Copper Clouds - Chapter 1Copper Clouds - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cool breeze whipped through her fiery hair as the sun reflected off her brass goggles she wore atop her head. The sunlight warmed her freckled cheeks, making her lips form a smile. Today was the perfect day; the perfect day to test her new invention.
"Hoy! Comrade! Are you in position?" The girl with long, flowing orange hair tied into a ponytail stood at the edge of a cliff and hollered, looking out to the sky and the ocean of clouds beyond with her bright, luminescent green eyes. This young woman of 18 years is known as Victoria Finley, an aspiring inventor who dreams of following in her father's footsteps of taking over the family mechanic business. She glanced around the sky surrounding her, which was scattered with floating masses of land, some chained together and connected by rickety wooden bridges. The larger islands were equipped with massive propellers on the underside to support the weight of the houses built on top.
Victoria looked down and saw Comrade on a lower island
Dr. Herbert Goode, His Mechanical Girl...."Dr. Herbert Goode, His Mechanical Girl and The End of the World"Dr. Herbert Goode, His Mechanical Girl....3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Amber Grey
Herbert had stopped reading his book a long time ago. He had forgotten it was still sitting on his lap, left open to a page, with his forefinger still poised on one of the unread paragraphs. At first, he merely glanced out the window but then he took notice of the landscape and it occupied his mind. Now he sat gazing out the thick glass at the heavy fog and the white particles drifting in the air; neither of which had lifted in days. Even as a scientist, he couldn't be sure what the white particles were - if they were dangerous to inhale or if they were bone fragments from the explosion's victims.
If I weren't a clever man, Herbert thought, I would have assumed it was another winter morning in Devonshire. He continued to reflect on the people he told about his calculations and his theory about how Andryous, their new power source, was too unstable, but no one would listen to him. They w
Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
And then...Sexy time! No? Okay...And then...Sexy time! No? Okay...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The calm breeze, the smell of freshly cut grass, the blissful chirping of a few birds, and specially, a lack of people, made the park just perfect to be in the morning. At least, for the dark-brown-haired-15-years-old-boy, lazily and comfortably lying down on the grass, it was.
Till a feminine voice came in and disturbed him from his thoughts. More from the lack of them, as he was trying to sleep.
"It's Luca." He said more in automatic way than by response not even bothering to open his eyes. For what? That voice. He knew it too well. Besides, the grass was comfortable as fuck. "Shut up, it's fucking early."
Of course, she didn't like to be treated like that. I mean, for someone with a mansion and servants, of course she didn't like to be treated like she wasn't even important.
And that's why she approached the almost-asleep-but-definitely-slobbering boy and kicked him in the legs. "Get up, you lazy bum!" When the only
Winged Darkness- Chapter 1Winged Darkness- Chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- In the Beginning
"...for beautiful glistening wings... and your soul..."
A man with pale blonde hair and pearl-white skin with eyes so dark they seemed black walked out of his small thatched roof home and walked forward before tapping his sandals. As he walked out he breathed in deeply, inhaling the wonderful scent of his rural village, and let out a content sigh. He looked around to find children skipping around the dirt roads as usual while their fathers tended to the crops and animals while their mothers took care of matters inside the house. The man stepped forward as a gentle gust of wind blew some of the hair slightly covering his right eye back to the side of his face, brushing his soft cheek.
The old village was busy that morning- when the sun peeked over the mountains to greet the blue sky, both banishing the dark of the night. Some farmers who were not in their fields at the time stood behind stands selling what they had h
Oda do PapieruPusta kartka.Oda do Papieru4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Patrzysz na tę kartkę, która leży na Twoim biurku. Zwykły kawałek papieru. Prawdopodobnie z specjalnego bloku rysunkowego dla artysty, lub z brystolu.
A może po prostu to papier używany do kserowania?
Nie ma koloru czystej bieli. Nie pada na Ciebie blask świeżego śniegu czy ekranu komputera z białym tłem.
Widzisz po prostu papier. Pełen nierówności, lekko żółty. Choć może to od żarówki.
Ale jeśli weźmiesz na dwór, w piękny słoneczny dzień, oślepia Cię nieskazitelnością. Nie masz nawet siły zerknąć na ten boski materiał. Lecz jeśli trafisz na pochmurne, smutne niebo, pochłonie Cię ponura szarość papieru. Gdy powędrujesz na łąkę, czy do lasu, zapewne wyda Ci się, że kartka śmieje się zielenią. A jeśli postanowisz naszk
Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- - An excerpt, taken from the fourth chapter of "The Girl in the Corner...", the 1st Episode in the "Day of the Dragons" serial, 2nd Edition of the Clockhaven Chronicles, by P.S. Chambers. (Copyright © 2012 by Penny Gaff Publishing, LLC)- -
Alone, Stan settled lower in the cockpit seat, assuming his natural role of observer rather than participant. Few of this select assembly were familiar to him. Some he had met with the briefest of introductions, while most were complete strangers. What he did know came from the gossip Missus Voorhees, his sturdy and earthy landlady, regaled him with during meal times.
The military men in their immaculate blue uniforms, gleaming black boots, and chests festooned with shiny bits of metal and colored ribbons, laid siege to a table garrisoned with ranks of bottled liquors. The servants were hard pressed to replace the casualties inflicted by the soldi
Winged Darkness- Chapter 5Winged Darkness- Chapter 59 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Winged Darkness- Castle Under the Black Curse
As the hours crawled by, the night began to smother the daylight and cut the sun to make it bleed as it brought the black cloud further over the horizon. The cloud appeared to be a hand reaching over all the plains and shattering the pure clouds of snow into nothing. The birds flew in one flock fleeing from the dark cloud looming overhead. As it drew closer, the more lifeless things became. This was not merely a storm cloud, as Link had first thought.
As the worry in Link's heart began to grow, he quickly stood up from his bed and faced the door to the hall. When he reached for the handle, a cold numbness shot through his fingers and raced through his arm. Link shivered as he touched the cold handle and began to push it slowly open. As he did, his breath turned to a white mist and his teeth began to clatter. The wider he opened the door, the more distorted things became. When he opened the door, Link stum
CastielxSerendipity Drabble: Sales PitchCastielxSerendipity Drabble: Sales Pitch3 months ago in Drama More Like This
Serendipity gazed down at the sleeping form beside her, her pale face ghostly in the half light that was filtering through the window from the streetlamps outside, etched with worry. Little fingers reached out to touch Castiel's forehead, feeling the clammy slick of sweat beneath, his skin burning under her touch. He'd been out for hours, which was a concern enough; angels didn't sleep. But this...
For weeks she'd watched him degrade, all the while him giving her quiet assurances he was alright, he was managing, he was at peace with his fate...
The woman let out a sigh in the dark. He'd always been a dreadful liar.
She lifted her hand from his brow, slipping it inside the blue fleece of his robe, feeling the thud of his heart through his sternum. Slow, erratic flutters. Shit.
Serendipity swallowed and hunkered lower onto the mattress, propping herself on her elbow as her other hand smoothed over his damp hair. This was agony. He couldn't really expect her to tolerate it, surely?
I rememberI gave my heart to you, my loveI remember4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was all I had to give
I asked for nothing in return
But hoped some love would live.
In my mental wanderings
One thing lends me strength
A quiet whisper of your name
And I think of you at length.
We walked in light together
Our future seemed secure
Then suddenly it clouded
I knew we were no more.
Think not ill of me, my love
My imperfections manifest
I could not claim perfection
My faults gave me no rest.
I gave my heart to you, my love
So gladly I did give
But you would not accept
That makes it hard to live.
But live I must, thro this one life
And nurse the hollow pain
To learn the bitter lesson
Without which there is no gain.
I say farewell to you, my love
Bearing no ill intent
Memories are dear to me
Malice I will not vent.
You Know You're a Whovian When...1. You always bring a banana to a party.You Know You're a Whovian When...3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
2. Every time you see someone wearing a bowtie, you tell them it's cool.
3. Statues, particularly angels, freak you out.
4. You're constantly on the lookout for Bad Wolf.
5. Whenever you don't know what something is, you have the sudden urge to taste it.
6. You devoutly believe that Gallifrey was once a planet.
7. You own a sonic screwdriver.
8. You own a fez.
9. You own a bowtie.
10. You named your dog K-9.
11. Whenever you get sick and your parents tell you they're going to take you to the doctor, you squeal in joy before you realize that they mean the doctor, not the Doctor.
12. You'd definitely run off with a stranger in a blue police box.
13. When asked in class why the Titanic sunk, your response is "Because the Doctor didn't save it".
14. You always capitalize 'doctor' or 'master' even when it isn't needed.
15. The phrase "Bingle bongle, dingle dangle, yickiddy-do yickiddy-da, ping pong, lippytappytootah" actually has some s
Twisted...As the clock's arms struck 13, with a broken compass in one hand and an inverted mirror in the other, I took a seat in my leg-less chair, looked out the window, and watched the transclucent sun fade into a twisted shade of dark blue...Twisted...5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
Crazy TricksterClose your eyes, and count to threeCrazy Trickster5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And tell me what you think of me.
Are you just like all the others?
Finding me as a total bother?
They all called me crazy
But that's just how I be
Heartless and full of pain
With a cloud overhead that constantly rains
I'm planning on using a sharp, pointy knife
Just to end my lousy life
But I just can't seem to find one
This whole house seems to have none!
What must I use to commit such a sin?
God has challenged me to a war that I can't win
He's giving me diseases that'll take my life away
SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CREATE ME IF YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME ANYWAYS?!
I'll grab that razor and go across my wrist
I'll grab that note you left me and hold it close, knowing how much I'll be missed
But hey, at least there's an upside
Next time you hear my voice
I'll be right by your side
The WebFickle is your nameThe Web5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cruel your nature.
I spun for you a web
A filament of fire
within a gossamer haven.
An intertwining web
of soft entrapment.
Now broken strands.
My web could not hold
with such fragile grip.
The web I wove to keep you near
now keeps me here,
alone and trapped forever.
On the Lights of HeavenIn Heaven,On the Lights of Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars cannot be seen,
and so the stars are sacred.
Soon To ComeSoon To Come4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Life moves on no matter what
Even for this old mutt
No matter your past
Not even you can last
Death is soon to rise
So dont fill yourself with lies
Dont conform with the world
Dont get messed up in their coral
But we will all fall
When we hear that devil call
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
Love DoctorLove Doctor3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is a One-Shot and it contains ChessShipping. If you don't like the Shipping, then I suggest you leave now~
Oh, so you stayed? THEN LET'S BEGIN!
The snow was falling quietly on the Unova Region. There wasn't a single town without a bit of snow that day. Even Nuvema town had a few snow on the streets. The town was as always silent.
Well, I take that back. There were a few very loud sneezes echoing in the cold air that were coming from a certain house, located right in the center of the small town.
In her bedroom, White was lying on her bed, blowing her running nose. She took a look at the used tissue, made a disgusted sound, and threw it carelessly at her trash bin from where she was. The tissue failed to fall in the bin and it landed at the massive pile of already used tissues next to it.
She groaned from the endless fever that was haunting her for days. Her mom went to work early today and she left all the thi
W Swiecie Basni cz3W ŚWIECIE BAŚNIW Swiecie Basni cz34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Część 3 - Dom
Nie pamiętałam momentu, gdy bajki przestały mnie pocieszać. Nie pamiętałam, jak Włóczykij wziął mnie za rękę i wyciągnął z tego piekła. Nie pamiętałam, jak się dostaliśmy z powrotem do małego mieszkania w kamienicy.
Wciąż przed oczyma miałam puste paciorki Misia Uszatka.
Siedzieliśmy w milczeniu w moim pokoju - paradoksalnie właśnie tam, gdzie się to wszystko zaczęło. Włóczykij oparł się o ławę. Nie widziałam jego twarzy, gdyż głowę miałam pochyloną w dół. Nie chciałam, aby zobaczył moją rozpłakaną i pełną czerwonych plam twarz. To mi przypominało, że praktycznie nienawidziłam, gdy ludzie widzieli mnie zapłakaną i ka