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Inhuman Resources: Chapter 1Cloud ComputingInhuman Resources: Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You ready?"
"Yeah, Dobe," I replied. "Start it up."
The portable generator chugged hollowly for a moment before finally rumbling into life, a brief green flicker from the computer bank announcing its success. A curl of exhaust issued forth, and to my nose seemed to fill the whole office block with its petroleum stench. Even this, however, was nothing compared to the sensation that accompanied it; subtle, but far more potent.
The computer had not been switched on for some time, and a number of scheduled tasks had accumulated. In my mind's eye, I perceived them, though the screen lay cracked and broken on the floor: toppled
Drabbles Meme - Set 1:Ruzai1. AloneDrabbles Meme - Set 1:Ruzai4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was strange that even all the people he had come to meet within the past few months, he had never felt more alone.
No matter how many times he reassured himself this was the best solution, no matter how many times he told himself that this was the only way to avoid the countless instances of pain he had endured since his time in Fyrst'cercle, no matter how many times he convinced himself that the aching he felt now was nothing compared to before, it hurt to be lonely. A lot.
It hurt to reject others. It hurt to see expressions of disbelief and betrayal on the faces of people he could never bring himself to call 'friend'.
It really hurt pretending he didn't care about this sort of thing when in actuality he cared a little too much.
2. Together
He's always together with Pan whether he likes it or not.
The emotionless voice that echos over their mind link used to make his blood run cold. He had no reason to feel th
Khadromans Knight Division SwanThis information is subject to being UpdatedKhadromans Knight Division Swan5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
An Investigation by the Khadromans Post,
Subject:
Khadromans Knight Division
“Swan”
"A Swan, hm? Not too shabby.”
-First Knight
Erile to Cygnus the Elegance
8th and 9th Regiment Special Warfare
Assault and Reconnaissance (SWAN) Is one of Khadromans Knight
Division’s secretive tier one special operations group. While popularly known
as “Swan” it was formerly listed as “Grace Company” they are a wartime creation
by the first Knight of the generation before, Swans were used as Special operations, Recon and occupation
forces of conquered states during the time past, their appearance were made to
show off intentions of King Gabriel in grace, beauty and honor.
Today the regiment
that used to number in the thousands has been reduced to a mere handful. Since
most of Khadroman hav
bugs hello little wormbugs5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
little line of blue.
i couldn't help but notice you
making your way through porcelain dirt
much like the bed we lay in now
dressed in our finest red sunday skirt
i feel you with just the tips of my fingers-
you've come out to play
it's warm inside and the water is just right
and this bed is your favorite place to stay
cold, cool, rough on my neck
somehow that's the pain that gets to me
that's what bothers me as i watch you
hunched over like a small child examining an insect..
then i remember- that's true
you are a little worm inside me
you've burrowed pretty deep
but not deep enough to keep you
from wha
Las Bestias la voz de Sara IVIVLas Bestias la voz de Sara IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
El arte de dormir con alguien: nos escondemos en su pieza, está sólo, aún son pocos los enviados a podrirse entre estos rincones, supongo que el pabellón A hace una mejor foto. Supongo muchas cosas.
A ratos se duerme él, otros me duermo yo con la certeza de que sus ojos están fijos en mi nuca, en mi espalda. Acaricia mi pelo con ternura, junta su cuerpo con el mío, yo hago un esfuerzo por resistir su piel helada. Pone sus manos entre mis piernas, pego mi cuerpo al suyo, pero nada más ocurre. Dejo el momento pasar.
Las Bestias La voz de Sara IIISeparo mi camino: Álvarez le teme al párroco, se arranca de su mirada y busca un rincón. La misa ya ha comenzado, no hay necesidad de esperar a nadie. Escucha la Palabra atentos, hipnotizados, pero creo que el contenido es poco importante, la música es lo que les importa. El sonido chocando contra las paredes.Las Bestias La voz de Sara III2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No hay necesidad de símbolos religiosos, basta con el avatar del nuevo dios. Quijada se mueve como bailando flamenco, es una onda sónica movién-dose, un arco se forma desde los dedos de sus pies hasta los de sus manos. Es elegante a pesar del pelo apelmazado, y la barba. No puede tener menos de trei
Las Bestias la voz de SaraILas Bestias la voz de Sara2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No es tan complicado: una mano primero, otra después, luego aplicar un poco de fuerza, lo he ensayado tantas veces. En mis numerosas preparaciones la operación nunca me lleva menos de cero punto veinticinco minutos, demasiado. Dudo por un momento ¿Qué pasa si me ve un auxiliar? O peor, ¿qué pasa si me ve uno de mis compañeros? Me imagino su cara de asombro, mirándome sus ojos de vaquita dormilona. ¿Se puede salir? ¿Dónde vas Sara Pelo Sucio? ¿Dónde vas niña colorada? ¿Dónde vas pajarito loco? Ten
Bajo Raiz Relato Propuesta IIIBajo Raiz Relato Propuesta I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Es una costumbre de mi pueblo contar historias las noches inquietas como esta. Perdonen si a veces me cuesta avanzar, todo esto fue hace mucho, pero comenzaré como corresponde, por el principio. Mi nombre es Omar, y soy uno de los que ustedes llaman Beduinos, pues mi verdadero hogar está al norte, entre las arenas del gran desierto.
Mi padre era el líder de nuestro clan, un hombre firme, con brazos fuertes y ojos como halcón. Yusuf, mi hermano, a sus quince años ya era una leyenda, uno de los más grandes cazadores que el clan hubiese conocido. Vivir bajo la fama de ambos era muy dif
Looking blindly into the fogLooking blindly into the fog3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the pier the beach stretched miles. Today it was foggy, the water and sand engulfed hardly twenty feet from the railing.
Winter. We had come here several times in snow flurries, calm days that were cold only when the wind blew over the water. The season had never really mattered to her, she had always insisted on going to the beach.
As a child Aneka's hair had been near white, framing her red cheeks perfectly. Tightly bundled, she was forced to waddle awkwardly along the shore. She had enjoyed "saving" seashells, mostly empty, by throwing them back in the water.
A good part of her childhood had been spent here, and in some
Laugh, LaughLaugh, Laugh now, the torment and pain has gone, Laugh away your sorrow and grief, smile for tomorrow is a new day,Laugh, Laugh1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Laugh...Laugh at the hatred that claws at you. Love yourself, be who you are, what you want to be.
Not what they want you to be. Be yourself, be proud in your oddities, your mistakes, your failures, your shortcomings.
You are who you are, you are special, you are unique,
you are yourself, never change for those too blind to see just how special you are.
You are your own being your own person,
and if someone wants you to change for them, say nay, I am who I am, love me for me, not for what you think I should be. Laugh, Laug
MusicI escape into my music,Music1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it's my safe haven
my place of comfort,
no one to judge how I live,
to judge how I am.
To be safe from the hatred
the disdain of the world.
I am safe, here in my room,
with my music surrounding me
in a vibration cocoon.
Let my mind escape the torments of the day,
to shut off and wander away.
Let me breath easy as I am serenaded,
let the pain of the day be seared off my flesh,
as I fall into a trance.
I am free and alone,
Free to my thoughts and my music,
my safe haven...My own little world...
ZoA: A New DawnIt was a rare occasion. Zareth was actually in his own home. To be fair, he was there with four girls who he'd 'chivalrously' rescued from the storm crashing against the windows, but the surprise still stands. With a cosy (but woefully underused) fire burning, he'd got everything quite cosy pretty quickly, considering he hadn't been there for nearly three weeks.ZoA: A New Dawn1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd just come into the living room with hot chocolate for everyone when the lights went out. One girl screamed, but the rest were bright enough to realise the fire was giving off light.
“Again?” said Zareth with a sigh. “They really need to sort this out. If you ladies will be all right by yourselves for just a few moments more, I'll go fetch some candles for a little extra light.”
“Zareth, shouldn't you be careful? In the scenes like this in the horror stories, it's always the ones who go off by themselves who die first,” said one of the girls, Olivya, coyly.
“Well then, whatever lurk
ZoA: New DawnThe past few weeks had been a jumbled mass of chaos, fear, and exhaustion for Interra, barely held together by her Trissarion heritage. Indeed, by now she was absolutely certain that only her training as a Trissarion knight, and the discipline, order, and strength it gifted her with, was responsible for getting her through the recent nightmare. Otherwise she was sure she would have long since fallen apart dwelling on what had happened, unable to handle herself or the situation. Even now, thinking about it still made her shudder, despite her training.ZoA: New Dawn1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slayers had invaded Tyrim.
They had invaded it, in a full-scale horde. Not even a year ago
VillaRoma Rp-Troubled NightVillaRoma Rp ;Troubled NightVillaRoma Rp-Troubled Night1 month ago in Drama More Like This
Tiilaqiia, Kitaar & Cross
The girl was sitting alone on the bleachers, humming softly the wind gently tossed her hair around her face but she didn’t care. The night was warm and she was alone, that was all she cared about. The song wove around her, a lullaby from her homeland. This is where she came at night to relax, and to reflect upon the events of her life. Also though she wouldn’t tell anyone she also used a small patch of trees to pray and make offerings to the land, and for the continued health of those she cared for. That was where she was planning on going after this, but for now she sat, and
Simply WickedYou're the cause of my unstable emotionsSimply Wicked2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you lead a life of unrealistic devotion
forget to pass on the knowledge you once knew
and drown your self in the lies death told you
You feel like a god but you say you're a king
has anybody else been hit by this ring?
Devoted to nothing, devoted to fail
My unstable emotions make you and your friends turn pale
Respecting your allies who claim to be-
Looking in places where you shouldn't see-
I guess I'm just a scrambled old man
in a 15 year old's body , spread out on the pan
and fried alive and fried a little less
the melancholy of my woes is- I digress
I give up on you and your family to
Yellow ScissorsYellow ScissorsYellow Scissors2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Double, dynamic, dangerous, deadly, daggers
Goldenrod as a singing, fluttering canary
Threatening anyone and anything that dares to wander in its path
Its blades of steel
Are too sharp to feel
A tamed beast, ready to bite at it's master's command
Blades capable of destroying anything in its path
Victory by SunriseVictory by SunriseVictory by Sunrise2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
World War One
A time for violence
Bloodshed
Soldiers fighting for their beliefs
Guns, death, dirt, sickness
Pointless killing of many young men
For the greater good
Life is ephemeral
Taken in a matter of seconds
Hundreds of bodies by nightfall
Men still fight knowing they might not live ‘till sunrise
Sunrise
No Gunshots Ringing
No bombs exploding
Just silence
Victory has come
No sound can be heard
Except for the crow of the Rooster
ZoA: Tyrim's Struggle - Hiding and WaitingIt was dark; only the small sliver of light filtering through the tiny round window gave any light to the small room. It was the only window in the whole building that wasn't boarded up. The once welcoming library now looked like it had been abandon. The doors were barricaded shut with heavy bookcases, and the windows were nailed shut with thick boards. It looked as if no one had been there for quite some time.ZoA: Tyrim's Struggle - Hiding and Waiting3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
However, there was someone still living within the closed off building. Amelia sat in the smallest room of her home, the one hidden behind a bookcase door, which only a couple people knew about. It seemed like the safest place to hide
ZoA: Tyrim's Struggle“Zareth, what about the time Tyrim was attacked? I bet you have some great stories from then.” Zareth sighed and took a bite of his steak. It was a beautiful day, and it seemed a shame to ruin it by talking about that particular trip. Still, who was he to disappoint the eager young ladies before him?ZoA: Tyrim's Struggle3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You could say that. But I'll warn you, this one isn't all sunshine and daisies.”
“We don't mind. We want to hear everything.”
“Alright,” said Zareth, with a resigned shake of his head, “But if you want to understand this one, I'll have to start a bit further back...”
I didn't always live in Caeli, y'know. I grew up in a small town in Tyrim, not too far from the border. Boring place, nothing there. So I left first chance I got, and joined the army. And you girls already know how that one turned out. But that's not the thing here. Anyway, about a year later, my brother moved out as well, so he could learn magic properly. Lif
There so much I could say...There so much I could say about high school. But I can sum it up in 3 words: I hate it.There so much I could say...3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Every school has cliques, no one can deny that. And I know I’m not the only one that feels this way, but I want to tell my side anyway.
Everyone I know fits into society in their own way. They can connect to other people. Some groups are obvious… Jocks, nerds, whores, band geeks, and many more. But I can’t fit in anywhere at all. The anime fans are too rabid in my school, the nerds are too smart, artists are too good at art… I’d call myself a geek, a nerd, and an anime fan, an artist too but I’m not qualified enough to
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Monster of the valleyThe plague rose up from their grave againMonster of the valley3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spreading panic and fear in the valley
Raping everyone until their guts spread out
Leaving them behind begging for mercy
Black as the coldest night and eyes red as blood
The biggest disgrace to the race of being
Can't stand anyone and itself anymore
Just hoping for the day that
When it falls asleep that it won't wake up anymore
Something so horrible it just deserves to die
When it falls asleep that it won't wake up anymore
Something so feared you just want to cry
Try to hide, but it will still get you
The plague resembles a plain crazy man
Solid as the earth, making the toughest suffer
A silent kil
AW TWp3: LightLight.AW TWp3: Light3 months ago in Sketches More Like This
For a creature who's frail skin couldn't bear the acid of the sunlight, the darkness was important. But even creatures of the shadows needed light, for didn't for former rely upon the latter?
No, not at all. Darkness is the absence of light. There were few things that Adelaide was sure of, but he was sure of that. Light was, however, useful for sight, which was why the pit of the large cavern was lit with a soft glow.
The island in the middle of the underwater spring should perhaps have been the focal point here, but no. The Delakan was staring rather intently at a small pile of glowing rocks; the only part of Adelaide's Nexran life
Sta.sh
