Halo 2: A FanfictionThere he stood, one among thousands. The Chief was greatly outnumbered on this Covanent cruiser. He was unarmed - clearly unable to defend himself. However, he was in luck. Most of the opposition happened to be sleeping Grunts, and no Elites to wake them all up. It seemed that fate wanted the Chief to get off of that ship in one piece. So, he silently passed the Grunts, hoping that he wouldnt encounter anything awake.Halo 2: A Fanfiction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Chief crept around a corner only to see a Jackal in his face. Before the Jackal could do a thing, the Chief reached out at the aliens throat and squeezed, killing it. He looked around the room to see if anything had noticed him, but again, nothing was in his way. He disabled the Jackals shield, and slung the body over his shoulder. He began to sneak into a well-hidden corner, and he quietly hid the body. He prayed that no one would discover it.
He began to walk a little faster, trying to avoid anymore awake guards. He turned a corner, and the first t
small talk1. dress appropriatelysmall talk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we adorn ourselves with
"velvet" and "silk" (polyester).
try to catch the eyes of onlookers
as we stand, stranded at our
street corner islands,
pulling up our skirts—
unsure if we are
bringing evil in, or
letting it out.
2. make it natural
forget that it isn’t.
put on a show and let those lies
slip from your lips in bated breath
and your lungs heaving in the chest.
3. be prepared
I don’t leave the house
without my pocket knife,
it comes in handy
when you want to be set free
from this sort of lifestyle.
Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 1Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Advanced Drawing Assignment
By Gary Cogdill
//January 20th, 2555, On board Thoughtless Resolve orbiting unknown planet orbiting Keplar System//
The room was mostly silent except for the soft humming of the motors from the control panel, and only lit with iridescent blue of the hologram. The silence was finally broken by a low, raspy voice. "We've received a message from the High Council to follow the Brutes onto the planet and exterminate the fleet and all the ground forces" The voice was that of Nira, one of the highest ranked officers in the covenant army. The Assault Carrier's control room was illuminated by the purple tint of the lights surrounding it, and glowed violet on the elite's skin and armor.
"No offense Elite, but that will take too much time, time we do not have." said the humans' commanding officer, Patterberg scolded. Nira knew the human was right. If the scouting parties were spotted on the planet the Brutes could quickly escape his grasps. Nira clenc
Man Sold SeparatelyIt was one of those houses dropped on the corner of the street, squeezed so tightly by the ones on either side that it was hardly noticeable. It was one of those houses where the hot water never ran out in the winter and the air conditioner never broke down in the summer. All of the neighbours in the similarly shaped houses, although never perfectly identical, shared gossip and brought over casseroles and generally pretended to like each other until the door closed and the lock clicked and their sincere thoughts on the daughter’s new husband came to light. It was a neighbourhood with the level of superficiality one could usually find in the suburbs.Man Sold Separately1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was drawn right in.
There was something about the idea of having a comfortable little life, a quiet life where I would often be alone and always lonely, that somehow appealed to me. It’s easy to be lonely; all you do is turn on the TV or open a good book and it goes away. I could never sit around feeling sorry for myself in a
The Key That Changed The WorldThe Key That Changed The World10 months ago in Historical More Like This
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings— people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans— struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individ
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Dawn came.Dawn came.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
The SangheiliTHE SANGHEILIThe Sangheili4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Home System: HD 188753 (Urs, Fied, Joori)
The Sangheili (Pronounded SANG-EEL-EE), also coloquially known as Elites to Humans are a reptilian race that hail from the world Sanghelios, which is the fourth planet in the triple star system of Urs, Fied and Joori, which is known to Humans as the HD 188753 system located approximately 149 lightyears from Sol. They are an artistocratic and patriarchial based society that places personal and familial honor above all other forms of politics. The Sangheili are most identifiable by their four mandibles which each have teeth on them. Up until late 2552, the Sangheili have been enemies of the UNSC, but after the Covenant Schism in November of that year, they swapped sides and foungt alongside unlikely allies.
The Latin name of the Sangheili "Macto cognatus" translates to 'I honor my father's blood' which is fitting considering the Sangheili
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
Priorities: Part 2Priorities: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10 Minutes Until Extraction
Upon entry, Nomolos Tower seemed perfectly intact, albeit the pitch darkness due to a lost connection to the power grid as well as the structure's back-up generators. The twenty or thirty so paces that Buck took along the carpeted floor were probably the most comfortable steps he had taken sine the op began. But as he delved deeper, the carefully crafted décor seemed to gradually morph into a motif of disarray and chaos.
Glass crunched beneath his boots as the bending corridor lead him closer to his team's beacon. Buck resented the sound. Normally he hated any noise that drew attention to his location, but the fact that he could hear something so subtle meant that there was nothing nearby to drown it out. Instead of nearing sounds of fire exchanging between his men and the Covvies, the Gunnery Sergeant was enveloped in the shadow of an unnerving and cryptic silence.
All that Buck could do was move on, blindly following his squad's t
Dana Mercer's Story Part 5Dana Mercer's Story Part 55 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
With Alex off doing whatever it was that he was doing, Dana decided it was time for her to take more action herself. Now that she had a way to fight off zombies, she didnt have that much to fear. Beginning to walk down the street, she left the front of the business building. Keeping to the shadows of the night so she wasnt seen, she headed in the direction she believed the closest hive was in.
Dana was ready to put her finding to the ultimate test. Alex was stronger than the Hunters, and if the sound made him so helpless that he fell to the ground in pain, then she was ready for a bigger enemy target.
As she approached the strongly infected area Dana heard the roars of numerous Hunters. It made her nervous, but she didnt slow her pace. She needed to do this, and didnt want to be scared and helpless.
Coming nearer and nearer to the hive, the roar of Hunters became much louder. Dana began to shake slightly, but continued walking. Turning her laptops volume up to f
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
RenovationsThey will come again, and when they do, the others will hide.Renovations1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mr. Brown will curl up in his hole in the eaves. The Wife in the crawlspace, and I'll be here, clutching my dear ones close. I'm wrapping my legs around them, and I can hear them fidget against the soft sac, their little tremors not unlike the desperate throes of flies, but warm, beautiful. It won't be long now. Now is the tender time. Soon I'll wear them on my back, and we can leave this place. But not yet. Not yet. Now is the time when a swift strike would kill them, and me with them. I will not leave.
I can't leave. I've hidden as well as I can. A small shadow between the braces under the mantel, where their lights don't penetrate. At least not yet.
Too much light. Too many sounds. They come with their sounds, with their fangs at the ends of their legs, shooting explosions into the walls, toppling everything. They are giants. They grumble at each other, tear up the floors, rip down the lights. Destroy everything that has
Endermen pt1 - a company0051/minecraft fanfictionHe couldn't sleep.Endermen pt1 - a company0051/minecraft fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No matter how hard he tried,he just couldn't sleep.
He didn't know why he couldn't sleep..he just woke up in the middle of the night.Or 3 o'clock in the morning.
The Master Chief felt like he was being watched...but by what?He didn't know.
And then he heard a rattling,xylophone-like noise.Sitting up,he gazed out the window by his bed-
-to come almost face to face with a face that showed nothing but woe.
He let out a loud yell of surprise (or fear) and tumbled out of bed,his legs tangled in the blanket.He stood up,expecting to see the face that had startled him,but it was gone.As if it was some sort of illusion.
Cortana,Johns AI companion,appeared on the holographic display on the stand beside his bed.
"Chief?Are you alright?You yelled like a luniac out of nowhere in the middle of the night!" She said with a worried tone in her voice.
The SPARTAN sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know..I woke up in the middle of the night and saw..well...some t
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)8 months ago in Horror More Like This
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
The Deal: part 1The Deal: part 1The Deal: part 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sangheilos, home of the Sangheili. The land of the planet was divided into provinces, which were themselves divided into numerous city-states. Each city-state had its own lineage, its own history and the inhabitants of these states lived in relative comfort, with only the threat of another city-states, or forces from beyond their planet, to worry about.
But not all Sangheili are privileged to live in a state. On the fringes of the state borders lived clans of nomadic Sangheili, who had to deal with the threats from the planet itself on almost a daily basis. These Sangheili were often outcasts from actual states that had banded together for mutual survival: outcast either by to their own hand or the hand of someone within their bloodline. Few choose this simpler life, where the technology their people have developed was of little use, or hard to come by. Such items were either stolen from trade car
The Halloween TraditionA leaf crunched under the toe of a boot.The Halloween Tradition1 year ago in Humor More Like This
The leaf had been the color of melted caramel on an apple, and the boot was black. The boot glowed in the early evening light, due to the considerable amount of polish the person inside of it had rubbed into its leather. The person inside the boot swept a couple stray curls out of her piercing blue eyes. She wore layers of skirts and tunics, with slits in the right places to allow her to run. In her hand was a long and very realistic looking fake spear, and on her belt was another alarmingly realistic looking fake weapon, a sword this time. The person inside the boot marched up the front stairs of the brick house yards from the caramel apple leaf. The person’s fist swished through the many layers it was wrapped in and smashed against the wooden door of the house. This it did three or four times until a voice rang out of an upstairs window.
“Merida! I’m almost done, can you wait for a moment?”
“Nae tay lang, please,
Missing PersonsI live in a world of fear.Missing Persons10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am not the only one who is afraid; no, every person here fears the night, if not for themselves then for someone they love. Mothers fear for their children, husbands for their wives, children for their sisters and brothers. No one fears for their friends; no one has friends anymore. No one dares.
It wasn’t always this way. I remember days before the fear, before the world was so paralyzed with its own terror that it forgot how to live. I remember walking through a park after sunset just for the pleasure of it. I remember being late for an appointment without anyone beginning to plan my Memorial. I remember life before people began to disappear.
It started slowly, coming on so gradually that it’s hard to say when it became normal for people to vanish on their way to the grocery store, or while walking the dog. Suddenly it was completely ordinary to see houses fall derelict, their owners mysteriously vanished somewhere beyond our reach.
halo story unnamedPlanet Tantalus -0800 hours, 2550halo story unnamed5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Crystal always considered her self as a lone wolf. She would complete her missions as swiftly and accurately as possible. She often lead teams where she never really cared about her teams, they were normally recruits, they were there to learn the basics. She would normally command them to wait and protect, and inform her if the enemy was approaching.
She was assigned a mission to infiltrate a human base. This mission was a usual standard for her solo missions but she was assigned a team of new recruits to company her. She had seen some of these recruits in training sessions and knew that one of them had potential.
After giving her orders to her team, she went off to do her part of the mission and she was followed by one of her team mates. She commanded him to go back to his position otherwise he would jeopardise the mission, but he was stubborn and insisted on coming with her as her back-up. Any other mission and she would have accepted but this missio
Chapter One: Acquisition******Chapter One: Acquisition9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Acquisition
"I swear I didn't used to bitch this much. I used to be a nice, quiet little soldier who did my job and didn't complain. At least I think so. I've been a soldier for a long time."
Petty Officer First Class SPARTAN-292 scratched at her short white hair, looking across the fire at the few remaining marines and the pitiful camp they were calling "home." The skepticism on one marine's face caused her to grit her teeth in frustration. She couldn't really blame him, with her delicate elfin features and pale skin she looked about as tough as a paper bag. Her MJOLNIR armor helped her image a little, but with a teenager's face and big blue eyes revealed she couldn't expect much. A plasma grenade had caught the side of her head earlier in the day, and it was pure luck that she'd gotten her helmet off in time. Not many people got t
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.War1 year 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
Noble Team 001Noble Team 0014 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