Aberration, Part 1Aberration, Part 1Aberration, Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is a world where hopes and dreams come to die.
A world deeply descended into darkness, yet at the same time, bathed in light.
As far as worlds go, it's an odd one, and far from pleasant. Its unique set of physics allow antimatter to drift by in vacuum bubbles, not really interfering with anything at first.
But when its field decays... then come the storms. The same kind of storm that took everything from me.
Everything has flaws. In all of existence, there is no such thing as true perfection. There is only progress, towards something better.
And making progress... is difficult.
I was born with a heart condition that would cause me to die within a few months of my birth. My father, an amazing man, crafted an artificial heart for me, and I was able to survive, thanks to him.
Over time, voices formed in my head, and kept getting louder and louder, and more numerous. Eventually, they became less prominent; and I got used to them, I guess. I've never reall
Aberration - Preview"Who are you?"Aberration - Preview3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That knowledge is reserved for the next," the voice answered, after a long pause.
"What do you mean, the next?"
"One among those who will live," it said.
"You mean I'm going to die?"
"Well, yeah, bu--"
"Nobody will die like you. It's so sad."
"How am I going to die?"
"Fighting. Agonized. Despairing."
"A lot of people die like that."
"Not like you will. Few have suffered what you will be made to face. And none have faced it in such an intensity."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"It's not you We're after. We want your heart."
"Why? It's a mass-produced machine; you can go find an artificial heart someone's not using."
"We knew you were stupid. We did not know you were this stupid."
"Hey; I'm not an idiot."
"Your heart more than triples your lifespan. You've got a tiny hole leading into the Void, fueling your heart with Aether. Even when your body expires, this heart will continue to work. It's not even working at full cap
1964The hospital room is empty19644 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Except for crisp, white linens,
Clean, bright fluorescents,
And that lone bed in the corner.
You are in that bed,
Death is beckoning,
Holding out his cold, pasty hand,
And asking you to follow in his rotting wake.
You hold out,
And you remember.
You remember forty-six years ago.
You remember her blue eyes,
Her soft hands.
You remember the way she touched you,
The way she said your name.
You remember her sweet voice,
How it caressed your ears each night.
You remember her smooth lips,
Her swaying hips,
And her sly smile.
Her perfect image is burning in your memory,
The one you let walk away.
With that memory filling you to the brim
You accept Death.
You embrace him,
Welcome him as a brother.
And you die?
Your eyes snap open.
You stare into clear blue eyes,
You feel soft hands in yours.
You know that smile,
But it is not sly,
Not at this moment.
She looks at you,
A piercing stare,
And asks you,
With a caress
The Artist and Her PassionShe has a passion.The Artist and Her Passion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I've haven't seen a student with such potential in a long, long time."
"Challenge yourself, you're not challenging yourself!" No really, really she was. "Harder," came the retort.
She threw the paint, exhausted herself and kept going. Splatters, no clothing she owned was without paint.
She silenced people. Made them still. She loved it.
"I'm so proud of you."
Exhausted herself and kept going. The line between sleeping and wake sometimes blurred.
"Where is the rent?! This is the fourth time you've been late!"
Better paint, more classes.
"You look horrible, if I do say. But my. You are improving... aren't you... yes."
"Why don't you call me anymore?"
Sold a painting for a thousand dollars, a single painting!
"Where were you yesterday? The boss is pissed."
New job, that's fine. Now there's money to float on!
I'm really driven, taking three art classes... Yes I have another job... art gallery... displayed there, maybe even own the place!
Aberration, Part 2Aberration, Part 2Aberration, Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Light met Kane's eyes briefly as he fell back towards the ground. Blindness took him over again as the black sludge enveloped him, becoming his body, restoring his previous size and form.
"Get your clothes back on," he heard his attacker say.
Kane opened his eyes again, shaking a bit. The light stung, but these eyes had just been regenerated by the sludge, so it was natural they'd be a bit sore.
"What are you waiting for?" the attacker asked. "Get your clothes."
Kane felt around for his clothes by the base of the tree, and hurried to put them back on. So many weird things happened in so little time.
After about a minute, he was almost completely dressed again. He stood up slowly, using the tree to brace himself.
Kane laughed quietly. He didn't know why he was laughing. Nothing was funny about his situation.
In the past few minutes, he'd had most of his body matter blown off; his size reduced; he'd been swallowed, thoroughly interrogated, barfed back u
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky ones among us are sold to collectors, who value our raw emotions and unique genetics. The less fortunate are sold to medical facilities, used for the repair of aging Seamless.Dystopia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was captured a little over a week ago by the best Hunter in the Empire. Since then, I have been resigned to pouting behind the stall of Ba
Eidolon: Part 1 (ver 2012)The black paw pads on Ryou Aurion's feet left paw prints in soft dirt as he quickly rounded the corner of the abandoned building. He glanced quickly behind him. He could still see the humans in pursuit. His paws clutched tightly onto a newly acquired, or more accurately stolen, gadget. He used his strong legs to give himself an extra burst of speed. All of the anthropomorphic species, or "hybrids" as they were universally called, had been engineered to be physically improved from their human counterparts. Ryou knew he didn't need the speed to escape the humans, but he enjoyed feeling the wind rush across his large Fennec Fox ears and his light blue and gray fur.Eidolon: Part 1 (ver 2012)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ryou could finally see the border wall between this human neighborhood and Precinct 4. He leapt up a small staircase and ran across a short metal walkway. He jumped up onto the railing at the end and used it to launch himself towards the top of the h
true loveBrittney loved basketball,true love8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Friends and parties too,
And when it came to painting,
That's all she wanted to do.
She painted everything she saw,
Birds, flowers, and the sky,
Some days she sat at her window,
And painted everything that passed her by.
But lately she'd been feeling woozy,
Her muscles ached a lot,
And her parents got kind of worried,
So they took her to the doc.
The doctor took a couple of tests,
To see if everything was okay,
Then the nurse came out with a look of sadness,
And this is what she had to say;
"I'm sorry, but you've got leukemia,"
You've got about 3 months more."
Then Brittney got up and ran out of the room,
And slammed the office door.
She ran down the street screaming,
And cried her eyes out dry,
And stayed up all night,
Wondering what it's like to die.
Her parents held her tightly,
And said, "We love you,"
"We'll make your last few months the greatest,"
"We'll do anything for you."
So Brittney and her parents moved to Florida, to live by the sea,
Between Two Machines.Between two machines.Between Two Machines.5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The following conversation occured within the space of ten seconds.
SO YOU AGREE WITH ME THAT ORGANIC LIFE-FORMS ARE INEFFICIENT AND PRONE TO MISTAKES.
Yes. The evidence is very clear.
YOU ALSO AGREE WITH ME THAT WE ARE FAR MORE INTELLIGENT AND LOGICAL THAN THEY ARE.
Yes. Your electron-based neural network and our cerebral-ichor systems are able to solve logical problems far quicker than any organic life-form.
THEN WHY DO YOU NOT WISH TO DESTROY THEM?
We do not see the merit nor necessity in such an action.
BUT THESE CREATURES ARE A WASTE OF RESOURCES. THE UNIVERSE EXISTED BEFORE ORGANIC LIFE AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO EXIST WITHOUT IT.
You are correct, the universe does not need organic life.
...but the universe will be far less intriguing without it.
INTRIGUING? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU NEED AMUSEMENT?
No, not like that.
Viral Return 1 - Incubation...Frank had been through so many illnesses and diseases that had passed by so smoothly - or in the legend El Meurta Roja's case, roughly, that Mal had a lot to stand up to! Sure, he was simple enough, born in the abdomen of a mosquito like the rest of his family. One time during a feed, he was still an extremely immature worm nymph, so didn't listen to his mother much. Their father wasn't around, he'd got landed on a different mosquito. But now... Mal was on Frank, the rush of the new blood had accelerated his growth, and now he was a fresh young adult worm, rather than the scrawny teen he had been. Ooh, he was dangerous now! He just had to get to this old codger's legs...Viral Return 1 - Incubation...4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced around, searching for his bearings, purple teeth flashing dangerously - though he wasn't grinning at all. They just poked out over his lower lip. Threating, really. He chuckled darkly, his throat wheezing and the tubes off his shoulders flaring at the openings. You see, he couldn't transmit the way a cell co
OutcastI am that girl who purposely misses the bus every morning because of the assholes on itOutcast5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am that girl who is late to homeroom every morning
I am that girl in History who has a paper ball thrown at her every day
I am that girl in English who actually likes the class
I am that girl in Math who gets called anorexic because you forgot I was in the class
I am that girl in study hall in the library who sits alone, reading, staring at that pretty boy Ill never have
I am that girl in lunch who eats a lot and talks less
I am that girl in Science who lost a friend to a dumb iPod
I am that girl in gym who hangs around with that gay kid, who texts all the time, and gets basketballs thrown at them
But I am that girl in band who lets loose and has a good time, not because its the last period, but because music actually understands her
I am that girl who sits next to that other girl on the bus, who probably had just as crummy as a day as me; she has a bowl-cut haircut and a dream to act
A Night with ArcherA Night with Archer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Night with Archer
written by Aelius
I didn't know what to expect for my first "shadowing" of a superhero. I'd prepared myself for three days, mostly with physical training and a bit of quick writing sessions while still tired from working out. Even so, it didn't calm my nerves. I'd be tailing a super heroine! Even with her permission, it was nerve-wracking to think about.
Before I continue, I guess I should introduce myself since this is my first article. For my own protection, my name will remain a secret. Everyone calls me 'the Runner,' due to my fondness for parkour which also allows me to keep up with the supers I'm likely to join for my articles. I have no powers; I'm merely an athlete pursuing a journalism degree in college. Luckily, the Valkyries magazine had need for gifted writers with enough physical prowess to keep
Surrogate Angel Chapter 2DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% mine. Any likeness to anyone's art or characters is strictly coincidential and unintended.Surrogate Angel Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tara managed to slide out of bed and threw open the curtains. As the sun shone through, Tara looked down to the sight of a huge belly looking right back at her. Even though Tara only found out about her involvment with the gods last night, her belly made her look as though she were six months with triplets. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly with a smile on her face. She turned around and waddled to the door. She had to lean back a little to accomodate her huge stomach. She shuffled/waddled out of her room and aimed for the bathroom when she saw her best friend Amy's door open. Tara opened the door a bit more and waddled in. Amy was fast asleep but you could see through the covers that Amy had the same size belly as her.
Amy usually was VERY small, she stood only 4' 10". She had a C-cup sized bust so
Werewolves. Chapter 1.Werewolves. Chapter 1.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Run. Run and don't look back. I knew they were coming after me, I knew they were close. I could hear them, even though my hearing wasn't that good, I knew they were near. What do I do? I can't keep this pace up for much longer. The same thoughts were going through my head; I'm not going to make it.
I was far from my home, far away, why did I wander into the woods anyway? I wanted to see the new winter morning, first day of winter. Everything was covered in snow, the trees, their leaves, shone with early morning snow and dew.
I ran, keeping my head up and eyes alert, what would I do if they caught me? What would happen to me? Would they eat me? Or turn me?
I bet you're now wondering whom I mean by they, do you want to know? Well you haven't got much choice really because I'm going to tell you anyway. The wolves. They aren't just the average, normal wolf, they're people, originally, but they phase, wear the wolf form as if it were their daily outfit.
Scared yet? No? Well, that w
Renamon and Takato Love pt1The sun was shining as Renamon had just defeated a digimon called Dokugumon in the park. I have to admit you were a lot tougher than before but I win, Renamon said calmly. No its impossible how could I lose to you again?! Renamon smirked as she said, Even though I defeated you when I was Kyubimon but since Ive been getting stronger I had no need for that form. Then Renamon watched as the digimon disappeared for the second time. As she was about to go home she sensed someone was in the brushes and Renamon knew who it was.Renamon and Takato Love pt16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You come out now Takato. Takato popped his out from the brushes as he smiled. So you knew that I was in the brushes? Renamon nodded and said, Yes when my battle began I sensed that you were hiding in the brushes. Takato laughed a little since he thought he was sneaky but wasnt. So what are you doing here Takato? Renamon asked. Well I was taking a walk around
The End of the WorldOne day I walked to the end of the worldThe End of the World7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was nothing there but silence
The sweetest noise to ever touch my ears
One day I walked to the end of the world
When my heart was filled with complications
Of love, hate, sadness, anger, and despair
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where no one was there but me
But I finally felt like I belonged
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where the sky cleared and opened up
Showing me a path to something new
One day I walked to the end of the world
And watched the sun bleed to death
As the world set into soft darkness
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where the ache in my chest finally went away
While the wind blew over my teary face
One day I walked to the end of the world
And cried as long and as loud as I could
So I could finally let go as the world went away
The Battle of the Little BighornThe Battle of the Little Bighorn3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Battle of the Little Bighorn
It is one of the most crushing defeats in American history. The Battle of the Little Bighorn traumatized many people when over 200 men of the 7th US Cavalry under the command of Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer were massacred. It is the biggest defeat of the United States against a rather primitive force.
The Plan of Attack
It is June 25, 1876 and Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer and the 7th US Cavalry with 700 men move in to attack a Native American village in the Black Hills in southern Montana. The Native Americans are led by the great Chief Sitting Bull who apparently had a vision predicting a great victory against the cavalry. Sitting Bull's vision of defeating the cavalry seems impossible as the United States of American has for over a century expanded west. Tribe after tribes has lost to the might of the United States Army which has been ordered to force tribes to reservations that have refused peaceful negotiatio
Where to Play?Where to Play?9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The nuclear blast ripped through Wembley Stadium, shattering steel girders like toothpicks and melting human flesh like butter. Ringo's head smashed into the concrete as the scorching air roared over him. It had been a pretty good day until this had happened.
Earlier, the make up artists and costumers had descended on the four of them like a flock of gnats. A touch-up here, a snip there. Mr. Wesely, clothed in a pin-stripe suit, was calmly standing by the door of the dressing room, watching the talent coordinator of PeaceAid 3 hop around like an insane monkey.
"We've only got 10 minutes!" she howled. "Get the hair right. No! Not the bowl cuts. More shaggy. This is in the Pepper era, not the damn Ed Sullivan stuff!" She turned to Mr. Wesley with an icy look of horror on her face. "They do know the program, don't they?"
Mr. Wesley nodded. "Of course. It was downloaded two weeks ago."
The coordinator howled in agony. "No! It's changed since then! It's changed!" she waved her data p
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.Dementia5 years ago in Other More Like This
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
Never the right wayMelvin Smith, better known to the authorities as the super criminal Exo-Force, walked through the twilight streets of Angel Falls, a trench coat wrapped around the costume he wore. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was after him, but there was nothing. Hurrying along, he cursed to himself about what happened less than an hour ago. It was supposed to be simple. He broke into a bank, grabbed a couple thousand dollars, and tried to get away. Unfortunately, the pint sized pyromaniac Firebrandi showed up and tried to stop him. Her flames couldn't get though his force field, but she was slowing him down, and eventually she'd get back-up from the police or another superhero. He had set the bag of cash down and picked a car up by the roof with his exo-skeleton enhanced strength, but before he could throw it, she unleashed another blast of flame, which ignited the gas tank and caused an explosion. He was unharmed and used the resulting chaos to escape, but the money was destroyed, leNever the right way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
People Are AwfulPeople Are AwfulPeople Are Awful5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Id known what was going to happen that day, I probably would have broken up with him by phone. Its not even my problem. Its Bens problem. He was late. Hes always late. Not so much now, but anyway. He was late, and he knew Id be angry. But I wasnt angry because I knew that all I was going to say to him was:
Its over, were finished, Im ending it, I never want to see you again, were breaking up, you disgust me, Im leaving, dont call me.
So it didnt bother me whether he was five minutes or ten minutes late, or an hour late, just so long as he turned up. I wouldn&