optimism - akurokuoptimism - akuroku9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Rox! Rox!" the pyromaniac called, knocking onto the door of his best friend's room "Are you --"
The door opened suddenly, almost making Axel stumble over and onto Roxas. That'd have been embarrassing.
"What is it, Axel?" the blond asked, aggravated, as his blue eyes scanned over a small piece of paper in his own hands.
"Aha." Axel placed a slender finger over the paper, as his other hand pulled out another copy of it from a random pocket. "So you got one, too."
Roxas nodded. "A New Years… get-together?"
"That's what it says, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but… the Organization sees pretty much every member… pretty much everyday," Roxas sweat dropped.
"They're pretty much sugarcoating the word 'party'."
"Pretty much." Roxas pressed his lips together to form a thin line. "When is it?"
"Jeez, Roxy, ya need to learn how to look at a calendar," Axel exasperated, "it's tonight."
"Oh…" Roxas's blue eyes wandered down to the floor. He was a little confused. He didn't know that the Orga
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary12 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
Decaying VanityDecaying VanityDecaying Vanity10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ill let the wind part my hair,
The mud serves as face paint.
Grass be my petticoat,
And clouds become my shade.
Ill let the rain cleanse my flesh,
Decomposition at my feet.
Leaves veil my bare body,
And consider my friends the trees.
Ill let the Earth claim myself,
The bugs jewel my skin.
Moonlight to keep me company,
And weeds- my dying crib.
Beauty is still vain,
Even if you're a rotting
Water of LifeWater of Life10 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
This Time of Year - odangoi...There wasn't anything particularly special about the grey December afternoon that Sasha and Devante met. Devante had been sitting at a table beside a window in a small café in downtown Phoenix, a mug of hot cocoa warming his hands through his gloves as he watched the people walk up and down the street. The Vince Guaraldi Trio's rendition of "O Tannenbaum" was playing though the building, and a woman wearing a Santa hat was outside the door ringing a bell for the Salvation Army, collecting what others didn't want so that those who had nothing could have their Christmas just a little brighter. The door opened for the seventeenth time and he looked up, as usual, though he never expected anyone. This time a young man walked in. The first thing Devante noticed was the other boy's scraggly black hair pushed down around his face by an orange cat-ear beanie.This Time of Year - odangoi...10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cute, he thought, smiling smally as he turned away and looked out the window again. He looked back up when he heard footsteps comi
The Minecrafter's PrayerOur Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.The Minecrafter's Prayer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.
Self PortraitThe artist.Self Portrait4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almighty wielder of empty words and emptier meanings.
Smug confidence, sleazy smile, and an Oxford Rhyming Dictionary.
So shower me with petty praises
We both know I don't deserve
And cover me with vacant compliments
I'd like to think you believe.
Because I'm just one more
Self-centered, self-serving, self-obsessed "artist"
With a computer screen shield
And a courage born of anonymity and boredom.
I am - jphnx22I am - jphnx2212 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am everywhere
I am your brother, your sister
I am your son and your daughter
I am your friend, your neighbor
I am your classmate, your teacher
I am a doctor, lawyer, or athlete
I am a soldier
I am a preacher
I am everywhere
And I am Gay
But that's okay
Because I am normal
I am white, black, Hispanic, Asian
I am tall or short, fat or skinny
I am ugly and I am beautiful
I am human
I have needs just like you
I love and I hate
I get hurt but I heal
I cry but I fight back
I am scared but I have courage
I am insecure yet I have pride
I am everywhere
And everywhere I surround you
So do not hate me for
I am not alone
I am not evil
I am not a sinner
I am not lost or confused
I am not diseased or disturbed
I am not you
And I will not be refused
What I am I was, is, and forever shall be
What I am I did not choose to be
Love me if you can for who I am, w
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 99 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
The Value of a SecondThe Value of a SecondThe Value of a Second8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Hyperectus malmadonus has a life span of 23 seconds.
What? Charlie turned to Eve. She was sitting across the rickety table from him, sipping her coffee slowly. He had been looking out the window, watching the endless stream of people walking by.
The malmadonus, a single-celled animal living in the intestines of the swamp cows of Zavijava IV. They are born, reproduce, and are eaten by their offspring, all within 23 seconds. Eve wound her finger around a long strand of her black hair.
Oh, Charlie replied, his attention already drifting back to the passersby again. All of them were different. Some short. Some tall. Black, white, brown. But they all seemed to merge together. Neo-metal punk hippies with staples in their eyelids somehow blended in with the goofy college kids donning white baseball
I am therefore I'm ScrewedI am therefore I'm Screwed11 years ago in Open More Like This
Upon a mosquito's bite
I am presented with a dilemma
Do I kill it?
And potentially destroy the creature
Who would slay the next
Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Do I spare it?
And potentially unhinder the creature
Who will slay the Slayer of
The Next Genocidal Maniac
Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
The Perfect Night SkyThe Perfect Night Sky.The Perfect Night Sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
a MLP:FiM FanFic.
by Twilight_Crow and PhilomenaSage
All My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro, Inc.
Young unicorn Twilight Sparkle silently stood in the open balcony of the astronomy tower of Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. The city of Canterlot gleamed below, the sun almost setting in the afternoon.
"Any moment now." she said to herself while trying to steady her breathing. She was nervous. She kept staring through the part of the day that was her namesake, anticipating.
Inside the tower room a door opened, and an earth pony came in. He had a sky blue coat and a deep blue mane, a pair of glasses on his nose, and a blue telescope cutie mark on his flank. He carried a box filled with papers and scrolls in his mouth.
As he walked into the room, he acknowledged the purple unicorn´s presence in the balcony. He stared at her quietly. Always early, always one step ahead, always prepared. He raised an eyebrow as he procee
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 59 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Unholy Mark Of SacrificeThe records of satanic crimesUnholy Mark Of Sacrifice10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reveal one unholy mark
The swords used in satanic sacrifices
Chant the verses of Death
The secrets of Satan worshipers
Hide underneath their house
The dungeons cry for life
As the children are sacrificed
Riding on the back of Lamb
Pulling life out of man
Crawling upon the victim's mind
Taking them to the Land of the Damned
The brutal rape by Satan's Son
The abusing curses over his victim
The emotions curled to face the death
Strong opposition against the angels
Pulverizing skull and melting brains
Punctured heart and overflowing veins
Follow their way to the dark catharsis
Into the depth of death - your purpose forsaken
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 79 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
In Progress: Help WantedIn Progress: Help Wanted10 years ago in Humor More Like This
My scientist friend tells me that if there was a giant room filled with monkeys banging away on typewriters for all time, one of them would eventually write a novel. I don't bother asking her if typos are allowed or not, because this conversation has nothing to do with novels—she is explaining LIFE to me. A typewriter has twenty-six letters, ten numbers and all that punctuation, but this really isn't much to choose from. She tells me, the building blocks of LIFE are pretty simple, too. I remember 8th grade science. I don't think there's anything simple about endoplasmic reticulum, and I bet the spelling is the least complicated bit about it.
We're chatting while we watch something on Discovery Channel about how they found "what appear to be fossilized bacteria" on some Martian rock or some-such, and I'm trying to figure out what's so cool about bacteria. She thinks this is proof of her typing monkeys, and I think it sounds like time to change the subject.
"Scrabble?" I suggest.
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
When the walls fall quiet.Rain makes me want to write to you,When the walls fall quiet.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you the things I should have said five months ago,
five years ago,
when we were younger and weaker and it didn't hurt so much to breathe.
We weren't happy even then, and I was too young to know the difference.
Do you ever think we're growing up too fast?
When we're smoking behind stores
and drinking to sleep
and buying drugs from the boys who tried to love me
but got burned along the way.
They don't know we're still children, and neither do we.
We drive too fast and talk too much and drink until we die,
but god, tonight I do not want to die.
Tonight I do not want to fall asleep as the ceiling reads me poetry
and the trees outside call my name.
I want to dream again,
I want to see the future as I sleep and know that tomorrow
I will not wake up with razors slid down my side
and the life licked out of my veins.
I want to know that someday
I will not have to lie and say I'm feeling fine,
that the lights will not blind me and the sounds will not p