Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film"Okay then, let me see if I follow here. You two single handedly slew thousands of royal guards-"Diablo III the Buddy Cop Film1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Snake people disguised as guards," the Demon Hunter interjected, pointing a finger at the report. "Thousands of snake people disguised as guards."
"Fine, snake people. However, according to your Wizard friend here, you originally did not know they were snake people."
"..They wouldn't let us pass," the Demon Hunter replied, more question than statement.
"And at no point did you think to yourself, 'oh, you know what I should do? Call my superiors, maybe explore some diplomatic channels.' You guys jumped straight to ethnic cleansing," the bulbous constable replied, scowling. "This is on top of assisting a rogue Horadrim, letting Deckard Cain's niece get kidnapped, and, cherry on top, breaking every single piece of pottery from Arcanus to Caldeum."
"That last part, I didn't even want to do that. I thought breaking all the pottery was a waste of time. This one though, the bloodlu
Hangover - RoyAiColonel Roy mustang lay there in bed, groaning and complaining. It was already 10 a.m. an hour past his clock in time over at head quarters. He stirred for a while and tried to massage his pounding head. He needed aspirin, and he needed it fast. He rolled over to his stomach and buried his head under the pillow and groaned.Hangover - RoyAi5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hangovers " He complained a little more before he actually decided to actually do something about it. He lay on his back and tried to sit up. But his body just wasn't cooperating. He slammed his head down on the pillow, which was not a good idea. His head pounded and throbbed even more.
He took the pillow from under his head and pulled it over his face, put pressure on it, hoping it would help but did nothing.
"Where's Riza when you need her?" He groaned. "Wait " He slowly pulled the pillow off his face and rested it on his chest. "That's it; it's her day off today." A smug and evil smile slowly crept up his lips. "Perfect."
He rolled, making him l
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Of Descent - Chapter 1Of Descent - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I used to dream those blue skies were just a thin blanket draped over this world. That the sun and moon were windows to the other side. The light was calling to me- A world where I belonged. Somewhere the wind wasn't cold and bitter, where rain fell soft upon the flourishing earth. Where the stars would dance around me and chase the dark away. A home. A place that I closed my eyes and imagined every night, wishing I would find my way to through my dreams. And every morning when I woke, those dreams faded, leaving a void in my heart. Until I stopped dreaming altogether.
The morning was bright and clear- a change in the recent cold and gray skies. I felt as the corners of my lips expanded into a smile. I loved days like these; they reminded me of the summers where I used to run barefoot through the grass, with my dresses tied up over my knees so I wouldn't trip. When the aroma of freshly-cooked, strip
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
Will vs WillThe Dirrector Hates Fashion TrendsWill vs Will5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is Channel Five News, now bringing you the Fashion Hour with your host, Miss S. H. Alloe."
"Hellooooo everyone," says the host, a woman reclining on a couch with a nasally voice, lips the size of mating salmon and enough botox to crumble a mummy, "and welcome to our Fashion Hour with your host, mmmmmmeeeeeeee."
She lets out an annoying little laugh that could only arouse a circus clown.
"For this week's latest fashion, I'd like to introduce the latest from $halloe Inc., our brand new Gotcha Puuuuuuurse. Oh Theeeeeodore."
Enter Theodore, a man toy in a French maid outfit. Carrying his mistress's new purse, he has the dead eyes and mannerisms of a golem. While that would strike fear in most normal people, women of Miss Alloe's ilk could only find it sexy.
"Thaaaaank you Theodore."
Theodore grunts in response.
"Now my darlings, you are absolutely going to looooooove my new product. Made from the skin of authentic indigenous tribesmen
In the spider's web IVSebastian was standing in front of Ceil, his head bowed. His master's fingers were tapping on the desk in front of him.In the spider's web IV3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sebastian, tell me again what you are." He whispered, his eyes dark.
"I am here to serve your needs Master, whatever they may be." He said quietly, not looking up at Ceil.
"That's right." Ceil said darkly, and he moved, striding around the desk, and Sebastian's eyes widened a bit. His master, who was normally dressed so neatly, had boots on there were just covered, coated in mud.
"You are my servant. My butler, my demon." Ceil hissed darkly, and he leaned back against the desk. "And you do EVERYTHING I say. No exceptions, none." Ceil breathed. He'd hadn't forgiven Sebastian for the other night.
"Yes Master." Sebastian said quietly, wondering what creative punishment his master had come up with.
"Get on your knees Sebastian." Ceil ordered darkly. He was sick of Sebastian's attitude. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but I know it's going t
2011 NaCoWriMo Hemnalg2011 NaCoWriMo Hemnalg4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
susj ti ån derrnigec baakjud låug sar jelv på taväk. sar ärde blisan, ärde mäma sålanarun yĝ bybragarun. ös sälnud, pasjun apåsjar åt nuleenec yĝ nuleenec gyl nagåja grijalic böda lä såm kleskiben, yĝ pla dirar gäbäskje särykic naĝelec päfna yĝ frånes. ruluuc, derrnig på sar sjä dunuf rabac yng så lanaryc, hää; äpen sar netel deme yĝ dir muvn gyl hållel dyå sör gågjön yĝ luckenelun nu hulic budhur käådjtag. jej maa, ab tileldå derrnignej baakjud? sjä så? så muvnja smedbec abic.
baakjud derrnig sar dirmäng ra åsjmetyc. sar ruluuc - sög karis us anac. bejna dir sög fu
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
Journal AeroThe journal was large and bulky, yet lightweight with a smooth, glassy, hard covered surface. Bright green rays of light shone outward from the letters of the book. The journal itself seems to be written in some primitive version of Egyptian Hieroglyphics but a closer look reveals that the language is actually Greek, possibly originating from the city of Atlantis. As you open the journal the letters on the page shatter and reform before your eyes converting to simple English. The bright green rays of light die down as the words become readable. The story begins with royalty in the lost city of Atlantis; the princess of Atlantis had willfully committed adultery with another man that was not her husband. The king had found out about the intimate relationship with his daughter and the man who was not her husband. The adulterer and his entire family were banished from the City of Atlantis. They called themselves simply the Rogues. As you continue reading you find oddly enough the journal dJournal Aero4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were special once...The world is so full of beauty. You look around, and everything is like a still photograph. Every single object carries so much life, that when put in a single frame, it encapsulates everything that we love, hate, and feel for. Colors are wild, stunning, glistening before our eyes. Soft, gentle sounds fill our ears. Our senses are tempted by sweet sensations that waft past us with each and every step. Nothing could ever distract someone from such beauty.You were special once...10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
How is it then that in a world so beautiful, one can be so sad? How is it that our every image is tainted with darkness, eventually engulfing the entire scene? How can a single act destroy so much life?
You lie awake at night, clouds above your head...its a rainy day. Darkness dawning down, shadows overcasting your bed. Try to fall asleep, but your mind is in another world, another place, another time. You know what you want...why do you deny yourself? It haunts you, never leaving... always behind your shoulder glaring down on you. You
Ink and DiamondsWe used to go down to the lake. The lake of inky water with a surface that shimmered at dawn and glittered at dusk, like a pit of tar covered in crushed diamonds. We tread with careful paces; the bare soles of our feet snapping twigs. Standing in the deep and dark that surrounds me, but does not swallow me, that's when I can finally breathe. Breath like a cedar tree, deep and airy from paper bag lungs in a rib-cage of ivy. If roots could grow from my skin and burrow into the loose sand of this lake I would never leave, and I would never be alone.Ink and Diamonds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We used to sing with the birds. Voices like clocks and golden cellos. We were like a symphony, off key and blind to those who sit and stare at the sea like it's something marvelous instead of something cold and hungry for courage. They ignored us, and it was beautiful to be ignored. With words in ancient languages that only children know, with syllables that sound like the creation and destruction of worlds with a single sound. And the drumbea
Thussaf grammar - work in progress January 2012Thussaf GrammarThussaf grammar - work in progress January 20123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PHONEMES (in IPA)
y, ɪ, ø, e, a, ɔ, ʊ, ɹɹ (syllabic), p, b, f, v, m, ɹ, t, d, θ, ð, n, l, ʧ, ʤ, s, z, ɲ, j, g, ʃ, ʒ, ŋ, k, h
Front-rounded vowels retain their roundness in a root when occurring alone or with /y/, /ø/ or /u/. In other cases they lose their rounding. Examples: /byʤ/ "-ceive/cept", /ʒilɹɹ/ "city", /nøfy/ "year", /esa/ "stone".
Front-rounded vowels retain their roundness in words made up of multiple morphemes regardless of individual stems. Examples: /emɹɹjø/ "to war", /esaʃøn/ "onto the stone".
There is no grammatical gender.
1s: /srr/ 1p: /jub/
2s: /ɲøs/ 2p: /mø/
3s: /kuð/ 3p: /oʤil/
These decline as other nouns do; see below.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Head and Shoulders [Daddy!LevixMommyReader AU]Head and Shoulders [Daddy!LevixMommyReader AU]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You and your daughter Mikasa are waiting patiently at the airport for your husband. Levi had been on a very important business trip and was coming home today. You were excited that he was coming home. Three weeks seemed like forever and the more that the days passed without him, the more antagonizing the wait was.
"Mommy, is daddy here yet"? Your four year old asked tugging on the hem of your sun dress.
"No baby. Not yet."
"Oh...Mommy, you're getting fat." Mikasa said looking up at your belly. You gave her stank face and tried to smile at her bluntness. ' *sigh* Just like her father...' You thought. You and Levi were expecting and decided not to tell Mikasa that she was going to be a big sister soon. But there was another reason why you couldn't wait until he got home.
"Here baby girl. Why don't you draw daddy a picture? I think he
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
how to be an annoying fuck.HOW TO BE AN ANNOYING FUCKhow to be an annoying fuck.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contrary to popular belief becoming an annoying fuck is far from easy. It doesn't just happen overnight. It takes years of practise, and requires a great amount of knowledge about Pokémon.
It's complicated. What annoys a certain group of people may not work for the others.
Start with people who get irritated easily. Ever had a friend who was obsessed with their hair? You know, the twat that always goes; "DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING HAIR" and you just feel like slapping them, because wtf dude, your hair looks shit anyway. So yeah. Start with those people. Touch their hair. Touch their hair as much as possible. If they try to slap you, you're doing great. You don't need your Pokémon just yet.
You can't move up until you gain enough experience. Sure, you may be a pro at annoying people, but if you don't have the experience you're screwed. You start low, and then move up. That's how it works in Pokémon world.
To be an annoying fuck you also need a good
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
Commission - That Smile of HisCommission - That Smile of His3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day was dragging on into the evening. The sky was yellow mixed with orange and red but Ciel could already see the darkness of the night begin to engulf it.
"Young master, there are still a few document left that you must fill out." Sebastian said piling not just a small pile but a huge six foot tall pile of documents! This would take Ciel forever to finish. Giving a sigh Ciel said,
"Why can't you just do it all for me Sebastian."
"Well young master, this is your company and if you don't know how to run your own company, how do you expect to deal with all the drama in the future. Unless If you want me to do it so badly, you could give me a kiss~" Sebastian gave Ciel one of those annoying smiles that made Ciel's left eye twitch.
ZectThey hadn't always looked at him funny. Not since the fire, when his parents disappeared, he told the Manticore, but now… Now it was different, people avoided him, whispered behind his back (loud enough he could hear); they said he was crazy, that he started the fire. “Let them whisper” he muttered to the Centaur, “they weren't there, they don’t know what happened.” “You’re right” was her only reply, and her psychotic grin gave him comfort.Zect3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later someone tripped him, landing him in a puddle of mud. He was used to this; they did this because they were afraid of him said the Manticore. As he shuffled into class dripping wet he noticed a new girl standing up front introducing herself. He sat down at his desk and found her coming down the aisle toward him; she sat down at the desk to his right and said “Hi, I’m Yasmine.” What’s your name?”
“Zect” he repl