Robot BeingRobot Being4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I wake up,
Uncertain, unnoticed, unpredicted,
from a long nap,
of a score of minutes.
In this free day,
I look out to the beautiful sight,
of jungles turned concrete,
"The deal an hour later,
accounts for another three, then the meeting..."
It is 'robotic (human?)' now, to think,
what could be done in the lost past,
and what all is to be done to the future,
the present of present,
"Love? haha! you speak of centuries yore,
Its wonder much, and sorrow more,"
The brain is washed to such a 'reflective' polish
that every relationship,
is now a duty.
I go out in the regular bus,
unnoticed and not noticing,
as everyone is busy with their own chores,
with faces, expressionless,
and as I get down I slip and fall,
A thousand footsteps walk over and past,
And I generate an "un-robotic" emotion,
of sadness, weeping over,
the minute ten seconds that passed,
And as another of "anger" comes,
I look down to the floor,
to see I slipped,
on a dog flower,
and a 'smok
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 Film2 years 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
When Dib Found Wheatley: Part 13When Dib Found WheatleyWhen Dib Found Wheatley: Part 134 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part 13: The Empty Hallways
The air vent they had entered, at least, it seemed to be some kind of air vent, was rather low-ceilinged and quite narrow. All of them had to throw themselves on their knees and crawl in single file as fast as they could to escape the hover turrets' gunfire. This was made even more difficult by the fact that they had to drag GLaDOS, an extremely heavy core that seemed to take up most of the space in the narrow vent, along as they went. The regular sentry turrets' bullets could no longer reach them, of course, but they could hear the noises of the hover turrets just behind them, seemingly getting closer and closer every moment.
Dib was in front of the entire group, using one hand to haul GLaDOS along and the other, still gripping hold of his portal gun, to drag himself forward along that horribly cramp space of the vent. Chell was just behind GLaDOS, helping him by pushing the core forward as she shoved her Companion Cube and he
Dragon Names (update)• TemeraireDragon Names (update)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
• Night Fury
• Golly Gosh
• Lord Octa
Species Bio - The ApibaraSpecies Bio - The Apibara4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Ah-pea-bar ah* almost silent ending) A combination of the Indonesian translations for Fire and Ember, Apibarai plural.
Height: Females stand at 8 ft to 10 ft tall fully mature, Males stand at 10ft to 14ft
Weight: 6 to 10 tons at full maturity, born at .5 tons
Lifespan: 60 years in captivity, 40 years wild missing limbs, 45 years wild whole
Diet: Carnivorous eating small to medium sized creatures and the carcasses of larger prey.
Discovered/Created by: Lhune, Adopted and Owned by: Lookin'
*these stats are average
Origin of Name/Discovery:
Walking in the wild jungles of Indonesia, Ilse Lhune Gort discovered the Apibara wandering in search of creatures that no other human being had seen. Despite the Apibara being mistaken by the native islander as the fire deity Kilmira's demented spawn, the outside world had never heard of the creatures. She first noticed an odd smell in the air upon entering a particularly open section of the jun
The Wendigo's Fondest DreamThe Wendigo's Fondest Dream3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That night, sleep found me almost before I was even on the bed. Dreams followed close in suit, their presence unwelcome. Eighty percent of the time when I had dreams they were horrific and made me wish I could hide from my own slaughterhouse of a mind. But tonight it was something of a nightmare and something prolific.
I was looking at myself across a room occupied solely by black. Dim yellow hung over him. He was hunched over like a creature over prey. His arms were wrapped around his chest by a straight jacket and his neck was bound by a leather strap to the wall behind him. His mouth was covered with one of the muzzles I'd grown used to at the 'research facility'. His eyes held a menacing quality that I used to see in the mirror. His hair was wild as a rabid dog's, stubble peppering what could be seen of his chin. The pants he wore were light blue and white striped, the
Waking to RealityAUTHOR'S NOTE: I figured I'd stick this here, just in case the beginning of this deters you. Read on before determining that Spike is totally out of character, ok? I promise, it makes sense in the end!Waking to Reality4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Tall and skinny.
Aggressively hunched posture.
It's him, all right. Spike.
I hesitate to think of him that way, but I can't help it. No one loves him like I do, I know that And I know he doesn't feel the same, but I can't help it. He's He's always been 'my Spike'.
Not in a possessive way, though! Just In a way that I care where no one else does. So I'll do what I can to take care of him like no one else does.
Thing is I can't believe he's here. At the tree house I've come here every day for the past two weeks, and he hasn't been here. I doubted he'd ever want to see me again after Well All that
I figured he hated be, but There he is.
Nyutopia Part 1 of 2By: D. R. Nyan-chanNyutopia Part 1 of 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NOTE: Read aloud at your own risk...
Gather around my little kawaiis. I, Storyteller Sasha, have a wonderful tale to tell. It’s very important that nyu all knyow the origin-nyof our wonderful Nyutopia and how it came to be-nya.
Unfortunyately, this world wasn’t always the paradise we nyow knyow it to be. Many, many reincarnyations ago, a joyous and genyerous sky rock gently landed with a "BOOM!" near a small island far in the direction of the Left Paw. This sky rock had a wonderful gift to share, but unfortunyately rocks don’t move on their own-nyan nyo one knyu that it was there.
Nyaaa, I can’t help but cry w-when I *sniff* think about how l-lonely it must have been-nyaaa.
In the time it took the world to go through all its seasons twice, nyat a single sister came to help *sniff*
Noise Blasphemers short storyThe Iron Vault is a vast cylindrical hall with one entrance opening up to a slim walkway suspended in the middle of the room. The walkway plunges into the darkness of the great expanse of nothingness until it reaches a platform. On this platform is a monolith, a titanic slab of obsidian that rises from the unseen depths of the chamber and disappears into the inky blackness of the vaulted ceiling.Noise Blasphemers short story4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Encased deep within this monolith is a daemon.
To know a daemons true name is to wield power over it, therefore the only person to know this particular daemons name is that of the one who imprisoned it in the first place, Lord Torturer himself.
The story of how it came to be imprisoned here is in itself an impressive tale. During a particularly difficult Warp jump the Infidel class raider ship, The Engine of Obscenity, was set upon by 6 powerful daemons of Slaanesh. Each was sent to test Lord Torture's newfound loyalty to the Dark Prince and to determine if he was worthy of his divine blessing
ResurrectionAshesResurrection6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is what's left of me
ruined and ravaged
by havoc and flames.
My pain has pressed me to the ground,
my sorrow drowned me in tears.
Now here I am
a heap of ashes
is what you give to me
fought and paid for
by your own precious blood.
My pain you took upon yourself
My sorrow washed away with your own tears.
Now here you are
and set a flame
in my heart.
The Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of Wormwood7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The familiar smell of autumn hung in the air, very much like the dying leaves adorning the trees, holding on with a loosening grip before slipping from the branches. Outside of Wormwood High School, while a menagerie of amazing and unbelievable students walked, loitered, and generally did what students do, a tall, skinny teenager stood alone and apart; the white skull emblazoned across the back of a dark gray shirt seemed to shine like a beacon as a warning to keep away, as he stood by his lonesome, staring out into the blue with eyes darker than an abyss and a lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lips.
You shouldnt be smoking on school property, Dando Grimm. A teacher had approached him from behind, but kept a good distance still and called out a warning, his arms crossed and foot tapping. While the teacher may have believed he was intimidating and in control, he looked quite ridiculous at least, he did to the student.
RunI need to escape,Run3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be free.
I must surely run wild.
I long to laugh and see.
Run, run I shall run out of fear.
I will flee from the threat.
I shall go far not near.
A place that is safe,
That is what I need.
I need no familiar face
So, I take off with speed.
Forget what I have left
For it is surely gone.
Time is running out,
They will be awakened by dawn.
So, I gather my things
And swiftly go away.
There's nothing left for me here
And no reason to stay.
But I'll admit, I'm glad that I'm free.
After years of being controlled, I can finally be me.
Dearly Departed,Dear, dear Nicholas,Dearly Departed,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've only ever told one person ever what I did to you the night before you died.
He told me over and over to assure me; "Don't blame yourself. You couldn't have known. I'm sure he understood."
There was no way I could believe him, so I pretended I did.
Everybody tells you, never end on a bad note, and what a bad fucking note it was.
At your funeral they all said, we never knew what we had until it was gone, as if they even knew.
They told me I was lucky, one of the last few to see you before you left, when they had no fucking clue.
When people looked back on the days before, they said, we didn't see the clues, we could've seen it coming.
Why did I ignore the voice in my head, that told me, you never know, when your last chance comes.
Was I so naive, so immature, to let a heated temper overrule my love for another.
You taught me something so important. But your death taught me so much more.
Your life taught me what really mattered, and who.
Hydra - The Order of KhthoniosShe kept her feet apart and her center low. Her eyes did not deviate from her opponent as she stepped to the side. He followed her. The stone tiles were hot against her bare feet, the sun having baked them, and her, for far too long today.Hydra - The Order of Khthonios2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her opponent lunged. She leapt to the side, rolling across the tiles. His sword struck the floor with the loud clang of metal on rock. She sprung back to her feet, he swung at her again. Rather than dodge, she raised an arm and caught the blade on the flesh of her forearm. Blood spurted from the wound and her opponent recoiled. She dropped to the ground and swung her leg out, catching him behind the knees and causing his legs to buckle. Typhon fell hard, landing on his rump as his sword fell from his grip and clattered across the tiles.
She stood over him, her arms crossed and a smug grin on her face.
‘I believe, I win,’ she said.
Typhon got to his feet and scowled at her.
‘A warrior does not sacrifice their body to surprise their o
Analysis of the MetaconExcerpt from the memoirs of Field Marshal Daunex Phandur dis ZvahAnalysis of the Metacon3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
[Thoughts presented in an oratory format]
People often compare the Metacon War to a long hunt. In a hunt the distinction between predator and prey is quite clear. Often times during the war it was hard to discern which of those two we were.
The Metacon were no animals. They moved silently and effortlessly blended with the land. They marched tirelessly day and night, laying traps and ambushes everywhere. They felt neither pain nor fear.
Never once did we have the element of surprise and each encounter with the Metacon left us with fewer and fewer men. In one campaign I lost seventy men in the course of three weeks. sixty four to the Metacon and six to fear. We never stood a chance.
Their marksmen took out my snipers from miles away, their shock troops killed Oravores with nothing more than their bare hands. They took in everything around them and responded instantly to changing circumstances. To us what w
Gooty TarantulaI'm not afraid of you.Gooty Tarantula2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not a small
on long thin legs,
a freak scaring
with its grotesque.
Your coloring is beautiful,
the graceful shining
of the noble metal -
I'd caught you
to look at how you
devour little flies
and the rest
of little insects.
After the next one of
your ample meals
I'd take you on my hands.
Suddenly I'd start to regret
my impudence and stupidity -
as the injected venom
would give me a lesson of life.
MK: Mileena x Male Reader ''Her Wish''MK: Mileena x Male Reader ''Her Wish''2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were walking on the Shang Tsung's garden. You were invited to join the tournament but you didn't want to participate. Shang Tsung told you if you won't participate you would pay the consequences and have to face the emperor Shao Khan. Unfortunately you couldn't deny but you accept it. Now you were frustrated walking around the garden. You are a ninja. A ghost type ninja. You could dissapear when you want it and you could eat the souls of your victims. You were special an you know it. Nobody from the ninjas have you ability and you were proud and arrogant with them. You were born in Outworld but your parents were murdered by a witch when you were a child. The witch throw at you a curse and you got the power of dissapear and kill any person by eating their soul. You couldn't believe it. In a rage, you throw yourself at the witch and you gave her a strong bite in her neck absorbing her corrupted soul. But it was a mistake. Suddenly you got burn into a purple and dark flames; you faint
The Pale MouseI.The Pale Mouse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire in the distance.
You're in a city and
I am in another
a foreign feeling
washed through my heart.
Twelve hours in silence,
No power, no phones.
A daily ritual to live through;
I'd stay on the balcony
counting minutes till one,
of your voice, your laughter, and
the thousand roses i smell in your hair.
you're so scared
windows are sealed,
the doors are locked.
another bullet rings
another wave of blood.
Curling in the darkness,
under the bed
dying for a drink yet,
you refuse to get up.
I promised i'd be there,
waiting on the other side
of a telephone line.
I told you the tale
of a small pale mouse,
cleaning her house.
she found a shiny
gold coin and
danced to joy.
there was no more fear.
Did you get a drink?
asking what happened
to the mouse.
you are my pretty pale m
The Apostate-ChampionThe Apostate-Champion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is is there no other way?" Valena asked standing in front of mighty Arishok, the leader of qunari who was almost twice her height. Although she knew there were no variants left: the only thing that could convince qunari leave peacefully was now farther and farther away from here with each passing minute.
This story will not end without bloodshed, she knew it.
"The relic we came here for was stolen from us again, the last attempt to retrieve it peacefully was ruined by you, saribas!" Arishok swiped his huge bloody axe and spattered Valena with viscous dark-red glop that once was under someone`s skin, young mage almost chocked on horrible rotten-metallic stench.
'Damn you, Isabella!' She thought, 'Damn you selfish gucky bitch! These men`s blood is on your hands!'
She took a look on scared citizens around her as they watched her with beg in their eyes What an irony she, the apostate mage was their only hope here, in city where people with magical gift were treated wors
A Creepy Reality~ Part 3There is no rest for the wicked…A Creepy Reality~ Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So why do they always show up in nightmares?
You hastily wander down a soggy dirt path, your only light sources a cold metal lantern, which you clutched tightly in your hand, and the illustrious glow of the celestial bodies that shine peacefully above you. Rain clashes down on your head at a steady pace, but you pay it no mind as you wander into the beckoning woods ahead. You were unsure why you had the strange compulsion to wander aimlessly into the forest; all you knew is that you couldn’t get there fast enough. Your legs impatiently burn beneath you, luring you into a gentle jog, and then a run. You race as fast as you possibly could through the trees, increasing your gait faster sill when you hear a strong presence that urges you onward with every step, almost as if it were…chasing after you. Finally reaching a wide, circular clearing, the urge to run becomes but a whisper, and you find the strength to stop. Sweat clings to your