How to Speak Sangheili 2 Oyaka! Dye-dact era ero-me!How to Speak Sangheili 21 year ago in Profiles More Like This
-Faster! Move as if the Didact himself were watching!
Jul 'Mdama! Ero Dye-dact kishu watakara aash imush.
-Jul 'Mdama! I did not expect the Didact's Hand so soon.
Infinite kushe dura gushe gu. Gek ,Ru-kiki.
-Infinity's arrival has advanced my schedule. Rise, Gek.
Eche mata, rute shibo.
-We are still preparing, Shipmaster- we still have yet to be able to activate the shrine.
Renju shuta key-ah eda.
-You are prepared now brother.
Art-ifac deda que.
-Bring the artifact's gift.
Ruke shite shina ruke act.
-He offers his knowledge in exchange for his life.
Ieshu mehe uhe-ga.
- I am willing to accept his offer...for a time.
Young Justice-Coming Home-CompleteYoung Justice: Coming Home-Complete-Young Justice-Coming Home-Complete1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Something is wrong." Batman's gravely voice alerted the mentors of the team that he had entered the meeting room after they had returned from their mission.
"What is wrong Batman?" Martian Manhunter inquired.
"I can not reach the Cave or Robin. The Zeta tubes are down and Red Tornado is not responding." Batman reported and the present mentor's eyes widened suddenly on their feet completely alert.
"Fix those tubes! We need to get there now!" Black Canary ordered going into 'panicked mother mode' she look over to see both John and Batman already working on the program for the Zeta tubes in their own parental modes.
"They are working on our end, they are unresponsive on the Cave's end. We will have to beam to the nearest one and proceed from there." Batman reported and the league rushed to the Zeta Tubes, Superman was the last to go in.
"Recognized. Batman. Martian Manhunter. Green Arrow. Black Canary. Aquaman. Flash. Superman." The female voice rang
CarefulBe careful my child,Careful2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As you watch and see
How scary the world
can actually be
For dark alleyways
Hold bloody secrets
And ghostly graveyards
Hold deathly spirits
Where all sidewalks end
And all liars dream
Where hope was left back
Fate's not what it seems
Man's ruined choices,
All dreams fade away
All mourn the sorrow
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Michael Jackson, Planet EarthPlanet Earth, my home, my placeMichael Jackson, Planet Earth1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid
Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.
In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood
Your misty clouds, your electric storm
Were turbulent tempests in my own form
I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste
In your beauty I've known the how
Of timeless bl
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke
Papers, Please.Papers, Please.3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dented cone on top of the squat concrete bunker spat the command with a hiss of static. The lights either side of the door flicked from red to green and in lockstep the line shuffled a single pace forward. Guards in fur-flapped hats and thick olive green coats shuffled their grip on relics of guns, churned out in their thousands and used until they fell apart they had the misfortune of being one of the few things in this world with any semblance of reliability.
Razor wire lined the wall, the bunker forming the only gap in it. Dogs circled on chain link leashes, sniffing for bombs, sniffing for fear.
Through the heavy door they stepped, like an airlock, the membrane that would either admit them or curse them to never see what lay beyond that dreadful wall.
It was her turn. In she went.
She approaches the counter, the heavy rolling steel shutter poised above like a guillotine.
She looks through the screen, the thick bullet proof glass, and sta
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 Fiction3 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
Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 1When Callie Halaway left her house that morning the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but when she left work that afternoon the thunder had started to roll.Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How's a girl supposed to see in all this rain? She asked herself as the weather changed from drizzles to drops and then from drops to streams. Callie soon realized that she was getting no where quickly when, in order to stay dry, she couldn't see over her lowered umbrella.
I'm going to have to wait this storm out. Callie jumped to her left just in time to avoid the splash of water that a speeding car had just thrown her way. As she straightened herself back out she accidentally forgot to watch where her feet were going and she tripped into a door frame that just so happened to open inwards. Her cold, wet figure flopped down onto the gross carpet of a little shop that she had never noticed before.
"Hello little lady," A man said as help helped Callie up out of the floor. "How may I help you today? What do you desi
Steve x Tony: DreamStony DreamSteve x Tony: Dream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve dashed over to Tony. No. No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen, Tony wasn't supposed to be dead! His hand frantically wavered over the armor, then he leaned down to see if the other male was breathing. When Steve realized that he wasn't, he went into a panic. Then, Hulk suddenly roared, shocking both Steve and Thor, and Tony woke up with a jolt. Steve visually relaxed at the sight of Tony being .well, alive. "Whoa, what the hell." Tony said, breathless. "What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me." he said. "We won." Steve told him. Tony's eyes darted over to Steve. "Well there is one exception. To the kissing thing." he said with a wink over to Steve. Steve blinked, and his face went a bit red. Wait, was Tony talking about him? No, he couldn't be. Steve's questioning thoughts were interrupted by Tony saying. "Oh yeah! That's great guys!" he said. Steve smiled slightly. 'I think .I'm in love with this man' he thought to himself. "We s
Waverly: Chapter 1Chapter One: Fragile ((and Doll))Waverly: Chapter 14 years ago in Horror More Like This
Fragile didn't have a last name.
In fact, Fragile wasn't even his first name, not really. But that's what he remembered them calling him. They always said: "Be careful around him...he's Fragile right now..."
He was sure that he'd had a real name at one point. Everyone was given a real name when they were born. It's just how the world worked. But he couldn't for the life of him remember his. And Doll wouldn't tell him, if he even knew. In retrospect, he probably could've checked the patient records at the institution he'd come from. But he wasn't entirely lucid at that point, so he couldn't blame himself for not thinking of it.
So he called himself Fragile, when people needed something to address him by.
Doll didn't tell him anything about himself. What he was like before. Whether this was on purpose or because even Doll didn't remember, Fragile couldn't be sure. Doll wouldn't even tell him that much. Fragile didn't remember anything before Doll started
The Knife Of Never Letting GoYoung boy from a Noisy townThe Knife Of Never Letting Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meets a girl who likes to frown
Leaves the town and constantly runs
Chased by men with lots of guns
With the army on their tail
Have to follow an unknown trail
The plotline is simply fantastic
Although the language is bombastic
Clever how the Noise is shown
And the way the characters are grown
A book that I would recommend
To any fantasy sci-fi loving friend
she was just a girlshe was just a girlshe was just a girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with dreams bigger than stars
that hung by threads
that dangle just out of reach
she was focused on winning
and competed to be the very best
but she got swept off her feet
into a world of magic and love
this world was lovely and soft
sugar-coated and sparkly
this world was beautiful
in ways you couldnt even imagine
but it wasnt real
it wasnt cruel, harsh or demanding
it was neither bad nor evil
it was peaceful
it was safe
it was home
but every so often
she was forced back to reality
even a couple minutes were unbearable
and a painful cry could be heard
she was forced to run
instead she frolicked with unicorns
she was forced to swim
instead she surfed with mermaids
she battled with dragons
and cast spells around her cauldron
she wiped out zombies
and studied at school
she was just a girl
with dreams as big as planets
floating above her head
that she could easily reach
if she tried
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Mordue par un serpent 2/2- Cesse de gigoter ! S’emporta la jeune femme brune, occupée à essayer de couper les mèches encombrantes de la louvarde. Elle avait perdu patience après avoir assisté à la triste scène que présentait Ehawee flairant une piste, des poils dans les yeux… Un lapin contournant la tête de la louvarde sans se presser.Mordue par un serpent 2/21 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Certes, à l’exclamation de son humaine, la louve avait rejeté la tête en arrière et, sans y réfléchir à deux fois, s’était jetée sur le petit herbivore.
Mais c’était le signal pour Esmée qu’il était vraiment temps de trouver une solution.
Elle avait bien essayé de tresser la fourrure de sa protégée mais celle-ci ne mettait pas une demi-journée à les défaire et se remontrait devant elle avec des poils plus hirsutes et gênants que jama
Mordue par un serpent 1/2Dans ses oreilles résonnaient encore les paroles de Swiftkill et de la poignée d’adultes de la scission de leur petite communauté de Blackbloods.Mordue par un serpent 1/21 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cette année, le départ avait été organisé bien tard, contrecoup aux divers évènements de l’année précédente, s’éloignant déjà au fil du temps, mais encore si proches dans l’esprit de chacun.
Salama ne pouvait évidemment pas se rappeler du départ des jeunes du printemps dernier, pour la bonne raison qu’elle n’était pas encore née, et que l’eut-elle été, elle aurait été trop jeune pour en garder quelque souvenir.
Mais c’était justement là l’indice : la naissance de quelques portées à l’oasis (peut-être d’autres suivraient elles plus tard dans la saison ?) signifiait très cla
Secret Tub Fun Twilight trotted into her bathroom and set a small bucket down on the lacquered wood counter. "Finally, a night alone to unwind and enjoy some me time," she said with a relieved sigh. "Spike's helping Apple Bloom and her crusaders study, and everyone else is occupied with Pinkie's party." She pulled a box of scented candles out of the bucket and placed them strategically around the small bathroom, then lit them one by one with her horn. "And no studying tonight, so it's just going to be me, Mr. Bing Cropsby, and a nice, looooong soak."Secret Tub Fun3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her horn sparkled as she began running the bath and poured a generous helping of foaming bath salts Luxury had recommended her. As it ran, she began unpacking her tub. A record player first, with the old crooner's melodious tunes already loaded. Secondly, more candles, which she arranged into arcane designs on the sink. Next was Spike's poster of a dragon's glaring eye, which she tucked up into the bathroom's only wind
Said the Beast to the Boy Once upon time, there was an old maid who lived way up on the hillside, all to her lonesome apart from her three sons. The eldest of the sons took his brothers walking one day.Said the Beast to the Boy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Down the hillside, along the cobbled path, right around the greenest of green ponds and through the dark and doomed forest until they came to a clearing. He wanted desperately to show them what he had found. There, in the clearing, was the strangest formation of rocks the three had ever seen.
When the eldest son looked upon them, he saw two women, both of great beauty, beckoning to him. When the middlemost son looked upon them, he saw vast amounts of gold and silver. But when the youngest son looked upon them, he saw only the rocks.
The three sons walked closer, discovering a cave. When they stepped in, a horrible and dreadful growl bellowed out. The eldest son was so frightened by this noise t
Redhead: Set alight (Prolouge-4)ProlougeRedhead: Set alight (Prolouge-4)2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The open window swept cold air over me, goose bumps running down my arm. I sat up and looked over at my older brother who had also shot awake, his long, dirty brown hair stuck up in odd angles.
"Ssh." He whispered to me. He slipt out of the bed and walked over to the metal bars that kept us hostage and looked out. Silence. He pushed on the bars and the door swung open. We were free. He swung around and looked at me. "Caddy, were free." He whispered. I stood up and tip toed over to him.
"Adam, we will never be free." I replied slowly. He lowers his head and shuts the door.
"Then let's be kept like the animals we are." He said. I ran over to him and grabbed my bag.
"We need to save them all. There is thousands of kids. Thousands. We need to safe them Adam, it isn't about us anymore, it's about them. It's about the thousands who are kept hidden and away because of some silly rumour that us two will over come them bastards who are rulling over us. The ones killing us off. Adam, we
Drarry: Quidditch PracticeDrarry: Quidditch PracticeDrarry: Quidditch Practice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Draco walked out on to the pitch black quidditch pitch, his broom clutched tightly in one hand and his want clutched tightly in the other. He looked around the pitch using the dim light that his wand was giving off, but he didn't see Harry anywhere. The elder had approached him during dinner and asked him to meet him down at the pitch after everyone else had gone up to bed.
Draco sighed and walked out to the middle of the quidditch pitch. Once there he set his broom down and raised his wand up high. He looked around the pitch a second time, but he still didn't see Harry anywhere. He gave a sad sigh and sat down next to his broom, his head dropping ever so slightly at the thought that Harry had stood him up. He sat like that for a few minutes before tears formed in his eyes and he began to softly cry.
Half an hour passed before Draco heard the sound of footsteps entering the quidditch pitch. His body immediately tensed up, and he stopped crying, as he heard th
Castles of CardboardAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHmLsn-24VcCastles of Cardboard3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her face isn't one you would notice
And you'd pass with no more than a glance
But she's looking at you
For a hint, just a clue
That perhaps she has half of a chance
And you're stopped by those eyes
Filled with sorrow and sighs
"Please, I know what I say will seem strange
I need help - can you spare me some change?"
So how many times have you said it?
"Not today" or "I can't" or just "No"
You can bet she's heard worse
Every possible curse
That the many she asks can bestow
But she tries all the same
Because this is no game
If she doesn't there's nothing to eat
So she begs in the snow-covered street
You give her a pittance. Feel better?
Do you think that's the help she most needs?
And to you what's the cost
Of the coins you just tossed?
You're so filled with the warmth of good deeds
She's forgotten and gone
And your life carries on
When you gave her that miserly sum