Someday I'll Go Where There Ain't No Rain Or SnowSummary: Never one to exit without style or flare, Louisiana departs from Project Freelancer with thoughts of home on her mind and no intention of returning. (NOT Agent Louisiana canon! Read the Author's Note!)Someday I'll Go Where There Ain't No Rain Or Snow2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Mother of Invention was silent.
Everyone knew why.
And nobody had the will to protest the silence.
Ever since The Incident, the break-in at Freelancer Command, nothing had been the same. Gone were the missions. Gone were the training schedules. Gone was the manic need to prove yourself, to gain approval from Director Church. And gone were the agents that made Project Freelancer what it was.
Texas went AWOL. York went AWOL with Texas (nobody saw that coming). Maine went on an Insane Killing Spree. North and South were Missing In Action. Who the hell knew, where Wyoming was? Carolina was...
Carolina was... "Lost to us while attempting to secure the objective" as the Director put it, stoic as ever.
There was no memorial service for fallen com
For Better or For Worse ch 1For Better or For Worse ch 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've decided to write a sorta goofy story. I guess you can say this is a spin off from Enceinte
Grabbing the apples on the tray, the country mare inspected the fruits intently which grew a smirk on the Wonderbolt's face. Although it was not the most romantic scene he had in mind, Soarin enjoyed his time with the orange pony. Not use to seeing her as dolled up as she was in the Grand Galloping Gala a few years ago, he appreciated her wholesome look. Her hat tipped slightly which had her push it back up. Soarin soon found himself face to face with two apples that she held out.
"Bruises," she announced, shaking her head, "Bruises all over these apples. What're they doin' with 'em? Playin' baseball and usin' them as balls?" Applejack looked down timidly and set her food down on the table. "My 'pologies. It's the inner farmer in me."
"No worries," Soarin assured, "Cafeteria food is never that good anyway."
"Gosh, Ah hope Rainbow's gonna be fine," Applejack said. The blue Pegasus had
The NightmareThe Nightmare6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sky was a blaze with dark and orange colors. Smoke billowed into the night sky form various areas of the city. Buildings burned rapidly as fires moved from one area to the next, their flames engulfing everything as if some wild animal were gorging itself on new-found food. It was eerily quiet, except for the flames that arched into the night sky. There was absolutely no movement at all; the city was truly dead.
A young pink haired girl cowered in fear as she moved about the area scanning for any signs of life, both friendly and hostile. How did this happen? One moment she was in bed, and the next all hell breaks loose. S
Blunder and Lightning - 1 of 3Blunder and Lightning - 1 of 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dawn was fast approaching in Ponyville, with everypony still asleep... except for one.
In a clearing not far from Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie stood next to a large contraption while leafing through a hard-bound book. Eventually, she found what she was looking for, and closed it, reading the title on its cover once more: "Winged Species of Equestria."
It would serve her well. Then again, most the books she borrowed from Twilight usually did.
After placing the book inside the contraption's side basket, she hopped on its seat, placed her hind hooves on its pedals, and used them for their intended purpose. The contraption's wheels turned, allowing her to roll, as she steered straight ahead with her front hooves, first along a smooth meadow, and then down a speed-yielding hill.
Once she was satisfied with her acceleration, she made sure the path before her was clear, and then moved one front hoof from the vehicle's secondary controls. With a pull of levers, the adjustments she had recently
To War, to WarTo War, to WarTo War, to War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash slowly made her way amongst rows of dark tents in the Equestrian encampment. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a shade of dark crimson and covering the empty alley in sharp shadows. The only sounds reaching her ears were the crackling of campfires hidden from her view by the tents, no doubt surrounded by silent soldiers who had nothing more to converse about, and the clattering of the armor on her chest meeting her shoulder guards with every step forward. She had been invited by the Princess to attend a meeting of the commanding officers of the four armies in the joined camp. They were to discuss the plans for the coming weeks of the march southwards across the continent.
Dash was alone with her thoughts on her way to the hill in the center of the camp. How had it come to this? Each link in the chain of events leading up to this moment had made sense in its own right, and yet the chain as a whole surpassed her. They were joining other cou
IIIIt had been three days to date since Jim's little show.III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sebastian was waiting for Moriarty's return. He would continue forth with his daily routine, constantly expecting Jim to sidle up alongside him with that grin of his, hat pulled down low over his sunglass clad eyes, a hand tugging on Seb's arm, dragging him home, giving him a new assignment.
It had been three weeks to date since Jim's little feature.
Sebastian wasn't worried yet. Why should he be? His boss would do this quite frequently, vanishing for months at a time on some sudden whim of his fancy. Whether it was to take down a target or because a new hobby had captured his interest for a short period, sending him dancing around the globe to collect them all.
It had been three months to date since Jim's little exposé.
Sebastian still wasn't worried about his boss, but there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach, much like a lead ball weighing him down.
He made certain to jog by Jim's
Experiment 15 Ch 2: Death ListMinutes later, or what I think is minutes, I cough slightly. Jeez I feel like hell. You'd be amazed how much dying really messes with ya.Experiment 15 Ch 2: Death List7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then, just as I'm beginning to wake up, I hear someone walk towards me. They must be pretty skinny. I can barely feel the vibrations from their footsteps. Then, whoever it is, lifts the sheet off my face and I opened one eye to look at them. Wouldn't ya know it. It's the ninja girl.
"Hi." I say casually. Apparently she wasn't expecting that since she screamed and jumped about 10 feet. Unfortunately, when she jumped, she dropped the sheet back onto my face.
"Thank you." I mutter sarcastically as push the sheet aside. "What? Haven't you ever seen a corpse before?"
I look around them and see nothing but looks of shock.
Then Blond Boy (aka Cloud) speaks up. "Yes. But the ones we normally see don't talk." I look at them surprised.
Really? Well what the hell kinda corpses do you see?
Dead ones. Cid muttered, his mouth
A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.A Slightly Cruller Fate, Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excuse me, Princess?"
"Just one moment!" Thunk. Somewhat dazed, Luna pulled her face away from the desk. "Come in!" she said, her horn and muzzle throbbing slightly.
Through the door trotted - oh, what a surprise! Yet another pony levitating a stack of papers about twice the size of the last. "Princess," he said, oblivious to the piercingly-annoyed glare in Luna's eyes, "The request to change the Equestrian national tree from the Holly Oak to the Bay Willow has been withdrawn, so the reinstatement paperwork needs to be filled out."
This late at night? "Alright," replied Luna, already readying her quill, "I think I can-"
"And," he interrupted, "The budget cuts for the School for Gifted Unicorns need to be finalized."
That again?! "Of course." Luna nodded, keeping her voice
Gazing AboveGazing AboveGazing Above4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From the heavens, Yue the Moon Spirit looked down on the Earth.
She saw victory. The ones she had loved in life triumphed over the Fire Nation and Sozin's Comet, restoring balance. She watched as they reunited after their separate battles. She watched as the Honorable Prince was crowned to the applause of members of all nations. She watched as those nations rebuilt under the guidance of her friends and family. She watched as love flared between them.
Yue watched all this alone.
Among the changes that were overtaking the globe was a renovation of the Fire Lord's throne room. Dark wood was taken away, and windows were opened in the walls. Gold plating, pressed with intricate designs by the Sun Warriors, gilded every surface of the room, shining like the sun itself. Once completed, Yue's loved ones gathered once again, and witnessed as the new Fire Lord took his place and relit the Fires of the Throne.
Yue alone picked up on the detail; it would be invisible to any rel
Chapter 4. The Dark StormChapter 4. The Dark Storm6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Dark Approaching Storm
In an Underground laboratory near Los Angeles. Lab techs were busy working away on their various projects. They were some of the world greatest minds in programming, physics, chemistry, and biology; they were working in a darkly illuminated room. In the center was a large towering, reddish green Supercomputer. It was shaped like a pyramid and was conne
Eternal Bonds Chapter 1.Eternal Bonds Chapter 1.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a calm, yet cold day in Ponyville. The weather team had done a fine job with weather conditions lately. The week had been filled with the warm sun shining over the snow covered landscape; making it glitter in the sunlight. In the distance, Canterlot could be seen shimmering in the sunlight as if it was frozen in time and space. The sight was one to behold as the white marble walls of the royal castle appeared like a second sun on the horizon.
Ponyville was just a couple of days away from the traditional Winter Wrap Up. Everyone was busy preparing their homes and tools for the job. Applejack spent the last couple of days fixing the damages the plows had sustained during the last Winter Wrap Up, but was struggling to get it done. The equipment was much more totaled than originally thought. Rainbow Dash, on her vacation day, even joined in on Applejack's endeavors by keeping the sky clear of clouds so that the work could
Till Death Do Us Part"Agent Montana never thought before he did things, he simply acted. This unfortunate habit got him into a lot of trouble with his superiors and especially his wife, Iowa. Though kind and caring at heart, Monty was always up for a good practically joke and could never pass on the opportunity to dish out a perfect insult.Till Death Do Us Part2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There wasn't a single member of the Freelancer Project that Montana didn't consider his friend, regardless of how they felt toward him. The large Irish man would gladly give his last beer to anyone aboard the Mother of Invention without hesitation. Perhaps it was his giving nature that was his ultimate downfall. Though we all miss him, I feel I speak for all of us in saying we wouldn't have had him any other way.."
Gun shots rang out all around the small team of Freelancers that had been sent out to an Insurrectionist base to retrieve vital information for the Director. Agents Nor
Symbol HuntSymbol Hunt2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As you trudge along the old trail, muddy and overgrown with angry thorn bushes, you see a glimpse of a tattered, old, worn piece of paper. When you reach down for the paper, you wince as sharp thorns tear at your skin. You lift up the paper, examining it in your hands. The thick paper feels rough and grimy. The text has been faded and blurred, and most of the words are incomprehensible. It seems to be an old flier. In the center lies a triangle. Something within you reacts to this symbol. A shiver runs down your spine. Perhaps you're just cold. But your fate doesn't think so.
One ShotOne Shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seb kept his gun in hand, his sight tracking John as he jumped from the Taxi. Jim wouldn't just shoot Sherlock, he had to fall, he would never ruin his perfect ending.
There was only one person that could have been shot on that rooftop, no matter how much Seb refused to believe. He brought a hand to his ear, switching on the com system between him and Jim.
"Sir, I need the word, I've got the doctor in sight. Should I Shoot?"
"Boss, I need the word. Yes or no?"
Still no word.
"Dammit Jim, answer me you bastard!" Seb found himself screaming over the line, as if he
could bring Jim back by cursing and insulting him.
Seb focused back on his target.
He could shoot him.
He could do what Jim had promised.
He could burn Sherlock's heart right out with one bullet.
Instead he found himself watching as John screamed his best friends name and began to run. Sherlock had fallen from St Barts, Jim had gotten his perfect ending, what would he have said if Seb were to shoot right now.
You're So Vain"No." Remus carried on reading his book. "I won't go."You're So Vain9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Go on, Rem. Please?" Sirius perched on the arm of the chair. His chair, really, but since Remus had moved in with him two months earlier it had become 'Rem's reading chair'. "It's a great bar, you'll really enjoy it…"
Remus lowered his book. "It's just going to be another one of those bars where the alcohol would kill an elephant. No thanks."
"Wrong! This place is upmarket. It has one of these weird Muggle thingies, a 'karrie and okie' thing."
Remus sighed, trying to avoid looking at Sirius' puppy dog eyes and pouting lips. "You'll just abandon me at the bar and go off to find someone. Why can't you Floo James to go with you?"
Sirius began to play with Remus' hair. "He won't go into those bars," he said distractedly.
"Ah. A gay bar. And I'm the only one mug enough to go with you."
"Remmie, it'll be fun. I'll tell the guys not to hit on you. What else are you going to do? Sit around at home reading another boring book?" Sirius snat
Fit for a King: Prologue-.-.-.-Fit for a King: Prologue8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was over. It was finally over.
The adventure was done. Torture, you could call it sometimes, but at the bottom line it was still an adventure-- and it was finally over. Nothing's ever been that done in my life before. At least, nothing that ended, dropped off, ceased to exist… and offered something so warm and promising at the end.
God, there was hope. Solid, tangible, edible. Clean and dry like sand. They even wanted me to be King—King of Spargus. Spargus. I said no, but they offered. Dax wouldn't have liked it. At the end, all I knew was that I wanted to stay in Spargus the rest of my life. There was only Dax and me, then, in our home. That's the way it would stay at the end of our last cloister of trials, even though there were things to regret.
Because every time I fight, I lose things.
I lose time, I lose blood, and I lose people. There are only so many ways you can be cut, but people are even more dangerous. You can lose them wi
Kissing DisasterAK47.Kissing Disaster5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gabe and Pete glance up at me, looking confused. I lean against the doorway.
Party. Now. Whos in?
Sure. Ill go for it.
Pete says, standing and stretching.
With the mixtape recording tomorrow and all, its probably not a good idea. But since when have I listened to a good idea?
Gabe? You in a get-wasted mood?
Im always in a get wasted mood.
Gabe says, grabbing his leather jacket and sliding his lanky arms into it.
Count me in.
Its New York. Nighttime. The Decaydance bands are all headed to Angels & Kings - its kind of tradition. The night before recording, whatever band heads to AK47 to hang out and let off some steam. Usually its only one band at a time, sometimes two. With everyone in town for the mixtape recording, the promise of a fun night hangs in the air.
You need to think of something by tomorrow.
Pete says from the backseat. He a
Those nights.Those nights.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If Thera ever said, that she spends some nights after drinking a rather large amount of lyrium with Justice, everyone would just laugh and assume she was trying to be funny; however she isn’t and it turns out that Justice loves those nights. It was one of the few times the mage would let him out, without a fight.
“So why do women paint their nails again?” Justice asked watching Thera sit on her bed, with much intent as she moved a small brush over one of her finger nails, moving the pigment around on it.
“I personally can’t say. I never really had money so I couldn’t afford such things; but I think it’s because it makes us feel pretty.” Thera said smiling. As much of a tomboy she was, she did take joy in doing things like this, mostly because Anders always noticed when she changed colors. He also acted differently when she was all ‘dolled’ up. He was more territorial of her and also he would becom
Things the Orgy will never sayThings the Orgy will never say8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I. Xemnas: " I want my mommy"!
II. Xigbar: " I'm not wearing underwear today"~
III. Xaldin: " Im a Aichmophobic" –sniff-
IV. Vexen: "Awe dose somebody need a hug"?
V. Lexaeus: "I look good in pink…"
VI. Zexion: "And I was like, "Oh my gosh"! and she was like "Oh my gosh,"! and then they were all like "Oh my gosh,"! and soon everyone was like "Oh my goshing,"! Ya know?
VII. Saix: "That's it I'm taking anger management"
VIII. Axel: "The hills are alive with the sound of MUZZECK"!
IX. Demyx: "Screw music I'm going to become an attorney"!
X. Luxord: "Gambling is a vice of the Devil"! –frails Bible around-
XI. Marluxia: -HA-CHO- "God damn these stupid flowers"!
XII. Larxene: " AH it's a BUGGEH get it away, get it awaaay"!
XIII. Roxas: " I AM not emo"
Endangered speciesEndangered speciesEndangered species5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The chronology of post-Nero Vulcans
2258: the planet Vulcan is destroyed by the Romulan war criminal Nero, using 24th century equipment. Six billion Vulcans die in the disaster with some ten thousand surviving on starships and off-world colonies.
A mysterious old man, who calls himself "Uncle Selek" leads the survivors to the planet of P'Jem, the site of an ancient Vulcan shrine. Colony V is established.
In the outside world: The United Federation of Planets is prepared to fight a war against the Romulan Star Empire. Three Constitution class starships are given funding to be built to oppose the Romulan threat.
2259: The birth of the first child on Colony V, named T'Kelek. She becomes the symbol of Vulcan exile.
Colony V's first census registers 9875 persons. Approximately 150 persons are stationed on Federation member worlds, in the Klingon Empire and in the Gorn Hegemony as diplomats and merchants.
In the outside world: War with the Romulans successfully avoided aft
Fit for a King: 1-.-.-.-.-Fit for a King: 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jak ain't happy.
This place is gettin' to him. It's crawling underneath his skin, rippin' up every stitch Spargus made—anyone with a pair of eyes can see his game face chipping. The guy hates Haven, and if those snoots knew what was good for the world in general, not to mention his 'EMPIRE', they'd airlift him out before he frikkin' explodes.
The wastelands? That was months ago. Months.
Funny, sayin' that. It used to be 'Oh, that's so last yesterday'-- or even the lovely 'Food? Oh, that was so last week' when we were runnin' from the Guard. But things are bigger now, and bigger don't mean better. It ain't just me and him anymore, and it ain't JUST Haven.
Haven's a… thing now. Before, it was some twisted chain of alleyways that kept Jak and me from gettin' lynched. Some kind of enemy fused with an obstacle course. Now, those alleyways are some neat gridlines on a map—a map filled with whining people who think this is OUR fault, and want us to do cl
Dance In The Dark Chpt9Matthew headed to his small room after the performance, maybe a little quicker than normal, but no one seemed to take notice. He closed the door and finally looked at his palm and what Crystal had scrawled there. He squinted at it. It looked like a phone number, and there was a name under it, "Mael". His eyes widened. Wait . . . what?! That's the name of the Vampire King! How did she get the number of the Vampire King?! He stared at the name, afraid that it was going to burst into flames on his palm. Why? How? He felt a panic attack coming on. Chuck. I have to tell Chuck. Chuck had free access to the phone. Having to do all the financial stuff he had Anzelm's complete trust to contact the outside. Matthew left his room and went toward Chuck's office, still staring at his hand in fear and amazement. He was so distracted that he banged bodily into the door.Dance In The Dark Chpt93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come in, Matt." Chuck's voice was amused, "But open the door first."
Matthew opened the
NinjaTales From Caduceus: Chapter 5 "Ninja"Ninja7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of all the employees at Caduceus, only one seemed to care about Halloween.
His name, was Tyler Chase.
Every year, Sidney sent out a memo that invited the employees to dress up for the holiday, failing to solicit any form of excitement from anyone but the blonde surgeon.
The night before Halloween, Tyler called everyone on staff to make sure that they were going to dress up with him. And like the nice people they all were, assured their co-worker that he would not be the only one dressed up.
But when Tyler Chase walked into work to see no one decked out but himself
You guys are the biggest bunch of lame-asses I have ever met!
Sidney laughed from his office as Tyler stomped down the hallway angrily.
Dressed in full ninja gear, Tyler rounded the corner of Caduceuss second floor, walking into the break room.
He spotted Derek over at the coffee maker, taking a sip of his precious caffeinated beverage as he
Dance In The Dark Chpt13Adrian held onto the unconscious Sheryl. It had been quite easy to catch up to her, despite her initial speed she seemed to be weakening. The silver probably accounted for some of that, but the fact that she'd passed out hinted at a more serious issue, as did her ice cold skin. His attention was briefly taken by the fact that he sensed Mael passing overhead. Well, that made things simpler if he was in the neighborhood. The faster this was dealt with the better; he did not relish the idea of babysitting a suicidal and potentially homicidal vampire for any length of time. He looked over his shoulder at Aidan, who was also not moving as fast as he should or could normally. "Aidan. You have been with her, do you know the last time she fed?" Adrian watched as his son seemed to be thinking hard about something. It was a process Adrian had never seen occur on Aidan's face and found it rather intriguing.Dance In The Dark Chpt133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aidan tried to process the memories still lingering from when he drank from her. The last