LoT: MeanwhileLoT: Meanwhile6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The old man's nephew looked out the giant observation window into the city. His workers and helpers spewed statistics at him every so often about the amount of steam being released and the last earthquake location. They barely even stopped talking anymore.
He sighed, which only deepened when his uncle burst in and ran to look out through the window at the city. The nephew watched him, disinterested, then said "Uncle, really, you have your own observation deck, what are you-"
"Shhhh. Hear that?" The old man waved his nephew impatiently into silence, and went back to his staring, pressing his large nose to the window to see better.
The nephew looked out at the city, then back at the old man. "Hear what?" Agitated, the old man looks at him for a moment before seeming to make up his mind and rushing over to him, dragging him to his eye level by the collar.
"Listen," he hissed. He looked back out the window, and the nephew unenthusiastically follows his gaze.
"I still don't hear anyt
Humpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy)"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty (The Conspiracy)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again"
at least that's been the prevailing theory...
The name's Dumpty. As in Sam Dumpty. Formerly know as little brother to the now dearly departed (God rest his yolk) Humpty.
This is my story. It was a conspiracy, plain and simple. See, my brother married a gal named Sally, heretofore known as Sally Bodacious. She was a classy dame, with eyes that could burn right through ya and curves in all the right places, if ya know what I mean. Never could understand what she saw in my brother. Except that he had money, and lots of it. Everyone knew that the king had eyes for Sally. The way I see it, the king and Sally set the whole thing up. The king told Humpty he'd make him a knight. All he had to do was sit on a wall. Now everyone knows that the top of a wall is no place for
The Elevator ManEight hours a day, five days a week, for forty-one years he had pushed those buttons upon command. His place of employment - The Jansson Grande hotel in New York City. It was one of those hotels that had five stars for everything; suites, service, food, entertainment. Quite simply, it was the "best of the best."The Elevator Man1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But no one ever seemed to pay much attention to the little man who operated the elevator, the main one located just off the lobby. Occasionally he was mocked, derided. No one ever treated him with respect. From the time he was a child he was treated as someone undesirable, someone you would and should avoid. He was always smallish in size, nervous around people and quiet as a mouse. He never looked anyone in the eye, always kept his cast to the ground, even when spoken to.
His daily routine never changed. At exactly six o'clock in the morning he would rise, fix the same breakfast of one poached egg, a slice of t
Three Blind MiceThree Blind Mice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
three blind mice
three blind mice
see how they run
see how they run
they all ran after the farmer's wife
she cut off their tails with a carving knife
did you ever see such a sight in your life
as three blind mice
three blind mice
Dumpty here. As in Sam Dumpty. Another tale to be told, another mystery to be solved. And I'm just the guy to do it! After carefully considering all of the relevant facts, taking into account, of course, any mitigating circumstances, then factoring in miscellaneous possibilities, I have put together the pieces of this unusual and extraordinary puzzle and have come up with a working theory as to what actually occurred and why (deep breath).
I started my premise with a multiple query. Three things I considered: (a) How did the mice become blind? (b) Why did they turn on the farmer's wife and (c) Were the aforementioned facts somehow related?
I interrogated the farmer's wife first under the hottest light I could find and with
Why do you cut?"Because it's a pain that I can control when it stops, whereas the pain inside. It doesn't stop. It never stops. It's not control over the pain I need, its that power to decide when enough is enough."Why do you cut?8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's what she told me when I asked her why she cut. But that wasn't the whole truth. And as the tally etched down her legs, the reverse of the marking of ages against a doorjamb in her parent's house, I saw another truth. I gave her space until she felt safe enough to say it out loud. An addendum to the truth:
"I need the scars, I need to be able to blame them for being unlovable. Need to be able to blame my past, my craziness, the pain and those who caused it for being unlovable. For no one wanting me. Need them to cover my body so people see them first and the shape of me second. I need them as a mask. Because if the scars are gone then the truth is obvious. That no one wants me because of my body first, and my mind second.. and I can't blame anyone but myself for those things. The sc
JuggernautJuggernaut1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took some time for him to comprehend that he was. After he realized himself, he inspected his surroundings.
There was a canyon. Inside the canyon there were rocks. Outside the canyon there was a desert. Nothing moved, except the things the wind would pick up and drag along.
Juggernaut was inside the canyon.
“I am Juggernaut” he determined eventually. Then he decided to keep thinking.
“Enemy!” A voice cried inside Juggernauts head “Enemy! Enemy!”
Juggernaut looked. There was nothing to see.
Juggernauts arm raised by itself. There was a weapon attached to it. It targeted some heavy rocks.
Juggernaut waited. “Enemy! Enemy!” the voice cried.
There was something. It moved between the rocks.
Eventually it came forward. It was small, a lot smaller than Juggernaut. It didn’t appear to be dangerous. “Enemy
A Baby Turtle's ExpectationsDid you know turtles never know their parents? Flapping and pummeling out of their rubber skinned egg they discover not the kind faces of their mother and father smiling down at them in a way only turtles can. Instead they see a sandy beach and a long shuffling journey towards a rolling grey sea.A Baby Turtle's Expectations4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No baby turtle, dragging their soft young shell towards those waves, has ever seen their mother or father. No baby turtle got to ride the dangerous journey to the ocean on the shell of their parent. They learn to take a breath and swim through pummeling tide without the helping flipper of a father. They learn to fish and eat without their mother's keen eye and gentle head bumps. They learn to live, feed, hate, love and die all without ever crossing paths with the fateful pair that brought them into the world.
And they abandon their unhatched eggs, hidden under a layer of sand, in the exact same way their parents abandoned them.
But, in a way, I admire them. Yes, they leave their children behin
Other Side"I looked at myself in the mirror. The image in the glass looked like me, but it was alien to my mind. It all started yesterday...Other Side2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think I died, yesterday."
Steve angrily pressed the "Delete" key on his keyboard, erasing these few lines of text from his computer screen. Why was it so hard to write an horror story? Everybody always told Steve he was good at writing, and he had lots of ideas for stories, yet, when he sat down at tried to put them black on white...
He looked at the numbers on the bottom right side of his monitor: 23:28. It was late, and tomorrow he had to go to school... School. He hated that place. He hated the teachers, he hated the students, he hated most of the things he had to do there.
Steve sighed, and went to sleep.
The next day went exactly as he expected: Boring lessons, stupid teachers, even more stupid kids. Everything went as usual. Except for one thing: While in the bathroom, Steve looked at the mirror. Just like in his story, what he saw
O Death, thou hideous beast!O Death, thou hideous beast!7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It happened at my grandmother's funeral. I was tired of the fake smiles and handshakes and the well-wishers and decided to exit the rear of the funeral home to, well, just be alone. That's when I saw it. A shadow at first, slipping away down the dark alley like a criminal on the lam. I called out:
"Hey there, you! What is your business here?"
It stopped for a moment, then again began to hurry away without turning around to face me. I don't know why or what came over me but I ran down that alley as fast as I could and grabbed it by the collar. With a snarl it turned toward me, and I knew at that moment that I had come face to face with Death. Instinctively I backed away, cowering like a lamb before a lion. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as we gawked at one another. Death was a foul beast, unlike anything I'd ever seen before or could have even imagined. It's eyes were hollow and listless, it's belly the size of Jupiter.
In AD 2101, Zombies Were Rising...June 8th, AD 2101In AD 2101, Zombies Were Rising...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some say it's hard to believe. That it's all happening too fast. I think that the signs were all too obvious. First came that guy. Oh, he was crazy for sure. Ranting about his Lord's "final peace" and some smeg. Last thing he told us before he moved on to the next town was to be on our guard: War was beginning.
Then came the floods. I worked in the dam. I was on-shift when it broke, so I knew what happened. My best friend, he doesn't speak much English, mind, told me just before it broke, "Somebody set up us the bomb!". He got his point across. I rushed to see what was going on, but it was too late. The dam exploded, and flooded the valley.
Why am I saying all this? Well in case anyone picks this book up, I hope they get the signal I'm trying to convey. He is at fault for this... for all of this. "What!", you may say. "You haven't the evidence!", you may rebuke... and you may be right. But I know he's at fault.
When we turned on
True HeirTrue HeirTrue Heir1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
April 20th 1825-Mordred’s Castle, Whitfield, Paradise
The wind howled and slammed the rain against the vibrating glass windows. The grey clouds merged together, darkening the night sky and veiling the antiquated Shadow city, Whitfield. The city itself was guarded by tall and menacing evergreens. The cobbled roads that led to and fro were in desperate need of repair and resembled mud rivers more than streets. Ninety percent of the houses were wooden shacks, although a few were built from the various stones from the base of the Kanas Mountains. Their faces were splattered in mud as carriages drove by and many stores were empty because families could not afford to keep them open. An officer would sometimes patrol the streets, but they were understaffed and so there would be the inevitable sound of breaking glass as a few hooligans caused trouble. Even the churches were vandalized as believers prayed to a loving God and there were huddled masses in taverns and secluded home
Accidentally ImmortalI, somehow, have not died. Curious.Accidentally Immortal4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Coping With OCD I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is my belief that obsessive-compulsive disorder is misunderstood by the masses. People have a tendency to use it to describe their organizational habits or their fandom obsessions, but it is a genuine affliction, and while it is based on trivial thoughts, the effects of it are far from trivial - they are destructive and powerful. I was officially diagnosed with OCD a few months ago, but I have suspected it nearly my entire life.Coping With OCD7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
OCD is an anxiety disorder. It is based on obsessive thoughts that cause great anxiety, and in order to relieve those thoughts the sufferer performs compulsions, or in other words: rituals. Each sufferer goes through different rituals, but we all have one thing in common: anxiety. Each individual has their own preferences and their own ideas of how things should be in order to relieve anxiety. Most of us realize that these thoughts and anxieties ar
Ferryn's ReapingFerryn's Reaping3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time was moving ever so slowly, one can say it was almost painful. She took a light breath, her hands by her side, and her feet nervously shuffling in and out. Out of all the murmurs and worried faces, the sand beneath her twisting feet was all she noticed. It was time.
There was a silent and grave pause. As she took a non hesitated step forward, the crowd erupted with applause. Her face displayed no hint of emotion. It was as if her body wasn't hers, and that her steps were being taken by another. It wasn't until she reached the stage and faced her fellow district for it to truly sink in.
She shook the colorful man's hand with as much grace as she could. Her knees began to buckle slightly. Next was the male's drawing. Abner Kruschev. Except this boy boldly volunteered. A large roar overcame the area, similar to the sound of waves crashing in the palisades. Abner walked onto stage. His steps were full of confidence as he held his head high. He shook the colorful man's ha
A Story PracticeThe world might be about to end, and they are making me do puzzles.A Story Practice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A generic lab-coated geek sits beyond a plexiglass divider, timer in hand and a frown on his rodenty face. I finish matching the red and white pattern on the blocks in front of me to the newest card and he stops the timer with surprising enthusiasm.
He needlessly adjusts his glasses for about the 16th time this session, then begins furiously scratching away on a notepad. "I'll have to tabulate your results, of course," he replies with the strange enthusiasm he seems to reserve only for scientifically studying things. In this particular instance, me. "You seem to have done alright. I hope..." He squints harder at his illegible writing as if it has all the answers. "I just hope we'll find something." I can see he's about to say more, but either thinks better of it or chickens out. Probably the latter. He seems to know what he's doing when it comes
O projeto DRANas ruas da grande Tokyo, nas áreas mais afastadas do centro, não era difícil encontrar mendigos, e ali foi aonde tudo começou...O projeto DRA3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Entre essas pessoas se encontrava um homem e sua esposa, que estava grávida, ambos pobres que moravam embaixo de uma ponte, roupas sujas e rasgadas, nas mãos as marcas do excesso de trabalho, o homem era alto e forte apesar da magreza, a mulher tinha longos cabelos pretos e gastos pelo sol, eles estavam felizes com seu primeiro filho, porém, mais ainda preocupados, afinal, já era bem difícil encontrar comida para os dois, com a chegada do bebê não haveria comida suficiente e morreriam de fome.
Eis que, ao passarem por uma área mais rural da cidade, um estranho morador de lá se aproximava. Com olhos tapados pelo reflexo de seus óculos, olhou para a mulher e sorriu dizendo:
- Apenas em um olhar já enxergo a situação de vocês, passam fome não é mesmo? Penso que n
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
Jinouga vs. Rajang NarrationJinouga vs. Rajang Narration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rajang Vs. Jinouga
Salutations. For those who do not know me, my name is Glyde, the Master Scribe. As a Felyne, I am able to travel to far off lands in research of wyverns or other monsters. Along the way, I do come across many strange, wonderful, and sometimes even epic findings. Among them, wyvern battles are by far the most exhilarating. This particular battle sent shocks of excitement all throughout my body. Once again, the hunter Acelious had the good fortune of being able to witness this match though I saw him not at the time. Nonetheless, he has produced another piece of work to accompany my words of a battle between the blue and golden lighting.
It was in the mountain streams, about noon time when the Thuderbugs roam around looking for food. The shade provided by the trees overhead swayed lazily in the breeze and the whisper of the waterfall behind me made researching a little more enjoyable. I was gathering Thu
The Ballad of Eiy'ra HaizThe Ballad of Eiy'ra Haiz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he don't answer any more.
Not the whiskey drinking Indian, the marine who went to war.
A beaten up jukebox played old country songs in the corner of the bar. Outside, the mid-afternoon sun beat down on the cracked clay floor. The rocks surrounding the small mining town of Cripple Creek almost seemed to glow in the heat, and the horizon was half-hidden by haze. The township went about its business under the watchful eye of the local Dominion garrison.
But those in the Pink Moon sheltered from that world. The barman, Townes, was an old war veteran with only one arm. In place of the other was a crude robotic substitute. He served up drinks with little more than a vice, powered by a handful of servos which were connected to his arm just below the elbow. He was strangely proud of the device he'd often joke that he'd never play piano again, but his sex-life had improved tremendously.
Old Ma Haggard sat at the other side of the bar, smoking. She, like alm
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru
Rae: Hunter of Pokke (Prologue)Rae: Hunter of Pokke (Prologue)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rae:Hunter of Pokke
The moon laid her eyes upon a snowy field as a group of three treaded across towards an average sized village glowing in the distance. The sound of crunching could be heard as their boots flattened the fresh snow, the sound of clinking and banging as cold pots and pans smacked against battle worn swords and splintered shields. "Almost home... Jeez you think by now that they would have built a new guild hall in town, Pokke is starting to make a name for itself as a hunting town." The hunter sighed heavily, "It just doesn't seem fair that we have to travel so far just to take up a job." Soon after the statement a deep and hearty laughter could be heard radiating from the back of the group, "Ahhh Ramile you know that won't happen for another 2 or 3 years we've only started hunting, and hunters have barely started to settle in Pokke, come let us walk towards the warmth of home." And with a big smile, the hunter looked onward to his home of Pokke glowing gently in the di
The Creation: MH styleThe CreationThe Creation: MH style6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In the beginning, the land was dark. Nothing lived. And the land and water was calm. Then out of the darkness was born three eggs. One was black, the other was white, and the third was blue. At the same time the eggs hatched.
Out of black egg, came a giant beast black as the night. The very roar of this beast caused volcanoes to erupt, causing land to form over the waters. Its step shook the land, creating valleys and canyons. And the scales that fell from it became the plants of the land and the humans along with the other beasts that roam the land.
Out of the blue egg came a beast with fins. It went into the waters. Its movements caused the great ocean to stir, creating great waves that washed away the lands. And the scales that fell from it became the fishes and plants of the ocean.
Out of the white egg, came two beasts with wings, with a great