Each to Each - Part 3Each to Each - Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come you lost atoms, to your Center draw
And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw;
Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wide
Return and back into your Sun subside."
-Farid al-Din 'Attar
Maria drifted through the dark of her sleep within Sessyne, detached from the world outside. It was easier, this way, she'd found after a few of the mermaid's sleep cycles. The experience of seeing the world through Sessyne's eyes was still so new to her that it was simply easier to detach from her senses and simply drift within the Ichthyian's mind, just as Sessyne drifted through the open ocean. It was peaceful, generally, more quiet than any sleep she had ever enjoyed.
However, being alone with her own mind made it easier for her dreams to press into her unconsciousness and pull her out of that peace.
She sat up with a jolt, sitting in the middle of her classroom, back at the colony. Her classmates filled the room, going back as
Who We Are - Part 1Who We Are - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“If you’re not actually going to use the thing, I can just take it back to the store.”
Aleksa Kosev’s head turned sharply towards the pink-haired man leaning against the door frame. She sighed and opened the package, staring at her reflection in the polished metal of the laptop’s lid. Everything her brother said came out in the same irate tone; however, she could see the smile on his face as easily as she could see her own, betraying that he had no intention of taking the computer back to the store. She looked back up at him, her hands still on the box to make sure it was real. “This is way too nice a computer for me.”
“Just because we’re Kosevs doesn’t mean we’re stuck with second-hand goods for the rest of our lives.” For a moment, she caught a glimpse of her older brother’s face softening, a hint of a genuine smile for a split second. She thought back, wondering if she’d ever seen Kolya smile before.
Caving, Campfires and CuddlesI suppose I should be thankful that the sun was setting outside; otherwise, when I left the exit tunnel of Johto's Dark Cave, I'd have been blinded by the sudden light. I only had to blink a bit as I stumbled into the orange evening glow, the shadow cast by Sprout Tower in the northwest landing over the forest nearby.Caving, Campfires and Cuddles1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good...God," I panted, exhausted. My backpack weighed a ton, stuffed with a tent, canteen and other supplies I'd packed earlier today. "We're finally free, you guys." I motioned to my friends to exit the tunnels at last.
"Uuuughhhh..." a female voice moaned from behind me. I felt tiny tremors as Dragonair beat her tail against the rough earth "My ears are still ringing. That was so, so unpleasant." My dragoness Pokemon passed me on the dusty trail out of Dark Cave, the aptly-named tunnel system to the east of Violet City.
I held my hands to my temples; i'd temporarily drowned out the dull ringing to announce our arrival out of the caves, but Dragonair's mentioning it had
Conversations with Doc - Part Fouri.Conversations with Doc - Part Four2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Just be your usual lovely, kind, smart, wonderful self, and you'll be fine. Leave Bitch Lauren at home tomorrow. Pat the Snarky one on the head and tell her to be good while you’re gone."
“I can’t leave her with you for a few hours?”
“NOOOO, no way!”
“You’re neat, aren’t you? I mean, not compulsively, but you’re organized.”
“I try to be. I go to The Container Store just to look around.”
“Now that’s a line for a story. I’m stealing that line.”
“I won’t time you. I only do that to people that have consistently abused my patience.”
“See what I have to deal with every day? Snipe A and Snipe B right here.
“Just look at all the silver in your hair. I take credit for at least some of those. I bet I made that one right there turn silver.”
"Good luck, Doc."
"Luck? Skill! Intensity! World domination."
Loving a WriterWhen you read their work –Loving a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
Each to Each - Part 4Each to Each - Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"God is the Light of the heavens
and the earth,
the parable of His light is, as it were,
that of a niche containing a lamp;
the lamp is in glass, the glass like a radiant star:
lit from a blessed tree,
an olive-tree that is neither of the east nor of the west,
the oil whereof would well-nigh give light even though fire had not touched it;
light upon light!
God guides unto His light him that wills;
and God propounds parables unto men,
since God has full knowledge of all things."
The Quran, Surah an-Nur, verse 35
as translated and interpreted by Muhammad Asad
"You should be paying attention in class, Maria, and not talking to me so much!"
Maria blinked, startled at the reminder that there was a world outside of the conversation going back and forth in her head be
Who We Are - Part 2Who We Are - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kolya Kosev ignored the knock on his door at first. He was used to Nexus personnel coming to badger him for information and updates, as he was notorious throughout that massive corporation for never responding to e-mail. Simon, the child-like vampire he reported to, was often the most frequent visitor, and the most often turned away with loud, angry swearing. Ryngo, his fiance, came in second, often coming to make it clear to Kolya that yelling at Simon was insubordination.
He looked back down at his terminal, trying his best to tune the knocking out when it came again. When the third set of knocking was joined by his cell phone rattling across the top of his work table, he groaned and gave up, stalking across his downtown lab to throw open the door Aleksa was busy beating down.
“How the hell did you get up here?” he asked.
Aleksa shrugged, trying to look around Kolya and into his office, annoyed as her older brother kept stepping in front of her line of sight. “I thi
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll doSapiosexual9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the first fistful
of dirt hits the bottom.
Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.
Or maybe I’ll pray
for a zombie apocalypse,
so we can dine on each
other’s brains one more time.
MiracleTwenty-one years old with only minutes to live.Miracle4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The girl on the stretcher shakes at the heart of a storm of EMTs racing the gurney, a string of distressed relations running after. Certain death, a flash infection, quickly now to the quarantine room; there'll be more than one life at stake when hell breaks loose.
Halls, corners, a twirl through bleak doors and into a place with one door, no windows, and a bed for dying on. The young woman is lifted onto the plastic mattress. Her eyes are frantic, fixed on something horribly distant, her mouth clenches and gapes, her fingers shake themselves to blurs. Baby, baby, oh my baby. The dad is at her head, big hands clench the steel bedframe like the brink of hell, tears trickle openly into his beard as he struggles to speak to his dying child, a million minutes wouldn't be enough to say what he needs to and the doctor is saying there may be less than ten.
Three rooms distant the chest of the second victim heaves.
The mom is as shaken as
Mah Best Friend is See-ThroughThe last of the day's rain dripped golden from the eaves and leaves of the city of Altalamatox. It flowed in molten veins between the cobblestones, dashed though the gutters as liquid amber, diving down drains and hills and all away into the vast lake.Mah Best Friend is See-Through4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perched on a lakeshore hill, its glass dome rising above neighboring buildings, windows glinting in the evening light, the Greater Altalamatox Public Library stood serene as the ivy that feathered its walls. Inside it buzzed like a hive as its denizens wrapped up for the night.
The bulk of the bustle ringed the front desks, where carts jammed with books were being muscled away into the sorting rooms or back off into the shelves for the next day, with a liberal scattering of people dancing their way through the traffic on individual errands.
Shad, the marble centaur whose existence as a sentient statue had not excused the teen from a terrible case of acne, was cantering after the Library's flock of troublesom
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
To remind himself"Another post card?" I asked as I opened the back door and walk into the kitchen to see Simon sitting at the table holding a postcard.To remind himself4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, arrived today." He holds it up so that I can see the picture of a city at night.
"This one's really pretty. Where is that?" I walk closer, trying to see if theres a clue as to the location of the picture.
"I'm not sure. Somewhere in America anyway."
He turns it so he can see the picture before putting it down and pushing it towards me. I pick it up and read the familiar scrawl:
'Success isn't permanent, and failure isn't fatal.
In Need Of Love Ch. 1 Daryl DixonXOc"Daryl can take care of himself, but I think he needs a hug." -Norman Reedus (Daryl Dixon)In Need Of Love Ch. 1 Daryl DixonXOc3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Parade of the Dead
Climbing through the woods like a deer is not how Lucia Chamber enjoyed to spend the day. It actually wasn't how she had wanted to spend the last three days, but when the apocalypse is suddenly thrust upon your lap, there isn't much one can do about it. The uphill climb was stretching her thighs, she could feel her muscles pull and burn. Reaching around to her back she slightly adjusted the Louisville Slugger that she had made a strap for so it was easier to carry. Then she reached into her pocket making sure her 9mm. hand gun was stored safely. You never wanted something to get worse in a bad situation.
She kept pushing branches out of her face as she walked, but more often than not she still got scratched by thorns and leaves kept sticking in her pulled back long chestnut-colored hair. Fallen twigs and dead grass crunched beneath her feet as she strode throu
Prometheus - Part IPrometheus ---Prometheus - Part I4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rocked back on my heels, my toes over the edge of the building, the laces flickering wildly in the wind. I let my breath go in a long sigh, it was carried away from my nose and mouth in a smoky cloud. Cold bit at my cheeks and rushed over my bare arms as I looked down at the flickering lights against the dark. In a town this size, there weren't many. Michigan was just at the brink of winter, autumn settling in with fierce determination. The trees sprawled beneath me were already losing their leaves, their appearance becoming gnarled and threatening.
My heart raced at the nearly dizzying height, a surge of anticipation growing in my chest. A smile curled at the corner of my mouth and I bared my teeth at the wind. Placing one foot forward, I tested my balance.
I leaned. Spreading my arms wide as I felt weightlessness begin to take me, the wind billowing between me and the three hundred foot drop to the pavement.
Something tightened on my shirt and jerked me off the ledg
An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
A Small World- Ch 1A Small World- Ch 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Small World
I was shoved hard against a brick wall, a hand enclosing around my throat.
"No," I gasped through clenched teeth, groaning in pain. "P- Please stop."
The silver-haired man moved closer to me and grinned, revealing slightly crooked, tobacco-stained teeth.
"Then hand it over," He sneered, allowing his free hand to roam my body for valuables.
I trembled and clamped my grey eyes shut, feeling the grip on my neck tightening.
"I- It's in my pocket." I mouthed, struggling to breathe.
I felt his hand reach deep into my pants pocket and grab hold of my wallet. He pulled it out, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. Still keeping a strong grasp around my neck, he dug into the wallet, seizing a wad of money.
"Thank you very much." He derided, and coldly threw me to the side.
I landed hard against the alley's cracked concrete and sat up slowly as he ran off, stuffing the bills into his pocket.
"What a great welcoming gift to the city." I wh
Kitchen BickeringPast midnight in the main kitchen of the Montrey mansion...Kitchen Bickering4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you can't find a nice, normal-"
"Human boyfriend," she finished. "Y'know, I don't think you're anyone to lecture about dating within one's species."
"We've been over this a thousand times; I am human."
"Uh-huh. Right. You should really see yourself when you say that, you ever tried saying it into a mirror? 'Cuz it looks pretty funny."
"Damn it, Penny," he hissed, "I was born and raised, for a forty full years, human- that's longer than you have been. Then this," he spread his webbed claws, "happened. And it's surface only, and you know it. Unlike this, this..."
"This being is a bizarrity! He's not a year older than you, he's not a decade older than you, he's not twice your age, he's twenty times your age! "
"Yeah, but look: he doesn't remember any of that, he's just like any other person, he only remembers so much, just the last couple years-"
WORDLESS WORDSThe writer attempts to writeWORDLESS WORDS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Describing the indescribable
Limiting the limitless
Naming the nameless
A thousand lines of ink
Written a thousand ways
Cannot describe love
The abstract emptiness
The beauty of colour
The sorrow of loneliness
Burn every book
Destroy every line
An alphabet of ashes
Meaningless is knowledge
Worthless are words
Reading what is written
In ignorance remain
The subtle reality
Beyond all language
One More for My Baby.The NCR Ranger was standing next to Boone, and as Arcade rushed up the stairs to the tower, he paused, skidding to a stop by one soldier and one ex-soldier. Something was wrong up here, very wrong, and not just because Andromeda was missing. He was not a "feeling" man by nature, but at this moment he felt a thickness in the air over the sniper that warned him speaking would be unwise. Still, the doctor spared a look over, pushing up his own glasses nervously as he caught the horrific look on the sniper's face.One More for My Baby.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone held his own dusty rifle to his cheek, the butt of the gun jammed so familiarly into his shoulder and his chin barely grazing the weapon as he peered through the scope. The NCR Ranger, who had called the ex-First Recon up initially, stood stoically by and his unreadable gas mask was tilted toward the tall figure in the red beret. Now Arcade took a step back, for he saw such an intense look in Boone's eyes that it rocked
Ata Interview Transcript.Ata Interview Transcript.3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with Endling
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Endling, an incredibly talented comic artist and creator of many of your favorite series on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Endling.
Hey all you folks there in AtAChat! Go ahead and start posting questions now.
Thanks for having me Fluff!
I warn everyone I'm on my second triple espresso coffee of the day. If my answers are incoherent and/or jittery you'll know why. I'M WIRED TO GO.
*RedVenture asks "How did you get started doing art, Endling?"
When I was little, my dad would bring home paper from his job. He worked with computers and stuff and often had tons of it lying around, so I'd make use of it and draw. (With his permission. Occasionally.) After a while he noticed I had a habit of doing this. Usually robot caterpillars. I'm not kidding
Ree's Dream JournalMy Dream JournalRee's Dream Journal8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To Rex (who I am certain will read through this even though I told you not to),
Okay, Im starting to write this journal for my English class, when Id much rather be leveling up my Pokemon so I can beat the Elite Four, but my battery died and it made me sad. I am sure I have told you many times to respect my privacy, Im sure you will still read this journal. All I ask is that you refrain from editing around or rewriting this like you did my essay last month (My teacher still looks at me funny ever since you replaced my book report on Paradise Lost with your handiwork The Complete and Unabridged Novelization of Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle). So please do not do that, Rex. You put me through enough already.
I dreamt I was falling suddenly. Im not sure what I was falling off of; this particular dream was not much in the plot department. So I hit the ground, except it was made of Strawberr
Notes on ThomasA number of people have been after me for notes on my cyborg Dr.Thomas Destastiel and in honor of his birthday we may as well haul this out of the files to hopefully answer some questions. I luurve waxing eloquent in my notes so beware; I'm only posting this because some of you have been foolish enough to encourage my writing habit, but if you don't personally care then I won't blame you for checking out now. For anybody who's left...Notes on Thomas4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
To begin, you need just a smidgeon on the world he lives in.
--The universe my stories go down in is made up of a number of planets connected by a crazy roadmap of dimensional doorways. Portals. The place ticks much like our own world with the added dimension of MAGIC, yes, magic, defined as everything that does happen that shouldn't happen within the laws of physics. (They say that what is called 'magic' is just the set of physical laws that govern a closely overlying dimension leaking over into this one and crashing the party for the resident phy
Network Races: CentaursRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Centaurs4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TERMS- HISTORY - POPULATION - RACIAL FEATURES - TODAY - NOTABLES
A GENERAL NOTE
SPECIES VS. RACE
- The more polite term would be 'race.' In our world we're used to the only intelligent group being humanity so we divide ourselves by looks and call them races. In the Network the more obvious divisions are between the various sentient species. When Networkers say 'race' they mean your species. If they want to refer to your physical characteristics as a human they might say ethnicity.
- 'Species' is reserved for animals. 'Breed' is never used for break-down within the races, again only for animals. Using 'species' or 'breed' to refer to an intelligent being and/or their race is bigotry, except in science and medicine when it's considered okay to use 'species' to refer to the races. It's not politically correct but it's scientifically accurate.