The Fall of EpithilinonIThe Fall of Epithilinon2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let no man speak of wars whence
No answer graced our call,
Let man remember gods thence
Gods, watchful of our fall;
Speak in silenced sighs, men,
Dead men hither sleep,
No flag here flails, amen, amen!
Who can ever beweep
Our brethren in the deep.
Frightened colours breached the sky,
The church bells played a dirge;
The bustling hills and vales so nigh
In crimson rage did merge,
Archers with crescents held high
Keen arrows fell like sin,
The portcullis in sorrow, shy
Interred our fathers in
The last grave of our kin.
Wailed the night in thunder blare;
The mangonels did come,
Lonely trumpets singed the air
When Earth ravished our home;
The eastern tower, wasting wear
For a trebuchet did bow,
Fallen stone and ballista bare
Broke its stony vow,
As the beadle mopped his brow.
Mildly armoured, men at arms
Stormed the brazen fray,
Howled the castle’s cold alarms:
Ladder men up the brae!
Blazed in ire the fields and farms:
The winter’s yield was spent;
Sonnet XXIIBut give me leave to love in silence thatSonnet XXII1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
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.War6 months 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
Losing Humanity (fic)Losing Humanity (fic)2 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
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
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 Wrangler3 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.
Ninja Santaninja santa in the nightNinja Santa4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silent while you're sleeping tight
slipping down the chim-a-nee
hiding in the christmas tree
ninja santa in the dark
eating cookies while you hark
the harold angels sing along
singing funny chistmas songs
wash the cookies down with milk
santa moves smooth as silk
leaving presents wrapped all nice
flying through the snow and ice
dasher, dancer, prancer, too
ninja santa's raindeer crew
ninja master old saint nick
ninja elves are sidekicks
a present for the first noel
jingle jingle ninja bells
he comes prepared with mistletoe
ninja santa -- ho ho ho
Floodgates Part 1Floodgates Part 15 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.
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 Separately7 months 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
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 Noble3 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
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
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 Fanfic4 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
love poem from a pillar of saltthe words 'i love you'love poem from a pillar of salt2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
have always tasted like forbidden fruit
an apple offered by a helpful serpent-
sweet and fleeting but
the words 'i loved you'
just taste of
i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah
that i couldn't help looking back
and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin
but this is so much quieter
and so much worse.
my knuckles taste of blood,
there is no new testament here
just old testament fire
just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill
rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands
watching her hometown burn below her.
there is no forgiveness here
just mutual loneliness
just a lost religion and a broken girl
far too tired to play pretend
watching you fall apart behind me.
Halo Kibas Destiny - PrologueEnergy is a strange essence found in everything.... It cannot be created, nor can it be destroyed... This behavior, or, "explanation" is quite similar to a Hero. Heroes are not born, nor will they ever be; but cannot die either... it is just an essence like energy that can be found in everyone... we just have to start looking more clearly...Halo Kibas Destiny - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The larger female Shangelli hissed at the youngling.
Corliae and Shashi were the females of my family. The alpha male (my fawkiit), and my two elder blood brothers were off fighting a war somewhere in space. I was a little runt then, clutched in my Matchems arms sleeping peacefully against her bosom. We were what most Shangelli would call "The Perfect Family"... the only problem...
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 Fiction3 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
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
Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 1Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 14 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
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
On Second Commandment, Jews, and Abstract Art.On Second Commandment, Jews, and Abstract Art.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
On Second Commandment, Jews, and Abstract Art.
Before the likes of Helen Frankenthaller and Yves Klein, there were the likes of Mark Rothko and Jackson Pollock, and before them there were the Russian Suprematists, and before them there was the Second Commandment:
"Thou shalt not make to thyself an idol, nor likeness of anything, whatever things are in the heaven above, and whatever are in the earth beneath, and whatever are in the waters under the earth. Thou shalt not bow down to them, nor serve them; for I am the Lord thy God, a jealous God, recompensing the sins of the fathers upon the children, to the third and fourth generation to them that hate me..." (Exodus 20:4-5).
It is second out of ten key injunctions that Moses received from Jehovah on Mount Sinai, inscribed with God's own finger upon two stone tablets. This was the first set of these tablets. Moses smashed them in uncontrollable rage when, on coming down the mountain forty days after he went up, he saw his people doing ex
Priorities: Part 2Priorities: Part 22 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
Endermen pt1 - a company0051/minecraft fanfictionHe couldn't sleep.Endermen pt1 - a company0051/minecraft fanfiction2 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
Dawn came.Dawn came.3 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
Dickens by Firelight."Ah, what the hell," Arcade said, dropping the notepad and re-situating himself on his pile of sleeping equipment. On an unmarked spot of land in the Mojave we camped, returning to New Vegas. It was dark, and by the light of the campfire Boone, Arcade and I each had one of my old pre-War books in hand, reading. Arcade had taken Oliver Twist, I had Heidi, and Boone chose Great Expectations.Dickens by Firelight.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sure you don't want to read this one?" Arcade had asked minutes earlier, waving A Little Princess in Boone's face. Boone had responded by rolling his eyes and jamming his back up against a rather uncomfortable-looking rock, forgoing the blankets and bedroll, grabbing the book. I sat cross-legged by Rex, who slept, not worried about literature or princesses.
When we'd first curled up with the books, Arcade insisted on taking out his notepad and jotting down notes about the story, certain the plot or themes