Demo's DayThe alarm bell clamored throughout the entire BLU base. It wasn't a RED Spy like the last time (we all know how well THAT went), but a caravan of three RED Scouts were running in, hooting and hollering. They thought they were hot shit, confident that their trio could swarm around anything that tried to stand in their way.Demo's Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And they might have been right: any living thing that blocked them was greeted by a swift death via a flurry of bats. Unfortunately for them, our Engi's fully upgraded Sentry isn't phased by aluminum sport equipment.
I sit in the corner, back against a wall (someone's gotta show the team proper Spy prevention protocol), and wait for the little bunnies to hop right into our Sentry's killing zone.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go! Woohoohoo!" shouts one of them as he comes in from around a corner. The Sentry lets out a shrill chirp as it spots him, then proceeds to turn him into Scout-flavored swiss cheese.
His two living fellow Scouts become aware of the mechanized threat
DeadlineDeadlines. Oh, how Langston Parker hated deadlines. They always seemed to crawl toward him at first, picking their way leisurely through weeks of plotting and typing and revising and retyping; but then they suddenly screamed, "BOO!" and leaped out from behind his computer monitor to torment him through the final weeks leading up to publication. His editors loved setting them. He was all too adept at breaking them.Deadline8 years ago in Horror More Like This
He leaned forward in his computer chair, squinting at the screen through eyes clouded from lack of sleep. Four empty mugs stood at easy reach around him, resting on stacks of discarded manuscript. Stacks that were growing taller with every passing hour when they should have been shrinking – the Day of Reckoning was a mere seventy-two hours away, and he still had fourteen chapters to write.
The bags under his eyes twitched, as though encouraging the lids above them to close. Parker blinked them into submission and rested his fingers on the keyboard once more. They spit out a s
Heavy and Kan discuss weapons▲: HIT ME. I DARE YOU.Heavy and Kan discuss weapons4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
▲: WE MUST FIGHT. THIS IS A FIGHT, DA?
▼: I Wasnt Trying To Start One
▼: Not Really In The Mood To Fight To Be Honest
▲: RUN HOME TO MAMA TINY BABY MAN.
▲: I guess is good to meet you?
▼: You Seem To Be Considerably Larger Than I Am Anyway So I Doubt It Would Be A Fair Fight
▼: You Are Most Definitely A Real Giant Of A Man
▲: Yes. Is good day to be giant man.
▲: What is name?
▼: My Name Is Kanaya Maryam
▼: Whats Yours
▲: Ivan. But most people call me Heavy Weapons Guy.
▼: Its A Pleasure To Meet You Ivan
▼: Or Heavy Weapons Guy If That Is What You Prefer To Be Known As
▲: What do you do with life?
▼: Well I Sew Mostly
▼: I Read Novels And Used To Tend To My Garden Back When I Had One
▲: Ah. I assumed all troll on here were men.
▲: Seems not all are.
▲: And here i was, prepp
A World Without RainbowsA World Without Rainbows4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A World Without Rainbows - Act I: The First Breach
Chapter 1 - Entrada
The voice carried authority. It was the voice of a pony who had the situation under control, who knew what she was doing at all times, almost laughter in the face of peril. But it was also an honest voice, one of compassion and loyalty, one whose softness came not from weakness, but from kindness. It was a magical voice. Most of all, it was a voice of royalty, and it spoke again.
"Twilight Sparkle," said Princess Celestia. "Pray tell, what do you think you are doing?"
In the middle of the large chamber, the unicorn pony Twilight Sparkle searched desperately for an exit, but the royal guards had already blocked them all. The question gave her reason to pause, and she wondered what she was doing. She didn't remember how she had gotten here, only that she needed to escape.
One of the guards, an earth pony named Silver Shiel
Creepypasta - GothitaI found the cutest pokemon in the grass today. It wears little white bows in its hair, and has the biggest baby blue eyes you've ever seen. I was just eating lunch when I heard a rustle in the grass, and there it was, hiding behind a tree and looking at me. I think it must have been shy, it was so adorable. I didn't even have to fight it, I just held out one of the cookies I was eating and it came running up and hugged my arm. So of course I had to bring it home. A quick search on the PC told me it was called a gothita. (I wish I had a pokedex, but those are only for registered trainers.) She's making friends with Chippy my patrat and Lilly my lilipup right now, I bet they'll be best friends. I think I'll call her Ribbon.Creepypasta - Gothita4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can't get over how cute Ribbon is. I could watch her play with Lilly all day. She even put a little bow in her hair too! I think she tries to be extra cute when she knows I'm watching. When I'm sitting and working, she comes into the room and just watches me. She mu
The Sun's Song, Ch. 1--------The Sun's Song, Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting. Another night was about to begin.
A purple, regal-looking pegacorn gazed up into the darkening sky, checking the feel of the world around her. It would be quiet, by the look of things. Quiet, starry, peaceful. There were but two things missing: the moon, and the right music.
Princess Luna looked back down again, gazing over a small band of assorted ponies that now surrounded her. Some carried a few woodwind instruments; others, strings; still others, percussion. A few performed basic vocal exercises, honing their collective tones. The princess gave a faint smile. Yes, everything was proceeding as planned. Tonight would be a fine performance to honor the rising of the moon.
"Hello, Princess Luna! Sorry I'm late. I was so busy reading I lost track of the time!" a unicorn with a dark purple coat and mane trotted up to her, a glow surrounding both her horn and a wooden pan flute.
"..." Luna frowned. She honestly disliked her elder sister's
Mother Mew"...Mewtwo... do you know... how you were truly created...?"Mother Mew4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Pokémon looks up before answering with his same hardened expression.
I.. was created... in a lab..
I look at him fearlessly, and hold up a small wooden figure of a mew.
"That's only what they wanted you to think, Mewtwo... you have a mother, just like any other Pokémon. True, you look very different to her- but also very similar. She gave birth to you in an egg as any Pokémon does..."
The Pokémon looks confused now
a mother...? then what of my creation?
I feel a twinge of pain.
"Mewtwo... you once looked very much like your mother. What those scientists did... they only... deformed you..."
Mewtwo looks slightly saddened now, shadows under his usually angry eyes.
I do not understand... why do you tell me this?
I look at him and smile.
"It is your right to know who you truly are... Mewtwo... within the pokeball on my belt... your mother sleeps..."
His face suddenly looks shocked.
TG - The Art of FuThe Art of Fu: A Legend BeginsTG - The Art of Fu5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been lucky for a while.
As a little kid, I wanted to get picked for something in class and the teacher just happened to pick me. I got the winning run in a little league game because the other team committed seventeen errors in a single play. A prize machine once paid out all its tickets to me.
It didn't happen with everything. And sometimes, on the things I wanted the most, it never seemed to work. But when I was really focused and relaxed, it was like things bended my way. It got really weird when I wanted a personal fridge in my bedroom and it just appeared one day. So far as my mom was concerned, I'd had it for years.
I thought of my friend with black hair instead of blond hair (like he always wanted) and he came to school with it one day. I always happened upon the biggest secrets in Zelda, I never died in any of the bullet hell shooters I loved, and I always won in matches verses friends.
I was humble about it with all the dirty looks I
FFIX: Loss of MeProtecting My Devotion/FFIX: Loss of Me11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Loss of Me
from Final Fantasy IX
lyrics by Joseph Blanchette
This is a tale, a tale of a man,
iron of glove, and blade in his hand.
Devoted his life to false faility,
duty or death, and blind loyalty.
This is the way, he remained to this day,
`til a young woman showed him the way.
Made him realize, he had his own will
his inner self doubt he was able to kill.
Ill give my life to thee,
my love for all eternity.
And though it may be hard to see,
You grieve for the Loss of Me
If we separate and then,
Ill fight a thousand men.
Just to be by your side,
with my courage and pride.
This is a tale of the Queens Royal Guard,
who over the years, her heart has grown hard.
Lives out her life, on the Queens behalf,
choosing the drawn out war beaten path.
This is the way, she remained to this day,
til a bold knight, showed her the way.
Made her realize, to speak her own mind
and the soul underneath was both gentle an
RegicideThe goddess of the sun sat idly munching her royal dinner at the head of an unnecessarily long dining table. Laid out before her were silver plates decorated with foodstuffs hailing from the furthest and most exotic corners of Equestria. Celestia liked the royal dining hall, although it was a little opulent for her tastes. Vast as it was, with baroque paintings and carvings decorating the walls as well as the supporting pillars which stood on either side of the long, rectangular table. A set of golden armored pegasi flanked each of the doorways and they blended in humorously with the decorations. So unmoving, one might easily mistake them for statues.Regicide4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The princess was just about to bite down on a particularly delicious looking pastry when a disheveled looking brown earth pony burst through one of the double doors. A large pair of saddlebags adorned his sides and obscured his cutie mark.
He was attempting to charge the princess, but he quickly found himself wedged between two guardsponi
Premonition BluesPremonition Blues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.
No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.
And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.
Red Velvet, Black VelvetRose Lalonde is not familiar with adults. Her mother only invites friends for "tea" on occasion, and they all might as well be the same woman. They form a blurred parade in her mind, a never ending procession of socialites toeing the line of middle-age. She sees their different outfits, different press-dried hairstyles, but always, always that same copy-pasted smile fresh from the school of passive aggressive knocks. Oh, what a charming dress, I remember having one like that as a little girl. Oh, you're still writing your little stories? Good for you, it's good to spread out of those dark little horror books you always read. Little, little, little- always the operative word.Red Velvet, Black Velvet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mr. Egbert is different. For one thing he is, as his name may suggest, a man. Her experience with older men is almost non-existent, and from her point of view they might as well be a different species from her entirely: silent, rugged beasts stalking jungles of business suits and automobiles. He does indeed
1: The Mistake“Dreyden… We need to talk.”1: The Mistake2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was what she said. That was where it all ended. Or where it all began, depending on which way you looked at it.
“This just… isn’t working. I mean-… Listen-… I love you. I’m never going to say that I don’t, but-…”
It was already over, and he knew it.
It wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with a breakup, but it was the first time that it hurt.
Dreyden Blazer hadn’t had a single thing ever turn out right in his life. Twenty-five years of absolute failure, constant disappointment, and an impressive amount of rotten luck.
That was just life, as far as he was concerned.
Ever since he was born, Dreyden believed, it had always been his destiny to be nothing more than a screw-up. Because that’s what he was: a mistake.
His brother was the one they wanted. Brian was the good child. Brian was the successful one. He was thirty-two now; handsome, muscular- and everythin
Gangnam Style (USUK)...Gangnam Style (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"America, it's a stupid song. I'm not dancing to it."
England crossed his arms over his chest and attempted to glare at America.
America only pouted as he paused the music video.
"Do you even know what they're bloody saying?" England asked, looking at the computer.
America shrugged. "Nope," He answered. "But, the dances moves are pretty fucking cool," He said, pulling England out of the chair. "Dance with me~!" America said, hugging England close to him.
England only cursed under his breath, and tried to push America off of him. "No. It's a stupid bloody song and a stupid dance that's not even in English! Do you even know what language it is in?" England asked, finally seperating himself from America.
America sighed and let England sit down again. "I don't know what language it's in..." He said. He suddenly got an idea. He pouted and did his best sad puppy face. "Please, Iggy...?"
England's eyes widened and he tore his gaze away from America. "N-No-no...
Mommy? -Cloverfield-WARNING!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED CLOVERFIELD AND/OR HAVE NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO THE REVIEWS/THEORIES/VIRAL TIE-INS. THOUGH THIS SHORT STORY MAY END UP HAVING NO RELEVANCE TO THE PLOT OF THE MYTH OF THE CREATURE, THERE ARE STILL SPOILING ELEMENTS TO THE FILM AND FAKE NEWSCASTING ON THE WEB. WATCHING THE FILM FIRST IS STRONGLY ADVISED!Mommy? -Cloverfield-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And now for those who have passed by the warning or don't give a damn, please enjoy the following interputation of the monster of the movie, based on recent reports of what the design and concept of the creature was "to be" or "were" based on.
What has happened to the world?
Where did these fleshy ants come from?
Why have the oceans gotten so small?
Where is my mommy?
I was sleeping for so long
The days have turned to years
I thought I was safe here
Knowing my mother was with me
Then something crashed from the sky
And the ants began to make so much noise
I finally awoke to a fright
My mother was nowhere to b
A Small World- Ch 8A Small World- Ch 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Small World
I took a step back, gripping my chest. It felt as if the room was spinning a hundred miles a minute.
No. Absolutely not. Impossible! It was impossible! My dad was not abusive! He never hurt me! He never hit me at least. He well he had always acted like he wanted to hit me but always held back. He had tried to only once because he was drunk. But since it was that once, I forgave him. He couldn't have seriously thrown a bookshelf on top of Kieran. Kieran couldn't have been my brother! Wouldn't I have known if I had a brother? And we looked nothing alike! This made no sense!
"Kieran," Cyrus breathed, taking a step forward.
Kieran, shuddering intensely, went to grab for the doorknob but the sweat forming on his hand made it slip off the metal and he lost his balance, falling onto the carpeted floor.
"Please," He pleaded, as my father took another step closer to the helpless blonde. "Stay away from me. Please
A Small World- Ch 6: Part 1A Small World- Ch 6: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Small World
Chapter 6, Part 1
"W- What?" I stared at the blonde boy with wide eyes as he looked down at me with tear-filled ones.
"My dad became extremely abusive after my mom died," Kieran began. "Before, he was a really great dad. He never laid a finger on me. Would never make me do things I didn't want to. But things changed. My mom was hit by a drunk driver while she was crossing the street when I turned 16. My dad was so traumatized by the whole thing; he just snapped under the stress. He started getting into drugs and alcohol. We were pretty good with money. He owned a huge company but it didn't stop him from getting into shit."
My eyes widened as I heard my intoxicated father stumble down the stairs. Shit! I wasn't prepared for him to get drunk right now. Before I could do anything, a shaky hand clamped down onto my shoulder.
"Kieran." I gulped and slowly turned to face him.
"Y- Yes, dad?"
"Go to the city and pick up what I asked for."
Bloody Panjandrum- UsUkStanding with his hands proudly on his waist, England smiled surveying the wonderful scene before him. True it was raining as usual and he was on a beach, but that did not diminish his enthusiasm he felt welling inside his chest. England had waited too long for this day, putting too much work into planning and design to let anything get him down. Not the rain, not the voice of naysayers advising him against this and not even his big brother Scotland who had joined them today could deter England. Proudly, he walked over to give one final inspection, smiling broadly at his ingenious work.Bloody Panjandrum- UsUk2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Today was the day he was going to test his latest weapon. The Grand Panjandrum, the device that would help the Allied Forces break the Atlantic Wall Germany had set up along the northern seaboard of Europe. Hopefully, it would allow them to gain the upper hand in the war. England sighed, the one person he wished could be here was back at home with important work of his own. America always seemed to
Bomb Aftereffect - AmeJapHonda Kiku, otherwise known as the nation of Japan, was kneeling on the scattered debris and rubble caused by the atomic bombs. His white uniform tattered and stained with his blood. There was a wound near his left shoulder and gashes on his arms, chest and abdomen. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life and never so much in past centuries. Over the past four years, the war has taken its toll on him as so were Italy and Germany, as with everyone who participated in this damn war.Bomb Aftereffect - AmeJap5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Honda's wounds consisted of his people and land. Dead. Gone. He could see in his eyes that those who survived were awfully dismembered and disfigured and most of them were civilians. Two of his cities blown up! Because of whom? All thanks to the United States of America. The first bomb had caused terrible destruction on Hiroshima, hence the wound on Kiku's shoulder. Despite of it, Japan didn't back down so quickly. There had been enough suffering until three days later. The seco
Climax Pegasus -- 1 of 2(Viewtiful Joe x My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)Climax Pegasus -- 1 of 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Part 1 of 2)
--The Space Base Movie Land--
They say that in space, no one can hear you scream--but at present, the corridor of this particular metallic complex was utterly alive with the sounds of kicking, punching, and defiant cries. Conveyor belts were, every once in a while, forced to move unconscious bodies as they became littered with them over time.
The cause of all of this irrational, inexplicable chaos? Justice. Movie-style.
Two people--a young man and woman both clad in tights--propelled themselves off of the faces of mindless monochrome-clothed foot soldiers by way of simultaneous kicks. The man in red twisted repeatedly in midair to avoid retaliation; the woman in blue fired several shots from twin plasma pistols to cover her flight path.
Normally, these two worked as a team; a nigh-invincible duo. Today, however, they were a trio. A pint-sized pe