For the Good of the SpeciesFor the Good of the Species9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's your first day, isn't it?"
"Yes. Ah, actually, I'm just an intern. I'm supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti."
"Simonetti? He's on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says 'Director of Genetic Integrity', you can't miss it."
"Thanks! I'd better hurry, I'm almost late."
Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.
"Come on in."
Simonetti, a large man in a brown-mustard suit, looked up from behind the desk. He rose, shook Paul's hand; his grip engulfed Paul's slim fingers, wrapped around his whole palm. "The new intern, right? Great to have you, great. Always glad to see youngsters take an interest in their government. So many people are happy to just let us work that they forget there's no 'us' and 'them', you know
Dystopia: The Hunger Games PoemDystopia: The Hunger Games Poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wake up blinded by the sunlight
Only to realize absence of life's delight
Everyone yearning for brightness
In this place enclosed in darkness
The piercing pain,
The woeful cries
The thirst for greater wealth
To achieve a better health
Families tenuous of starvation
Parents and children seeking direction
Each district secretly wanting insurrection
Against the Capitol's greedy agitation
Iridescent competition for survival created,
Controlling life for entertainment started
All of us longing for an end to this rapture
No longer wanting to suffer from this seizure
This dystopia encased in obscurity
Residents being absorbed by vanity
Can this really be reality?
Why is it devoured in catastrophe?
What caused us to give birth to human bestiality?
L'Autre Rose - The Other RoseL'Autre Rose - The Other Rose4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Title: L'autre Rose (The Other Rose)
Language: French, with English translation
Fandom: Doctor Who, Le Petit Prince
Un jour, dans le voyage du petit prince, il n'a vu pas une planète, pas un homme à qui parler. Dans le ciel, seul un boite. Le boite a été grand et le plus bleu bleu jamais. Le front de le boite avais deux portes, et une fenêtre dans chaque. Un signe au sommet a proclamé « Boite police appel public ». Dans une main provisoire, le petit prince a frappé sa main à la porte.
À le surpris de le petit prince, un homme grand et mince a ouvert le port. Il a été un large sourire dans se visage, comme un petit enfant dans une boutique des jouets. Ses yeux a été large et le couleur de chocolat fondant. Ses cheveux collés dans une manière qui a donné l'apparence d'un
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
How It Works: Chapter 1How It Works: Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Where have you been?!" cried Spike, his tail twitching with anger, but his shoulders sagging with relief. Twilight sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a hoof.
"What's wrong Spike?" she looked around. Her bed was still tucked made from the day before, but it was slightly rumpled, as she had fallen asleep, without getting under the blanket. The first rays of sun blinked through the windows.
"What's wrong?! We couldn't find you anywhere, that's what's wrong! We've been searching for you since noon yesterday!"
"I'm a grown pony, Spike. I don't need to let everyone know what I'm doing and where I am going," Twilight grumbled. She didn't remember much from last night, she just knew that her eyes were stinging and her head pounding. Twilight walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Looking in the mirror she found a warped reflection staring back at her. Her mane stuck out in all directions, there were circle
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
Observe, not ControlObserve the world aroundObserve, not Control4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But do not try to control it
You cannot control what has its own pace
You can only observe and change within
Observe the mindless people
Understand their actions and thoughts
Observe the clouds in their dance
Observe your pain and learn from it
With plain observation comes pure knowledge
Of things how they are without your judgment
Effort to control gives an illusion that you change
The world that is unchangeable and out of reach
Give in to the truths you see
Without prejudice know what's real
Without fear read the mind of god
And see yourself in his face
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
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
How to cut a deficit.10 Downing Street,How to cut a deficit.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear Mr Cameron and Mr Clegg,
I am writing to you today to discuss an issue which, speaking on behalf of the British public, many find bothersome. I am, of course, referring to the deficit. Now, I am fully aware of the fact that you must have already received hundreds, if not thousands of letters from people nationwide expressing concern about the tremendous debt our country faces. However, I urge you not to discard this letter, as this letter contains a valuable thing, something I doubt you will find in the majority of the other letters you receive: a solution.
It has come to my attention that
An Essay for a FriendAn essay for a friendAn Essay for a Friend3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We think we're strong.
We think we're immortal.
We are not.
Today, Friday, February 10, I learned that a close friend of mine from Middle School killed himself. He jumped from the third story of my school to his immediate death. I went to lunch, like any other day and saw a massive crowd in my usual hang-out area.
"Another fight, jeez," I muttered as I passed through the crowd. As I progressed, another friend of mine came out in tears, obviously having seen the body. She informed me of the jump, but was unaware of who he was.
I turned around, to avoid seeing the body. Despite my physical desire to avoid it, some little part of me thought I should see it. I thought I needed to see it. That it was important I see this. I thought to myself "Well, what happened? I mean what REALLY happened?" I went to Walgreens to take my mind off it.
Coming back to school with a Coke and a box of "sweethearts" (those chalky crap valentine's candies sold this time of ye
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock3 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
CTRL +CTRL +4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(a.k.a. The Microsoft Word Alphabet Song)
Hit CTRL + N for a blank new .doc(x),
Let's get this party started;
Or CTRL + O to open and carry on
From where you last departed.
CTRL + D to choose and edit fonts:
They come in every shape and size;
Comic Sans may try to tempt you,
But Arial is far more wise.
Why not try CTRL + B, I or U
To makeover your typeface?
CTRL + F, G, H are a loyal team:
They'll find, go to and replace.
Fancy a match of Word tennis?
CTRL + L, E, R, J will set the stage
For you to rally your lines of text
Back and forth across the page.
CTRL + A's the secret to selecting all:
It'll highlight everything,
While CTRL + Q does the job of clearing
Your paragraph formatting.
CTRL + C and X are copy and cut;
CTRL + V will then duly paste;
CTRL + T and M are for tabs and indents
Don't let that space just go to waste.
CTRL + K rules the hyperlinks
If you're wired to the net;
But first it's F7 for a quick spell-check
You're sure not to regret!
Wish I had CT
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 itů"
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
Dreams of Midnight "TWILIGHT! TWILIGHT!!"Dreams of Midnight4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twilight groaned, and covered her head with her pillow. Trixie had only gotten up a couple of minutes ago, damn it! It was her turn anyways! One thing that the books had never warned her about was how often a parent would need to get up to tend to a newborn foal. Perhaps they didn't mention it because the authors were afraid that nopony would ever become a parent knowing that. Sleep was becoming a luxury, and other, more enjoyable, nocturnal activities were rapidly becoming the dream of a previous life.
If she didn't know better, she would have believed that Luna had done something to their daughter to ensure that Midnight would be a night pony. Perhaps they shouldn't have named her after a time of night, too. Something like 'Sunshine' or 'Midday', that would have been a better idea. Or 'Noon'. There were ponies named Noon, weren't there? It had seemed so poignant at the time to name her afte
Everything Under the Stars Ch1Everything Under the Stars Ch15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please read the Artist's Description below before reading. Thank you.
Chapter One: Abduction
© Lady Owl
A small alien spacecraft slipped undetected past a stationary marker buoy. This buoy is one of trillions that make up a grid that marks the border between known and unknown space. The two creatures within this craft belong to a society of many alien races known as the Concord. Every individual is forbidden from passing this border by law of this Concord. However, these two aliens will risk it for their goal is to explore uncharted worlds, beyond the borders to scavenge anything they can find to take back and sell in the black market. Technology, resources, even alien animals and people unknown to them.
Since the entire mission is illegal, they could face severe criminal charges if caught, but they must. It's within their nature. They're a pirating people. Their very race's survival depends upon their scavenging and profit skills. They're a sim
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.Never Again :: Stony3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
The Anthem of HarmonyThe Anthem of Harmony4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil
Honesty will fight against any lies
Kindness will aid those overwhelmed by anger
Laughter will wither all sadness away
Generosity will help those in need
Loyalty will strike bravery into the hearts
Magic will then make everything complete!
Rise forth once more
With the sun and moon guiding their way
They will always prevail!
You'll find your way!
Lift us through
In souls and hearts!
Rise forth once more
Spirits of Harmony
When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil!
Honesty will help stand us firm as mountains
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Kraina Wiecznej MlodosciDzisiaj były jego trzydzieste urodziny.Kraina Wiecznej Mlodosci5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Locke załamał ręce.
Leżąc na wznak na łóżku w swoim własnym pokoju omiótł jeszcze raz posępnym spojrzeniem ściany dookoła siebie. Na zewnątrz panowała pochmurna, ciemna szarówka i radosny, błękitny odcień pokoju był teraz zimny i przygnębiający. Przywodził na myśl sam środek wzburzonego, zimnego oceanu, który lada chwila miał pogrążyć w swojej toni wszystko, co ostatkiem sił unosiło się na jego powierzchni.
Mężczyzna usiadł ze spuszczona głową, podrapał się po swoim kilkudniowym zaroście, po czym powolnym ruchem wstał i podszedł do okna. Osiedle, na którym się wychowywał wyglądało tak jak zwykle. Nie zmieniło się, od kiedy sięgał pamięcią. Jednakowe, szare, ob
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
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
Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster"Get back down here!"Supernatural: Baby Cas and the Tickle Monster1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"NO! Put that d--"
A giggly ball of feathered energy zoomed around the bunker, zapping in and out of rooms to end up on either a shelf or a table. Sam and Dean Winchester were running around uselessly, flapping their arms, trying to grab their infant Castiel. In case you're wondering... It was a hunt. Something went wrong. This was only temporary.
Dean plopped onto the couch, pure exhaustion etched onto his face. Sam was still running after the elusive baby angel. As Dean sat there, he wondered what the hell happened to Cas that turned him from that to a stoic, emotionless angel of the Lord.
Meanwhile, Sam thought he had Cas trapped in a corner of the kitchen. But the toddler was still smiling away. Sam took cautious movements closer to Cas and he wrapped his hands around him finally, but the angel decided to teleport just then. Sam was in the kitchen one moment, and then standing precariously on a stair railing on the upp
Wake UpJim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.Wake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint arom