InterceptorInterceptor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
Idea for a Bravest warriors story arc. You know how the Youtube series "Bravest Warriors" has a primary setting being a colonized Mars in the far future? Well what if Mars was inhabited long before the arrived? That's right, as a homage to the 1897 novel "The War of The Worlds" by H.G. Wells, wouldn't it be cool for "Bravest Warriors'" Mars to feature the Martians from the famed novel?Idea for a Bravest warriors story arc.7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It would go off like this:
The Sarmaks are an intelligent race of cephalopod based creatures that ruled Mars for 5,000 years. Their empire stretched across the entire planet also included the twin moons of Phobos and Deimos. Their Technology is based around the usage of complex usage of levers and joints since they have outgrown using the wheel. They survive via blood transfusion with other organisms (blood being processed so that it doesn't kill them). They reproduce asexually yet have feelings for the newly budded off "child".Their Capitol city is Syrtis Major and their military bases are all ocated around Olympus Mons (
SchemingSchemingScheming7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some think so little of causing harm
To innocent ones like me
They think so little of disturbing our peace
For their own pleasures
While I sit alone and brood
Plotting ways to claim due revenge
Suddenly a bat fluttered into my room
It rested over my window
"If ye seek to accuse, call me. If ye seek to punish, call me," it said.
I pondered who this bat could be
Then, suddenly, I knew
"They have offended me by disturbing me in peace.
They have injured me in childish tantrums.
They have chased me from their place of work.
How shall we seek due recompense?"
Some days later I learned how.
They who disturbed sit uneasily, disturbed by continuous noise
Unable to flee or cover their ears
They who injured me lie in bed, in pain
Exactly where they injured me
None can return to where they were
Save that they beg forgiveness
It is hard to get
If Heaven has no justice
Then Hell may have
Mache Agape: Chapter 12Mache Agape: Chapter 122 years ago in Settings More Like This
It all happened in a split second. The grunt of pain behind him was so heart wrenching it caused him to turn against his will. There he saw what he had always feared with all his might. With terrified eyes he saw Amy being suspended in mid air with the E-G’s blade through her side, she held on to it with bleeding hands, trembling she turned to him, with a mirror expression of his own cocky smile. She coughed up blood and gave a little nod, not a second later Sonic through the robot with his bare hands, forcing the blade away from Amy’s body. The robot fell in a million pieces. Sonic rushed to catch the poor girl who was barely conscious. She was pale, weak, and her body became cold. He held her with trebling hands, reaching for her wound hoping the energy Chaos Emeralds within him would somehow heal her, not nothing happened.
She looked up to him with half opened eyes, smiling with all her strength at seeing him intact. With a bloody hand she reached out to his face, he too
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Our Beloved DeathOur Beloved Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death, silent and sly
Death, cold and still
Death, possessive and dark
Death, a blessing of grief
Death, takes no prisoners
Death, hunts us like game
Death, we all fear it
Death, wraps its black wings around us
Death, it pulls us in
Death, has no emotions
Death, rules us all
NaruHina-Trust 3 Chapter 22NaruHina-Trust 3 Chapter 223 years ago in Romance More Like This
Back at the house, Hinata was able to take a shower, and was healed with Sakrua healing powers. Hinara was in blue pajama, given to her friend. It wasn't her kind of pajamas but they were fone.
Hinata quiet told Sakura what happen to her. Sakra stayed slient, lostening to her story, while they were sitting on the floor. Hinata could tell that she was angry, but she stay calm. When she was done, her friends was quiet. Sakura begin to even Hinata's ends, on her hair. It was so terribly cut that all she could cut it to her shoulder.
While each hair, fell down to the ground, Hinata started to cry, remembering her mother. She was so beautiful, she wanted to be kind just like her, while been strong like her father, very similar to Naruto's own dream. She remember how beautiful she was with her long purple hair. Remembering, her father's kind words telling her how looked just like her mother. She remember her kind words.
"Mother...What is this?" Hinata asked her mother w
Naruhina Clasic Music AUNaruhina Clasic Music AU4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Love in Secret
He is not interested in anything like that, really did not understand what was happening, he only saw a lot of people making funny faces, funny things It did not seem anything nice anything interesting, did not understand the abstract, did not understand the paintings, the artjust was not for him. but there he was, at the amphitheater watching the dance recital orto be more specific. watching her.
I did not understand who was the director of the orchestra, or which piece they were playing if it was Mozart or chaikovsky, he did not understand. It was even difficult for him to pronouncethese names, Yet each time he saw her dancing, he felt as if the angels of heaven come down to dance with her
Her slender figure her long hair that unlike the other dancers letloose in a queue, . The beautiful smile that expressed while dancing. For a momenthe thought that he was alone in that huge amphitheater watching.only to her, and the angels dancing at his side. From the first m