Our Flag Was Still ThereMarch 9, 1862. 7:00 AMOur Flag Was Still There2 years ago in Historical More Like This
As my fellow crew members and I saw sat wearily eating our breakfasts of hardtack and coffee, the events of the last few hours raced through my mind. The day before had been fraught with tension thanks to the menace of the rebel ironclad Merrimac. No one had ever seen anything quite like her before. Armored like a turtle with metal impervious to our shelling and belching black smoke through her large smokestack, she reminded me most of the coal trains back in Pennsylvania. But the ship known to the rebels as the Virginia was instead a deadly machine of war. Our ship, the USS Minnesota, managed to avoid the Merrimac's wrath by heading for shallower waters, but we accidently grounded ourselves near the banks of the James River in the process. Fortunately, darkness fell before she could attack and she and her companions returned to port in rebel-controlled Norfolk, Virginia. We spent most of the night with th
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
Batgirl Begins AgainBatgirl Begins AgainBatgirl Begins Again5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Toni Jackson was a fairly average student at Gotham High. She was in the middle of her sophomore year and made decent grades. She had a few close friends but didnt really belong to any of the usual high school clics. She also wasnt active in any of the after school programs or sports teams. She really just preferred to keep to herself and blend in with the crowd. It was just a natural part of her personality.
One that was actually very beneficial to the idea that had been churning around in her head for a few weeks now. It tied into the one thing that really did make her stand out, at least among those who knew her well. She was a completely unabashed Batgirl fan girl. Out of all Gothams resident heroes, Batgirl just always seemed to click with her. Part of it had to do with the fact that female Caped Crusader had saved her a
Pony POV Series: Shining Armor Part 1Pony POV Series Shining ArmorPony POV Series: Shining Armor Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By LZ0291 (with Revisions by Alex Walorn, Kendell2, and producers of the Pony POV Audio Adaption)
It really all began the day I was promoted, shortly before the return of Princess Luna. Promotion in the Equestrian Royal Guard, for officers, is a great honor. Like many great honors, there's a ceremony involved. One that those in charge prefer takes place at a certain time, and excuses you from normal morning duties.
And so it came to pass that, since the ceremony was at noon, I was more or less commanded to have a long lie-in. That didn't guarantee a good night's sleep though. I slept very lightly, in fits and starts. Awakening, very suddenly, after a mere hour in bed, only to realize there was nothing else for me to do but settle under the covers and drift off again. Awakening, while feeling as if I hadn't truly been asleep in the first place. Awakening, confused. And experiencing the strangest dreams, all the while.
Now, I'm no exp
Kindness's Reward Chapter 3Chapter 3Kindness's Reward Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
Transformation:CH3Transformation Chapter 3 (Re-upload)Transformation:CH35 years ago in Settings More Like This
"This is too weird. This damn thing won't let me go!"
This is me speaking to something that has no "Life" in general. This 'thing' that attached itself to my arm, keeps holding me hostage as a female, and transforming me into these ridiculous outfits. First, a large wedding dress that scared the hell out of me, and now this large renaissance outfit that doesn't want to let go of me. It literally was attached to my body, at each joint in my body, my wrists, elbows, shoulders, waist, knees, and ankles there was a small ring that attached me to the outside of the dress. I couldn't even use any commands to free myself, all I could do was wait and see what was going to happen.
"Just let go of me In case you haven't noticed from my attitude towards you, I don't like to be caged animal."
Just then the dress let go of the rings on my joints. I was able to move about the room freely again. Confused I looked down at the dress to see it turning
Ellen Page TGEllen Page TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack was a movie fanatic, he watched anything and everything that came to theaters, he especially liked ones that had cool ideas and twists at the end. His favorite movie was Shutter Island, but Inception had just come out on DVD so he had to see if it was as good as everyone said. After he got home from getting the movie he put it in and turned off the lights so his mirror wouldn't create such a annoying shine in his small, dull apartment. He grabbed the remote and hit play. About halfway into the movie he thought to himself, "I wish I could be in Ellen Page's position, that would be so cool." A few minutes passed and he began to feel tingles in his feet, he just assumed they were asleep and didn't pay much attention, they became rather small and dainty. The feeling went up his legs, and yet again he just passed it off as some sort of bad sitting position, so he moved a bit and continued to watch. His legs became much more slender and ladylike, while all his body hair began
Petition For Stricter Mature Content FilteringREAD DESCRIPTION FOR MY PROPOSAL.Petition For Stricter Mature Content Filtering1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This is a petition for myself and those like me who are, quite frankly, fed up with seeing pictures of basically naked/half naked/blatantly naked people on the front page of DeviantArt. DA gave us a mature content filter, but what's the point if we're still having to see these kinds of images? We need stricter filtering! If I see one more butt or lady walking around in her underwear...
Comment below (or favourite) if you want to be added to the petition. Here are the signatures I've collected so far:
The Zombie Chronicles : 0PrologueThe Zombie Chronicles : 07 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
6th Century, B.C.E.
Mayans predict the end of the world, the date, December, 2012. During which the majority of the human race will perish, but a few will survive. Those who do will come to learn their true sense of spiritual meaning.
George A. Romero begins the Dead Series with the cult classic, Night of the Living Dead.
August 8, 2006.
Dead Rising a zombie survival video game was released for the Xbox 360. It would later be out of production due to similar themes between it and Romeros movies.
April 1, 2008, Georgia.
Wesley Wyndham-Price went before his city counsel, proposing that a zombie outbreak survival plan should be made if and when such an even would occur. The counsel erupted in laughter, and the subject was dropped.
June, 2008, Nevada.
Throughout the month, several mysterious disappearances occurred in cities and towns. Armed law enforcers attempted search and rescue of the criminals responsible but the only evidence found were bones, and
The Nazi and His Lovely Servant ch.20Heyyy Im back!!The Nazi and His Lovely Servant ch.201 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was a long day. You scrubbed and swept and cooked and cleaned all day long for Gilbert, and all the timr you thought about Mr.Beilschmidt. Well, it was only natural for a servant to be worried about her master and think about him all the time. It had been a day and you missed him so much... You missed his blue eyes, blonde hair, soft skin, his warm scent.... You smiled while you skillfully dusted the photo frames. Ludwig smelt nice. Sometimes he smelt like warm honey and crisp cloves, and other times he smelt strongly off apples. Anytime he would come into the room and leave, his scent would linger for a while afterwards. You frowned. Gilbert smelt like cigarettes, coffee and strong mens cologne, the cologne he was wearing this morning made your nose tickle. You sighed and walked out to the kitchen and began to make some nice hot üchicken soup. The days were getting slightly colder, so Ludwig had vowed to buy heavier stockings for you, and you had your beatiful black
My Heart Bleeds for YouMy Heart Bleeds for You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm dying, I'm crying but outside my smiling
you don't even know me, you don't even recognize me
Why does the world have to be so cruel to me?
Living in a world that wasn't made for me
Trying to be the best I can be
Finding what's meant to be.
Can't you see the thousand tears that I cry
the heartache that I sigh.
I'm tired of trying
tired of fighting
Was our love a lie?
Was this a game?
a game that you played
You ripped my heart out
My soul died out
nothing left but to cry now.
Why is this happening?
In the world that I live in
This everlasting scheme
Is only beginning.
A head full of anger
held in my chest.
Why did It have to end?
Now I wonder why?
Was it cause of me?
The answers are found
in darkness where light used to be.
Lucky Girl, IndeedThis is based of a sketchy manga I drew of my OC and Germany, but lets pretend you're in the story instead of my OC. My first written/story deviation so.... Enjoy? I guess Also, Germany is kinda OOC, I guess he is anyways....Lucky Girl, Indeed2 years ago in Romance More Like This
As you walked to your seat, your _____ hair bouncing around your shoulders and your outfit that Japan had made for you. A white shirt with a short, dark blue tartan skirt complete with darkblue socks and brown shoes, the classic school uniform, complete with a dark blue bow on your shirt. Yong Soo held out your seat, smiling at you.
''Aww thanks Yong!'' You said smiling
''____, sit down! I wanna tell you a joke!Well it's not really a joke but I'm DYING to tell you'' Yong said excitedly
''Ok, go ahead'' You said, sitting down and smiling up at him.
The German was taking out his papers out of his briefcase and heard you'r ever distintive, girly laugh. He looked over at you and smiled softly when he saw his girl.
''Oh my god, Yong! Are you se
BreathA poison in the words of a soldierBreath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a monster, of a child, of a man about to die.
Something a child remembers in its mother
Something more powerful than a heartbeat
Because a heartbeat
Can be stopped
Forming words of hate and love
Of sorrow, happiness, regret
A venom in the lungs of a suffering young girl
Yet a treasure in the eyes
Of a man
About to die.
This is life.
This is sorrow.
This is pain.
The Zombie Chronicles : 2Chapter 2 : Best Friends (Warning, Strong Language)The Zombie Chronicles : 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was midday and the snow was starting to melt as the sun shined from between the clouds. In a steady pattern, two sets of gym shoes could be heard sloshing towards the south. Occasionally the people they belonged to would say something, or pause, releasing a blast of a shotgun. One of them was an average/tall height, with a muscular frame. He was about 19 years old and he hefted a backpack that was packed with ammo, food, and two iPODs that he would switch between to play music. His hair was a spiky blend between brown and blond, and his face had five oclock shadow. He wore a sweater to a university he had been going to but it, like his jeans, was splattered with blood. He held a sledgehammer in his hand that had the word Justice engraved on it.
The tall mans accomplice was short by an inch or two, compared to normal sized people, and was younger by a few months. He was out of shape, but his physical health h
Pony POV Series: Mind Games! Part 6Pony POV Series: Mind Games! Part 63 years ago in Drama More Like This
My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
Pony POV Series
Mind Games Part 6
"Don't flap your wings! Don't flap your wings!"
"Scoots! Stop! Wait-!!!! Okay! I gotcha! Scootaloo don't do that again!"
Rainbow Dash slowly lifted the filly back to the cloud they had been on and sat in front of her. She didn't look happy. "Scootaloo I told you, you have to start out low. And by low I mean lower than the top of Ponyville's tallest buildings. What were you thinking? Were you thinking?"
Scootaloo pinned her ears, looking down at her hooves. "I thought if...if I started out high enough, then I'd catch enough air underneath my wings to lift me up."
Rainbow sighed, giving a facehoof. The holes in Scootaloo's facts-of-life inventory were showing. "Scoots, that's not how your wings work. You're not getting lift from the thicker air below you, you're getting suction from the thinner air above you. You have to work with the air. And you have to use your legs if you're goi
The BlackdogThe Blackdog2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The last rays of setting sun faded from the high arched windows as Randy made his way through the aging castle halls. An abrupt change from sun-warmed tiles to polished marble flooring signaled his arrival in the Tower of Abjuration. The young wizard padded on, heedless of the cold hanging in the air.
By the time he reached the top of the tower's frosty stairs, icicles hung from every whiskers and snow coated every hair. For the average human, magical or not, the situation would be dire, but for a sturdy Wolfkin, the cold proved only a miner hazard.
Randy dusted the snow from his robes and shook himself dry as only a canine can before knocking on the heavy oaken door at the stairway's summit.
"You wanted to see me, Master Hargrove?"
"Randy! Yes, please come in."
Randy shrugged out of his dripping robe and hung it by the fire. He had no boots to shed and though he felt no modesty, proper manors bid him retain the slacks.
"Randy, I've been asked to deal with a very… special assignment. T
SV Chapter 1 War is NecessaryChapter 1SV Chapter 1 War is Necessary4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight Sparkle: War is Necessary
Arms swaying at her sides, occasionally brushing against her skirt, a woman walked down an organized, clean hall way. Her head held up high, she walked with purpose. With each step the heels of her boots made contact with the pale gold marble floor to let out a sharp and authoritative click. Her demeanor did not waste it's presence for each person she passed either greeted her politely or stood at attention until she was several steps ahead. By now she had come to acknowledge the reactions, hardly noticing them, much different from when she first received such respect, which had left her flustered and embarrassed.
Still, nothing escaped her wandering gaze. Should one of the men linger too long in the hallway or a group of woman giggle amongst themselves to loudly (or if they giggled at all dependent on her mood), she was quick to make her existence known without a single utterance, perhaps an annoyed clearing of the throat
Halo Reach: Death of EmileHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Emile4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Emile
I watched as the last remaining Brute Chieftain drop to the rain-soaked pavement with various bullet wounds embedded into it's flesh.
Even with the last of the Covenant forces on the landing pad were killed, but my senses were still telling me that there are bound to be more of them.
And my instincts were telling me soon... very soon that they'll come.
I release the clip of my M392 DMR and refreshed it with a new one, readying myself if the Covenant bound themselves to show up.
I could feel the landing pad vibrate as Emile fired the Mass Driver into the oncoming Banshees, blowing them out of Her sky.
One by one...
As my gaze drifted towards the oncoming Pelican, the Pelican that's holding the UNSC's most highly skilled strategist and inspirational leader among the their Navy;
Captain Jacob Keyes.
As the Pelican landed on the landing pad and opened the back hatch, I could see three Marines and the Captain himself.
I placed the M392 DMR onto the back of my MJOLN
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
Eternal Love Blooms: Chapter 1Beelzemon had decided to go for a walk around town. He hadnt been walking for long when suddenly a distant sound reached his ears, almost like music. Whats that sound? He looked around.Eternal Love Blooms: Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beelzemon started to follow it. As he walked, it grew louder. When he reached the Shinshuku High School, the music was ringing in his ears and bouncing around in his brain. As he surveyed the playground, he spotted a girl of about eighteen sitting in one of the swings, playing a flute. Lured by the music, he walked over to her. She had on a pair of blue khakis, a black shirt with a deep sea green water dragon coiled around a heart with a blood-red rose through the middle, a black digital watch, and worn out black tennis shoes. Her dishwater blonde hair was slightly messed up from being blown around by the wind.
The music she was playing was low and sorrowful. It made his spirit sink as he sat down in the swing beside her.
Suddenly the song ended and the girl opened her pal
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
Adventures in Equestria Part 3Butterscotch's Adventures in Equestria Part 3 starring Butterscotch Sundae and some magical little ponies, including a certain Princess of the MoonAdventures in Equestria Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Together Pinkie and I hurried over the surface of the moon towards Luna's castle, the glittering golden sand puffing up with each step we took. We soon left the field of polished black glass behind us, but even so, the castle still seemed an awfully long distance away.
"I thought Princess Luna wasn't on the moon anymore," I said. "Did something happen between her and Princess Celestia again?"
"Oh, Princess Luna doesn't have to stay here, silly!" laughed Pinkie. "She just feels more comfy here than in Equestria." She brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered conspiratorially. "Just between you and me I think she's still a teeny bit embarrassed about that whole 'Nightmare Moon' thing!" When Pinkie said 'Nightmare Moon' her eyes went wide and her face was lit from below like that of an actor in a B-grade horror movie