First Battle of Eden: Part 1The First Battle of EdenFirst Battle of Eden: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Josheua Samuelson
A Chronicles of Man Short Story
The chime pierced the silence of the flag officer's quarters aboard the Alliance battleship Kilimanjaro, and Vice Admiral Harriet Spencer's azul eyes opened begrudgingly before the chime called again. Sighing, the five foot nine woman rolled to her side and glanced up at the communication panel at her bedside, tapping the glowing accept key and designating voice only. After all, it wasn't right for an admiral to talk to her subordinates while half naked.
"Spencer, go ahead." She said and noted the grogginess of her own voice as she checked the time. Zero t
love or logic?Love? ....or Logic?love or logic?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my life I have chosen practicality over everything
As I have chosen anything over emotion.
Love? ....or Logic?
I met someone
Who I think needs me.
And who I think I need.
Love? ....or Logic?
If I choose love, I lose everything I have been working for.
But if I choose those goals,
I may lose what happiness I have not managed to purge myself of.
Love? ....or Logic?
VanityBeauty is not just skin deep,Vanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It thrives in a person's soul,
The benefit of surface beauty some do reap,
But the beauty within is what makes one whole,
If one is vain the world will see,
But the kind and meek none do seek,
Fame and money they say is the worlds true key,
But love and true happiness, akin to the meek.
DruidaDruida1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
He vivido cuarenta y dos mil ciclos lunares velando por la protección de los distintos territorios poblados antaño por mi raza. Hace mucho tiempo éramos miles, decenas de miles. Nuestra sociedad era próspera y nuestros hermanos del sur eran aún más numerosos que nosotros. Elfos altos, de pelo oscuro y ojos claros; estaban preparados para la guerra. Nosotros en cambio éramos pacíficos, de cabellos dorados bañados por el sol y miradas penetrantes. La naturaleza de mi raza siempre ha sido bondadosa, y siempre he creído que gracias a eso, nuestra sociedad se alzó pr&oacu
Characters of Omega: Roran MachiavelliCharacters of Omega: Roran Machiavelli1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Designation: Core World, Upper Class (Politician)
Homeworld: New Queensland
Appearance: Tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, mild athletic build
Chosen clothing: Military-grade brown trench coat with dark khaki jeans, clothing otherwise varies
Skills: Great leader, excellent marksman, specializes in the use of dual-wielding pistols
Backstory: Born the only child of a wealthy family, Roran Machiavelli had the privilege of becoming the son of the Sector Senator when he was only five years old once his father, Charles Darwin Machiavelli, was elected by a landslide due to his political campaign and his promise to
Transhuman RevolutionWake up to see through different eyesTranshuman Revolution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A faster world under a wider sky
A stronger body, a sharper mind
Would you be afraid to change?
Humans crawl and humans die
Seeking forms that let them fly
To shed old genes like butterflies
What should we lose? What can we gain?
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Artificially TemptingArtificially Tempting9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Can you see that light illuminating the heavens?
It brings false hope to the hearts of men
I no longer can …
see my path lying
Between the world of the damned and the world of man
I had no choice
In the world of angels
Where beauty masks silent sadness
I broke free
I fought for my independence
Thus crept in my heart a darker malice
For on this path I trampled…
So I sought the flames of Hades
To purge my soulless body of love
A love that deludes the lost ones above me
I fashioned new wings
With feathers to match my sins
For the smo
DecadenceYou live in decadence,Decadence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were raised
Dipped in ambrosia,
resting on clouds
of silk and satin
that caress every inch
with a lover's touch.
As humanity burns
outside your haven.
You are priestess
and god alike.
The world is your oyster,
you pluck it from the sea
in search of pearls.
InterceptorInterceptor5 months 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 cert
GOW - Girls only wrestlingGOW - Girls only wrestling6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Eyaaahhhh!!!" Haruko cried as she was pinned down. One person pinned each arm down, and two other people were pinning her legs down over her head. She grit her teeth, trying to overpower her attackers, but it was no use, she was just too tired.
Counted one of her attackers. Haruko was in the living room of her own house, having a mock match on the floor with all four of her brothers. They all managed to keep her down for three seconds right before Haruko sprung free of the boys' trap. Haruko laid face down on her stomach panting heavily before looking looking at her neko brothers. They were only about a year or two younger t
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,And If There Is a God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet strings
His beautiful, ancient hate
And all-too-modern smile-
If He is there,
Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,
Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-
If He is there,
Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of children
And drain gates
And smiling politicians-
If He is there,
Then my pity is not for Him,
But for His.
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview6 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview4 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing oth
Apart Chapter 2: The SummonsA few hours later, Hinata was awake, going through the motions of getting ready for the day. She had risen from her bed, from the security of her quilt, wiped her eyes, and had slowly hopped into the shower, like an automaton. Hinata's eyes never looked up as the warm water washed over her, washed the salty remains of her silent tears away. Her head was bent in sadness, in self-pity.Apart Chapter 2: The Summons6 years ago in Teen More Like This
She got out, dried herself, and threw on her normal clothes, pulling her soft hoodie over her head and slipping into its comfort. Breakfast was a glass of milk and some toast, and she munched it halfheartedly, her pale purple eyes glossed over and half closed.