Welcome to the Machine.I'm on a plane right now, watching the ominous line of The Wall through the window. It's a scar on the surface of the desert, too far away and too high to see over. The window is real, which makes this a spectacularly old plane, and I'm feeling stupid because I thought it was a viewer at first. My nerves are on edge and I'd like to take my mind off of what lies ahead. I unfold my notebook and start writing with flicks of my fingers and eyes. Optic/haptic interfaces are for grandparents and Luddites, I just haven't got around to getting an interface yet. The pilots have shut off all wireless and I desperately need something to do, so I start writing yet another journal entry about how I, and the rest of the world, got here. It's a stupid hobby of mine. And it might provide some blessed distraction.Welcome to the Machine.5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I like history.
I think that's what really got me into junk mining. Being able to pay my rent probably had something to do with it too. But I still like history, and junk mining was a
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Sinusitis: A HaikuNasal cavitySinusitis: A Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fascinating petrie dish
A mucoid rainbow
KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 5Chapter 5KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The battle between the three Xehanorts continued before Axel, Larxene, and Ansems disbelieving eyes. The Heartless, Nobody, and Keybearer were all bloodied and increasingly desperate as their free-for-all prolonged the stalemate between their immense powers.
Xehanort winced as he dodged a sudden attack from Xemnas, one of his shoulder pads absorbing the blow. He hadnt expected the fight to take such a toll on his strength; individually, he suspected he could overpower either of his counterparts, but the disorganized melee was keeping him from being able to turn the tables on his opponents. Gritting his teeth, he once again used his Light Sprint to put some distance between himself and his enemies at the speed of light.
Xemnas growled, before noticing a large shadow falling over him. He barely teleported away before the claw of his Heartlesss giant guardian struck the ground hed been standing on. The Seeker of Darkness snarled in frustration.
The Thief Dilemma IThe Thief Dilemma I10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Thief Dilemma: Chapter One
"Who's there?" The figure in the shadows asked in a deep, gruff voice. The arrow, half pulled on the tense string, hung poised in the air. The black hood hid his eyes, but his clean-shaven jaw was set. He shifted, growing impatient for a response. "Speak up."
The two shadows in the corner shifted nervously. One stood up. "We- we sort of… fell… into the game…"
The thief's eyes narrowed. "What game?"
Inching into a standing position, the second shadow whispered to the first, "Megan… I don't think this is such a good idea…"
"Shut up," the first shadow hissed back, "I'm thinking, okay?"
With caution, the thief moved his hand slowly to an arrow marked by a red feather in his quiver. His gloved fingers felt the texture of the fletch at last, and with a deft, lightning fast move, the first arrow fell to the floor, instantly replaced by the brilliant blazing fire arrow. Light from the tip cascaded into the room, showing everything. The thief's eyes widened
Jaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIPName:- JaxshouJaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIP7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Proof of Existence:- The Alterist
Somebody's Name:- Joshua
Weapon:- For his weapons, boy, this'll take a while to describe. XD For it, it has many forms, but his most commonly used ones are hidden multi-purpose weapons, disguised as hilts hidden in the outer side of his Composite Gloves. First, they're made of metal, but they almost look like skin due to the rumples in the metal that look like folds of skin, and on the hand, the metal is stretched tight to look like taut skin, before his fingers end up with claws. The gloves are nearly all black except for certain parts that are white, though the gloves do have a reflective surface. Then, that's when the design gets complicated after that.
For the fingers, they are somewhat like the taut skin look in texture, ALMOST looking like fingers themselves, but noticably metal and segmented, despite the seams between the metal being nearly unnoticable without a magnifying glass. Oh, and the gloves extend to slightly before reachi
Write Better: Read MoreWe didn't believe it, either, but you really can learn a lot from reading a book! If you've ever wanted some worthwhile advice from someone other than your high school English teacher, this is the place to look. The authors below are experts in their fields, well-respected and admired by accomplished writers from all over the world, and we're bringing you a list of their most prized and collectively-effective books. (Tried-and-tested by our worthy administrators, no less!)Write Better: Read More8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
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A Riddle I MadeOne digit range is what you seek, a count of seven within it be, but yet it has a dual three. This duality is both neutral and not, yet math is not what is required for you. What is this counting range to this cryptic clue?A Riddle I Made8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Here is something I came up with last night. Can you all figure it out?^_^
Death Note 1: Kira returnsDeath Note 1: Kira returns7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Ryuk returns
"Matsuda," Aizawa confronted Matsuda in the park during their break from work.
"Oh, Hi Aizawa," replied Matsuda.
"Are you still upset about Light's death?"
"Get use to it, he's a murder,"
"I can't, he was also my friend,"
"Listen, Light still trusts me! Even after he told us he was Kira! I think he's still my friend,"
"Matsuda, Light was never your friend in the first place,"
Aizawa walks away. Matsuda looks at the ground.
"Light wasn't so bad. I bet he was normal before he found the Death Note," Matsuda suddenly hear something drop. He looks behind him. The Death Note.
"Another one???" yelled Matsuda. He stared at it for awhile, then started thinking, "I better take it before a kira worshipping finds it," Matsuda takes the Death Note and runs to his house.
"i-I can't believe it. I have the Death Note! I have to burn it!" Matsuda takes out a lighter, but interrupted by a guest who shows up behind him.
"I asked the Shimigami King multipl
Armies of Chaos Ch. 2Chapter TwoArmies of Chaos Ch. 29 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Realm overflowed with light. Two men sat at a table, a sheaf of neatly written reports out before them. One was a man with flowing white hair and dark skin, and the other was a man with light blonde hair, beard, and mustache. The older, bearded man was wearing ice blues and whites where he'd once worn red and black. He observed the reports with interest.
"I'm suprised I was able to adapt to the light so quickly after dwelling in darkness for so long..." he said, pondering the reports laid before him before returning his gaze toward his companion.
"I understand your confusion, but light is easy to embrace when one does not fear it," his companion replied. Ansem chuckled.
"As I'm sure you know quite well. But, for such a realm as this to exist... a realm split into three, where those who are incomplete go when they die..... It's a lot to take in. And the fact that I arrived here... I knew that anything was possible, but I never could have imagined it would allow me
Who Am I...Who Am I...4 years ago in Drama More Like This
L sat at his computer desk staring at a crime report. The day had been like any other day, whisking through cases and sweets. Occasionally wandering to Watari's room to see what he was up to.
Had the cases suddenly got infuriatingly easy, had the world slowed down. L felt a hollow emptiness creeping into his chest. It was strange, the more he tried to understand it, the more it confused him. L subconsciously tapped the keys. To put it simply: He was bored.
A soft patter, echoed off the roof, grabbing L's attention. The patter gradually grew louder. Was it raining? He stood and wondered to the drawn curtain, and lifted it. It was nearly pitch-black outside, rain showered down mercilessly, leaving no surface untouched. It was almost hypnotic. L's large soulless eyes stared bravely across the horizon.
"Watari." He said, just loud enough to be heard down the hall. "Yes, L?" "Could you drive me somewhere?"
A few minutes later, the long dark limo pul
Armies of Chaos Chapter 3Chapter 3Armies of Chaos Chapter 39 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sora sat up in bed groggily. He scratched his head and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Mumbling sleepily to himself, he got up and got dressed, wearing the same outfit hed worn on his return home. He didnt need to use the combination powers it offered any more, but it was, he admitted, the only thing that fit him right now after being away from his home for 2 years.
Sora paused, now a bit more awake. He frowned as he remembered the odd dream hed had last night.
That was a really weird dream he said to himself, thinking about how it had felt extremely real
Should I talk to the others about it? he wondered, walking over to his door. As his fingers wrapped around the handle, Sora looked up suddenly, tensing.
Something was different.
In his grogginess, he hadnt noticed it, but he knew there was something about, or perhaps, in, this room that hadnt been there when he fell asleep. His eyes narrowed.
DN: ColdDisclaimer: Death Note belongs to Takeshi Ohbata and Tsugumi OhbaDN: Cold4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: Man these Watari and L shorts are addictive. Never thought I'd start writing these But they're fun, so that's okay All the statistics L spews off are completely made up. And prepare for the longest L spiel of statistics I've seen in a while. He sounds like Charlie from Numbers.
This is short enough to go in the Comments section rofl
Watari shook his head and sighed. That was unexpected. Then again since they were in Oslo, Norway in the dead of winter catching a cold should be expected. He took a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and blew his nose rather loudly. Thankfully this was part of the professional look.
There was a rather loud noise as L's head shot up from in front of his laptop. He scrambled to his feet, a look of pure terror on his face. Wat
The Return of Zack Fair Ch. 3The Return of Zack Fair Ch. 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Return of Zack Fair
Chapter 3: Mako and Blood
Its a miracle you actually survived! Hojo said, I assume you got a mako poison after you got out of the cabin Cloud could only nod, but Hojo didnt seem to care. I still cant believe you made it he said, shaking his head.
Cloud didnt reply.
Hojo frowned, But you were weak, much too weak, you couldnt have gotten out there alone, was it the other sample or someone from outside? Wait the report said one of the samples escaped first then hit the local professor and most likely set the other free. It cant have been you, so theoretically seen Cloud stopped to listen, he knew what happened, at least he thought so.
Well freedom didnt make you more talkative did it? Hojo finally said.
It doesnt matter anyway Hojo said suddenly not interested anymore.
Cloud shrugged, he didnt care either
SPK: Meeting NearGevanni (First time seeing Near) : Hey, little guy. You lost? You know, this is a government building. You shouldn't play in here. ^^SPK: Meeting Near6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Near: -.- I work here.
Gevanni: Eh? What's your name?
Near: ....I'm your boss.
Gevanni: O.O;;;; Oh. Nevermind, then, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't know what my boss would look like. I only got a name.
Near: ....*continues to play with toys*
Rester (First time meeting Near) : *goes into the room* Excuse me, I've been asked to escort a 'Near'?
Near: *looks up* that's me.
Rester: *looks at the child* You're 'Near'?
Rester: 'I never knew he'd be so small, or cute...' Very well, then. *nods firmly* Are you ready to go?
Near: *nods again*
Rester: *turns to the door* Let's go, then.
Near: *gets up and follows him out*
Rester: *walking along with him* Sir, if this is not too rude a thing to ask, how old are you?
Near: ...I'm fourteen.
Rester: 'He's older than he looks.' I see. *smiles a bit* My last boss was seventeen, so I think you br
Red RoomRed Room5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young man in the white T-shirt sat in the back of a taxi cab. They were driving somewhere in Japan, on a mountain, I believe.
"Please go to the back of the mountain." The man in the white told the taxi driver.
He was a man of few words. The taxi driver pointed things out to the man, but the one on the white kept his head down and said nothing but the occasional "Mhm." or "Yes, I see "
The taxi driver eventually gave up.
"Here is fine." The one in white said.
The taxi driver stopped. The paved road was near ending up ahead. The one in white pressed a few bills into the taxi drivers hand and got out of the taxi with a nearly inaudible, "Thank you."
The driver looked down in his hand. The man had given him much too much money. He was about to call out to him, but saw he was almost gone somewhere down the road.
So the driver
C x V Chapter 5Chaos gently landed in front of the mansion.C x V Chapter 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, that was better than last time." Chaos said cheerfully as he folded his wings. "See what happens when you actually take care of your body."
'Give me back my body Chaos.' Vincent was staring at his demon, who was stretching.
'Oh come now Valentine.' Vincent cringed slightly and Chaos took immediate notice of this and grinned.
'You know I hate it when you talk like that, Chaos.'
'Why? Because it reminds you too much of Hojo?' The demon's grin even wider as he watched Vincent cringe at the mention of the deranged scientist who had put his rather talkative demons in his head.
'Give me back my body, Chaos.' Vincent said again, more forcefully.
'Alright, alright. In a few minutes. It's been over a month since you last let me stretch my wings.'
'I don't have a few minutes.' Chaos just ignored him and kept stretching. Vincent, knowing he couldn't win, sighed and rubbed his temple.
'Fine. If you want to move so much, then go back to the baseme
when i grow upwhen i grow up,when i grow up9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to be
a painter of the skies.
a flick of the wrist,
a spatter of a cloud,
a sight to simply notice.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a song within your ears.
that catchy tune,
that beat to make you dance,
that sound to keep near your heart.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a neverending road.
a twisting, turning maze,
a journey to show you more,
an adventure waiting to happen.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a gust of wind.
to play in your hair,
to catch your ideas,
to send it all to the clouds.
when i grow up,
i want to be
an inspiration to your soul.
your muse when you cant think,
your voice when you cant speak,
your crutch when you cant go on.
when i grow up,
i want to be
L's note Chapter 1Somewhere in the suburbs of England, 11.57 p.m. on 31st october 1979, a lady was struggling to give birth. Her husband was silently praying hard beside the lady, because all the births before this one had all ended up with stillborns or miscarriage.L's note Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even with this grisly fact, the couple, whose surname was Lawliet, did not give up hopes on having a child. Never mind whether it was a boy or girl, healthy or frail, as long as he or she was alive, the Lawliets would have fulfilled their lifelong wish.
A mixture of tears and seat were streaming down Mrs Lawliet's face. Finally at 11.59 p.m., the child finally came to the world. In fact, it was a healthy boy.
He had Mrs Lawliet's cloudly grey eyes and Mr Lawliet's jet-black that would later become a messy shock. Mr Lawliet made the child's name his initial - L.
The proud parents of the boy gave a sigh. It was one of happiness, after a long time of worry.
Why was it so? Mrs Lawliet was frail and sickly because of being afflicted with anaemia
BxL - He's My NightmareThe room was dark and the damp air clung to his white shirt, sweat dripped from this chin and he could smell what seemed to be death in the room with him. He pulled on the chains that held his hands above his head and tugged at the chains clasping his feet down. L didn't know how he got here but he knew he needed to get out. His entire body ached as if someone had stuck millions of needles into his body. His head throbbed and he felt the need to keep his eyes closed because they hurt so badly. The last thing he remembered was closing his eyes and now he suddenly ended up here. His onyx eyes searched the dark small room and saw a red dot. Soon after his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that it was a video camera and his eyes widen in fear. Where the hell am I? There was a table in the corner, a small one person bed in the other corner with a trunk that the end. The walls covered what looked like to be...dead animals? They looked as if they were beating with a cluBxL - He's My Nightmare6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Could L Be Santa.....The raven haired teen looked and felt silly. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted those cookies he wouldn't be wearing this ridiculous outfit. The barefoot 16 year old was wearing a red and white suit that was easily too big for him, but he managed it by tightening the black belt a fair amount. His messy black hair was hidden under a red and white hat.Could L Be Santa.....3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Normally he wouldn't have even have done something so preposterous. He wouldn't have had to dress up like this. The presents had been set out earlier in the evening, after all the children went to their rooms, but some of the children were known to venture out at night so it was better safe than sorry. Some of the older ones, such as Mello, Matt, and Near, knew that there was no such thing as Santa Claus, and he didn't think that it was important for the younger kids, but Watari insisted that he didn't ruin it for them.
So, here L was. A genius that knew that there was no such thing as Santa, dressed in a Santa suit. The things I
Krystal's Decision 1Star Fox: Krystal's DecisionKrystal's Decision 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part 1 of 3
Written by John Brown
STUFF: Yes, another one. Go ahead and try to stop me from writing these. This is a fanfiction based on the videogame series known as Star Fox, particularly based on the game Star Fox Command. This three-parter is a standalone, it won't tie into SUS or my other stories. And yeah, you know the drill, I don't own Star Fox, Nintendo does. On that note, Rare and Namco don't own Star Fox either. Just saying.
Blast it, now what am I going to do?
Krystal pounded a fist against a patch of bare metal on her Cloudrunner fighters dashboard, frustration fueling the move. Her chest was aching as she gasped for breath, her throat was dry from her shouts of rage, and she could feel very painful indentations in her fingers where she gripped the trigger too rigorously. Krystals flight suit was drenched in sweat, ma
Tragedy...? -DN Movie Night-Light sniffed, reaching forward and plucking a piece of popcorn out of the bowl. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he realized that he had grabbed L's popcorn, the stuff smothered in chocolate sauce, but he was too enthralled in the scene playing out in front of him to even mind.Tragedy...? -DN Movie Night-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
L, meanwhile, was sitting next to him, silent tears streaming down his face. He let out a little choked sound, and hugged his knees.
Misa, sitting beside Light, was staring intently at the screen, her manic blond-model energy forgotten for once.
"Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die."
Light let out a little gasp as the dagger was plunged into the breast of the beautiful young woman, and she, with a dramatic performance, collapsed onto the corpse of her lover.
L's tears were no longer silent; he bawled into his suspect's shoulder, utterly heartbroken at what he had just seen play out.
The light was suddenly turned on. The two teens who were sitting- and the panda-like man who was perc