Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 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
MercerxShepard fic part 2: Human ContemplationMercerxShepard fic part 2: Human Contemplation3 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
Your Fate will Destroy Us Ch 4Merida couldn't keep her mind off Jack, and the guilt that raided her mind. As she went about the day, dressed in her tight pale pink dress her mother forced her in, and listening to her lectures on royalty and their family heritage, Merida thought of Jack. He had opened up to her, and she dismissed him mercilessly, watched as his face twisted in hurt and sadness. But she had to be honest. It was the truth. Wasn't it?Your Fate will Destroy Us Ch 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frowning, she scoffed and shook her head. She couldn't think about him right now. She had more pressing matters to attend to such as struggling to breathe in the tight dress. The day had come to an end finally, the dinner had been severed and eaten, and Merida was waiting for her mother to come help her get undressed. She stared at herself in the mirror, glaring at the figure that stared back, her thick, curly red hair pulled into a braid, wearing a pale pink dress that squeezed her so tight she felt her organs in her throat. But not only that, in the reflection of the mi
TTK Stories: Halo Chapter 1TTK: Forward Unto the DawnTTK Stories: Halo Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Made landfall on the Antarctic Peninsula with CHIEF and several other newcomer scientists. It's shit cold but he doesn't seem to be bothered about it. Living in outer space must have hardened him a lot. We met Maj. Gen. Olivier Mira Armstrong. Thankfully she was in a good mood and just shook hands with me.
Probably because she's still in her element (20 degrees below 0 that is), and still keeping her rank and position even after Doomsday. Her loyalty to Haruhi had ensured her position well. Some say her loyalty matches that of Konata's.
Anyways, I'm pretty beat after the chopper ride, which was a 2 hour ride from the ship, not to mention the uncomfortable 4 hour trip on the ice truck. I'll read the excavation notes tomorrow morning.
Notes: I think I'm lucky to be bunking in the steel trailers. Most of my fellow native humans were forced to sleep in those flimsy tents. In a blizzard, that will
Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 1Halo Clairvoyance Chapter 16 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
TTK: Halo Chapter 5.3TTK: Left to DieTTK: Halo Chapter 5.34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the fire in the hanger begin to subside, the lone, clawed figure stood, small burning embers still present on its mutated flesh. It spread its claws outwards and gave a long furious roar, directed at the trembling Hardy.
He was dead. He knew he was completely screwed. Even more so with the unconscious CHIEF hanging on his shoulders. He had to do something, anything. Shoot it hoping it would die? Actually pray to god for a rocket launcher out of the blue? What the hell could he do to that monster?!?!
Run. His mind screamed at him.
With all his strength and will, he turned around and started limping towards the exit. His feet had a hard time trying to manage CHIEF's weight. Despite the heavy burden upon his shoulders, he was determined to run past the hanger doors. Cortana would surely help them seal it. A loud stomp alerted Hardy.
He turned his head swiftly. To his horror, the Tyrant had leaped from its initial position, and had covered the distance in less th
The First Meeting."Mr. Alexander J. Mercer. Why are you sleeping in my class?" The droning voice of my history teacher, Kratos is impeccable at targeting me.The First Meeting.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I shifted a little to my right so that the muscular and bald historian is in full view. I must have smirked at him because I can see him wince and realised that it was the most terrible idea to wake me up.
"Well..." I replied while proceeding to sit straighter and pulling back my hood to reveal my ice blue eyes. "I have no idea, Kratos."
Kratos sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's Mr. Kratos, Alexander."
"Really? Then I'm Alex, Mr. Kratos. Not 'Alexander'."
"You're going to detention, Alexander," he finally replied after a few moments, using my real name again.
Detention? You have got to be kidding me, I thought. But I just smiled and nodded to the assassins, Ezio and Alta´r. Then I got up from my seat and walked out of my class. Donning my hood again, I make my way towards the detention room just as the bell rang. Looks like my internal
Chapter One: Acquisition******Chapter One: Acquisition10 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
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 - Prologue4 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...
The Fall of EpithilinonIThe Fall of Epithilinon2 years 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;
343 Guilty Spark343 Guilty Spark5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
97 448 BCE. That was when it had all ended.
My creators, the Forerunners, had relinquished the seemingly endless war between themselves and the Flood. The Flood had spread across the galaxy consuming all it could, rendering it impossible for my creators to fight back. The Flood were parasites. One single small infection form could start a cycle that would end the existence of entire species, and they did. The Flood's mistake was beginning on the Forerunners too late into their campaign. My creators had one final chance at saving the galaxy from this flowing horror.
Halo was a collection of massive ring-shaped installations, ten thousand kilometres in diameter. I am 343 Guilty Spark. I am the monitor of Installation 04. When my creators activated the rings, many years ago, they defeated the Flood wiping them all out save the few insignificant harmless infection forms trapped in laboratories of the installations. The reign of the Forerunner ended that day, as did my usefulness unti
Gruntish Chapter 1 -halo fic-Gruntish Chapter 1 -halo fic-8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chapter 1: The Food Nipple
Gibble was nervous. He was a new recruit just like the rest of the platoon of Grunts on the Electra, a Covenant Battle Cruiser; this was the first real star-ship they had ever been on (although rumours said that it wasnt quite finished on the inside). It was a very strange place for a Grunt; even the Food Nipple brought little comfort in the strange environment- but Gibble was still looking forward to eating none-the-less.
Gibble wore orange armour (the older style) like most of the other Grunts on board. There were a few who wore red armour- an indication of their higher rank; although none of the other Grunts really treated them like their superiors; it was more of a case of Grunts who may be a possible leader in the future, if they are not dead within a year or two of joining.
There were two distinct designs of environment suits the Grunts wore that could be disti
Halo FanFiction - UntitledBlood dripped off the butt of Dane's rifle. A quick glance at ammo counter showed 4 rounds left. 4 out of the 1200 he had carried in on this drop. In the new silence he finally had a chance to check himself. Barely a scratch. How he managed that was certainly beyond him, especially since the status of his squad on his HUD showed all his Marines in various states of death. Out of the 22, him and 4 others were still in fighting condition, and maybe 3 others would live, if he could get them medical attention fast. The rest had died fighting, which was a fitting death for an ODST, even if it seemed like an unnecessary one.Halo FanFiction - Untitled9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Popping out from his cover, the young 2nd Lieutenant looked out over the site. It had most certainly been an ambush, and whatever these Covies were fighting for, they were certainly determined. They seemed to have swarmed from all sides of the small canyon they had come up. In all fact it wasn't so much a canyon, as a crevice that ran from the small bluff to the centre o
The Halloween TraditionA leaf crunched under the toe of a boot.The Halloween Tradition2 years 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,
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
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 Key That Changed The WorldThe Key That Changed The World1 year 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
The Deal: part 1The Deal: part 1The Deal: part 16 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
What I Lost“I lost a finger,” Dolph proclaimed in a manner of startling, distant normality to his father, who had just ghosted by him into the kitchen to find something. His father paused like a clogged clock and spun suddenly on a hinge to see and confirm, and Dolph held up his hand to reveal his organic matter’s metallic replacement. “It’s just the pinky one.”What I Lost1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His father sluggishly pulled up a chair and printed sentences and fragments streamed from the printing compartment on his patchwork-junk face which Dolph had labored so fiercely to build and jumpstart over three years ago. Dolph reached for the receipt paper as it started to curl over and still it came in waves of questions and random echoing thoughts from his father’s scattered processor. The processor was a work in progress still, and one which Dolph was hesitant to change, because unlike a brain it sometimes sputtered with the a
Dana Mercer's Story Part 5Dana Mercer's Story Part 56 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
Rainbowi.Rainbow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
Play BallI wonder if Johnny remembers when we started to grow. Playtime was so important. My favorite was the ball in the field. Toss, catch or miss, back and forth, back and forth. It was how we talked. How we bonded. Didn't matter how angry or sad we were, the moment the ball was flying we were happy again.Play Ball1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day Johnny told me he was going to school. I already knew that. He went to school almost every day (although some days he called it 'work'), but this school was different. He didn't bring friends home at night. Actually, he didn't come home for lots of nights at a time. Mom let me sleep with her at first, but soon said I was too big and had to stay in our room. It was lonely though, so I got in his bed when she went to sleep, and then back to mine before she woke up. I was careful, and she didn't say anything, but somehow I think she knew.
Johnny talked on the phone. Mom would play them for me when I was very sad. It made me happy to know he was happy. I understood some of the things h