Vanilla ch. 2VanillaVanilla ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Over the next few battles, Sniper found himself looking out for the little Medic. He'd often catch sight of the German while hunting for REDs, and would find himself watching the man work. He'd often snipe just the REDs coming after the younger man, ignoring the rest of the team totally(they can take care of themselves, he often said). He found that Medic wasn't ever fully relaxed, not even when hidden from the REDs and attempting to rest.
One day, before battle, Sniper pulled Medic to the side.
"V-vat is... Wrong, Herr Sniper?"
"I saw you yesterday, during battle. You seem to not be able to rest during battle. I know that a good moment's rest will help you out, but you can never find that rest. Follow me, when the battle starts, okay?"
Medic nodded, and when the battle started, he trailed the Australian, to a small wooden tower. After climbing a few flights of stairs, they came to a small room, with a door that locked. After Medic stepped in, Sniper turned and shut the do
Vanilla ch.5VanillaVanilla ch.54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The celebration lasted the night. There was drinking, singing, and other forms of partying. Medic had his fair share of drinks, which amused much of the team, since the tiny man was quite talkative when he was drunk. Of course, no one could understand a word he said, but it still amused them.
At about midnight, Sniper felt a tug on his shirt. He turned, to find the little Medic, looking up at him. Sniper set down his drink, and turned to the German.
"Hey there, Medic... What's up?"
The smaller man fidgeted, before leaning against the Australian. Sniper could tell, that Medic wasn't as drunk as he was hours earlier, and it shocked him to see the German lean against him so willingly. Still, he couldn't help but wrap an arm around the young man.
"I... Vas zhinking about vhat you said earlier.... How you... Don't vant to lose me. Vhat did you mean by zhat, Herr Sniper?"
Sniper looked down at him, a bit shocked. He almost forgot he'd said that.
"I.... Well...." Sniper suddenly
1001101011100110101111 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
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Nazco siendo un cero en un paquete de información procesado.
Soy la anomalía predicha, la ausencia de voltaje donde debería haberla; no soy nada, estoy muerto. Un fallo del sistema que será eliminada en cuanto se lean los otros elementos de mi paquete. Tendría que haber sido un uno, pero algo ha salido mal.
No tendría que estar aquí.
¿Qué será de mi cuando llegue la información a su destino? ¿Aun puedo aferrarme a la esperanza de que me elijan a mi, en vez de los otros elementos fálicos de mi paquete? No. El protocolo no puede alterarse, mi paquete representa un uno, YO tendría que haber sido un uno, todo el paquete será borrado para crear un único uno. Así funciona el sistema de transferencia a prueba de fallos, y yo soy un fallo. Al menos si hubiese habido tres ceros más conmigo, seguiría ex
Vanilla ch. 16VanillaVanilla ch. 164 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Isn't he beautiful when he's upset?"
"You're fuckin' sick! You know that?!"
"So I've been told... You know... You're a quick little bunny... But... I'm quicker..."
"O-oh, God.... P-please, man! All those jokes I cracked... They're just for fun... P-please don't... N-no!"
Dieter sat in Gerald's room, scribbling away at the note pad. He was casually doodling a stick person, frowning at his own lack of artistic ability. He jumped, nearly out of his skin, when he heard the door unlock, then open. He sighed when the BLU Spy walked in, mask in his hands.
"Did I scare you, Dieter? I'm sorry! It's late... Why are you still awake?'
"I vas drawing! Or.... Trying to draw...." The man frowned, looking at the stick figure he drew. He ripped it out, crumbling it up and throwing it onto the floor. There, it joined many other pieces of paper, all bearing the RED Team logo, and containing other failed attempts at art.
Gerald laughed, bending down and picking up one of the balls an
Letters To Coldfront 2Letters to ColdfrontLetters To Coldfront 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deiter sat in his room, on his bed. It was rare, these days, that he was in his own room so late at night. He was usually being harassed by Soldier, or awoken by a nightmare, and hurrying to Sniper's van. A knock on his door startled him.
"Yo, Doc! You got a letter! It's from Coldfront!" Came Scout's voice. Medic jumped up, excited, and opened the door.
"D-danke, Herr Scout!" He said quickly, taking the letter and smiling at the younger(yet taller) boy.
He hurridly opened the letter, reading the contents with a smile.
"Engel.... Zhat is his name..." He whispered to himself, heading for the desk to reply.
"Dear Herr Engel:
Zhank you for your vell-vishes! I am making more und more friends as zhe days go by! B-but.... Zhe RED Spy here... He is so scary! H-he is alvays following me, and vants to hurt me! B-but.. He says he... He loves me! Zhat... Zhat is not love, is it?"
Medic had to stop. Just remembering the RED Spy scared him to death! He got up, and walked o
VanillaVanillaVanilla4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BLU Medic was a shy man. He'd just been graduated from the Training Facility, when he was transfered to 2Fort. The area was hot, hotter than he was used to, and not even the creek that flowed in from just over the fence helped some days(it was the only part of the creek they dared swim in).
Medic also didn't speak much English. When he did, it came out broken, fragmented. It was something Soldier picked at often. He ALSO disliked change. When they were first transfered away from 2Fort, to Harvest, he freaked out and spent days in the medical ward, refusing to come out. Until their Sniper coaxed him out, that is. The Australian had a way with small animals, and the way Medic was acting was akin to a scared puppy.
After that, the second-youngest member of the team often turned to the older man when he got scared. Sniper learned to go to bed just a little later, just in case the German couldn't sleep. He'd hear a knock on his van door, and open it, to reveal the young man, in a dr
Dolls of the AbyssTear let out a forlorn sigh. So long since Luke had died And she still was unable to move on. Currently, she sat upon Anise's couch, still deeply depressed. The young girl stepped out of the kitchen, holding her doll/weapon.Dolls of the Abyss3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Tear " The soldier wiped away a few years at the sound of Anise's voice. "Thank you for inviting me over Anise." Tear mumbled. Anise felt much pain in her heart. Seeing Tear like this it was heart wrenching.
"Here" She handed Tear her favorite doll. The brunet soldier was a bit reluctant, but took it. With great care, she hugged the toy to her ample breasts. A thought seemed to manifest into her mind upon touching the toy. 'It must be nice. Being a toy . No cares, no sorrow, simply existing. To be adorable and loved ' The younger girl approached her curvy friend with a devious smile. "You really like toys, don't you Tear?" Grants was hesitant to answer, but nodded after a moment. "Toys are so nice. They needn't worry about anything. They
Plastic GirlPlastic Girl6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
-"Tap tap tap tap!" - Such is the melodious sounds the endless tapping of my nails on my name tag does.
I slightly pulled the tag toward my face, making sure it still had my name written on it, "Erin". As if it was going to change. I plummeted down on the counter lazily, laying bored, resting my head over my arms. I tried repeatedly to blow a lock of my brownish hair flowing down into my face, it was so annoying to have it fall like that, especially after my daily struggle to meticulously comb it so it hugged my head on the sides perfectly, not on my face.
-"Wake up brunette!" - Demanded the most irritating person I knew -"I'm going to take a break," - oh! There is a surprise -"You watch everything while I'm gone, 'kay?" - She told me.
Vicky was the most despicable coworker in the whole world. She was so vain and felt all mighty just because I was the new girl, she always took long breaks while I did all the work. I admit, it didn't bother me much to do all the work alone, anythin
Secret ShipmentSecret Shipment5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It seemed like a shipment like any other, except the Professor hadn't sent Fry or Bender along with Leela on this delivery, just Amy. "So what are we supposed to be shipping anyhow?" Amy asked. "Not sure, we're just supposed to take it to Planet TF." Leela replied.
"Is that it over there?" Amy asked, pointing to a dark and foreboding planet, covered with dark clouds. "No, that's the planet of disgruntled postal workers." Leela replied as a large mailbox flag rose up on the side of the planet. "That's it over there!" Leela said as they headed for the planet. On the other side of the planet was a large woman's face stretched out over the surface..
As the Planet Express ship landed in the spaceport, Leela and Amy went to the back part of the ship, they wheeled out the large crate they were delivering, "Wow this is light!" Amy said, "Hey, this is empty!" Leela realized, "Then what are we delivering!?" Amy asked. "Yourselves!" Someone said, shooting them both with sl
Vanilla ch. 3VanillaVanilla ch. 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few nights after that talk, Sniper was woken up in the middle of the night by loud banging on his trailer door. Groggily, he stumbled over to the door, and opened it, growling a bit. The person banging squeeked, and he realized it was the Medic.
"H-her Sniper.... Entschuldige.... I...." A loud explosion behind him made the man squeek and jump forward, nearly knocking the half-asleep Sniper over.
"What th' hell...?" The explosion came from their own base... Had the enemy infiltrated?
"H-her Soldier.... H-he suddenly started screaming at me, v-vaking me up.... I don't know vhy....."
Another explosion shook the base, and Medic darted past Sniper, crawling into the bed and hiding under the covers. Sniper could hear him whimpering. He sighed and closed the door, walking over and sitting on the bed.
"Medic... Are you okay, mate?" He asked, patting the lump in the bed that was the doctor. The lump shuffled, and a pair of blue eyes peered out at Sniper from under the blankets.
Vanilla ch. 8VanillaVanilla ch. 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"H-he cut me!"
"I see that, pardner. Now, sit still so I can make sure ya don't need to go see Doc!"
The RED Engineer was getting rather annoyed at the RED Spy. The Frenchman was muttering about being cut, with a wild grin on his face. He REALLY didn't like the way the man was rambling on.
"He cut me! Th-that means.... THAT MEANS!"
His outburst caused the Texan to jump in surprise.
"That means what, pardner?"
Spy turned to the Engie, a feral grin on his face. The look in the man's eyes scared the builder to the core, and he regretted even asking.
"That Medic loves me...."
The words were barely a whisper, but Engie heard them.
"I... Don't think that's what it means, Spah..." Engie backed off, letting the man put the jacket back on. He couldn't help but notice the man didn't wince, but looked blissful when moving the sliced-open shoulder.
Spy swung his neck to stare at the Texan, his eyes cold and dark.
"What... Did you say? OF COURSE IT MEANS HE LOVES ME! AER YOU BLIND?!"
Vanilla ch. 13VanillaVanilla ch. 134 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next few weeks were quiet. The Soldiers agreed to put fighting on hold, seeing as how it was unfair to the BLUs to fight when they have no Medic in fighting condition(which shocked EVERYONE). The young Medic frequently took trips over to RED Base to have sessions with Alfons, to try to regain his voice. Things were going slow, and the younger Medic often resorted to tugging on clothing to get the attention of anyone he wanted.
"You have to talk sometime, Dieter..."
Dieter was sitting outside, legs over a cliff, with the BLU Spy, Gerald, and RED Medic, Alfons. The young Medic looked sadly at the Spy, opening his mouth to say something. Of course, nothing came out.
"He vill talk, vhen he is able, Gerald. Give him a break..." Alfons said, ruffling the younger Medic's hair.
They sat in silence for a bit, before Alfons spoke up again.
"Deiter.... If... Gerlad und I vere to run avay.... Vould you come vizh us...?"
The blond German never looked at Dieter, so he missed the m
Vanilla ch.4VanillaVanilla ch.44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic squirmed in the arms of the Spy behind him. He whimpered, scared and unsure of what to do. He wanted to scream, but he was scared the Spy would slit his throat.
"Ma Petit.... You are better in person, than what I expected. So small, so perfect..." He heard the Spy whsiper into his ear. Medic started stammering in German, too nervous and scared to form English sentences. The Spy just laughed, nuzzling the smaller man's neck. Medic was whimpering and shaking, rambling on in German. He felt the Spy nuzzling his neck again, and freaked out more. Suddenly, he saw a glint. Sniper! He wiggled more, then started screaming.
"Hilf! Hilf!" He started screaming for help, hoping someone was around to help him. Suddenly, a little blue dot appeared on his chest. He knew Sniper was trying to aim for the Spy. Medic froze, giving Sniper a chance to get the Spy, but the Spy was too quick. He ducked down behind Medic, his butterfly knife out in an instant and aimed for Medic's throat.
Vanilla ch. 11VanllaVanilla ch. 114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic took a gasp as he respawned. It was never easy, but this time, he wanted to scream. But, he found himself unable, even though his mouth was open. He grabbed his throat, feeling a nasty scar, and whimpered. He found a corner of the respawn room, and curled up, not wanting to go back out onto the battlefeild. He pulled his knees up to his chin, closing his eyes and whimpering. He felt tears well up in his eyes, and did nothing to stop them from flowing.
He did not see the BLU Sniper as he respawned, clutching his head.
"Fuckin' brat... Damn, that hurt!" Sniper muttered, looking around for the Medic. He rushed over, kneeling down in front of the man.
"M-medic...? You okay...?"
He fell back when the Medic tackled him, burying his face in Sniper's shirt, still crying. Sniper held him, as the young man sobbed quietly.
"It's okay, Medic.... I'm right here, and I'll protect you..."
Alfons grunted as he respawned, reaching back and rubbing where Gerald's knife went. He
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Vanilla ch. 15VanillaVanilla ch. 154 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerald was lazily strolling through the BLU base. His suit jacket was off (hanging in his closet, no doubt), and he even left his baklava off, revealing curly black hair, darker than night, and a small scar going across his nose. He didn't see the Medic until they were on the ground, the younger man rambling on in his native tonuge (Gerald understood enough to understand that something happened that clearly freaked him out).
"Calm down, mon ami! I cannot understand you if you don't!" He grabbed Dieter's shoulders, making the young man look at him. He noticed bruised lips, and frowned. His frown deepened when he saw that the Medic was missing his Medic's jacket, and that his shirt was ripped open.
"H-herr Spy!" Dieter gasped and threw himself at the Spy, hugging him. Gerald held the younger man, feeling him shake in fear.
"Herr Sniper... He came in my room... A-and... He tried to...."
Gerald gently put a hand over Medic's mouth.
"You don't have to say it, mon a
Queen Sized CandaceQueen Sized CandaceQueen Sized Candace2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Story by Dylan Carbonell
Written by Dylan Carbonell and Darren Heideman
[We open on Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. where an orange colored beam shoots out, followed by an explosion. Quickly following that, Perry is seen paragliding away to safety.]
Doofenshmirtz: Curse you, Perry the Platypus!
[At the Flynn-Fletcher home, Candace hops about and points towards the backyard.]
Candace: Mom, Dad! Mom, Dad! Look, look, look, look, look!
[Linda sighs and she and Lawrence head to the yard. There, Candace has her back to the yard, and folds her arms and smirks.]
Candace: Now tell me you don't see any solar powered, hovercraft bumper cars right in front of your very eyes.
Linda: We don't see any solar powered, hovercraft bumper cars right in front of our very eyes.
[Candace turns to see that there is only her brothers and their friends in the empty backyard. In utter shock, drops to her knees.]
Candace: WHERE...DID...IT...GO?! (sobs)
[Phineas and Ferb and their friends slowly walk
Fear and Madness - Epilogue 'You can do this,' he kept telling himself. 'You can do this 'Fear and Madness - Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lord, how his nerves were shot. Jonathan Crane stood on the doorstep of Jervis Tetch's current house, as he had been for the past ten minutes, simply staring at the threshold with discouraged eyes, wringing his hands together nervously.
He heaved a tired sigh as he turned to leave again. He hadn't taken more than three steps before he came to a stop, frustrated and embarrassed by his own cowardice. 'It's just Jervis, for Christ's sake!' he scolded himself internally. He turned back around, giving the threshold an offended and angry look. He marched to the doorstep with new purpose, but with each step forward, his confidence dissolved. He found himself staring at the door again.
With a disgruntled growl, he ran a hand through his auburn hair. He rubbed the back of his stiff neck with a thin hand. He hadn't slept a wink the night before. Instead, he
Letters To Coldfront 1Letters to ColdfrontLetters To Coldfront 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deiter sat at the well-worn desk, a pad of paper in front of him, and a pen in the other. He had met another BLU Medic, and the man seemed really friendly. They chatted a bit, and became fast friends(which made Sniper happy). The man even gave Deiter his phone number and address to the BLU base at a place called Coldfront. Deiter had never been anywhere other than Upward(which is an odd name for a place, but kind of fit it). He sighed, and began writing.
"Dear mein Freund,
Danke for giving me your address. I... I do not have many friends here at zhe base. Herr Sniper says I should make more, but most of zhe ozhers do not like me. Zhey pick fun of me, for being so shy and for speaking mostly German. Zhe RED Medic is very nice to me, zhough. He gave me mein UberSaw, and is helping me get stronger! He is an old friend of Herr Sniper, so he vants me to stay safe. Zhe BLU Spy is very nice, too. He and zhe RED Medic are.... Vell.... Zhey are a couple! It shocked me, to s
One last time.One last time,One last time.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To raise my voice,
and start to climb,
towards my choice.
One last time,
to make a stand,
against who's crime,
destroys my land.
And there's no choice,
I will not bend,
They'll hear my voice,
that will transcend,
Do what they will,
I fear them not,
I won't stand still,
until I'm shot.
They can't control,
my all-free mind,
my rebel soul,
I am not blind,
So join my cause,
and try once more,
to close their jaws,
we all deplore.
It's this one time,
the last that's left,
before their grime,
leaves just bereft,
I will not stop,
all on my own,
I will not drop,
'till they leave you alone.
One last time,
before they know,
they'll creep like thyme,
I'll shoot my bow.
Safety MathI can math if I want toSafety Math5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can add and multiply
But opposites attract
So I add and subtract, But I
Will not divide.
Say, We can math if we want to
We'll solve for x and y
And we can graph like our polar charts aren't curled
Leave the vectors to derive
We can math
We can math where we want to
We'll solve for theta pi
And we can graph like our polar charts aren't curled
Leave the vectors to derive
We can math
We can math when we want to
Right is positive so I'm high
And we can calculate free
from N to minus 3
And derive a pointless 5
Say, we can graph if we want to
If we don't solve this who will?
You'll make an angle acute
In total solitude
And I can make two circles a wheel
We can math
We can math
We're adding on a roll
We can math
We can graph
Graphing pole to pole
We can math
We can math
Everybody get out your pens
We can math
We can math
We can count by 2's and 10's
Oh, Safety math
Yes, Safety math
We can math if we want to
We've got equations and time
If we understand it
Letters To Coldfront 3Letters to ColdfrontLetters To Coldfront 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dieter looked around the camper van. It was well after midnight, telling him that he'd slept the day away. He rubbed his throat, feeling the scar left behind after the incident the other day, and let out a silent wimper. He crawled over to the sleeping Sniper and curled up, noticing an envelope on the desk nearby. He reached over and grabbed it, turning on the lamp next to him. He gasped silently, finding it from his Medic friend over in Coldfront. He quickly opened it, a smile on his face, and read it over. He grabbed the yellow notepad he'd used to communicate with Sniper, and started writing.
I am sorry zhis is late. Zhings.... Happened. Zhe RED Spy.... He is a very sick man, Herr Engel! He found me after I vas resting from healing Herr Soldier. Zhe zhings he did to me.... Zhey shocked Herr Alfons, zhe RED Medic. Zhey.... Had to send me to respawn, or zhe vounds vould have.... Been perminant. I have scars now, all over mein chest and stomach, u
Legend of The Rainbow LlamaThe Legend Of The Rainbow LlamaLegend of The Rainbow Llama4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a world. A world inhabited entirely by llamas, and llamas alone. There they lived happily, with Llamas and Albinos, populating the continent, Ninjas, Spartans, and Supers keeping the peace. The Wizards kept on making new discoveries to improve life, and the Goldens kept up the faith of religion with their high link to the unknown powers. The Fancys and Kings took political positions to lead the world to and everlasting era of tranquility and peace.
But that peace would not last
A band of Wizards and Goldens did an experiment to try to contact the unknown powers of the universe. Instead, they accidentally unleashed a great evil on the planet.
The Dark Llama.
A being of pure chaos and hatred, who did not know mercy or love, it was sealed by the unknown powers in a tomb to be locked forever. But now that it had awakened, it created a army of Shadow Llamas to consume and destroy the entire planet, and eventually, ever