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
Neko-ItalyxReaderNeko-ItalyxReaderNeko-ItalyxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You paused as you walked into the room. So many choices.
You looked around, feeling slightly crest-fallen. None of the cats really looked like on you could get along with.
Maybe you shouldn't buy a cat. You didn't know if your apartment even allowed cats.
Besides, would you really have the time to take care of one?
Sighing, you turned to leave.
"I'm really sorry Miss Elizabeta. I don't think I'm ready for a cat."
She nodded and shrugged, "Come back if you change your mind."
Sighing again, you left.
"I can't deal vith him." You looked over at your German friend. Ludwig was glaring at something behind the couch. He had called you over, saying that his cat was a pain in the ass.
"So what do you want me to do?" Standing up, you walked over and peered around him.
You blinked down at the little cat standing before you. He had a strange curl of hair. His beige fur ruffled.
"What kind of meow
BlitzkriegBlitzkrieg7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Marching quickly across the land,
Destroying the enemies quick as we can.
Killing our victims and taking no slaves,
Do this for Hitlers third Reich.
The engines of war are roaring,
Blow them apart for it is our calling.
We march quick and we march by his hand,
To put the West under his command.
Machine guns are firing the tanks are destroying,
Demolishing our way to glory.
Our generals smile at the sight of us giving hell,
The Fuhrer knows his armies have done well.
Send the enemy to meet the reaper,
Dig their grave and blow it deeper.
We smash down their walls faster than lightning,
Until the day breaks we will be marching.
They cannot stop us from doing our part,
Our formation strikes like a dart.
They will all die today or tomorrow,
Either way we end their sorrow.
The blitzkrieg will strike and they will pay,
Their countries are ours by the end of the day.
WAR! Its in our blood!
We march towa
if this world makes you crazy.Three days before his third birthday, my brother's computer started misbehaving.if this world makes you crazy.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was small at birth, our little illegal boy was, and ugly as day.
Although the world's resources crumbling to its knees, no one could have denied my mother of her "accidental" embryo, even while They broke into houses and took women to the quack doctor to eliminate any suspicious growths "in the name of the law". We went through geneticists and neurologists, trying to fit an old computer from Grandma's time into the next generation. We dug deep into emergency stashes and back-up loans and "30310's College Fund", and came up with just enough to satisfy one round of bribes to keep everything [just barely] under the wraps.
Newborns are pretty things, my mother had assured, eyes bright and half to herself. It'll be worth it in the end.
His name was Ray, a pretty all-letters name to make up for his physical disproportions. I held him on the first day of his life and the last day of my [only-]childhood freed
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