RARE GERMAN updatedNOUNS:RARE GERMAN updated4 years ago in Other More Like This
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.., ingleichen .. (gleichermaßen)
.., diesfalls .. (deswegen)
..er wollte ertrotzen (entgegenstellen)
..es war verabsäumt (verunstaltet)
A line of salt at my doorThere is a line of salt at my door.A line of salt at my door4 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
It is the early hours of the morning; I have come home every night to this. Weary from battle and stained in the blood of our enemies I have come my sword in my hand to confront Ashiko with Sachimon's boast. I will never forget the pain of hearing those words or the pain of
There is a line of salt at my door and I cannot pass.
I wait outside at the bottom of the steps; my armour weighs heavily on my shoulders. It digs into care worn muscles and reminds me of what came before. It is almost all that I can remember.
She startled me.
Coming up the road, her strange clothes worn under an open green kimono that fluttered about her like a cloak. A large pack was strapped across her back and she sang loudly and off key.
"I am the son, and the heir!
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar!
I'm the son and he-ir, of nothing in particular!"
She paused and took a few dancing steps, and then resumed caterwauling. I glanced hopefully towards my home hoping t
The War is OverI meet her at the cemetery,The War is Over2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watch her climb the steps to me.
Black scarf, black circles under eyes,
Red lipstick helping her feel brave.
We walk together to the grave
In silence. Fools would speak, but we are wise.
The flowers that she brought last time
Are still fresh, and the graven rhyme
Still raw-edged from the mason's tools.
Mascara tattoos mark her cheeks.
I kiss her shoulder as she weeps;
The wise would let it go, but we are fools.
For she comes every day to grieve,
And I am dead but will not leave.
Known Cliches in SciFandom List known clichés in Fantsy and Sci-FI literature; avoid whenever possibleKnown Cliches in SciFandom4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Legendary Weapons forged from either:
- Metal From Comets and Meteors
- Blood of Perished Knights
- One or several parts of a dragon
- Combinations of the above
Legendary Ships stowed in either:
- Active Volcanoes
- Dead sea trenches
- Abandoned Research Stations
- Combinations of the above (Abandoned Research Station built in a subsea volcano)
Final Battles Set in:
- Active Volcanoes
- Large scale battles involving 2 or more armies
- The Burning Pinnacles of Reality
- Orbiting Starships
Main Character Backstories involving:
- Said main character being an orphan
- Said main character still grieving a lost loved one, or searching for a loved one
- Said main character being the product of a military application genetics experiment
- Said main character being a hybrid of homo sapien and some otherworldy race (demon, elf, etc.)
- Any combination of two or more of these elements
Support Character Arche
What a Sick JokeFrom : The HoardWhat a Sick Joke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To : Humans
Though I come from a land different from yours
I've seen enough of your species to make me SICK!
When I first saw you, I thought you were amazing creatures honestly.
And you thought you were the Brumaks roar yourself.
And you boasted of strength endless like the sky.
But I soon realized the truth; look at your history for a start!
Your history is nothing but needless blood shed upon your own species.
What reason is good enough to hear the sickening crack of bones as one of your own dies?!
What excuses justifies the hammer strikes?
Yet your species just repeats tragedies like that without care like a psychopath!
Now you can try to accuse the same of my own species, being breed for war.
But there is a difference, don't kill our own species that our sane of mind.
Rather, we kill those infected with imulsion.
You are familiar with that glowing yellow, fluid parasite, are you not?
It can be compared to your own slimy species.
You are like the parasite yourself,
Nightfall - Part fourNightfall - Part four4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Ghost stories on the road were not a new thing to him. In every pub and every inn on his many travels he could find someone to tell horror stories about ghosts and ghouls, fairies and trolls. He never asked for the stories or warnings about which roads were hunted, it was just part of the travel when meeting new people before continuing on his way.
It wasnt that he didnt believe in ghosts and the supernatural, he just believed himself to be more logical and brave than most that would automatically shiver in cold sweat at any mention of haunting spirits and trolls. He had heard and seen much in his life and never met anything as dangerous and mysterious as in the story tellers tales.
The man walking down the lonely road was a traveler in his prime. No steady home except when winter cold made the roads too hard to travel on and he offered his help and services as an odd-job man on farms, inns and other places they ha
5 Things You Didn't Need to Know About... '15'5 Things You Didn't Need to Know About... '15'2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. "Magic" is, technically, a misnomer. We use the word to describe that mysterious and powerful force manipulated by wands, contained in spells, and implemented by hundreds of magical species. However, our conception of "magic" is flawed. The purely human conception of magic is as a force that can solve anything, a do-all and end-all to any loose end, that element that makes a tale into a fairy tale. The force we know of as "magic" may allow wizards to do things Muggles consider impossible, but it is not perfect; in some cases, it's quite frustrating, or mundane.
2. Magic words need not necessarily be the magic words in circulation today. They're not words of power, whose mere utterance can cause impossible things; they're mental markers, allowing a wizard's mind to channel the right magical energy in the right form and fashion. This is exemplified in the Great Conversion of 175 AD, in which the Caesar Marcus Aurelius commissioned every magical spell know to the wizarding commun
Fear Of Loss.As I watch and wait for the next blow,Fear Of Loss.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
insults passing too and fro,
all the love now turned to hate,
how did it get to this state.
Jealousy and fear of loss,
in this battle i am now tossed.
Love of a man,
and hate of another,
Maybe now it's time for me to take cover.
Bobs Not So Generic AdventureThere once was a man named Bob. Bob didnt like his name, because he thought it was generic, but the evil oppressive government, which was composed entirely of beef jerky and old ham sandwiches, made him keep it. So one day Bob was lamenting his horribly dull name when a penguin on iceskates poked out from underneath his porch and said "pst! wanna join the revolution?". Bob said yes, and the penguin said "Then follow me" and poked his head back underneath the step. Bob curriously got up (He had been sitting on his porch you see), and abrubtly knocked over the pepermint tea he had been drinking. Bob cursed and ran in circles waving his arms around and screaming about turtles. The penguin poked out again and said in a very french accent "What ze 'ell arrr you's doing?! Get under 'ere zis inztant!". and so bob did, leaving his teacup broken in little peices to be swept up by the newly formed "Broken Tea Cup Removal Squad", which consisted entirely of lawers and bums with exactly 3 teeth anBobs Not So Generic Adventure8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Battletech Mobius: SilesiaThe life of a mercenary was a life of contrast. At some points, it was busy, hectic, filled with contracts and jobs, and desperate employers. Other times, it was stale, lifeless, and boring. And for a mediocre lance of green warriors led by Orin White, this was one of those times. But fret not, for salvation rests in the arenas of Solaris VII. Mechwarriors from across the known universe would battle it out in the many battlefields of the planet's gaming districts for their share of a cash prize. Of all the arenas on Solaris, none was more prestigious than Steiner's Romanesque Coliseum. Like gladiators of millenniums past, Battlemechs clash, eliminating the opposition one by one until only a single fighter stands. In spite of the immanent brutality of these war games, hundreds of hopefuls file in with dreams of gaining instant fame and fortune. One of these fighters is the aforementioned Orin White. Another, Dante Sellis. These two are the bitterest of rivals, each vying to crush each oBattletech Mobius: Silesia10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Beast Tale - Grendel- PrologueBeast Tale - Grendel- Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A beast was born, one that seemed to be nothing more than another dragon creature. No one ever knew that one day itd grow to torture man the way it did. It would feast on their flesh, devour its livestock and wreck its great hall. It would kill many humans, and no one would know why, but himself alone.
This tale is all about that monster. The monster the ancient Danes called Grendel. The killer of the Danes, slain by the great Geat Beowulf after he put the great hall of Heorot through the fire pit of hell. He killed as many as 30 Danes a night before the great Beowulf came and killed him. This tale is his recollections of the events before his death. How do we have these...? Well... only the story can tell you that.
SpellboundSpellbound8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A woman of strangeness
Filled with a purpose
For what, I know not.
Tempting demon witch
Raking nails incite blood fever within me
Power flows from her making me her toy
Her teeth sample my flesh as it heats with lust,
Driven by her toying
I am helpless, begging for torture
Knowing I am being led to a darker walk,
fraught with tempting and peril
but I beg none the less
a part of me wants it more than a clean reality, more than a safe existence.
She asks if I want it, it must be my choice
I must accept her for her to truly have me.
I hear begging come out of my mouth unbidden
The wrongness has taken hold and leads me into darkness.
She smiles, wicked intentions, Black eyed and evil
a plastic shell filled by a demon sent from the dark.
Her wildness overwhelms me, my heart beats overtime
As my mind loses itself to her, teeth chattering
She holds me tight, biting, clawing, teasing and
smiling now that my will is crushed.
She enjoys that I am hers and allows me to pleasure her
Future ForwardFuture Forward8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am in a time waiting,
Trancelike and Wondering.
Moving sideways on my path,
As I search for what will take me forward.
There is a calmness now,
Confusion and turmoil has looked elsewhere.
My near future is waiting
Hovering before me as I envision it
The next step to the next point of
There is a calmness now,
And I am watchful of what I initiate,
As a tree watches us move I seek to emulate such a way
Watching the events until I see a way forward
Then I shall flow into the vision I have made.
Chapter Four - The DebacleChapter Four - The Debacle9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Chapter IV – The Debacle
"It was a broken force that returned from Pandone. It was horrible…I can't describe…but I must. Ok, well, it all began something like this…"
Extract from the memoirs of Kimi Sara Valina, "A Broken Woman"
There were more men invading Pandone than had ever taken up arms for the Drachenfels before. Tanks, the impractical forms of Sato's Project 0 Armours and many thousands of indistinct men were marching on the mountains that surrounded the Juxan Research Facility. And all the while, they watched.
…They like to think they have power…
…They have no power…
…They rue the day they created us…
…They can't win…
"Admiral Seraph! It's too quiet!"
"Tell me something I don't know." Seraph did not show it, but he was worried. The Juxan were wily, that was for sure. There had been no life and no variation in the plains for the last three days' march, only the same scorched ground caused by the vast numbers of munitions expended on the facility previously.
"Project 0 Te
Chapter Three - The ChaosChapter Three - The Chaos9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Chapter III - The Chaos Theory
Pandone had once, ironically, been the home of Sato. He had left, however, before the Pandora Project had begun. It had been in experiments regarding the Clearance System that he had lost everything, very nearly his own life. The Clearance System was an abortive weapons program begun by Rhosman Drachenfels, Tarsus' great-grandfather. Its aim had been to generate a shockwave that could neutralise all life on a vessel while keeping its systems active. However, the "killing field" had unsurprisingly become too efficient and in tests, many of the luminaries watching had suffered the same fate as the prisoners the weapon had been tested on. Sato had taken a wave of the mental energy indirectly, the Tesla field absorbing much of the power but not enough. As a result, he had had to abandon his mortal body for something more suited to engineering – one of metal.
"We approach Pandone." Sato's voice was as level as ever. "I feel…nostalgic. It is
Kroenen: Necronomic DeploymentKroenenKroenen: Necronomic Deployment9 years ago in Horror More Like This
EXT – SOME BUILDING HORRIBLY OVERCAST AND PREFERABLY RAINING.
A picture of a castle, maybe, if we can get one. Maybe just a picture of the front of Camp Mabry with a few of the Nazi vehicles out in front.
1942 – Luxembourg, Germany
INT – DARK OPERATING ROOM
Overhead pan of a rolling table full of bloodied operating tools. Maybe a pan across the man lying on the table with the doctor leaning over the open wound. Blood isn’t just everywhere, it’s been splattered all over.
CLOSE UP on a man’s face lying on an operating table as he gasps for air. We hear a voice as he lies there.
We see that after only a thousand parts per million of phosgene gas has been inhaled by the subject, he is unable to continue a fight…or anything else for that matter. This contradicts earlier findings during the Great War. In
Aeris, Final Cetra.Aeris, Final Cetra.9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Aerith, final Cetra.
The planet is yours now cloud,
Do not grieve, I live always.
Do what you can to save what is left,
I gave my mortal body for that which you cannot see.
Determination and strength.
I see you now, I see you always,
I call to you but you never come.
Now I fall, I fall through the icy waters,
I can feel my soul being torn from my body.
Neither living nor in death, I see you with my eyes closed,
Remember me cloud, I won't forget you.
My time draws near; I hear the planet's cry for my return,
Cloud…do not allow me to die in vain.
memories of tomorrowThen he lay down on the bedmemories of tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is he alive
a sea of dreams
tomorrow slipped away
I remember me
I wondered what lay ahead
in a world with no limits
confinement has an eager price
within the mind that held my life
to reach infinity
the wind blew south that day
It never got away.
Empty figuresThe lonely moon shined acrossed her skinEmpty figures5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky painfully tearing apart
The wind gently breezed past her hair
Flowing through her beautiful dress
Her face was blank
Her body was still
She saw from a distance a silhouette
She could feel the pain as it rushed through her body
The dark figure stood there emotionless watching her
Emptiness filled the space between them
Her eyes filled with bitterness as her heart sank
She softly spoke the words "I wanted to love you until the end of the world, but you made this the end of our world."