Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Alice's Aventures in Arkham"Alice! You need to keep up!"Alice's Aventures in Arkham3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The small eight year old looked around at all the windows in the hall her father was taking her down; it was a miracle he was taking her on this tour of his asylum at all. But she just begged to at least know the outside of their little apartment attached to Arkham Asylum.
Her curious eyes looked over people she had only seen on dads TV he occasionally let her watch, all she knew about her dads job was it was dangerous because he worked with the scary people on the news, daddy once told her he "made these monsters become people again" but Alice knew that wasn't true
Jeremiah Arkham looked down at his precious daughter, he had decided since she was 3 to keep her in the apartment he used to use for overnight stays and make it into their permanent home, he never wanted her to get this bad, he wanted his little girl to be home schooled and stay there forever with him, in a safe house away from the crazy outside world. He didn't want her to end up like he
My Little Dashie: Sick DayI woke up one Monday morning, hopped in the shower and got dressed for work. I wasn't exactly looking forward to getting up so early, after all, Dashie and I stayed up pretty late last night playing Checkers. We were still celebrating over her Cutie Mark, I know it's a bit obsessive, but I'm just so proud of her for getting it. Much to my surprise, she's quite the skilled Checkers player. She beat me every single game we played. Although I was sort of holding back, simply because I loved seeing her so happy especially when the reward was a big hug.My Little Dashie: Sick Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I peeked in on Dashie to make sure she knew that I was heading off to work. Upon opening her door, I noticed she was still in bed. This wasn't that unusual; she does usually get up about the same time I do, but she has been known to sleep in once in a while especially when she stays up real late.
"Get up Dashie" I called to her, trying not to startle her too much.
Nice guysNice guys3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nice guys finish last,
That's why I'll treat you like trash,
It's not what I really wanna do.
But, you only date bad guys so,
I'll give it my best try to,
Treat you the way you want me to.
I never open a door,
or pull out a chair.
You can tell me how your day was
but I don't really care.
And if you ever get cold,
you'll just have to hack it,
Cause I'd be cold too
If I gave you my jacket.
Like WHOA, you ain't sittin up front,
Front is for the homies you can sit in the trunk.
I never answer my phone,
Whenever you call it
And when the waiter brings the bill
I never reach for my wallet.
Nice guys finish last,
That's why I'll treat you like trash,
It's not what I really wanna do.
But, you only date bad guys so,
I'll give it my best try to,
Treat you the way you want me to.
And Ima BEAT you!
At every competition.
Going out with the girls
You better get my permission.
Wait no, i take that back, you can't go,
House is on tonight
And that's my favorite show!
Do I look fat in this dre
Who are you?Why should I believe that I don't see?Who are you?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care if you don't agree with me?
Why should I accept things I don't like?
Why should I love everything you do?
Why can't I believe in what I don't see?
Why can't I care for what you say?
Why can't I accept things that we can't agree?
Why can;t I love the things that goes between us?
I chose to believe what I don't see.
Not because I'm an idiot,
Because I want to put faith into something,
other then myself.
Why should I care what you have to say if you don't care for me?
But I chose to care even if I don't want to.
Why can't you accept that not everyone is like you!
Who cares if people don't like a certain thing?
Who cares if one is fat or one is thin?
Who cares if one is a homophobic or one that supports?
Who cares if one is happy or sad?
Who gives? Who cares? Who are you in my life?
Who cares! We're all are human,
and we see different perspectives.
Sooner or later your going to find
someone you hate,
and I w
Masterpiece - Drift X PerceptorDrift was a masterpiece painted in Energon. As he walked through the Lost Light’s corridors, splashed with the blue lifeblood of his fellow crew members and interspersed with the occasional fragments of torn armor, he couldn’t help but wonder when his final brush stroke would come. Gasket’s murderers, Dabola, the Circle of Light, the near close call with the Heart of Darkness, and now Overlord’s escape. There were so many deaths on his helm that he was suffocating under the weight of the flashbacks, memories, and regrets. It was a curse. A curse that had tailed him from the day that Ratchet had told him he was meant for something more than rusting homeless in the streets.Masterpiece - Drift X Perceptor1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Drift no longer believed that it had been Ratchet speaking to him that day, especially not with the medic’s sudden change in attitude towards him. The optic rolling, the snapping, the heated arguments. It didn’t take someone with Perceptor’s intelligence to see that Ratchet re
TFAni: Secret Santa -Part 3-TFAni: Secret Santa -Part Three-TFAni: Secret Santa -Part 3-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Optimus was sitting in a chair in his room. He was searching though his memory banks, looking for something that could give him a clue as to what BumbleBee would like as a gift. He stopped on one that was quite old. It was from some time after he had first met the yellow bot;
An Elite Guard Warrior? The Prime had asked.
Thats right. BumbleBee nodded.
But, you gave it up to help out Bulkhead. It wasnt a question. When Optimus had questioned BumbleBee work ethnics and capabilities, Bulkhead had stood up for the yellow bot, saying that he was a good bot at spark and that it was because of him that the large, green bot had the job that he dreamed of then.
BumbleBee rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment and then looked away from the Prime, No big deal. he muttered.
Optimus smiled at the memory, at times, the yellow bot could be troublesome and a q
TFAni: Secret Santa -Part Two-TFAni: Secret Santa -Part Two-TFAni: Secret Santa -Part Two-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prowl was outside, trudging through the snow in search for fallen branches. It had taken some thinking but the ninja bot had finally decided on what he was going to make Optimus.
Prowl was an observant bot, but even he couldnt really get a read on what the Prime would want for Christmas. But the ninja bot did know this, it was the thought that counted and Optimus would like whatever gift he got, no matter who got him it. The prime was just that kind of bot.
The ninja bot started to head back to the factory. He had enough pieces of wood to create his gift. A hand carved wind chime. Not many bot knew that Prowl could whittle. It was one of his many secret talents.
It wasnt long until Prowl was on the roof of the Autobots home. He climbed through the hole in his rooms ceiling and carefully scaled the tree. The instant his feet were on the floor, the ninja bot knew that there was somethin
Ansatsuken: The Style of the Murderous FistAnsatsuken: The Style of the Murderous Fist5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ansatsuken: 暗殺拳 Murderous/Assassin's Fist
This deadly fighting style is used by many, but mastered by few. As one can deduce from the name, its primary use is for assassination, as nearly every move, special or otherwise, is designed to be a crippling or killing blow to the target.
The style is based not off of a certain style per se, but a loose concept, the origin of which is unknown. Some link it to Japan's Feudal Eras, others trace it to other countries. The elderly Chinese fighter known as Gen practices this concept with two interchangeable styles of Kung Fu, the Mourning Mantis and Hateful Crane. This analysis, however, will focus on the version created by Goutetsu.
Goutetsu: The founder of Ansatsuken Karate. He combined moves from Karate, Judo and Kenpo, and, with the application of ki, made his own style. The end result was a style that is, as a whole, lethal. He was aware of how violent his art was, but apparently did not think much on it. He knew about th
TFAni: Secret Santa -Part One-TFAni: Secret SantaTFAni: Secret Santa -Part One-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was easy for Bulkhead to think of a gift. A painting. But not just any painting, a painting of the ninja bots favorite place. Since the winter had come along, the snow had killed off much of Prowls favorite plants. Even the tree in his room had lost its green leaves. There was no other place outside in Detroit that had vegetation. So, Bulkhead had decided to create a painting, so that way the ninja bot would be able to see his nature in the middle of winter.
After rummaging through his memory banks for the perfect image, Bulkhead has chosen the largest canvas that he had. He walked over to where his had all his paint buckets and mop-brushes on the floor. Choosing the what he needed, he carried them over to where he had his canvas set up. After shaking the paint cans, the green bot gently popped the lids off of each of them. He chose the largest mop to use to paint the base color. After dipping the mop into p
A. McGee's Alice, Chapter 1Beyond A Shattered Looking GlassA. McGee's Alice, Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: First Meetings
Received confirmation from the Superintendent that I will be given the opportunity to treat a very troubled and difficult patient. Dubious honour! Her name is Alice, and her prognosis is not promising. After looking at her file, Im astonished she has survived this long. She has been nearly comatose for comatose for a year.
Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum was a large haunting building that was built in a sloped gulf stuck between two hills, in Lancashire, England. At least six stories high with many hidden catacomb wards beneath the ground floor, it was safe to say that Rutledge Institute was indeed a place of secrets and madness. The nights there were enough to send a sane person into one of the beds in a fit of madness. Not was there one minute in the institute where it was quiet, with insane patients in straightjackets being carted off into solitary confinement. Others were dragged away to some u
I Am An Adult.I am an adult.I Am An Adult.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Wary and watchful,
So much to fear, yet so little.
I work hard, day by day,
I stress easily,
But I don't give a damn.
It's not hard,
That's what they always say.
What they want you to think.
But it's hard.
I am alone,
I am inhuman.
I am a machine,
Placed on this earth for your convienence.
I am here to serve you,
To serve the world.
I am me.
I am careful.
I am an adult.
She Lives AgainI'm on the road to getting my life back.She Lives Again2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But not risks.
In over a week,
I am happy.
My spirit is happy.
I am learning to live again,
To see the good in everything again.
Anger does not control me,
I do not live by hatred and pain.
I am no longer in the dark end of the tunnel.
I see good, destroying evil,
More so than I ever have.
The light is beginning to shine through,
And it's all thanks to you.
.:Ventilation:.When the young Protofrom finally came online, all she could do was let out a pitiful, digital whine. Something had happened- she wasnt sure what- and now she was here- wherever here was- and alone. YoPro hated being alone when she didnt know where she was. The hypersensitive antennae arched upward before the thousands of microfibers split up into a fan-shape on either side of her cranium. Each fiber optic strand started sending out tiny waves of sound..:Ventilation:.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The returning feedback only made her panic more. The picture forming in her processor wasnt settling in the least. Being blind, she could only use this type of ability to see her surroundings. The sonar helped her define object, distance, light, dark, solids and liquids. The lanky female found herself on her knees, her wrists tied down near them by a thick chain.
What? Then she remembered. Someone had ambushed her. Why, anyone could hazard a guess. None would make much sense.
Tickle Me MelanTICKLE ME MELAN!Tickle Me Melan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by Chill Winterheart
"Look Melan~!" I heard her squeal in delight, pointing at the orange-streaked Tokyo sky. School was done for the day, and we were flying home.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked softly. I gazed briefly at the tiny, brown-haired girl in my arms and looked up at the sky again. I nodded in agreement.
The crisis between Earth and Brigadoon finally ended a few days ago. With both worlds stable and the next Day of Pasca a hundred years away, I decided to stay with Marin at the nagaya. This despite the protests of the Chairman for Life Improvement Committee. This despite my own fear that I'd be useless to Marin, now that there are no more enemies to fight.
But my fears proved unfounded. Days passed by and I become more and more comfortable with the nagaya's daily human routine. I now escort her to and from school on a regular basis, and sometimes accompany her on her paper route. I no longer sen
TFAni: We ThreeWe ThreeTFAni: We Three6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Most believe zhat ze three Faces of Blitzving are just his personality. However . . .
Yes, zey are. For, you see, ve vere vonce individual beings. Our un bodies, our un minds . . .
ZEN VE VER ATTACKED! DESTROYED! TERMINATED!
HeEhEeHeE! Ve AlL lOsT oUr HeAdS!
Yes, ve did, so to speak. Ze ver able to save our Sparks und traces of our minds. Ve never new each other before ze operation . . .
UND VE REMEMBER NOTHING! OUR PAST! EVEN OUR UN NAMES! GONE!
DoCtOr! DoCtOr! GiVe Me Ze NeWs, IvE gOt A bAd CaSe Of LoViNg YoU!
. . . Ze apparently thought zhat combining us into vone vould make us into ze ultimate varrior. Intelligence, strength und . . . Unpredictability. However, it did not vork at first; vith only vone body und three minds, ve could not agree un anything . . .
VE COULD NOT ATTACK! VE COULD ONLY STAND ZERE UND BATTLE FOR DOMINACE! VHILE OUR ENEMY ESCAPED OR ATTACKED!
AlL fOr VoNe UnD nO vOnE fOr AlL! hEeHeEhEe!
Deus Ex: Human Revolution - Solace - Chapter 1Chapter 1: Sleeping BeautyDeus Ex: Human Revolution - Solace - Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Man--a being in search of meaning." --Plato
High up on the top floor of Sarif Industries' corporate building, Adam Jensen stood in the office of CEO David Sarif. There was a time when the privileged view of Detroit would have given Adam a sense of calm, but lately, it stirred up a sickly discontent.
Five months had passed since Adam made the fateful decision at Panchaea that would impact the world. He could still remember how dizzying the weight of his choice felt even nowreveal the truth about the Illuminati, blame Humanity Front, or present the story of contaminated Neuropozyne as the reason for a global outbreak of insanity among augmented people, or destroy the entire Arctic facility, killing himself and everyone else within to silence the truth?
All four choices were shittya person could be smart, but people were dumb, panicky, dangerous animalsannouncing that an ancient secre
Tips For succeeding as an ArtistSucceeding as an artist: These are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind.Tips For succeeding as an Artist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) A very important and often overlooked aspect of the art industries is networking. Get to know people and especially get to know who is important to know. Acquire a list of contacts and MAINTAIN those contacts. Don't call someone up after ten years of radio silence then be like "hi, remember me? Need job now, can has?" Also, don't be a dick to people and don't burn bridges. You'd be surprised how quickly that can get you blacklisted from a variety of places. Even if someone is a rampaging, fiery doucheflute, cope..... pretty much like any other job. keep your contacts list nice and organized. Sounds like frivolous advice but trust me, it's not. When you have several hundred contacts, being able to go "who's the guy I did that porn mural with.... *scrolls down to PORN category* oh right, HIM," can make networking much more efficient and a lot less confusing.
2) PORTFOLIO! It must
MercerxShepard fic part 2: Human ContemplationMercerxShepard fic part 2: Human Contemplation2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Alex sat silently on his cot, carefully watching the spectacle before him. He didn't know why they gave him a cot... He never needed to sleep. Although just agreeing to everything was much easier than explaining to the crew of the Normandy why he did not need sleeping accommodations. After he and Commander Shepard toured the brand new ship (because it was just as unfamiliar to her as it was to him) Alex decided to take up residence in the cargo bay. He picked the corner that was to the right when he exited the elevator. The crew gave him a cot, a foot locker, a table that hooked to the wall, a personal computer and his own omni-tool. He enjoyed the quiet, open, emptiness of the cargo bay. It made him feel less like he was stuck in a spaceship and more like he was back in New York Zero when he was the only living thing for miles, save for a hunter or two.
The peace and quiet did not last, however, becaus
Excerpt from Firefight -WIP-"So. Remind me whose brilliant idea this was again?"Excerpt from Firefight -WIP-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emile punctuated his question with a blast from his shotgun, gutting a Grunt that had actually been running away. He then turned and assassinated the other fleeing Grunt, snapping its neck and throwing the body aside.
"I think it was Kat's. Or Cortana's. They fight over who gets to tweak with the settings," Noble Six told him, scanning the area for more threats through the scope of her DMR. "Looks clear. We should head back into the building-- these guys appear out of nowhere."
"Leave it to Cortana to disable the dropships," Emile groaned, following Six up the hill.
They went in the back way and made a beeline for the ammo refill station. While Emile was shoving more shells into his shotgun, he continued to gripe. "And what's her deal, anyway? I mean, it doesn't even have to be bottomless clip, just regular ole' infinite ammo. I guess she likes running back and forth to this stupid thing."
"She's just trying to make it
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l