Two Destroyers -- Memory 04: ClashThe two of them didn't stay put long. Hardly a few minutes passed before Naida deemed it safe to start walking again. Derrek found it difficult to break the icy atmosphere. When she had identified the land as Gelbane, it left him feeling empty. If this wasn't home, how did he get there? From her blunt manner, Derrek found no reason for her to be lying; he lacked the conviction and bravery to challenge her further.
The dirt path of the forest was now lined with dense gravel; a glimmer of hope that civilization was ahead. They had been walking for most of the day and it left him skeptical he would ever see his neighborhood again.
He was getting tired; his heavy trodden footsteps left him exhausted. In contrast, Naida seemed fine, gliding along the path with little effort. She seemed focused wore a scowl when he managed to hurry his pace enough to walk alongside her. She was staring at something: a gathering of men ahead. They
If It Meant Living: Tales - LeviathanIf It Meant Living: Tales - Leviathan3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
If It Meant Living: Tales
Title: If It Meant Living: Tales – "Leviathan"
Game: Mass Effect Trilogy
Disclaimer: Bioware owns all rights to Mass Effect and its characters
Content Warning: Language, Violence
November, 2190: Four Years After the End of the Reaper War
Blackdamp, Asteria: Hekate System, Hades Nexus
Liara swore she could feel her skin drying and cracking apart as soon as they stepped off the transport and into the spaceport. She hadn’t been on a planet this hot outside of a combat mission since the eight months spent on Therum a lifetime ago…and even Therum hadn’t been this damn dry.
As she glanced over at Shepard walking alongside her, she suddenly wondered why she continued to adhere to the customary Asari style of dres
The Dragon MechanicThe door was locked.The Dragon Mechanic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Septimer had vague memories of being six, curled up in her uncle's lap while he sat at his great big ink-stained writing table and sketched out diagrams of gears and machines and dragons. His clothes smelled subtly of car exhaust and molten metal, but it was a smell she loved because it was her uncle's smell. In his dim study, the only light was that of his tall desk lamp and Loki's red eyes, like dying embers, burning faintly in the shadows at the back of the room. Her great mechanical heartbeat filled the room with a slow, deep, steady pulse.
While her uncle worked and Septimer watched, her eyes barely peeking over the rim of the desk, he would tell her of how Loki's namesake, a trickster god of Norse mythology, wrapped himself in a cloak of feathers and flew to the ends of the earth in search of Thor's hammer. She dreamt endlessly of climbing onto Loki's back and sitting just between the giant's beating wings, wrapping her arms around his neck while the wo
The Road Not Taken: 1945Turtledove's "Road not Taken" in 1945.The Road Not Taken: 19453 years ago in Settings More Like This
In this world, another bunch of pre-scientific aliens descended upon British India in October, 1945, with plunder and conquest in mind, only to run into machine guns, anti-aircraft artillery, overlapping fields of fire, etc. The dark red, somewhat slimy and rather appendage-gifted Ssslethy being rather less cute than the teddy-bearish Roxolani, and the Indian Army of 1945 being a trifle more ruthless than the US army of 2039, none of the invaders survived: however, the antigravity generator for one of their shuttles was captured intact.
Earth scientists have spent the last 65 years banging their heads against the incontrovertible fact that if you arrange copper, quartz crystals, and a piece of magnetite in a certain configuration, and rotate it, you get an antigravity field, in spite of there being no discernable reason why this should be so. Quantum mechanics has gone off in some very odd directions, most of them dead ends, since 1945, as have th
Transhuman MegalomaniaDefinition: Not a new mental illness. Refers to victims of megalomania whose modified abilities justify the subject's sense of importance.Transhuman Megalomania8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Due to the ubiquitous nature of mods, cybernetic, nanotechnological, bioengineered, psionic, or transubstantiative, it is inevitable that certain megalomaniacs are also high-powered modders. Ascertaining whether the illness induced the subject's extensive modification or if modding cements the illness has generally been dismissed as a chicken-or-the-egg conundrum.
There is little to be done for treatment of hyper-megalomaniacs, other than necessary acts of subdual and detainment. Treatment can begin after the subject is forcibly deprived of mods and demoted to a baseline megalomania status.
The Satyr's CrownThe Satyr's CrownThe Satyr's Crown3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beyond my village is a wood where demons lie in wait.
None dare to tempt them with their blood, nor gamble with their fate.
Yet late one night I wake alone within the forest, deep;
unsure of how I left my home while still in bed, asleep.
My gown is torn where I had walked through brambles with bare feet.
In pain and sweat I had not balked at summer's nighttime heat.
I shake to think of what I've done; I'd meet my end for sure.
Yet when I turn as if to run I see that I've been lured.
Before me stands a satyr, tall, with pan flute in his hand.
He'd played a tune that, to me, called; I'd come at his command.
At first I fear to look upon the demon's monstrous face,
but then I see the spiraled horns are fastened on with lace.
Atop a mask that hides his eyes, entangled in his hair,
a crown of thorn and thistle lies; in power and despair.
I know him then, and fear no more. I take his hands in mine.
I'd met him in a dream before, and kissed his lips that time.
Tip of AbandoningThere once was a feelingTip of Abandoning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of fright, of dark shadows covering me like a skin, being absorbed in my nerves like itchy lotion, freezing my bones and aggressively filling them with helpless fear, agony and ear shattering cries.
There once was a feeling
Of Emptiness, my heart breaking itself to particles, A harsh though of loneliness dipped deep in my wailing soul, trapped within myself, can’t break free from nothingness.
There once was a feeling
As if I’m drowning, in the deepest crevices of the hungry, unfaithful ocean. Emotion of roaring in timid suffocation, drowning down for long painful hours without hitting the sea bed.
i only asked for the end of the world"i found shadows in the sun again,"i only asked for the end of the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i looked at her
with a gleam of sarcasm in my eyes,
as she looked down with wind in her hair.
the night looked lovely on her.
the purple of post-nebula progression
it made her eyes look electric blue
though they were a soft green.
"i said, i found shadows on the sun again."
she'd never look up unless
she couldn't breathe and needed
to pull a sigh out of her butterfly winged lungs.
and that bothered me;
- she'd refuse to breathe
only because the air seemed
she'd give up so easily sometimes.
i run out of pretty things to say
but she looks at me expectantly,
hoping i'll find my muse
within the corner of he