Marines Corps StoryMarines Corps Story2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every now and then, in the middle of the constant barrage of crap that's just pissing us all off these days, we come across a story, a feat, an event that just makes us stop in our tracks. This was one for me.
Cody Green was a 12-year kid in Indiana who was diagnosed with leukemia at 22 months old. He loved the Marines, and his parents said he drew strength and courage from the Marine Corps. As he bravely fought the battle into remission three times. Although he was cancer-free at the time, the chemotherapy had lowered his immune system and he developed a fungus infection that attacked his brain.
Two weeks ago, as he struggled to fend off that infection in the hospital, the Marines wanted to show how much they respected his will to live, his strength, honor and courage. They presented Cody with Marine navigator wings and named him an honorary member of the United States Marine Corps. For one Marine, that wasn't enough...
So that night, before Cody Green passed away, he took it upon him
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Cretaceous Roulette, part 1Cretaceous Roulette, part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was true, the van was nowhere near as flashy as a DeLorean, and Stephanie was sure that someone was going to point it out. New employees were always disappointed when they learned this, and there were two new employees today.
Stephanie was standing in the cavernous garage, listening to the approaching sound of two sets of footsteps in the corridor outside. Clay and Cerie Jackson had been hired in a hurry, because for the past month her group had only contained four people, and it needed six before they could set out on their next expedition. She had not yet met either of them, but there were certain things about them that she already knew, the most obvious being that they were somehow related because they had the same last name. The footsteps paused for a moment, as Clay and Cerie rounded a corner and entered the garage. Stephanie sized them up.
Clay and Cerie wore matching Hawaiian T-shirts, cargo shorts, brand-new white sneakers, and a pair of those hats which used to be worn
The Winds of Lunar ChangeThe Winds of Lunar Change: A Future Tale on a Part of the Solar NeighborhoodThe Winds of Lunar Change4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Retired Col. Franklin Liebnitz coughed as he waited for the technicians to ready his pressurized car, loosening his necktie. And I’m pressed for time, the aging man groaned impatiently. It should be done by now! Officially, he was here as part of the American delegation for the lunar festivities surrounding the 100th Anniversary of Apollo 11's landing. But that was still a few days away.
“There is someone I am eager to meet,” he sighed at the chief technician at main hangar. “Is it finished yet?”
“Da,” the man nodded before sliding into a thickly accented English. “It is done. Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“Nothing. Just – finish what you need to do.”
Franklin bit back a cringe. The Moon’s was formally international territory and open to all mankind. But aside from a handful of scatte
All Things End: Part 1All Things End: Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All Things End
Chapter One: Until The End Comes
Courage whined softy as he trudged up the creaky staircase onto the second floor of the house. An air of depression hung over him, which was fairly unusual for the tiny dog. His ears were drooped like a puppy who had just been scolded and he kept himself on all fours as he could not will himself to walk upright in his current state. He needed answers and he knew that there was only one person who could give him those answers.
He whined again. Ever since that visit to the veterinarian three days ago, Muriel had been acting strangely. She'd been avoiding him and wouldn't even talk to him whenever he tried to cheer her up. He'd been completely devastated when she wouldn't let him lay on her lap anymore and she always seemed like she were on the verge of crying now. Even Eustace seemed a bit off lately as the cranky old farmer wasn't calling him a stupid dog anymore.
He pushed the attic door open and went over to the desk whe
Monkeying AroundRex likes to play with his meat.Monkeying Around2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each meal is a game and a treat.
Along came the lemurs,
caring not for strong femurs;
his arms are too short to reach.
The Revolt of Ruckulus Raggerton RigglesThere's a quiet in the clearingThe Revolt of Ruckulus Raggerton Riggles2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as the rabbits gather 'round
and one behind the other
they all wait without a sound.
And in that eerie silence
they're all wondering away
at what he has in store for them
and what he has to say.
"And who is he?" you might be asking
a question most absurd,
why it's Ruckulus Raggerton Riggles
the one hundred and seventy third.
He's the head of the royal treasury
the keeper of the hoard,
the one in charge of every carrot
the king has ever stored.
The silence breaks as he appears
and climbs upon a stump
while the rabbits of the forest
all huddle in a clump.
"You might be asking one another
why it is that you are here
and I promise you that soon enough
I'll make it absolutely clear."
"You see his majesty our king
has done an awful deed.
He has eaten every carrot.
He has eaten every seed."
At this an awful cry arose
a loud and clamorous din.
"If there aren't any carrots left
what will WE be eating then!"
Ruckulus raised a paw into the air
until the crowd had q
The Circus of DeathAdmission: one soul.The Circus of Death2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Goodbye Edd1988-2012Goodbye Edd2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and optimistic
'Til the very last breath
You were our hero
We mourn your young death
Nobody saw it coming
As fast as a bullet
The shock drove through my heart
Just tore a hole right through it
Inspired so many
Put smiles on our faces
Now comes back to haunt us
As we seek comforting embraces
Smiles to tears
Dust to dust
All of our fears
We dared not to trust
But you're gone now
There is no denying
All are in anguish
All are crying
Goodbye to the young soul laughing at death
Goodbye to the cancer that put him to rest
Goodbye gentle fellow
And your lighthearted jests
We will all miss you
We will never forget.
The Road to FaithIt is amazing, to think that God can reveal Himself and His messages to us in every aspect of life, no matter how miniscule or insignificant we may consider these instances to be.The Road to Faith6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
In our walks of life, it is easy to ignore what He tries to tell us, or what He tries to show us, because we are often too caught up in our own ambitions to pay any attention.
We live in a get there fast, me first society. We speed on the roads when were late, not caring who we endanger in our paths. We ignore people trying to merge into our lane, even if their blinkers are on. We speed up to close gaps, even if we know someone else is trying to merge over. We get angry, and curse at people on the road for driving slowly, even if theyre elderly people or people who are simply not used to the area.
But more often than not, we dont see what we are doing. We promulgate wrath and pride so much, these two destructive traits have b
6 word storyShe swallowed the pills again, hoping.6 word story1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Characterization and NamesCharacterization and Names4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Characterization and Nomenclature:
What's in a name?
As an author, one of the most important tasks in writing a story is building a character. Every small trait that a writer leaves, builds, and hints at, draws a reader into the story and gives them an image of each character, be it protagonist, antagonist, or miscellaneous extra. However, many writers overlook one of the strongest traits that a character can have: a name. Nomenclature can be one of the most powerful assets that a writer has in their endless battle to build a lifelike character.
The uses of a name
The craft of literature is always at some level a decision-making process. While names need not always be used, there should always be a conscious decision that a writer makes about a name. When making a conscious decision, one must be able to list the benefits that the choice yields: if one names a character "Charles," they should also to some extent be able to explain why th
The Octopus CatIf ever you were to see our clinicsThe Octopus Cat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
never would you find a group of cynics
as depraved as those in mutagenics
who created the octopus cat.
A collection of men from our fair city
all thinking themselves to be so witty
that they grew from scratch this evil kitty
the horrible octopus cat.
It looks at you with knowing eyes
is deaf to all your frightened cries
a creature you had best despise
this menacing octopus cat.
It crawls on eight disgusting tentacles
each of them tattooed with pentacles
be wary of the dread cylindricals
of the deadly octopus cat.
And should you hear within its jowls
the beginnings of its feral growls
or else its otherworldly howls
then beware the octopus cat.
For if you hear these sounds behind you
it's certain we will never find you
I hope we won't have to remind you
look out for the octopus cat.
The other side of the roadThe first thing to hit me was the smell. A sharp, antiseptic smell. I recognised it immediately, from when I had visited Granny at the hospital. That’s where I must be. I couldn’t remember arriving here, but I was now lying in a bed. I could feel the soft sheets wrapped around me. I took a deep breath and tried not to panic. There were worse places I could be.The other side of the road2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought back to the last thing I could remember. The pounding rain drummed against the roof of the car. We could barely see anything in the dark night. Bobby, my big brother, was at basketball training, and he needed us to pick him up. Suddenly my seatbelt jerked tight. There was a loud screech, and a crash, and then… that was it. The last thing I heard was Mummy’s scream…
Mum. Where was she?
I slowly opened my eyes. The endless expanse of a white ceiling was the only thing I could see. I could hear a quiet murmuring from somewhere outside the room. A metallic whining noise filled the air.
Too Close"Fire in the hole! Fire in-"Too Close4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
GOD DELIVERS PIZZAToday God is a pizza delivery boy,GOD DELIVERS PIZZA10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call him to place an order,
You want this but not that,
And expect it to be hand delivered.
Today God is a hired assassin,
You live in fear of his wrath,
But quick to call upon his services,
To strike down your enemies.
Today God is a street hooker,
You want all your desires fulfilled,
And in the moment of passion you love,
But then you turn away in disgust.
Today God is a servant boy,
Like a slave at your command,
You want everything done for you,
But will do nothing for him.
Today God is a cleaner,
He scrubs your polluted home,
But you smear dirt on the walls,
And place the blame on him.
Today God is God,
You could ask for truth and love,
But instead you want pizza,
And definitely no olives.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
The Dream of the EndThe Dream of the End7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silence had settled upon the group. Nobody spoke of what had happened. Nobody voiced the names of those they had lost. Nobody dared breathe the names of the dead. The only indication of life aboard the battered transport was the silent, wracking sobbing of a child without her father. Nobody counselled the child, they were all hurt as deeply and none dared speak the truths of his demise to her. Death was not the end. And none could bear to explain that to the child. He was dead. It was better if it were that simple.
Near the front rows of broken seats of torn upholstery sat a solitary figure huddled into himself. In his hands he clutched at an empty handgun, its final rounds spent in the desperate retreat. The figure shuddered as images from hours before assailed him once more, half formed faces screamed at the edges of his mind, some begging, some wailing, some baying for blood. Blood was all that followed, the only voice to receive a true answer. An involuntary scream escaped the figu
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Dreamer Chapter XIII can't move...Dreamer Chapter XII2 years ago in Settings More Like This
I feel that if I move even the slightest inch, I'll die!
Not only that...
I look at Seb, Max and Elle for a brief moment.
What is he?
What is this sense of dread?
I can't help but shiver, this black monster is engulfing me, and I can do nothing to stop it!
The Shinigami looks down at me curiously, as if observing an insect.
"This is strange..." his voice is soft, yet feels like a blade.
"How are you awake? Are you not redeeming yourself?" he seems to be shocked.
What is he talking about?
"What do you mean, redeeming myself?" I can barely speak up.
The Shinigami remains silent and observes me for a moment.
"So you don't know..."
The Shinigami gives me a twisted grin, I clench my fist in response.
"We have to run." Seb interupts my thought process.
"If we stay here, we will die..." I can almost feel the fear in his voice.
"Whats the plan?" Elle keeps her voice low.
I avert my eye
Terminator timeline analysisAfter watching the season finale of TSCC, a thing came into my mind. We have seen Future John once in the series (as correctly pointed out by PromusKaa ). He was portrayed by the same Thomas Dekker who plays Young John. Now this makes me wonder about how the timeline(s) is/are build up here. There is a lot of speculation here, especially in the third timeline, but this is how it makes sense to me, based on character development and interpersonal relationships which lead to what we see in the three Terminator movies and TSCC.Terminator timeline analysis5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Timeline 1 (no time travel involved):
-1997: Skynet launches total war. Judgement Day occurs.
-2029: Skynet is losing the war. General John Connor (mother: Sarah Connor. Father: unknown, probably Stan Morksy, the guy Sarah dated in 1984.) is the leader of the Human Resistance against Skynet. As he learns that Skynet is trying to alter the future via killing his mother before he is born, he sends Kyle Reese to protect her.
Timeline 2 (Arnold and Kyle's time trave