoonCrimson Moon: Chapter 13 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moon rose over the village, bright and full and silver. The smell of blood lingered in the air, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. A familiar hunger stirred in Lightning’s gut, and her eyes narrowed into slits. She could sate her thirst later. This village – and its villagers – belonged to her, and no one was allowed to harm her property without punishment.
For centuries, she had ruled over these lands. She kept her people safe from all the monsters that waited in the shadows and all the human enemies that came from over the mountains. In exchange, they owed her everything: their lives, their loyalty, and their blood.
So when werewolves had the audacity to lay a hand on her villagers, she could not allow them to leave with their lives. She had already ordered some of her soldiers and fledglings to surround the village, but she wanted the pleasure of the kill herself. There was a certain satisfaction to be had in dispatching her enemi
The Vestige: Chapter 2 (Part 2)Chapter Two: Compatibility Issues (Part II)The Vestige: Chapter 2 (Part 2)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fang had seen her fair share of training centres before – every Ark had them – but she’d never seen one quite this nice before. The training centre had room for a dozen sparring areas along with exercise equipment and everything else members of the Ark needed to stay fit. There were also side rooms attached to the training centre, each of them suited for a different purpose. It was to one of these side rooms – a conference room – that Serah led her. Vanille tagged along too, but Fang had the feeling that was more out of a desire to avoid Dr Katzroy and his totally unreasonable demands that she get regular sleep than any feeling of sisterly duty.
Inside, two dozen cadets stared at a large data display. The contents of the display were quite familiar to her – it showed the start of her battle with a fal’Cie codenamed “Gorgonopsid.” But the display didn’t hold her attention for l
Of Gods And Demons: Chapter 5Pieces On The BoardOf Gods And Demons: Chapter 51 year ago in Romance More Like This
Fang arrived in Hell with a plan. It was hastily thrown together, but it did have at least one redeeming feature – it ended with Ultimecia and Seifer torn limb from limb. The only question now was whether she could pull it off.
“Vanille, go to your lab. If anyone questions you, say that you need to analyse the data from our mission.”
The red head winced. “Fang, what are you going to do?”
“The High Mother will want to know what happened. It will be safer for both of us if you aren’t there.”
The ruler of Hell did not think highly of failure, and although their mission wasn’t a complete failure, it could hardly be called a glowing success. Then there was Ultimecia. Fang couldn’t sense her presence in Hell, but the other demon was very good at hiding herself. She also had quite a few followers. The safest place for Vanille was in her lab with all of her creations and equipment. Even a demon of Fang
Perfect Stranger Chapter5:Muted Grief,Silent Guilt21st Day of March. Monday. 4:30 PMPerfect Stranger Chapter5:Muted Grief,Silent Guilt2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A piercing roar of screaming blares so loud it's almost deafening. Flames broil upon the bodies that stumble out, and fall. Crawling away, slinking forward. Lightning is stiff, her eyes frozen on everything before her. She feels the ash seeping into her like powered oil sticking to the each and every pore of her skin, ash that was once a building, once a society. Ash that were once people. The screaming stops with an sudden arupt dead silence. Then another scream, a single one, this one escalating from high in pitch to octaves lower. As if it were a girls growing into a young woman's. Lightning's eyes shoot down as a girl's body curls up directly in front of her. The side-ponytail on her head slowly shriveling away in flames. The burning girl slowly turns on her back, the roar of screams seeping back into full volume as she meets Lightning's eyes.
It was Serah.
Lightning gasps as her body jerks awake. Sitting up as she looks around the small si
The Vestige: Chapter 1Chapter One: Broken GenesisThe Vestige: Chapter 11 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
We’d always wondered if we were alone. When the answer came, it didn’t come from the stars. It came from the ocean – from the depths of the Vestige.
Some said the fal’Cie were gods from the Old Days come to punish us for our sins.
Maybe they’re right.
The first fal’Cie made landfall at Nautilus. It levelled the city.
But we learned something.
It might have taken us five days, tens of thousands dead, and a city in ruins, but we learned something.
We learned that these gods could bleed. And they could be killed.
To fight the fal’Cie we made gods of our own, gods of steel powered by nuclear fire. If the fal’Cie truly were the gods of the Old Days, then we should show them what humanity could do.
The Eidolon program united the nations around the Vestige into a single force with a single purpose.
The word Eidolon… it can mean a lot of things. It can mean an apparition or ghost. But it can also mean an
ActionActionAction8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Lightning levelled her pistol at the tall woman beside the helipad. How had everything gone so wrong? “Step away from the helicopter, Fang.”
A low chuckle came from the other woman. It sent a shiver down Lightning’s spine. Then Fang turned. Her lips curled up into a faint smirk, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. “I’m glad you made it. But you sure took your time. I’d have thought the Guardian Corps’ finest officer could have gotten here a little faster.”
Lightning’s finger tightened ever so slightly on the trigger. She stepped forward, closing the gap until they were only thirty feet apart. Even now, after everything, that smirk could still get to her. Her chest tightened, and it was suddenly hard to breathe. She’d tried so hard not think about what that smirk really meant. It looked so genuine, so real, but had anything about Fang been real?
Well, there was one thing about Fang that Lightning was sure of
Perfect Stranger Chapter 7bChaotic Perspectives Part IIPerfect Stranger Chapter 7b1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
22nd Day of March. Tuesday. 1:20 PM
"Stop the car."
"Stop the fucking car!!"
Noel slowed the car down, but didn't manage a complete stop before the strawberry blonde shoved the door open and jumped out. She landed with a slight stumble, having to maneuver her weight because the vehicle was still moving. But after a few steps into her pace she managed to continue on a straight line.
"Woah-Wait. Serah! What are you doing?!" Noel growls as he jumps outs of the SUV after the abrupt stop so he could catch up to the young woman. "We need to-" He stops short leaning back when she suddenly spins around, nearly hitting into her. Their noses damn near touching as she starts stomping forward, forcing him back more...and more. Almost tripping as they start back up toward the SUV.
"I watched her die! I watched her get crushed beneath a burning roof! If she survived that. Then it was probably the smoke that killed her! And I couldn't do a damn thing
Wasteland: Chapter 16 (Part II)Chapter 16 (Part II)Wasteland: Chapter 16 (Part II)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Vanille climbed out of the car as Lightning’s frown deepened. The smoke signals had continued unabated throughout the morning. But there was more.
“I know those smoke signals.” Lightning’s eyes were hard, ugly chips of sapphire. “They teach them in the Guardian Corps.”
Vanille looked over her weapons. Good. Everything was ready. “What are they saying?”
“Help. Trapped. Help.” Lightning pulled the boot open and grabbed a backpack full of ammunition. “There’s someone there, Vanille, and they know Guardian Corps code.” Her hands shook until she wrapped them around the straps of the backpack. “But don’t think they’re good because of that. In Nautilus… in Nautilus, a lot of Guardian Corps went bad. And look at me.”
“We’ll worry about that when we get there.” Vanille put one hand on Lightning’s wrist. She could feel the other woman t
The Department of Special AffairsThe Department of Special AffairsThe Department of Special Affairs2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fang strolled into the conference room and slouched into the chair across the table from the captain. It was tempting to put her feet up, but she’d learned the hard way that there were some things Amodar wouldn’t put up with, even from her.
“So, captain, got another case for me?”
To his credit, Amodar didn’t seem the least bit bothered by Fang’s apparent lack of respect. He’d known Fang for a while now, and she was a little rough around the edges. He’d first run into her when she was just another punk kid for the bad end of town. A few years and a more than few arrests later, she and her sister were out on the street, kicked out of the orphanage they’d grown up in. Those had been bad times, and Fang didn’t like to talk about them, but eventually they’d run into each other again, and Amodar had managed to sneak her into the academy.
Fang had cussed him out for the better part of tw
On Getting Hurt And Getting Back Up AgainEverybody gets hurt. That's a fact. What matters is getting back up again - and again and again and again.On Getting Hurt And Getting Back Up Again2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
When I was younger, I used to do martial arts, and I happened to be quite good at it. Setting aside issues of practicality, one of my favourite things about practicing martial arts was learning how to do all of the extravagant, flashy moves. Sure, they weren't going to be much help in a real fight, but I felt a real sense of accomplishment each time I mastered a difficult technique. But out of all the flashy techniques, my absolute favourites were the jump kicks.
For those of you who aren't familiar with jump kicks, a jump kick is just a kick that is delivered while you are jumping. Two of the most iconic jump kicks are the running jump side kick and the jump spinning roundhouse kick. The former is seen in many kung fu movies, where the hero takes a running start before jumping and throwing a side kick in midair whereas the latter is probably best known as the kick Jean-Claude Van
Story And Chapter PlanningStory and Chapter PlanningStory And Chapter Planning1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
What is the best way to go about planning a chapter or story? The answer is: there isn’t one. Ask twenty different writers and the odds are that you’ll get twenty different answers – and every single one of those writers will swear by their method. What I want to do in this post is outline some of the methods that I’ve used and a few others that I’ve come across. I can’t say that these are going to work for everybody, but they have worked for me.
Alpha and Omega
For the most part, stories are journeys. These journeys can take several forms. For instance, a journey can be physical (e.g., getting from one place to another), it can be mental (e.g., changing from a cruel person into a kind one), or it can be objective based (e.g., learning how to do something). However, the key point is that a character usually starts in one place and ends up somewhere else.
When I’m writing a story, the first two things I a
Perfect Stranger Chapter 8MisdirectionPerfect Stranger Chapter 87 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
22nd Day of March. Tuesday. 12:35 PM
A mud splattered red and green quad sped up into a driveway, It's driver chuckling away as the equally mud covered motorcycle rumbled along into park next to her. It would be safe to assume their race practically turned into a mud battle. The driver switches her quad off, expression smug beneath the helmet when the biker stares directly at her, obviously disgruntled. As soon as her fellow Oerban switched her bike off, she stands on her quad.
"Mark this day! When I!" Natural red curls fall out of the helmet in a pony tail when she pulls it off and points it at the other woman. "Vanille! Has actually managed to out do the great Huntress of Oerba!!"
The other woman snorts before pulling her own black helmet off. "You won because I fell off is all." She grumbles and rests her helmet on her lap, goggles in hand.
"I won because you took that turn to fast."
"Yeah." Fang snuffs her nose when she looks away as she props her
Mi MariposaMi Mariposa2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a Male!ReaderxSpain fanfic. Since I couldn't find any I took it upon myself to write one up.
Enjoy ; u ;
You walked through the school hall, trying to get past all the other students that were cramping everything up to get to your locker. You knew the bell would ring soon, signaling that your next class was starting and that you needed that classes book/books to actually get through it.
Ever since your first day of high school you were branded a nerd and you were bullied for it. Even through the months you had made some friends the bulling never ceased up.
You looked through your locker for your books on (Subject). Finding the one's you needed you closed your locker only to be met with deep blue eyes that belonged to a certain Frenchman. "Hello there [Name]." You sighed inwardly, knowing full well that he enjoyed to toy with your emotions while his other two friends taunted you rep
The KnightThe KnightThe Knight2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There is a field a mile beyond the walls of great Oerba, a field where no flowers grow, nor will ever grow. It was there, a year ago, that the flower of Cocoon’s youth failed. It was there, a year ago, that the earth drank deeply of brave men’s blood. Not even the birds will cross it now, and not even the wind cares to linger long.
But there is one who lingers.
Her name was Fang, Spear of the Yun, and High Marshal of the Clans. There, upon that barren field she lingered, her eyes drawn to the tall, broken rocks that brooded, still and quiet, another mile away. In the distance, the clouds grew dark, and the echo of thunder rang out across the plains. How well she remembered this place. How well she wished she could forget.
A year ago, the armies of Cocoon had gathered. They came across the plains, marching in flawless lockstep, and threw their might against the wall of old Oerba, walls that had stood for a thousand year and would stand a thousand more. Thei
I will not...Nimra Aijaz (June 12, 2013)I will not...2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Photo Credit: KEEP SILENCE by M0THart via deviantart
I will not cry.
Why should I?
Those who are weak, do that.
I am not weak.
My heart has frozen blue.
I don’t feel pain
I am like Tin Man.
My limbs have gone stone-cold long ago
My eyes have dried to desert, years before.
I am hideous
I am cruel
I am selfish
I will not cry.
Tears are the sign of powerless, desperate;
Pain, a sign of life.
I don’t have tears inside me,
I don’t have life.
Fire and Ice,
that destroys everything.
I will not cry
The powerless, the ones who get crushed under the feet, cry
I’ll not be trampled over.
I’ll burn the heels crushing me
I’ll tear apart the f
Game Industry Advice4studentsI was asked by an aspiring 3d artist who was about a year from actually attending college, for some advice about the gaming industry and this is what I had to say to her. She was specifically thinking about going to Digipen, which is the same college I went to. But the advice applies to just about any school that offers a program in "video game' 3d art.Game Industry Advice4students5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, there are a few things I'd suggest you do, if you have the goal of being a 3D Artist in the gaming industry.
First off, you need to really decide if you want to aim for the gaming industry or production film 3d.
Most schools that offer degrees in 3D Animation could go either way. The big animation projects that they all have you do are big prerendered, storyboarded 3d animated sequencees - which is obviously much more along the lines of film production. The limitations and techniques used in a planed out, storyboarded 30sec/1-2min animation are entirely different from the limitations and techniques used
You Are BeautifulAm I fat? Am I ugly? Am I stupid? Am I hated? Am I a failure? Am I loser? Questions. Questions we ask ourselves, questions others make us think about. The kind you ask yourself as you stare in your bathroom mirror, wondering if what they say is true; wondering if what you're thinking about yourself right now is the truth. You'll try and push your stomach in, you'll try and hide your spots, hide the wrinkles that you think you see. You will do all this and pretend; pretend to be different, pretend that this person you're imagining is who you should be; is a person better than who you are right now.You Are Beautiful3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Before you know it, you're looking at those around you, wishing you were them. As you walk the halls of your school, as you walk down the nearby street. You'll convince yourself that they have everything and that you have nothing; you want their smile, their body, their hair, their face, because to you, they are better, they are something you could never be, they're beautiful and you're nothi