Graviton BombI shall start at the beginning. Now, while this is usually the logical place to start anything, it will become apparent that, in this situation, that is not nearly as simple as it may initially appear to be.Graviton Bomb7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A beginning signifies a single point in time; a position in one of the four dimensions we inhabit. Of these four dimensions, we transverse three of them on a daily basis with little or no concern. In contrast, we have no direct control over the fourth dimension whatsoever. Irrefutably, and indefinitely, time flows from the past to the future just as the grains of sand fall through the globes of an hourglass.
This single fact could be the cause of the situation in which we now find ourselves. Mankind has never been satisfied with what we are naturally capable of. Simultaneously, this lust for improvement above and beyond the boundaries nature has imposed upon us is equally our greatest strength and our greatest weakness. While our ability to engineer and adapt has allowed us to reac
White HoleI found myself watching the device over steepled fingers, pursed lips resting against my thumbs. The keyboard in front of me lay silent, while the display on my monitor continued to flash ominously, reeling numbers increasing more quickly than the eye could track, while a second set counted down at a more sedate speed.White Hole6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The device itself was little bigger than a credit card, but I could hear the reinforced steel of its cradle groaning beneath its weight. That iconic white faceplate no longer seemed quite so clean and innocent; there was something sinister about the glossy surface. Saruman the white revealing his true intentions to Gandalf.
At the end of the day, it was the damned theoretical physicists who were responsible. But they couldnt really be held to blame. Its always the way with incredible breakthroughs; no-one ever considers the long-term implications.
Infinite data storage seemed like such an amazing concept. I think everyone could agree with that. I dont b
Chapter 1~Who Let the Dogs OutChapter 1~Who Let the Dogs Out1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dark lantern swung dimly in the chilly ally. The wind whispered in hushed tones, picking up crumpled pieces of paper and flung them across the uneven slabs of stone. Haunting beams of silver light was being cast down by the bright moon which hung looming over the town, half shadowed by puffy, dark clouds.
The young boy was crouched behind a stack of UPS boxes in the alley, a long black coat going down to his knees as he was curled up, nibbling off of the ends of a piece of moldy bread. His neck was covered by a thick black and green scarf, which wrapped its way around his throat, ripped and stained, it was a piece of junk, but the boy held it firmly in one hand, as if it was the most important thing in the world.
He was just a kid. Seven years old, with ebon black hair that tangled its way down to the bottom of his ears. His skin was an unnatural pale, and his ribs could be seen through his wet, dark t-shirt. He didn’t wear any shoes
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
Story Time Once upon a time, there was a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve.Story Time5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl had friends whom she loved, and so she gave away little pieces of her heart to each of them. But some of her friends set their pieces on fire, and the girl cried for the pieces of her heart. Some friends put the flame out, and so the girl was happy, and gave the friends more of her heart even though they had set their pieces on fire. And though her heart was now smaller, she thought it was worth it.
The girl had a family whom she loved, and so she let her family hold her heart. But her family saw that the edges of her heart were frayed. They picked at the bits of heart thread, trying to make it smooth, but the edges of the heart only got more frayed. The girl cried because her heart could not be perfect for her family, and so she took her heart back. But her family told her they liked her heart, frays and all. And though
His Butler, EndHis Butler, End3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yet another outfit of his is stuffed into a suitcase, his maid lingers by his bed with her hands clasped to her chest as she stares with wide eyes. In her whole three years of services has she never seen the small, powerful figure of Ciel Phantomhive in a hurry so strong that he didn't even bother with changing to prepare to leave.
This morning had happened in such a confusion, first when she came in to awaken him Mey-Rin found the young earl in the hallways of all places dragging a suitcase into his room. He had promptly slammed it atop his bed, wrenched open his wardrobe and began a frantic stuffing of clothes.
He hadn't even bothered to change out of his nightclothes, a large white shirt that was worn by his father, Vincent Phantomhive. Somehow Mey-Rin was able to convince him to wear a pair of pants, which he tore from his closet wrenching them around his waist then continued his work.
"Young master," Mey-Rin calls as Ciel sits atop his luggage bouncing up and down a few times befo
Fear the Dragon CallA storm of lighting breaks the sky as the dragons begin to stir and wakeFear the Dragon Call3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their roar will thunder across the mountains as the very earth will shake
These ancient beasts of might and magic, are fury and strength personified!
How many of you will remember the days when we were told to hide?
Our mothers would wrap us in special blankets and calm us down with song
We would cower in holes like tiny rats whilst our parents acted strong
The Dragon would burn our homes away and all would turn to dust and ash
Our entire lives would be swallowed up! In a single crimson flash...
It used to be a time of darkness, where a man would live in constant fear
Yet we have found a special way, to protect the lives that we hold dear
My friends I must now present to you the warriors of the Chosen Eight
A group of our honoured champions, who will slay the beasts we hate!
Now they ride for the Volcanic Wastes where the Dragon call has sounded!
Before the beast can stand its ground they will have it fully surrou
beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .beside me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
If you want me there with you.
Past the tall wicked trees and dark sidewalks,
through the veins of busy roads and under the dull amber street lights.
You're laying in bed sleeping soundly, peacefuly.
I think of you.
I Miss you.
I Want you here.
Though I'll be with you soon.
My eyes are getting heavy and my body is loosening.
Drifting into a sleep
blue sky Pilotsof blue sky Pilotsblue sky Pilots8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
draw their breath white
lines Crossing the calm
we measure distances In lungs
shaped like a plane spread
against same ozone
these years To last for miles
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
ElanaElana4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She catches herself on evenings like these trying to say exactly the things she doesn't want to say, so she writes them and tears them apart instead. Her pen is forming a man-made lake on the paper as she writes A-A-A-A-A, unable to finish your name.
In the dead of night, after she tells you she is going to sleep, she sneaks out, marks her garden with a sign bearing your smile, and plants a seed. She fights her right hand as it reaches to flood ink and dirt over your picture and your seed, and she tries to describe to it what the tree will look like, but she honestly has no idea.
Sometimes she lies when you ask how she feels, like when you wanted her to tell you about the first time she saw the sea. Staring at the waves, drowning what they love and falling in love with what they drown, she almost saw the curls of her hair, the cold glint of her own eyes in the capricious, roiling water, but she told you she just grabbed some shells and went home.
You snort and say she has no idea what
In My MemoriesIn My Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In My Memories
My love for you felt like frost-bitten pins
My heart, body, mind, and soul were numbing
This double-edged conscience~
No hands were lent / No hands to take
Abandonment Abandonment Abandonment
Countless tears to shed / Countless tears to make
Abolishment Abolishment Abolishment
The thoughts of you are like venomous-needles
After the emotions are injected the end seems less beautiful
Pain is unforgettable~
This unrequited suffering is self-made
No affection No affection No affection
I hoped you were the one but I fell for you too late
Bad medicine Bad medicine Bad medicine
The lights that instantly caught my eyes
Were too promising to believe it was just another lie
Cruel by design~
Anxiety enters my already-damaged bloodstream
It's coursing It's coursing It's coursing
I destroy myself little by little with every silent scream
It's unnerving It's unnerving It's unnerving
The dreams of the past keep
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
T,T,3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
The Lie of VengeanceThe Lie of Vengeance:The Lie of Vengeance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins first as a smouldering fire;
A heat that swelters and burns inside your own heart.
It then roars to life as a flame of destruction;
Seeking, hungrily, to consume all who are bound by it...
This is the gift of vengeance
A kiss so sweet that it could only be an evil temptation.
Yet all will seek it in darkness;
For there is none who can resist its sweet allure...
It is like a friend in your time of need;
Comforting and seemingly understanding of your pain.
It tells you that you need to stand up for yourself;
It tells you that others must fall for you to live on!
But this is a lie! Obvious as it might seem;
Many fail to notice the intricacy of this deception.
It is difficult to fathom that the glory and relief which vengeance grants you;
Is naught but an ephemeral wind, existing only for a moment...
Shame and guilt will then crush your spirit
And the emptiness of the void begins to ring hollow within your soul.
The hole which you
Your WordsYour Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go right ahead, sir.
Keep stabbing at me.
Insult me with your words,
Your harsh, spiteful words,
Because I don't care anymore;
I'm too numb from all the agony
To even feel pain anymore.
Your ruthless insults,
Each like an individual knife,
Each opening up another wound,
Each slitting open another vien,
Each causing another river of blood,
Each slowly crumbling me to pieces,
Because it's not as if, initially,
I was normally the most confident person.
Why do I believe your name-calling?
Why is part of my mind soaking this all in,
And convincing myself that these are facts?
Tell me, sir, am I really stupid?
Do I seriously look like a clown?
If I went and left this world forever,
Because of your heartlessness,
Would you truthfully be the one laughing?
Excuse me, sir,
But could you please clarify,
Enlighten me with your reasoning,
For gradually ripping me to shreds,
When you can spot the hurt in my eyes,
When you can recognize how I lower my head
To hide these tears,
Every one shed represen
Is It Wrong?Is it wrongIs It Wrong?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content?
Is it wrong
That I do not laugh when others are hurt,
On their knees in blood stained mud,
And I am there with hand outstretched,
Seeming to always be there in time of need?
Is it wrong
That I do not clap, nor do I support
Ones I do not find worthy of it,
Ones who I find in my perspective to be
Quite cruel and bitterly heartless?
Is it wrong
That I choose to sit in