An Intro to The LibraryAn Intro to The Library3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six years ago the Greater Altalamatox Public Library put its small and remote home city on the map when it spilt out of the ether and onto the shores of its lake.
It's a building with a lot of history. Once part of a prestigious campus, it was last owned by a club of gents with a shared passion for illegal spellcraft and dimensional exploration, who used it to hide their howling voids into the cosmos and also their pointy hats and anything else they didn't want their wives to find. They never did accomplish discovery of a new world- or never had the satisfaction of knowing they did- but did manage one highly impressive feat which was to tuck the Library sideways between dimensions when the police came 'round to investigate. This was about a hundred and ten years ago.
The gentlemen, after their prison terms ended, never succeeded in summoning back the building. To that end they'd have to have known where it lay nearest to this world, and to their distress they were witne
StupidYou're not stupid. Just beyond the boundaries of intelligent.Stupid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
LadiesLadies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ladies are suppose to dress
In flattering skirts
And non-revealing shirts.
Wear their makeup so neat,
A ring on their hand,
And heels on their feet.
To have good manners,
And to be polite,
But also to show great might.
Ladies are suppose to think before they speak;
Selecting only the best of words,
So a waste will not leak.
As should they have great wisdom,
And be caring and unique.
Beautiful as a crystal or as an exquisite antique.
Ladies deserve a gentleman,
As opposites do not attract.
One that completes her,
And takes her on the right track.
All women are suppose to be ladies;
To cherish life as they please,
But the select few is decreasing,
And the women who are ladies are soon none to be.
First Kiss - Alex "How about just once? Just to see, you know?"First Kiss - Alex8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Alex stared at him as the other boy tried and almost succeeded to pretend he was calm. Alex had known him too long to miss the little tells, though; the way his fingers twitched and his leg jogged slightly; not enough to make the chains and buckles on his pants rattle, but enough for them to catch the light.
"...Once." Alex conceded, wondering why it mattered enough to make Zack unsure. Zack was never unsure, even when that guy had drawn a knife on him in a fight in ninth grade.
Zack's entire face lit up in a grin. "Great!" The grin on his face faded to a smaller, embarrassed one after a few moments of silence. What was the problem? It was just a kiss. Not that anyone had cared enough to even look twice at Alex before, nevermind want to
Deductions of AffectionsWhen John opens the door to his flat, he isn't sure what to expect. Living with Sherlock Holmes has taught the ex-soldier to always be on his toes.Deductions of Affections4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So when he opens the door, bags of groceries in each arm, he checks to see if any new bullet wounds have been inflicted on the wall, or if any new experiments are being brewed in the kitchen. He sees no recently made holes and hears no noises coming from the direction of the kitchen. He raises a pale eyebrow in confusion and then his eyes fall on the consulting detective curled up on his side, his front facing the couch. He groans softly, knowing that the lanky male is going through one of his 'phases' again. "Sherlock I'm home," he says, trying to alert the other of his presence. His flatmate grunts softly in acknowledgement and continues to stare unblinking at the brown couch. He makes small patterns in the fabric with the nail of his index finger, a calculating look in his pale eyes. John wonders curiously if he's moved since he left. Th
Apocalypse Update: AustraliaThe Reapers have come. They obviously weren't prepared as the kangaroos are beating up brutes. Drop bears are ambushing unwary husks. The bunyips are dragging cannibals underwater. The snakes and spiders have teamed up and attacked the banshees as have the crocodiles, jellyfish and sharks. I haven't seen a single marauder escape their clutches. It's bushfire season on one side of the continent and flooding on the other. This is the worst Reaper invasion ever.Apocalypse Update: Australia3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Breaking the ice heart....It was after the final, and everyone was enjoying their time as Don was holding an after party, well almost everyone. The Ice Dancers, of course, were being well rude, sad, angry towards all the others, trying their best to not let the winners get to them. But no one cared, they didn't let it bother them, minus them everyone was enjoying their time. "You know...I am getting sick of the ice dancers..." Sanders complained as she saw them pouting over by a tree, glaring at the partiers. "Don't worry princess, I got this." MacArthur said as she walk over to the ice duo.Breaking the ice heart....1 month ago in Drama More Like This
"Aww look at the little ice babies! Looks like you guys got a time out....in third place!" MacArthur joked out and stuck her tongue out. The Ice dancers just looked away, not trying to let the cop get to her. "Aww come on! You know the saying CHEATERS NEVER WIN! And that means you two!" the cadet said and did a little dance. Others began to notice this and soon gathered around. "Ha yeah babe you show them!" Brody cheered. S
This is How We Fall -part 1-This is How We Fall -part 1-7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
This is How We Fall part one
Desmond's eyes shifted from one end of the bar to the other nervously, his shoulders slumped forward slightly like he was trying to hide behind himself. The nails of his left hand were growing steadily shorter. Biting his nails was a bad habit and he knew it, but he couldn't help it when he was nervous. He had thought the music in the nightclub was going to bust his eardrums and he winced at a particularly unpleasant blast on the electric guitar. He let out a horrified squeak when someone very deliberately grabbed his ass and became as frozen as a stone statue. He whipped his head around quickly a moment later, blinking, but whoever had touched him so inappropriately seemed to have melted back into the swirling mass of bodies that was much too close for Desmond's liking. The angel scooted his bar stool closer to the bar for the umpteenth time. Any closer and he was going to fall off....
"He'll be out soon, Des. Relax kiddo."
Disney's HOND Bloopers 4Scene 132, You Do What You Think Is RightDisney's HOND Bloopers 43 years ago in Humor More Like This
Phoebus was ready to emerge out from under Quasimodo's carving table as Quasi himself was sitting hopelessly on the floor before him.
Phoebus: We - *bonk* .Agh . *looks up at the table and Quasi starts giggling* ..oh shut up.
Quasi: *shakes head* ... No way!
Scene 199 He Shall Smite The Wicked (Take 10)
Before a blue screen, Quasimodo carefully perches his footing along the side of the set, to make it seem like he had just fallen and struggling. Frollo is looking over, having his cape being gripped by the Hunchback below. They both wait a moment.
Director: Al'right . Action!
Quasimodo then accidentally pulls down on the cape which pulls Frollo over. Yelling, he goes over the parapet, but his safety line snags and he hangs from his waist upside down.
Frollo: Sheer brilliance .
Quasi: *shocked for a moment* . *gets ready to laugh*
Frollo: Don't you dare . Don't you dare laugh, you d
The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:The Tomb of Khaine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...
It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife
As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite
Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the space in front of them
But more of the creatures were blocking the door...
"We'll make a run for it, fast as we can.
I refuse to die, by a deadman's hand."
The Captain grinned for he saw the way
A single path to the light of day...
As they dashed for the door; cleaving a path
The Captain scattered some oil from a flask.
With a touch of powder to
BBC Sherlock - A Good ManLestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.BBC Sherlock - A Good Man4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to hospital, he had attempted to contact Sherlock's big brother. He knew Sherlock had one and that he was some bigwig in the government.
Imagine his surprise when a slender, dark-haired girl of thirteen with curiously familiar eyes turned up in his office.
Upon opening the door and finding her in there he had frozen in shock.
" . . . Can I help you?"
BBC Sherlock: Learn to be LonelyJohn wasn't woken up by the suspicious crack of the floorboards, a sudden and inexplicable draught, nor by bright light attacking his pupils. No, the sensation was far more subtle. A certain feeling of absence. The gnawing coldness. The emptiness around him. John slowly opened his eyelids and noticed what was wrong. The other side of the bed was vacant. John's eyes wandered across the room and stopped at the slim silhouette bathed in the moonlight, which only highlighted the paleness of the naked skin. Sherlock was standing by the window and looking out at the quiet and empty street below. He was looking, but not really seeing. His eyes were awash with deep sadness, something John had never observed before.BBC Sherlock: Learn to be Lonely3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked with worry.
Sherlock flinched a little, not being aware that John had been watching him. His facial expression changed instantly as if he put a joyful mask on.
"Nothing, John. I'm sorry if I woke you up." Sherlock apologised, twisting his lips in
Queen's Gambit Accepted - Ch 21: Battle of WillsQueen's Gambit Accepted - Ch 21: Battle of Wills2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
To: ['All teh kr0gan']
19:38:20 GST, 08/04/2186
Subject: All teh seXX
For a good time, visit the Shroud.
All Ladies Night, All the Time (females drink free!)
Hop the nearest cruiser and sign up with Urdnot Wrex before all the good ladies and drinks are taken.
Snickering at her own immaturity, Samantha's index finger tapped away at the delete key until the "New Message" window on her Omni-tool was pristine and blank once more.
She was supposed to be helping craft a broadcast correspondence to all the krogan in the galaxy to return home to Tuchanka. The genophage cure wasn't space magic; only the krogan actually on Tuchanka could be desterilized. Which leaves a whole lot of mercenaries out there still bitching about needing a good shagging.
Sam began composing something a little more official (and appropriate) along the lines Urdnot Wrex actually had in mind. Not normally the job of a comms specialist, but her reputation apparently precede
Sunshine and Rain, Ch. 11A/N There will be more in-text translations in parentheses in this chapter as well. Also I think it's obvious but just in case: This is from Lithuania's POV.Sunshine and Rain, Ch. 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ch. 11: Ilgai nematytas! (Long Time No See!)
"Brother, where are you going again so soon?" Natalia said in Russian, following after the larger nation.
Toris followed closely behind her. Why do you need to follow him everywhere? he silently told her. He doesn't appreciate your devotion.
"I have to go to Afghanistan again, and then I have business in some of the other satellite states," Russia replied in Russian, walking into his room and packing his suitcase.
"You seem too cheerful for just doing work," Toris pointed out.
Russia turned around and marched over to him. He grabbed Toris by the shirt front and used it to lift him up so that he was standing on tip-toe. "Is there a problem with my enjoying my work?" he asked, glowering. "Kol-kol-kol."
Toris felt the blood drain out of his face. "N-n-no. It's just tha
That's a Stupid Superpower“The Joker's a special case. Some of us feel he may be beyond treatment. In fact, we're not even sure if he can be properly defined as insane. His latest claim is that he's possessed by Baron Ghede, the Voodoo loa. We're beginning to think it may be a neurological disorder, similar to Tourette's syndrome. It's quite possible we may actually be looking at some kind of super-sanity here. A brilliant new modification of human perception. More suited to urban life at the end of the twentieth century. … Unlike you and I, the Joker seems to have no control over the sensory information he's receiving from the outside world. He can only cope with the chaotic barrage of input by going with the flow. That's why some days he's a mischievous clown, others a psychopathic killer. He has no real personality. He creates himself each day. He sees himself as the Lord of Misrule, and the world as a theatre of the absurd.” ~ Dr. Adams (Joker’s therapist) from Arkham Asylum: A SeriThat's a Stupid Superpower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marvin and Reesa: Part 3A bench by the Washington Monument, 3:12 PMMarvin and Reesa: Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meanwhile, in Washington D.C., the president, Richard Cap was having a little talk with the Prime Ministers son, James Patson, about plans for his daughters future.
The president was busy with his job but very happy most of the time he was doing it. He was winning the war so far and would not give up until he finally won it. He had strait, reddish-gray hair that was already balding on his head. His tired, green eyes were also starting to show signs of aging. There were not much wrinkles, but enough to show that he was in his mid-fifties. A black suit with a red tie and nearly polished shoes completed him.
James, however, was the exact opposite of President Richard Cap. He was much younger, in about his early twenties. He had long, brown, curly hair that
SleepInstead of ripping the covers off,Sleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shaking it violently,
And forcing cold breakfast down its throat,
I wish they would carefully wake a sleeping poem
And ask it gentle questions
Before its dreams are forgotten
Of Love and WarIt was a well known and undeniable fact that Clopin Trouillefou and La Esmeralda got along better than a house on fire. They rarely argued, despite having vastly differing opinions on the way of the world. It was almost as though they cancelled each other out on almost every issue. Oh, there had been rare confrontations between the two, particularly when Esmeralda(and Clopin) had been younger and considerably less intelligent. They frequently shot banter back and forth.Of Love and War5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lately, however, their once-amiable relationship had descended rapidly into the darkest pits of the abyss. It had started during the Feast of Fools, and the humiliation of Quasimodo. She had realized his ploy from the beginning, and had helped him along with it, unaware that the beastly face they tormented was, in fact, human. Esmeralda had been horrified by his actions, which was understandable, and not unexpected.
What had been unexpected, was seeing a positively irate young woman charge at him the moment he en
Reward and Punishment"Raito-kun."Reward and Punishment6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Raito paused in his reading of a potential Kira's profile at the sound of his boyfriend's voice.
"I was wondering if you would do something for me."
The honey colored eyes narrowed as Raito realized his boyfriend was in the kitchen which wasn't a good sign. He probably wants me to---
"I'll be right there Ryuuzaki-san", Raito said loudly as he minimized the window containing the profile, and turned the screen of his computer off. The man, impecably dressed in a suit, walked briskly out of the living/computer room, and into the kitchen where he stopped in the doorway to watch his boyfriend. The black haired man was dressed in his customary blue jeans and white long sleeved shirt, and had added a light blue apron. Barefoot the hunched figure was lightly walking from cupboard to cupboard, and pulling out ingredients and cooking ware.
"Don't tell me", Raito said sarcastically as he leaned against the doorframe, "You want me to bake something, and from the lo
Queen's Gambit Accepted - Ch 8: DistractionQueen's Gambit Accepted - Ch 8: Distraction3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The list of things that made Samantha Traynor happy was generally pretty long and easy to come by. A decent cup of tea. One of her mother's scones. A game of chess with a worthy opponent. Hell, even a trashy vid or 5 minutes of quiet worked well enough. But the worse the mood, the more little things it took to make a dent.
Sam had pretty much burned through all her tried and true quirks, from some of her dad's favorite old vids to even a feeble attempt at a bath in the women's restroom. Someone should put a warning that those enclosed shower stalls can't handle a few lousy litres of hot (or rather, lukewarm) water. It took longer to sheepishly mop up than actually enjoy.
Nothing broke her burdening malaise. Well, a liberal dose of alcohol might, but the Normandy was en route to the Petra Nebula to follow up on Grissom Academy. A traveling ship meant a wandering commanding officer on deck, and who knows when Shepard might pop into the Port Observation Deck. Probably right when