The Xavier: PrologueThe Xavier, a standard Obsidian Class Luna Destroyer- one of the most powerful starships in the Syrunese People's Interstellar Fleet; a fleet built by the people, for the people- be it defence or otherwise. The Xavier was a 2401 meter long, 4.914 million tonne warship with its crew compliment of around 2000 individuals and complete with a weapons array consisting of 36 standard Ion Cannons, 8 anti-matter capable missile ports and a first class 20 Yotta Volt Tesla forward battery, and just to be sure it didn't run out of firepower; it held 18 Demious class fighters- each easily capable of destroying a Koron heavy freighter. The Obsidians were the dreadnoughts of the fleet and they held spacial superiority no matter what sector they propelled into.
It was through these destroyers the Koron-Syruni treaty was signed, afterall even the warrior race of the Korons knew they could not defeat even one Obsidian- never mind the 8 stationed on their border.
The Xavier had been patrollin
The Xavier: Chapter 1As the Demious fighter wing concluded there war-games, a click from the DMZ (De-Militarised Zone), Lieutenant Feliss inquired for leave for the night from Commander Neroon.The Xavier: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sir, by your orders am I clear to depart the bridge sir?"
"Of course Lieutenant, just make sure you're on the morning watch in time for orders from the Axion."
"Not a minute past 0700 sir."
As Lt. Feliss left the bridge via the Command deck's Solenoid lift, her spots glowed a deep shade of green; usually seen when an Aerolite is excited to some degree- the depth of the shade of the colour indicates the strength of the emotion. Lt. Feliss took the Sol-lift (as they are commonly known) past her quarters on level 2 of the Officer's block, to level 14 of the NCO's (Non-Commissioned Officer's) wing, as the she got closer to room 46 her spots began glowing shades of multicoloured light, this is what the Syrunese describe as 'butterflies' and Lt. Feliss certainly had a lot of these butterflies as the colour beg
TuzanorA city of darkness we create,Tuzanor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But this is no diplomacy to mediate.
A wrath lures this city,
Like its creator it is without pity.
Alone we shiver in the valley of cold,
In morbid knowledge we are not to die old.
It is the monster within that leads us to war,
And although the battles are gone, it craves more.
Like Judas we betray for survival,
But this is not ancient- it is modern day revival.
Money and corruption rule this land,
And silenced are those who demand,
A brighter day of which we need not pay,
But this could never come in a year of May.
Human greed knows limitless bounds,
In this vast verse are we not just clowns?
Jests of our own creation,
Like the city above- destined for eternal damnation.
The Blackened Void Of HatredIt has been foretold of the ensuing darkness; and nothing can be darker than void- void of emotion, of thought and of care. It is this darkness that scares all of us that see it, only the lanterns of yellow and red hold back this demon of the night. Lights of blue turn black as do some red, and with some many lanterns surrendering their light, it is a wonder how we see at all.The Blackened Void Of Hatred2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
One day the blackness will reach the lanterns of red and will murder each in turn, few would remain through hiding and their glow would become stagnant, the lanterns of yellow will then have their turn and a repeat of the reds will come true- the people act too late to relight the torches because they delude themselves into thinking someone else will do their job, and once the darkness surrounds these people no one will come to light their escape, as simply no one is left too.
The void of light is only filled with energies of anger, hatred and contempt- it rears its ugly head upon those who deserve protection and
The City Of DisA lick of fire,The City Of Dis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is to burn the liar,
For information it has betrayed,
And so the best of plans are mislaid.
I know not why they lie,
But I know now they should die,
For a lie is but to tempt fate,
And so I feel their hangings are all too late.
Pollen and PoliticsHow do you think of yourself; within the bounds of politics?Pollen and Politics2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see it that everyone has the potential to be radicalised, providing they have an incentive and existing political stance- and with this in mind I shall focus on my forte, the Left and Right.
To me both sides can be described as flowers- a bizarre notion I know, but don't tell me you're not curious to know why. The right wing, as I see it, are weeds (and come on would you expect a Communist to say anything different...) in particularly Dandelions- they are a vermin that have strong potentials to kill off other flowers by stealing their water and minerals from the soil, and sometime even their sunlight. You see a Dandelion can only be pollinated by insects, and in politics these are the radical racists we see in right wing groups, these insects pollinate other Dandelions and slowly spread their deadly messages of self destruction and corruption in society by scapegoating a certain sect of the community as a whole. Alternately
7 Points Of ReligionI understand what I write form here on in almost certainly will be conflictual and may distress some, if this is the case DO NOT read further.7 Points Of Religion2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have examined in not great detail the general outlines of all religions, but all seem to have a general layout
3. Widespread growth
7. And finally a Decay
This trend can be easily simplified into its primary points-
3. And Decay
It is my view that the 7 Points of Religion can be seen by any religion, primarily Christianity, Islam and even in the religion of the extreme right wing fascists- Nazism.
Christianity experienced birth form the times of Jesus
Established by the disciples
Gained widespread growth throughout the ages
Persecuted under numerous British monarchs (for example)
Became extreme throughout the Crusades to the Spanish Inquisition
Reached a pinnacle in the world as the largest global
Women and BeautyWomen. Now they maybe a very controversial subject to many, but I wish to state an observation of woman kind which puzzles me deeply. You see I have noticed that the females who have to be told, constantly, that they are beautiful are those who are the nicest (usually) you could hope to meet, but the few of womankind who know they are beautiful (or at least in their own eyes) are generally horrible. Why is this?Women and Beauty2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The women of beauty (and you don't know who you are), are more often than not the ones whose life has treat them bad and they, through experience, consider themselves to be ugly or plainly not pretty- and in turn shy away from the word they so desperately seek; beautiful.
But women who think themselves beautiful without having to be initially persuade, usually suffer from ½ of the deadly sins- lust and/or vanity. And due to this, they lose (in my eyes) their appeal and in trying to 'make' themselves beautiful they either die inside or abuse themselves both mentally and phy
Smiles and HappinessInstead of philosophy and politics, this piece I thought I'd make slightly different; because this piece is about you, yes you the reader. At the moment or in the past, life has thrown all its dirty laundry all over your front door hasn't it? Well this is that 5 minutes that will hopefully cheer you up- don't think about your current problems, I want you to think about all your past problems and look at how you beat them, you and ONLY you could have overcome them. I'll be honest at the moment my life is terrible- for every good thing that happens a bad one always knocks me back- without fail, hell recently I cooked 2 meat and potato pies (wanted them for WEEKS) - they were cooked to perfection, then fell on the floor once in the kitchen, then again on my carpet in my room leaving a horrid mess. But trust me most of my issues are about those I care about on drugs- but hey. I want you to see that your past problems are OVER and you overcame them, like you will your problems now. So smileSmiles and Happiness2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Violence and MilleniaI wonder if violence will ever become extinct.Violence and Millenia2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Over the millennia violence went from general dominance amongst groups, a way of proving oneself and as a method to assert authority in a barbaric way, but it has evolved to the point where it is know, generally, as a last and unwanted resort in a conflictual situation. It has come from the first and natural course of action, to a final resort when all else has failed. Intellect has generally out-shone violence and has taken its place as the pinnacle means of solving a dispute.
But the question is, will violence ever evolve itself out of existence? With force being a part of general and basic human nature, I am not suggesting this evolutionary stage will take place over a short period of time like a day, 10 days, 10 years or even 10 decades; I propose that if we as a race actually survive the period, it may well be possible in several 10's of thousands of years that mankind may have evolved out of violence.
With alternate method
The Fogs Of War Lead The Men Of Union To SlaughterThe fogs of war shroud our every path, some of our allies turn coat from red to black and join our gravest foes. Our foe he stands in elevated plains at each chokepoint, surrounding us all. Our legends are dead, our stories told in bad tongue and our music ruined by ghosts of what was, now our leaders are mostly cowards and fools and vain in hopes we will suddenly grasp victory through no work or effort.The Fogs Of War Lead The Men Of Union To Slaughter2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As we stand divided in the valley of Serenity; the valley of death, I gaze upon our legions each fighting one another in slim hopes they can lead us. No legion realises their principles are a weapon of great firepower, but little in ammunition- and as such are left spent on the killing grounds with no moral high ground to speak of. Our bullets and pyro-technics are used attacking one another whilst past the dense clouds of battle, lay our greatest foes; laughing at our confusion as their ring of hatred tightens around us.
Through the overwhelming superiority of enemy forces in number,
My Communist ManifestoI think now is as good as time as any to write down what sort of communist I am- I think myself as a mix of all of us, but mainly a Marxist-Leninist.My Communist Manifesto2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I believe in the political situation at present, that we should gradually gain a power base in the public through education and aiding their understandings of Communism and our modernisations- basically who we are, what we stand for and the people we help; them. If the political situation in the UK takes a very right turn in the next 30 years- as I firmly believe it will, then nothing short of a violent revolution will put an end to the racist and fascist regimes that will infringe our freedoms and murder innocent peoples- but only when this is clear to happen, otherwise we will gain no long term support.
Once established I believe a Communal government should be employed- involving technocratic based think tanks to help the government perform its best- meaning the best workers from the fields are in direct communications with the governi
Hanoi and PyongyangWhy is it people say the USA won the Cold War? Is it because they killed Communism/ dismantled the USSR? In all honestly they failed at both of those things- they went to Vietnam to purge Communism; a total of 536,100 men and women, 58,220 of those came back in a small wooden box, 1687 of them unaccounted for and 303,635 came back wounded (that doesn't even account for those mentally unstable). The USSR sent around 300 troops and only 12 of them died- in proportion though if the USSR had sent 101 times more troops (so similar numbers to the USA), they would have lost a projected 1212 people, some 58 times less than that of the supposed Cold War victors. And after all that Communist Governments came into power in Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia. Now North Korea, the US and unbeknownst to me the UK sent troops, but let us focus on these 'victors', the glorious USA. The United Capitalist States of America sent 480,000 soldiers, the CCCP sent 26,000 in comparison. Cold War Russia lost 282 warriHanoi and Pyongyang2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hate Without ReasonPeace, justice, equality. Things Americans are proud to die for. But Communism? They don't even want communists around them, let alone die for their system. But why? If people actually read the Communist Manifesto, perhaps they'd find out that their government was tricking them. That they were being lied to. That the people who have been ripping them off and exploiting them are now scapegoating and forwarding hate and aggression to innocent people who want the best for their citizens.Hate Without Reason1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm of course going to refer back to Red Terror of the 1950's. The US was blacklisting accused Communists and doing inhumane things to them, but why? Because people don't do research. True, Joseph Stalin, the man who carried out the Purges and Five-Year-Plans of the 1930's, was a communist, but the things he did weren't for communism. But Communism, as set down in the Communist Manifesto, has nothing to do with what Stalin did. And the US government would've known that if they read the book.
The Young Dragon's Soul: Chapter 1In the land of Ather'nok, near the northern border of the Tor'ni mountain range, exists the small town of Elixus and the people there are celebrating a most joyful occasion. Today was the day that the Vallescos family was expected to have their first child.The Young Dragon's Soul: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was early in the morning, before the sun had even thought about rising, when Alexander Vallescos was spotted running from his home shouting from a midwife to come over to aid Emeria Vallescos, his wife, who had just entered the agonizing process of giving birth.
Her screams echoed through the town air and woke up its denizens. The midwives came as soon as they were properly dressed for the part they was going to play in the new Vallescos's birth. Normally the soon to be father is suppose to wait outside during birth, but he refused to leave his wife's side.
The midwives soon forgot about him when things took a turn for the worst. When the baby first emerged the midwives noticed that the umbilical cord had wrapped itself around th
A Letter To The LeftDear comrades of the Left-wing.A Letter To The Left2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Where are you now?
At present we stand dividedly united, we are a divided front in too many respects; mainly because we rarely ever agree on anything- to the extent we fight amongst ourselves on trivial issues. But we are united in voice against the extreme right; I want to make that vocal union a physical one.
We stand amidst the fogs of war, with fascists to the left and right of us; we stand here in a dis-organised rabble (for want of a better word), while our adversaries are united in belief and stand by each other in the names of hatred and all manner of discrimination. The 'New Right' under Troy Southampton, the British National Party (BNP) under Nick Griffin, the English Defence League (EDL) under Tony Robinson and the National Front under Ian Edward to name the main, yet still few of our enemies.
These 'British defenders' are the dictators they swear themselves to hate, they are the very essence of this nation's growing racist issues and worst of
The Destiny of Death: Chapter One "What do you mean think about consequences for my actions? If I were to do that, I would never have any fun!"The Destiny of Death: Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was the kind of person I was. Naïve. I didn't think about something before doing it. I just moved to the rhythm my body set for me without regard to those around me.
At least, that's how I was before a certain man turned me into death by stealing my soul.
In truth, I had been first captivated by his looks. He had the same blue-black hair as I, mid back length but tied up in a horsetail; and sharp, chiseled features that looked as though they belonged to a god fallen from heaven
His eyes though, didn't match the dark hair or pale skin. They were a bright, startling violet that was annunciated by the curl of ebony that flowed over his left eye.
His mannerisms, too. He had offered me his left hand for our dance where most men offered their right; and he held himself wit
Artificially Engineered HeartbeatChapter 1Artificially Engineered Heartbeat1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lab technician, Julie White jogged down the polished white corridor of the Orcus research laboratory carrying a tray full of test tubes and the all important health report of experiment "Heartbeat". She pushed open the door to the main lab, chest heaving slightly due to her lack of exercise. Professor Antitheus turned sharply at her entrance holding his hand out impatiently for the results she carried. She passed them over, inwardly sighing as he snatched them from her hand, tearing the envelope open with an eagerness Julie hadn't seen in years.
"Although not ethically or morally sound, experiment Heartbeat shows a sure sign of development, there has been an increase in brain activity and all of the internal organs appear to be fully healthy and able to support the experiment. It is with my professional opinion rather than my personal feelings that I confirm the experiment is now feasible to complete." Antitheus muttered before his mouth turned upwards into a snee
Fall of the circus ConductorThe conductor clicked his heels together, feeling his excitement building. He raised his arms, savoring the moment as the silence of a dead world settled over the audience. In the front row sat a critic, studying him, appraising him narrowly.Fall of the circus Conductor2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As the elephants meandered in circled, doing their normal routine, the night seemed to slow down before his eyes. He could almost see the machinery of the Lion Tamer's mind working before him.
The critic had cracked a smile and he had the impulse to cry aloud with joy. As the night crawled slowly by like a wounded snake, he lifted his hat to shuffle the vivid white hair, now damp with sweat, on the top of his head. The sensuous drowsiness of the night was on him.
Then, he saw one of the horses pull loose. The giant purebreds raced wildly about him. This was new to him, and he felt that he now knew the full meaning of terror.
All the animals came at once, and before he knew it, one massive furry paw had knocked him off his feet. Soon, he tumbled he
Zombie KittenZombie Kitten1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Love broadens your identity and expands who you are. Empathy is the ability to feel as one, but compassion is the choice to do so with Love.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Elise put her hands on the cage. "Oh no, what has he done to you?"
The kitten inside meowed pleadingly. Decay marred deep into its flesh, and fur has fallen off around the patches of diseased skin.
Elise wanted to cradle and console the kitten, but a sense of caution overruled the protective impulse. Vampires had great natural resistance to disease, but it was drilled into her mind to stay away from zombies - be they human or animal.
She examined the large table upon which the small cage stood: rusty knives and dirty spoons, bottles, vials, and several disemboweled rat corpses.
So, Bron, this is what you do in your spare time... She poked one of the rat cadavers with a stick.
They all autopsied rats in class - after all, knowledge of anatomy is important for young vampires - but all the splattered blood suggested the
Stars and BeginningWe are all born from the stars- that is undeniable, but we always forget it. We are born through apparent chaos, chaos which causes the stars above to be engulfed in almost endless inferno- but amidst the trauma of fire beckons a peace and order which is at our very cores, as without that order our very beings could not exist. Even though we are now physically separate from our stellar makers, that does not mean we are apart. We are still the fire that forged us- still that uniquely burning flame, and as with all fires we begin and we end. Although our flame may cease it will still live on- live on in our planet sand in our air, our very essence is still present- even if we are not. We are of the stars, as are all the planets and beings in the universe; we are one with them and should treat them as such, no longer clasping at our inherent differences and discriminating accordingly, but looking deep within each other to find that fire, the piece of starstuff that is our veryStars and Beginning2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This