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."
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 Cuddles11 months 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
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
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
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-"
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.
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll doSapiosexual7 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.
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.
Love, Blood and Tears: Chapter 1Love, Blood & TearsLove, Blood and Tears: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*Note: Chapter 1 and 2 are more like an extended prologue than anything. I cover a lot of ground in the first two chapters. The story slows down after that. The first two chapters basically cover little aspects that you need to know as the story progesses. Please don't let the first two chapter deter you from reading on. Thank you!
"I'm proud of you kid," said Anderson.
"Just remember you were a human before you were a Spectre, you represent all of humanity with your actions," said Udina.
"I won't let you down," said Shepard confidently.
Anderson stepping down and giving Shepard the Normandy? It didn't feel right to her. Pushing papers wasn't his thing but he wanted to give her every chance to succeed in this mission. She knew how much this meant to him and she wasn't going to let
Network Races: CentaursRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Centaurs3 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.
The GirlStars.The Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every night, she focused on the stars above her head as the monster invaded her room. It's wet tongue and hot breath sickened her almost as much as its touch. She knew what the monster wanted. It was time to let the Stars take her away again, and forget this pain.
Every day in school seemed the same to her. She tried to focus, but the nightly monster attacks just made it so hard to study. In fact, they made her fearful to do anything, really. She just sat in the back of the classroom drawing stars all over her books and papers while the teacher droned on and on.
She had almost resigned herself to the fact she was never going to escape the cycle when she met a purple pony named Twilight Sparkle one Friday after school. This pony was just like her in ever so many ways. She hid from the world, she didn't have friends, and she even liked the stars. The girl and Twilight soon became fast friends, and the girl soon was joining in on everything her new friend Twilight Sparkle experienc
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
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
The Delicate Matter of WeightI think most little kids weigh themselves, from time to time, just for fun. Maybe their mother gives them a growth check once a month, or sometimes when they step out of the bath they hop on the scales, just because it's fun. Maybe their bathroom doesn't have any scales, but they weigh themselves at grandma's, because they like the feel of the cool cork mat, and the sight of numbers whizzing by.The Delicate Matter of Weight4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
How long, I wonder, before the numbers start to really mean anything? Before they become a scope against which to measure yourself, a dreaded moment, a cross to bear?
At what age is a child called fat, and they wince, rather than rubbing their tummy and giggling? At what age do they look at themselves in the mirror and suck in their stomach? When do they first become warped by a socially misconstrued idea of beauty?
At what point do they start to think that if they can't live to fit that beautiful, ideal, perhaps they shouldn't live at all.
At what point does their mind shift subtly from 'wh
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
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
Doc Scratch x Reader - Gone, Gone, GoneDoc Scratch x Reader - Gone, Gone, Gone1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
All day, everyday for two weeks straight you had laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as if you felt nothing. You were usually so upbeat and organized throughout the day, but it felt as if someone had drained your life force with a vacuum cleaner. Your friends and family, they all wondered what was happening. Maybe you were going through a state of depression, or maybe you had just caught some kind of flu. Of course, you yourself knew what was going on.
Doc Scratch had left on a business trip. Two weeks ago from this day, he had left you standing in the airport, unsure of what exactly you should feel. You wished him good luck, but your heart was sad to see him leave. So sad that you had put yourself in a coma-like state. When he waved goodbye to you and walked through the boarding tunnel, your entire life had changed at that moment.
He had wished for you to go with him, but you had scarcely declined. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, you just didn’t want be in the
Equipoise - PrologueEquipoise - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hunter, tracker.... how dare you call yourself that now? You went and got your damn self lost. How in the hell do YOU get lost," the thoughts were like he were standing beside himself, scolding himself for being a bad kid.
It had been two days since he had been at camp along with the other survivors, and he was damn sure they had better things to do with their time than to find one of the least liked guys in the entire crew when he up and disappeared. Few people would miss him if he were gone, he was all but positive. Still, some part of him was filled with an unfamiliar panic at having been separated from the only normalcy he had found.
Bent down in his dirty blue jeans and boots with his dusty brown shirt, Daryl Dixon was inspecting something on the ground. He was attempting to track something bleeding freshly, what looked like animal blood. He shifted to rearrange where his crossbow was across his back. His looks were haggard, he had not slept in at least twenty-fou
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
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.
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
That BookEncouragementThat Book3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back