3 messages from the Lord3 messages from the Lord3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
There is so much that steals your time. Relax, use time together with me too. I have so much to give you, so many things to say to you. Trust me, I will never forsake or abandon you. Perhaps you struggle to forgive someone. Let me help you. Stay close to me, my child. Under my wings, you'll find shelter. Maybe you feel condemned, but remember that there is no condemnation for them that are in me. You are my beloved child. Come to me with all your worries and burdens, I will give you rest. Come to me. Sit down here with me and rest for a while. Let my peace fill you.
My child, rest in me. Do not feel faint-hearted or afraid, because I am always with you. If you're unlucky and stumbles on your way, I'm there to help you up. I do not stand with a pointing finger and scold you. No. I am standing with open arms. I want to embrace you.
Come back to me. You have gone further away from me than you realize. Perhaps you feel that you're not loved and thirst for love and care. I love y
Afterlife:Persephone and HadesAfterlife:Persephone and Hades4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrous trees was a road of an almost opulent onyx color. She turned her head to the side searching for others or for any signs of movement and found none. And yet she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Swallowing audibly she continued forward down the winding steps and onto the onyx road. Only then did she realize how she was dressed.
Incantations and Deductions Chapter TwelveThe expression of shocked surprise on Sherlock's face would almost be comical if John felt anything like laughing. Someone died after jumping from John's window: of course Sherlock would want to check out the room. Obviously Sherlock's surprised that anyone as 'dull and mundane' as John could have worked out his plans.Incantations and Deductions Chapter Twelve3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John." Sherlock begins and then seems to just stop.
John rolls his eyes. "It's alright, I know why you're here, I'm not going to bother you, just wanted to make sure you didn't do any weird experiments on my stuff."
Sherlock just nods, seemingly nervous. He doesn't move; it's as if his feet are rooted to the rug he's standing on.
"Aren't you going to get on with it, then?" John asks. He knows his tone is blunt, and if he's honest, verging on rude, but he's not the one who has just broken into someone else's room. It seems especially egregious after nine months of no contact between the two of them.
"Well, I-" Sherlock starts again and then breaks off his eyes darting up
A Nightmare Beyond this World1Greetings everyone! This new fic of mine is planning to last 10 chapters...if possible...maybe more...anyway, this fic contains characters that are really, REALLY OOC so be warned. It's a crossover between the G1 universe and...I'll keep you guessing but if anyone out there is smart enough to know then congrats, you're a physic! Now enjoy! This fic conatins mature mech on mech action, torture, violence, drug use...possible non con but I'm holding back a little...ask via reviews! Pairings are Optimus Prime x Hot Rod, Prowl X Jazz, Hound X Mirage, Ratchet X Wheeljack and a few others I will inform later on in the story!A Nightmare Beyond this World16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Nightmare Beyond this World
The hallway was dark and gloomy. The only light were the purple shaded ones that gave the place an eerie atmosphere and a frightful mood. The air was cold and a foul stench wafted down the deserted hallways. Nothing moved and there wasnt one sound to indica
Waiting for YouI don’t mind waiting for you. When you’re lonely, any meaningful conversation is worthwhile. Even the kind you have to wait an hour or two for. Maybe especially that kind. The kind you stay up late for, reading to pass the time, or constantly glancing at the clock, hoping. The kind you walk around the block a few times for, even in the cold. The kind you would have over tea if you could but you can’t because you’re both going home and you’re tired of the day but not of each other and, you know, one cup wouldn’t hurt.Waiting for You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Lunar Republic.I am not a clever pony,The Lunar Republic.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I am loyal 'til the end,
I do not service the dishonest,
I bide my time in starlight blaze,
the sun has ruled too many years,
the night will rise once again
and with the moon as my witness
I'll bide my time to set the stage,
a thousand years to plan the game,
a stalemate hand has been unmade
and royal thieves have been unveiled,
I will not rest nor will I wait,
the time is here for radical change,
equality for one and all;
a royal crown will surely fall
and with it, justice will be made.
To the Night, I pledge allegiance,
To the Moon, I vow obedience,
Forever I shall be a loyal subject,
All hail, our most beloved,
The, one and only, Lunar Republic.
BB4InfernoSmokescreenSideswipeThe trio sped through the desert towards the direction where three of their comrades had disappeared. The day was warm and sickly humid and had no breeze like it had before, but the clouds above were racing along; a sign of a storm not too far off.BB4InfernoSmokescreenSideswipe7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Inferno, Smokescreen, and Sideswipe had been charged by Optimus to search for the three missing Autobots that had been picked up, supposedly, by Decepticons Seekers.
To pass the time, they had started talking over their comm.links about the whole thing.
I say that Jazz went after that Barricade guy for trashing Prowl and got snatched. Sideswipe joked, masking his worry for the mech that had practically raised his brother and himself from younglinghood.
Smokescreen chuckled, Sure, and I bet that Ratch got sent and Blaster missed his darling of music, got spark-broken, and went after Jazz. Im surprised Prime wouldnt let Prowl come along with us- hes about to snap or have a conniption. Either one would be hil
Not Just a Dream part 1It had been a few days, and that awful nightmare was still fresh in Bluestreaks mind. But, thanks to the Twins, he no longer jumped ten feet into the air at every sound or footstep. Unfortunately, he still didnt seem ready to run out into a battle.Not Just a Dream part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thats why it surprised everyone when he requested to be put back on his normal duties.
The young gunner hadnt been entirely clear as to why he wanted to act like the nightmare had never happened, but the fact that he seemed determined to prove he wasnt a complete coward was enough for Prime to allow him back on the front lines.
You sure you want to go back into battle, Blue? Sideswipe asked gently. The Decepticons had been spotted at a nearby power plant, and the Autobots were heading towards them, Bluestreak included.
Positive. There was a note of uncertainty in the mechs voice, but overall, he sounded resolute on proving he wasnt going to let a dream stand in the way of
Bound and Broken-Homecoming P1Homecoming Part IBound and Broken-Homecoming P15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Prowl, don't do this!" Ratchet pleaded, the medic trying to get a look at the mech behind him through his damaged optic as he limped along. Ironhide's strong arms kept ushering his bonded along with the usual prods of Decepticon rifles to their backs.
Prowl kept his voice silent and his optics downcast as he held the weakly thrashing Jazz in his arms. The undamaged black and white had been escorted to each of their cells by Barricade and informed the prisoners that they would be returning to Autobot territory immediately for recovery and medical evacuation.
He had also, in an almost casual tone, informed them that he would be staying behind as payment for his companion's freedom.
To say they were horrified was an understatement. They all protested loudly in the halls until they were silenced by brute force, which Prowl did not object to. Barricade loomed behind Prowl like a wicked puppet master controlling his innocent victim, and as the other Autobots
Simple WisdomThe old man's words swirledSimple Wisdom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the room with the smoke
from his cigar.
"Well, since you asked,"
was coughed from his wizened
throat. "Save as much money
as you possibly can.
Don't buy cable. Read.
Write. A lot. Read some more.
Take pictures of extra ordinary things.
Print your pictures,
Handwrite all of your mail,
and lick the stamps yourself.
Travel the world, and
collect friends wherever you go.
Oh, and don't try to keep up
with the Jones. They will covet
your simplicity. Your resourcefulness.
Never listen to a bank
when they say you can afford
a certain sized house.
Divide that in half.
Okay, I'm done.
But you asked.
go to sleep."
Old Broken Heart, Pt. IIAs it turns out, the next time 250 ends up in the hospital, there's no relationship upgrade.Old Broken Heart, Pt. II3 years ago in Drama More Like This
They all agree to skip the formalities and jump straight to the burial. Irene and Britney were essentially the only family he had left, and Thomas the only friend. There would be no one to offer condolences or send flowers or file past the casket. No need to compound their suffering with a few painful eulogies to an empty room.
And so the graveside service is a small affair, closed casket. It's not that the second heart attack left physical trauma; honestly, 300 just couldn't bear to look at him, and at some point Irene and Britney had quietly ceded all control in the decision-making process.
It is, of course, sunny -- a mild 72 degrees Fahrenheit, complete with oblivious songbirds trilling in the oak trees tastefully scattered throughout the cemetery. 300 stands by the headstone, a shiny black hunk of granite paid for by the Agency, and stares unseeing at the edge of the pit. His hands are cla
Recollections~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Recollections4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Princess Luna sat by her sister in a reserved silence as the royal guard pegasi pulled their carriage up towards the shining white and gold towers of Canterlot. Luna gazed up at the capitol city, a blank expression dominating her face. 'Well, I'm here,' she thought. 'After a thousand years, I'm finally here.'
As the royal carriage passed through the intricate city gates, a group of young fillies smiled and bowed. Celestia gave a slight wave, acknowleding the fillies' respect, and once more the carriage was off, heading for the palace.
'My sister's subjects... No, our subjects,' she reminded herself. 'My, this is going to take a while to get used to again... What if they don't like me?'
"Are you excited?"
"Whu- Sister?," Luna breathed.
Celestia was looking down at her with an affectionate smile. "I said, are you excited? I know it must be nice to return to Equestr
The Science of Love Part 7The Science of Love Part 7The Science of Love Part 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A RatchetxWheeljack fic
Wheeljack slowly switched on his optics. He had to try a few times before they were both online and working correctly. It felt like he had been out for centuries and he tried to scan the room he was in, which was dark and gave off a errie feeling. He made a small moan of pain as he tried to sit up to figure out where he was, however he couldnt move and that made the mechanic worry. For a scary moment Wheeljack thought he was still in the claws of The Claw Brothers until he rembered something before he passed out. He rembered seeing Ratchet, holding him and telling him everything was going to be alright. He rembered that he wouldn't had mind dying like that, he wouldn't mind of dying in the arms of Ratchet rather then a Decepticon prisinor. At the very thought of the Decepticons Wheeljack shivered when he rembered what they had done to him. Torn him to shreds, hacked into his personal memories and even forced a bond with his unbon
suffocation keepthis city suffocates so we don'tsuffocation keep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no, at best
we sing in sign language:
the hushed glances, the solidity
of shoulder blades
let's leave the choking crowds
and chase out somewhere
where the wind blows
wide and rich--
where the knotted songs in your
to take these beartrap ribs
and let us
all that hasn't happenedPretty please listen to the audio.all that hasn't happened3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to remember
the rumbling piano baritones
high notes like hailstones--your hands
running soundless scales.
i want the summer seas
the vineyard overlook, the olive
trees and sunwarmed coasts.
we filled the empty pages
with whole notes and halftones,
oceans and lovesongs.
we lived, we live
inkstained and drowning
through nights thick with words
and days shot with sound.
PulsePulsePulse7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Transformers One-Shot
Sideswipe gave a groan as his processor was pulled back online. His optics flickered on, taking a moment to let the sensors adjust to the light of the Autobot medical bay. He lifted one hand to shield his optics from the light as they adjusted, then pushed himself up.
Dont you even think about getting off that berth.
Sideswipe tilted his head so he could see the medic who gave the order. Ratchet was on the other side of the med bay, busily welding what looked to be a panel of Sideswipes armor. The red melee fighter looked down at himself and saw that his entire hood had been removed. Internal wiring and circuitry, even his spark chamber, lay exposed. He could see the extent of the damage hed taken and the repairs that Ratchet had already made. He gave a wince at the memory of the shot hed taken and who hed taken it for.
Wheres Sunstreaker? Sideswipe asked.
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going
Not Just a Dream part 4A/N Hey, people! Caramel here! Abyss and I would like to thank everyone who reviewed and that well keep writing together for quite some time. Anyway, enjoy the last chapter in Not Just a Dream.Not Just a Dream part 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bluestreaks optics glowed dimly in the dark cell. He never realized exactly how cold it was in this place He shivered, looking at the space in the wall where he knew the door was.
It had been roughly a week since his capture, and Megatron, Skywarp and Thundercracker had come in various times to torture him, though never all at once.
All Blue could be thankful for was that Starscream wasnt there.
Sunny, Sides he though quietly. Where are you guys, huh? Why havent you bothered to go looking for me? He wanted to cry, but he was too tired Shutting off his optics, he allowed himself to go into recharge. Hed need to conserve his strength in case Megatron was in a tormenting mood.
lightsdon't be fooled--lights3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky is not static.
there is an infinity between any
infinite hex codes
between the bounds of the spectrum--
this is the great secret of the universe, this
cosmic light show
we can't detect--
the changes too small for our
perhaps there is someone out there--someone else
even if he cannot see.
is not my blue--perhaps it all comes down
to the chemicals
the spin of individual molecules that all add up to become
our own blue.
maybe it's all on us.
the cosmos isn't trying because, really--
if i were the cosmos
i would have better things to do.
maybe there is something
in our ability to overanalyze
and oversimplify--our ability
to realize we know nothing
and try again, anyway.
Breakdown Ch. 3 Sunstreaker was still on the chair, this time holding a datapad in his hands. He wasnt reading, though; it was impossible. All he could think about was Sideswipe, who was still curled on his side in recharge mode, and the words that the red Lamborghini said a couple of hours ago.Breakdown Ch. 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just what was Sideswipe trying to tell him?
He didnt have the luxury to contemplate on matters for long. The sound of the call button cut into his train of thought.
Sunstreaker, its Ratchet. Open the door.
The yellow Lamborghini put the datapad away and complied. Ratchet was really on the doorstep, holding the medical kit in his hands.
Hey, Ratchet, Sunstreaker said, beckoning the medic to come inside. Sideswipe is recharging at the moment. Do you want me to wake him up?
No, its f
Guardian"A day like today happens--maybe twice in a whole season."Guardian3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's all hot sun and achingly blue sky, and you're sitting leonine on the hood of your battered pickup. I wish I could draw just to capture you like this--squinting into the horizon, one knee drawn up to rest your elbow on, hair windswept. I'd keep the white t-shirt and jeans, but I'd add wings: big, dusky gray things, relaxed and resting open on the windshield, pale underbellies to the sun. It'd fit, somehow, with you.
"Remember that big storm they had up north last week?"
"Yeah." I wouldn't have forgotten, not after the charts and scans you showed me. I only saw a mess of swirling colors like an end-of-the-day paint palette, but you saw sense in the chaos.
You ease off the truck and walk toward my white picket fence perch. "The wildflowers bloomed like all hell out by the lake." Resting your arms along the top beam, you gaze off into the distance for a minute longer before turning mischievous eyes my way. "Want to go see?"
Past the Mask and WithinPast the Mask and Within4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere lurking in my darkest dreams
His spririt walks the earth;
An angel with no wings.
His soul can light the day
Yet his intentions are still bold.
When I look into his eyes
I see pain and a broken heart.
Though I know he means no harm
Do I have the courage to trust?
For what shall become of me then?
Beyond the midnight's fog of my mind
I hear his voice; soft as velvet.
He haunts me with his presence,
Turning me to temptatious fantasies
Past the point of no return.
But, his touch is so gentle
How could I refuse?
He cradles my heart in his hands
For his love is neverending
Once you have seen past the mask
moments of goodbyeDo you remember the time I stole your diary?moments of goodbye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the time I first found out about its context.
The love I never knew you have for my brother.
I was so jealous at first.
But as I read through each pages down to that last one.
I've realized I have done a lot of things you got tired off.
My brother was always there when we have a huge fight.
It happened time to time in every pages of the dairy.
The first few pages were great.
It showed affection in our first date.
I've read our first fight.
A misunderstanding that almost broke your heart.
But we coped up with the differences in our personalities.
Yet it was still the issue.
I therefore conclude that, I was the one.
The only one who broke your heart into tiny pieces!
And it was my brother who put it back each time I broke it again and again.
Now I see how you love him as much as I am.
Now I see how much you protected him from me.
Now I see how you would do anything for him.
It was my mistake.
My brother loves me so much that he said