Basmachi: A Short Story (1/2)The watch stopped ticking and I was suddenly aware of the outside world again. The grass was green to the point of sickliness, the sky a disturbingly brilliant electric blue, the same blueness of the parasite's eyes that had been such a fixture in my life recently. I felt as though I had given birth to this pasture, this singularity without which I would not have been reborn into the life of basmachi banditry. It was here, after all, where the events that had changed the course of my life forever had occurred.
The wild flowers smelled like roses. Roses. Why have humans associated them with love and the rawness of sexuality? I never understood why sexuality was taken by so many to be an integral part of romantic love. What was romance? When Nurana sat down with me and tried to explain to me many years ago, I could only remember getting confused.
We had never been close, but I was going to marry her in a month's time. I had to; there had been no other path for me due to my poverty
The Life Of Ryau Cinotee 2012 edition Act I pt 1The Life Of Ryau Cinotee 2012 edition Act I pt 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Part 1: The Beginning of the End
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"Nick!? Do you or Michelle need anything to drink?" Nicks mom broke his concentration on the TV screen in front of him.
"No Mom we're good." Nick called back while blowing up a mass of Combat forms.
Xbox 360 controllers in hand, Nick and his Girlfriend were happily playing all the Halo games in order on legendary difficulty to gear up for the release of Halo 4 in the coming months. They were playing Halo: CE and were fighting through the flood-infected halls of the Truth and Reconciliation. Suddenly the speakers filled with static and the screen shuttered. But then it stopped after a few seconds. As soon as the screen stabilized, they found the Master Chief in a new room and the split screen had merged into one. The camera moved and looked around as if in a cut scene, even though Nick
_ Terath I _The sun was bright, its rays dazzling, scorching with a terrible dry-heat upon the earth, the rather dried grass giving testament to this weather's longevity. That would be the only thing I had registered in this world, laying in the thick grass, stunned and somewhat unconscious._ Terath I _5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was another violent one, this jump. As I had expected, I think I remember. Freakishly, I had actually fallen from out of the blue for once, with only a thick matting of scratchy thorn-weeds and some other flora to soften the fall. I couldn't even determine how far I had, the overwhelming sensation of fear having rendered my sense of time unusable. The only thing I had felt was that gripping fear and the helpless falling...
I had started to shift, and didn't even know how far, maybe either between the completely instinctual reason of gaining my wings to control the fallhowever belated it wasand the inexplicable feeling of dread. Danger, that came with this new world, my head surmised. A ne
The Silver Throne: Chapter 1Save The QueenThe Silver Throne: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragons are the very epitome of evil. These ungodly serpents have proven to be nothing more than the harbingers of doom and misery upon mankind. Some of these spawns of Satan might try and deceive you with smooth words and miracles into thinking they are our friends and have no intention to harm us. Walk by faith and not by sight, for the unclean serpents will only try to lull us into a false sense of security and make us all their prey when our guard is down. The Chinese and other people might tell you a different story, that the appearance of these dragons all over the world is a sign of good fortune and that they will guard and protect this world. Ha! Pay no heed to these Asian superstitions. Cast out those old serpents, cast them out. Raise your voice and let them hear that this nation belongs to us humans! Humans first! Humanity First!
The Silver Throne: Chapter 2Big Ben ChaseThe Silver Throne: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The weather was finally improving after a whole week of nothing but miserable rain. The lead clouds gently opened here and there to allow sunlight to reach the rooftops of London and the curtain of morning mist slowly unwove as the city awakened. Big Ben chimed seven times, startling the flock of doves nestled in the trees of the garden at Buckingham Palace. Elizabeth awoke and stretched, the first time she'd awaken after such a shock and it all seemed no more than a bad dream. That stretch was utterly natural for one heartbeat, then she stopped and contracted and she realized again that her world had changed and she could never stretch, breathe, or move again as she did before.
They had kept her here for almost a week now, there was no way her five-story high dragon form would fit in any hospital, let alone a comfortable bed. So she lay outside in the moist grass and dirt like a wild animal, they couldn't even set up some form of shelter that would be bi
If No One Will Listen part 1Being a prince, an only child, and the sole heir of a wealthy and powerful family sounded like the ideal scenario for any young child. But for Prince Sheng Li of Gongmen City, it was both his everyday life and his worst nightmare.If No One Will Listen part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And, of course, it was so BORING.
Sheng Li or Shen, as he was more commonly known wanted to be anyone but himself. And it wasn't his so-called elite life that spawned his unhappiness, either; of course he was perfectly content living in a palace and having servants at his beck and call. He enjoyed things like playing outside with his nanny, who was the court soothsayer, and taking kung fu lessons from Master Thundering Rhino. When he wanted a new toy or a more elaborate game to play with, his request was almost immediately granted. Yes, Shen had everything that his mind wanted but nothing that his heart needed.
For one thing, he was sick a lot, thanks to his being born an albino with a practically nonexistent immune system. It seemed like
White Hot Darkness part 1The birth of one's first child is a life-changing event for any new parents. Once the expectancy is confirmed, fantasies of the unborn child soon overtake the mind, and expectations begin to grow. Oftentimes parents are certain that their baby will be healthy, be intelligent, and be able to achieve what is required of them. But things don't always go as planned.White Hot Darkness part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lord Jin and Lady Ah-lam, the Royal Peacocks, were no exceptions to this rule. When they conceived their first egg, celebrations were declared all over Gongmen City, and the young rulers could not have been more delighted. They were not yet ready to think about needing an heir, but they had been eager to become parents for quite some time, and now their wish seemed to be coming true. Soon there would be a new prince or princess to truly unite them as a family, and no sooner had the arrival of the egg been announced than they were dreaming longingly of what a prosperous ruler their little chick would grow up to be.
They gave the
The Guidelines Of WarWritten about the firsthand accounts of Navy SEAL Petty Officer First Class Marcus Luttrell during Operation Redwing in Afghanistan on 28 June 2005, showing the uselessness of the Geneva Conventions when the opposing force do not take after the Conventions themselves. Three of the four Navy SEALs on his team were killed in action due to the vote on letting three goat-herders go, instead of killing them, after they were discovered. The choice was based on the fear of the liberal media labeling them as murderers and resulting in imprisonment of four of our finest service-members; the choice got MOH-recipient Michael P. Murphy and Navy Cross recipients Matthew Axelson and Danny Dietz killed. Luttrell was also awarded the Navy Cross for selflessness in the line of combat.The Guidelines Of War5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Here's what's gotta be said.
I am, by no means, exaggerating the nickname for the nickname ("The Rules' Of War") of the Geneva Conventions, that being the fact that the Geneva Conventions are, simply (withou
SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush themOne of the clear signs of a ProgSheep (aka “Zero sum game kind of Leftist”) being pushed into a corner, knowing that it’s at the end of its rope, is that its mental faculties will start to melt down completely and it will start to lash out in ever more angry and insane ways.SJW (Social Justice Warrior) and how to crush them11 months ago in Personal More Like This
A perfect example would be the Social Justice Warrior variant of the ProgSheepspecies and their antics as of late.
Beset by an overwhelming (and sadly, often unjustified) sense of lack of worth, they’ve devoted their lives to making sure that nobody else is enjoying themselves either.
Like any other ProgSheep subculture, they simply cannot stand anybody doing something they enjoy, because their happiness is a constant reminder of how utterly bereft of joy their own lives are, just as they cannot bear the thought of anybody being successful as that serves as a painful reminder of just how spectacularly they have failed to achieve anything of value themselves.
Thus they constantly strive
Missing YouMissing You4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Cause if one day you wake up
and find that you're missing me..."
Words fade away and some stand clearly, only to be lost again in the never-ending storm of worries, thoughts, dreams, aspirations, plans... how has it come to this in such a short time? We've been walking this path for so long, but no matter when we turn back to look, the distance grows and grows. A few steps, a few miles, it doesn't make a difference, each moment brings changes, some that will remain and scar the pitted road to come.
I miss the road I once walked, I miss the child I wish to remain. The world never waits for anyone, and if you rest awhile on your path, the path will move along for you. Never stopping, never wishing for a short dance across the timestream, there's always more stars in the sky to reach for than ever before.
Those around us, those that we found as friends become much more and much less as the path narrows and those who walked together may walk further away. Parallel paths, never cros