Emo PoemsEmo Poems7 years ago in Other More Like This
Many things I regret
I want to take them back
But it's too late
I can never take them back
They've already hurt me so much
What can I do now?
Inside this HELL --
Light fades away
Darkness takes over
My control is gone
I can't be free
Alone and trapped inside this hell
Why won't you save me?
Because it's too late
Lost forever in the darkness
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.Enderman4 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
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
Dear Halo: Cast Letters - Pt3Dear Halo: Cast Letters - Pt34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Halo - A Collection of Previously Unread Letters from Various Characters in the Halo Universe
I wouldn't bother, Buck's already got a regular thing going with a certain Detective Beckett.
That's the thing about crazy people.
Dear Allied Hunters,
You'd come in real handy right about now.
That's a truckload of Flood.
Dear JFO Helmet,
Still having trouble reading your name without hearing swear words...
Just F--- Off
Emo Spartans, whatever will they think of next?
Lucy-B091's already done that trick.
Dear Commander Shepard,
I-Oh wait, wrong game.
You've received a new message at your private terminal.
Dear Winter Contingency on Legendary Difficulty,
Look I know you're the intro level and all but could you at least try to be challenging?
Be begging for you when I hit Nightfall...
Dear Armour Lock,
I think we might finally be getting somewhere in this re
The Force of Dreams, PrologueThe Force of Dreams, Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight raced around her library. Her eyes darted up and down every shelf, scanning the spines of the books. Rolls of parchment lay strewn all over the floor as she added more and more books to the large circular table that dominated the floorspace.
"Not this one. Not this one either... Not this one too!" Twilight whispered to herself as she opened book after book, flipping through all the pages in a matter of seconds before tossing it into a random area of the library.
The knocking on the door went unheard as Twilight continued to dash through the various rooms, reading any and every tome, bit of parchment or scroll that she could lay her hooves on.
The knocks grew impatient. Soon they were loud, slamming bucks of sturdy hooves. Twilight, who was nose-deep in An Almanac of Ausneighlian Animals, jerked her head in surprise.
"The door's open!" she shouted.
The hinges gave a tired squeak as a cyan pegasus took a few tentative steps in. A loud slamming noise erupted from the floor above,
Losing Humanity (fic)Losing Humanity (fic)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The name sounds both familiar and alien. Or maybe it only sounds familiar because I feel I should know it, I know I should know it - but I don't. It rolls off my tongue with the distinct air of trying out a stranger's name for the first time. It navigates uncharted territory as it passes over my lips, striking no chord of acquaintance with my ears. Alex Mercer. Two words, spoken over a dead man's body at his autopsy.
It's my name, and somehow I don't know it. I don't know anything. All I know is that I'm not nearly as dead as I should be.
Can it really be my name, the moniker that defines and encompasses me in four simple syllables, four flicks of the tongue and vibrating vocal cords? What does that even mean? I understand very little - some muscle memory has slipped effortlessly into a slightly loping walk, and I can remember these sounds to form language and communicate, but my mind is empty, obscured, as if whatever experiences defined me were wiped away, leavi
Noble Team 001Noble Team 0015 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 01: Case File 001 "Beginnings"
The helmet in her hands shifted as the Warthog hit another obstacle. She held it a little tighter, as if it could give her the strength she knew she'd probably need. This new team Noble Team, wasn't going to be inviting and if truth be told, she didn't want them either. She'd been perfectly fine with the small team of Marines, Seals or Airmen she was either paired with, or not. They weren't always the same, but they were friends, familiars
Noble Team was an anomaly that she didn't want to be part of, but was forced to by command. It wasn't much fair to the team either, to stick her with them. Not so soon after losing the previous Noble Six, Thom. It took a lot to step into the shoes of someone who was well liked and trustworthy. She was the outsider, and it was going to be hell for a while, and probably longer until she was at least considered part of the team.
Replacing her helmet atop her head, she settled in for the rest of the bump
Halo: A New Revival CHP 1Halo: A New Revival CHP 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Halo: A New Revival
0030 Hours, September 24, 2552 (Revised. Military Calendar) \ Atei-Cêi, Delta-Eltradi System.
Staring intuitively into the scope, SPARTAN-058 Linda was tracking the movement of a Covenant convoy on ONI's orders. Taping into her COM, she opened an encrypted channel on E-Brand.
"Fred, come it." Click.
"Did you spot them?" Replied a male voice.
"Yeah. I have a visual. The Covenant sure are in a hurry."
"Can you see what they are sporting?
"Hold on." Pause. "Yeah, there's several Ghosts a good couple dozen Shadow Troop Transports along with a pair of Wraith Mortar Tanks. It doesn't look like a large force. I'm guessing several dozen elites and a hundred grunts." She peered back into the scope and re-examining the convoy. She then replied, "Request dust-off."
"Negative. I'm getting reports that there is another convoy headed your general direction. Not as big but still packing some serious firepower. Wait until they pass. We don't want to attract any atte
WarHe waited. Patiently. There was no reason to hurry. There was little need to control everything. The Templar would come. As surely as the sun would rise tomorrow, the Templar would not be able to resist the rumour, the chance of a face to face meeting. A meeting that would prove to be the last one for one of them. He did not intend that it should be him. The Templar would surely feel the same way. After all, this war – sometimes secret, sometimes open – had been raging for centuries. He did not necessarily understand all the reasons for it. He did not need to. His allies fought for freedom of will, freedom of choice. For the ability of men to stand, not kneel. To oppose, not obey. To live, not just exist. Often, in the dark dreams of the night, those words would come to him: Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted. He did not believe. He understood.War2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For a pirate, freedom was everything.
And so he waited. Patiently.
He came at last, the dark-haired Templar, his bearing aris
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
Fate Twister Chapter 1Fate Twister Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Freelance story by Kevin Gregory
This is purely fan based
If you don't like it, don't hate
I have tried to keep this novel as accurate to the halo universe as possible
This story starts in the near future
Comments or questions?
THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE
CHAPTER #1 THE BEGINNING OF CHANGE
PART #1 HIGH HOPES AND HURT
Home, I had almost forgotten what it was like. I haven't seen it in almost four years. I'm sure a lot has changed since I joined the Marines in 2012. I remembered the day I stepped in to the recruitment office, that old man behind the desk raised his eyebrow and said.
"Boy, I can tell just by looking at you, you'll be one of the best to walk through that door in years."
I was always better than most kids at high school. I was faster, stronger, and I had been noted for my quick thinking. I was on the football team, a linebacker. I could easily
Give Me Myself - Part 2Give Me Myself - Part 24 years ago in Horror More Like This
Alex J Mercer stood over the freshly made grave, Dana's body-wrapped in blankets-laid at the bottom.
"You know I wasn't one for long messages or emotional ones. I'm not saying goodbye, Dana. That'd mean farewell. I'm just saying this: Goodnight Dana goodnight."
And with that, Alex turned away. He glanced at his hand as he felt his tendons stretch, his fingers lengthen and change into vicious claws, four times the normal size of a human hand. Tendrils thickened around his arm for support. He closed his claws together, to create a shovel-like hand. He used this to close up the grave. To bid his last goodnight, under the cloudy, dusted midnight sky.
He stood back to check the six-foot grave was truly covered. Satisfied, he placed a smooth rock on the head of the grave, in replacement of a tombstone. He stood there for an extra half an hour. His leather jacket open and waving in the wind, his bootleg jeans flapping lik
Arcade and the Atomic WranglerThe Courier desperately needed this time. She hadn't looked this nice since storming out of the Lucky 38 to unwittingly have sex with Benny, and although her bones ached, her shoulder panged, and her head was sore all over, she still cleaned up well. At the moment, she was at the card table, giggling into the shoulder of Arcade Gannon, a man she had come to relate to better than any single person in the Wasteland thus far.Arcade and the Atomic Wrangler4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dealer passed out a new round of cards, and she straightened on her stool, trying to calm herself. Though the Courier had already won a few hundred caps, Arcade was smoking the table, despite having plenty in him to drink. A crowd had assembled to watch his uncanny poker skills.
"It's.....it's all about st..stassticistis...hmm. Sta-tis-ticss." Arcade said knowledgeably, picking up his cards. He tried focusing so hard on pronouncing 'statistics' that his eyes crossed.
Falling LeavesFalling Leaves3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Argh... I can't sleep! Rainbow Dash thought to herself as she tossed and turned on the train bed. And Appleloosa is still another few hours away! Rainbow dug her head into her pillow, trying to drown out Spike's horribly loud snoring. Maybe somepony's awake.... Immediately, Rainbow's mind went to the one pony she was sure was still up at this time.
"Pssst.... Pinkie Pie, you asleep yet?" Rainbow whispered as soft as she could, grabbing a nearby unlit candle.
"No," Pinkie's high pitched voice returned the questioned, causing Rainbow to smile a little as she fumbled to find a match. "Are you asleep yet?" Rainbow heard her ask in return.
Rainbow paused for a second, her mind confused. Did she just ask... nevermind. It's Pinkie, I should know better, she thought as she lit the match and set the wick of the candle on fire. Taking a few steps forward with the soft glow of the candle to light her way, she started to speak once more.
"If I was sleeping, how could I
Floodgates Part 1Floodgates Part 16 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Grix! Watch the right flank!
Well be overwhelmed within minutes!
Then this is where we make our stand, the parasite cannot be allowed to pass!
Azhaq, on your rear!
The small squad of Elites fought furiously in the wreckage of the crashed, Flood infected, Covenant cruiser in the human city of New Mombasa. Teams had been deployed all over the city to try and stem the outbreak.
The Floodgates have been opened, and the force unleashed cannot be stopped.
Azhaq and his small squad had come under heavy fire seconds and emerging from their drop pods after landing in the city. In an attempt to survive they had taken cover in the first place that they came across, the crashed cruiser. They had lost contact with the Second Squad led by Delerzan hours ago even though they had landed kilometres apart.
A maelstrom of projectiles flew past the heads of the squad, both human and Covenant weapons were being fired on them.
Emo Hearts and Suicidal PoetryOutcasts they tend to call us,Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wierd ones,
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say good bye
Gum-wrapper bracelets and crying to the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the staring eyes
But we live for funny looks because they remind us that we are special
Man, we are special.
We aren't the outcasts, for we know how to live.
For we know what to do with ourselves
On a r
Breeze to the West-Halo FanficThe wind blew softly through the garden, its confines lit in the golden light of evening. A flower or two was disturbed by its passing. They were dislodged and blew away over the walls of the estate, carried off towards the west. A good omen.Breeze to the West-Halo Fanfic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marre was aware of them. She was always aware of her surroundings when she was training in the garden, practicing the art of Nee Kai. It was a product of her upbringing, the nearest she could come to being like the rest of her family. She took great pride in it.
The waters of the nearby brook could be heard over the breeze. A slight smile crossed Marre's face as she held the pose of Harmonious Reflection. The brook was the best place in the garden to hunt. She remembered how her elder brother, Kare, had helped her catch her first kill. It had been a day of both sweet satisfaction and glorious acceptance.
Footsteps sounded in the house, moving near the doors to the garden. They were an elder male Sangheili. In all likelyhood, it was Vran Ikanporame
Entrapment - PrologueEntrapment - Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lord Hoods hand grasped the larger alien one in a shake. You have my thanks for sticking by him until the end. He eyes lowered to his formerly polished black shoes, now covered with dust and grime. Hard to believe hes dead The much taller Elite raised his own eyes to the ship under his command, which was hovering just above the atmosphere. A drop ship had been dispatched and was beginning its descent.
Were it so easy.
Lord Hood returned to the crashed half of the Forward Unto Dawn, the permanent monument dedicated to each and every man and woman who had died during the fight against the Covenant and the Flood. Pictures of those who had given their very existence to end the war covered the structure, but to him one area in particular stood out. All that was left of the man who had possibly given more then anyone else was a few scratches carved into the wielded steel - number 117 - and his Navy insignia patch. Lord Hood rested hi
EmoI beg for the end of lifeEmo9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet it does not come
I hate that I have no strife
This alone I must overcome
How hard I do try
To depart from the pack
Little is it known to I
This alone holds me back
I feel so much 'pain'
Yet I know I shouldn't
About my life I can't complain
And if I could I wouldn't
I sit alone each night
Until the mornings arrive
Imagining some fake plight
Which I must survive
My poetry to me seems strong
I put emotions into it
Fearing that it won't be long
Before someone realizes I'm full of shit<b>
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #73, 74, 75!3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#73) My best bro and I have been bronies for a while now. I would never bring up being a brony on purpose to anyone who didn't know. But now we're doing a project in Literature class, and my friend is doing his on how he became a brony. I don't think it's a good idea. In fact, I find it embarrassing. What should I do?
Answer: This is something that seems to happen reasonably often people become big fans of "Friendship is Magic", and then fancy teaching the world to sing by shedding light on it in a class. And while you could argue that older individuals liking the show is an interesting point of observation, it's not particularly academic (not in terms of literature, at least) and so a presentation on it doesn't seem appropriate in general for that type of class.
It might be because I'm in the UK, but I know for a fact that if I presented on MLP in one of my university seminars I wouldn't be taken seriously by the teacher or the students. We tend to do
Your My Monster Chapter 2: FMLYou're My MonsterYour My Monster Chapter 2: FML4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sitting at the café and sipping on my herbal tea, staring out at times square through the big glass windows, watching the rest of the city move at its inhuman pace, clouds suffocating the sky with the threat of rain. I hate days like this.
Rubbing my eyes, I look over at the clock that hangs by the counter "Afternoon tea is almost over, but work isn't until 6, why can't this day go any fast!" Beth leans back in the hard wood chair, with the comfortable cushion supporting her back. The café was quiet and empty with any customers crowding the tables like they usually do. But today was just one of those really slow days, were I wish my manager would just let me go home early, for Christ's sake
She noticed her short stout Italian manager Mr. Merles, make his way over to her table with a bit of a waddle to his stride. He had a tubby face, while wearing an old porn star stash.
"Beth after your break, just clean the counte
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co