Fireball! - 1 of 5"One does not care to acknowledge the mistakes of one's youth."Fireball! - 1 of 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Char Aznable, Mobile Suit Gundam
Several Years After The Defeat Of Nightmare Moon...
The Final Frontier
(Filled With Infinite Magical Energy)
"Space... is... awesome."
Twilight Sparkle's smile was nearly as huge as the celestial body she'd just managed to teleport herself to. Barely able to contain her giddiness, she levitated her communicator out of her saddle bag and spoke into it.
"Mission Control, this is Sparkle One, do you copy? Over."
Some time passed before the communicator crackled to life, and a reply was heard. "Huh? Twilight, is that you? What's a 'Sparkle One?'"
Twilight giggled and sighed. "Oh, Spike. Sometimes I swear you have no sense of atmosphere. But we'll chat about that later. The spell was a success! Mission accomplished! I'm here!"
"Whoa, you mean it? You're..." Spike's voice crept to a whisper. "...you're on the moon?"
Twilight padded the ground with her
The Cutie Mark Clash: Ch 1My Little Pony: Friendship is MagicThe Cutie Mark Clash: Ch 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Cute Mark Clash, Chapter 1
The town of Ponyville.
A lovely settlement in the Equestrian country; home to ponies of all shapes, sizes, and walks of life. Life in Ponyville is as complicated as you want it to be. If you want to be a cowpony, rising with the sun and bucking apples, you're free to do so. If you want to be on the cutting edge of fashion and task yourself with clients and deadlines in exchange for profit and esteem, you can be accommodated. The cornerstone of Ponyville life is love, respect, and knowing the value of friendship.
That last characteristic is what forced one Twilight Sparkle to depart her Canterlot home and is what made her stay. She is no less the knowledge-hungry bookworm and on this particularly fine day, has a full itinerary to work through. She departs the Ponyville library, a hollowed-out tree which doubles as her home, followed closely by her baby dragon assistant Spike. She planned for so much that her night
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 1Dragon Age: A Bard's Love 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: A Bard's Love
Game: Dragon Age Origins
characters/pairing- The Warden, Leliana, Wynne, Alistair, others
Disclaimer- DAO (c) BioWare
Dragon Age: A Bard's Love
The group had been lost within the Brecillian forest for several days, trying to find a strange herb that could only be found within the deepest depths of the forest. The forest seemed to grow on their armor now.
"Ughh what I would give to have a wonderful bath!" Leliana said as she swiveled her head from side to side trying to fix her hair. Alistair rubbed his hand over his scruffy chin, his beard beginning to annoy him at every twitch of his face.
"There has to be some source of water around here." Wynne said as she looked around, annoyed as well of the filth they had gathered from the wild. Everyone's nerves seemed to be twisted. Cogdale was silent, he had been since leaving the Dalish camp days ago. His Silverlite armor glistened green from the treetops that let what little sunlight escape thr
My little Dashie: Reader's CutIt was three days after her sonic rainboom. I had kept her inside during those days, I wanted to be extra safe no one noticed her, even if it was unlikely someone would ever wander anywhere near this block. But I wasn't taking any chances for Dashie. Plus, we entertained ourselves with the celebrations, and the explanations.My little Dashie: Reader's Cut4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now here we were, at the usual park, on a cloudy day, with Dashie flying softly by my side, sporting her brand-new cloud-and-rainbow-thunder-bolt cutie mark. I was so proud.
She spoke first when we arrived there, "Hey! I noticed something when I went so high in the sky last time, can I go up there again? Please?"
I gave her a questioning look. What could she possibly have to do up there? She seemed resolute enough in her desire though.
"Well, okay, but please let's not make a habit out of..."
"Okay." And she was off, leaving just a rainbow blur behind.
I followed her contrail with my gaze. She was going straight up, higher and higher... until she disappeared
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 Fiction4 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
My Little Dashie: First BathStep....step....My Little Dashie: First Bath4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dashie?" I called out. A few tiny hoof taps sounded against the wooden flooring of my house, and a particular cyan filly darted around a corner and skidded to a stop in front of me, gazing up at my face with those large, innocent violet eyes of hers. She blinked. Not only a week ago had she uttered her first words, and just recently she had been exploring the house while I was away at work.
I set my keys in the cupboard above the sink I normally keep them in, before reaching down and grabbing the filly with both hands, setting her on the countertop by the sink. She sat down on her haunches, and continued staring up at me as I cranked the handle on the sink engraved with a large "H". Water poured out the nozzle, which quickly snagged her attention.
I had retrieved water for her before via the sink (as my refrigerator's water dispenser had been broken since before my parents passed), but, from her diminutive vantage point, she had never actually witnessed the wat
How to Speak Sangheili 2 Oyaka! Dye-dact era ero-me!How to Speak Sangheili 23 years 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.
Bronic ConfessionsMy Little Pony.Bronic Confessions4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eight months ago, those words would have sent me and half the internet fleeing in terror. It used to be the antithesis of everything we thought was 'cool'. It was a sugar-coated, diabetes-inducing parade of gumdrops and buttercups. It was what our little sisters watched on Saturday mornings while we were busy gagging ourselves at the 'girlieness' of it. But, in those eight months, a revolution has happened. That revolution has revolved around a single lesson.
Friendship is Magic.
Tack those three words onto the previous three, and you have the bait to a brilliant /co/ war, a revitalization of an entire section on fanfiction.net, and the origin of a whole host of reverse-anthro fanart. But, it is the single most bizarre reversal of thought since the homosexual revolution. Suddenly, it's OK to go into McDonalds and get the girl's Happy Meal. It
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
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Once upon a timeOnce upon a timeOnce upon a time4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it's getting tough
There's one thing that you need
One thing, we call Love
Once upon a time
When you can barely stand
There's one thing that you need
You only need a Friend
Once upon a time
When you seem to loose
I'll be here with you
The dangers of being right...Fundementally, every self believes itself to be ultimately and completely right, true, justified, and complete.The dangers of being right...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is not until you realise that this part of your conditioning has not once ever been right about anything, that release is found and the soul set free.
And what a relief to not have to be right...!
The outstanding fault of self.Every minds outstanding fault is believing it is completely correct at any given time.The outstanding fault of self.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Patterns of habit are only realised when the mind acknowledges personal dissatisfaction.
From this, the mind recognizes its own unsatisfactory habits witnessed in others, thus providing the required impartial witness to assist with the identification of self destroying patterns within the self
The Problem with Being DeathThe problem with being Death, Death thought to himself, was that it had a lot to do with boundaries. After all, death itself was really nothing more than a particular sort of boundary, that being, specifically, the one between life and whatever the other thing was. Death wasnt supposed to talk about that part, but he didnt mind, because he really only had a very vague idea of what it was to begin with.The Problem with Being Death8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The problem Death had with boundaries was the part about finding out where they were. Being Death, he knew a little about both sides of the equation, just enough to hover right between the two, but he never really understood where the line was. It couldnt have been too fine, of course, if he could be on both sides at once, but when he tried to make his own theories about just where life became afterlife, he ended up dividing things further and further until he eventually realized that the only logical explanation was that the line just didnt exist.
But he was fair
Sunflower KitchensMy grandfather loved sunflowers.Sunflower Kitchens9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My grandparents' kitchen was decorated in sunflowers,
plaques and paintings hung on walls
where paint and paper peeled like petals opening.
And every morning that one room turned to face the sun.
It seemed like a good association to me,
me with my four years of experience so far,
and to me all kitchens were sunflower kitchens.
In my mind all kitchens turned to mirror the sun in the morning,
every one lifting its face to welcome
newness, to welcome optimism
with chaos and connection and
everything made sense in the fact that together,
My grandfather disappeared overnight,
withered away like a blossom broken off
when the sun wasn't out to keep watch.
Where he had been the day before
his bed was stacked with folded blankets
The door to his room was on one side of the sunflower kitchen,
and for that one day that side of the room
was somehow colder than the rest,
lacking the heat; the friction of so many people
who should have been
The VisitorAt the pinnacle of the South Pole, on the very point mapping the end of the worlds axis, there is a hole. Not a big one, just a small, unassuming hole just wide enough for a rather broad-shouldered man to climb out of. And around this hole, over countless years, the wind and snow and the occasional ray of sunlight have worn a sort of funnel into the ice around it, winding down into its mysterious depths with concentric ridges reminiscent of the many levels of Hell so intricately described in Dantes Inferno.The Visitor9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The inside of this hole is kept a closely guarded secret, though no one is sure by whom, and at this particular moment in time the guard of this unassuming yet highly classified place sits at the outermost edge of the funnel on a scarred and splintered old wooden chair.
The task of guarding the hole has been given to a rather youngish-looking but very qualified man named Bezu. Not that the qualifications matter, because the real reason Bezu was stationed in this particul
Felt av SlummerThrough closed eyes I see a world where dreams never die,Felt av Slummer8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the masses lay in slumber, faces turned to blackness.
Crows peck on glass,
cawing songs harshly into oblivion;
yet moments continue to pass where there is no reply.
In this world I see myself,
strung out to dry on a rack of my own design.
My feet hang just over the reach as my body aches,
back pressed flat against stone
cold as ice.
No thoughts of wisdom or curiosities of wonder float through my head,
for I see that I am as asleep as I am asleep,
and in my mind only dreams lie.
Shallow believers and hopeless case surround me
in this nursery for the damned.
Flecks of grey cover the skin and lids of our eyes
as soft breaths escape from our emaciated chests.
The crows peck and caw and caw again!
Still, we utter no reply;
for we have found sweet dreams from which we'll never rise.
What value is held in a dream that doesn't end?
There is no hope in the visions when the world is shut out,
when the darkness is pushed away
The Three Lords, and the FourthOnce upon a time, there were four Lord's.The Three Lords, and the Fourth2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first Lord, a strong man, had an army so great that he could conquer any lands he desired.
The second Lord, a clever man, was so rich that he could outbuy entire cities which he desired.
The third Lord, a man of plenty, surrounded himself in farmlands so vast, his men and himself could eat through five winters, if he desired.
The fourth Lord, a softly spoken fellow with snow white hair, was not alike the other Lord's. He had no grand army at his command, he didn't have chambers filled with gold, nor farmlands stretching two kingdoms. He was a simple man.
One day, the four Lord's were riding together.
"I, have just conquered new lands in the name of the King. Surely that makes me the only man of any real contribution, and therefore the mightiest of us, don't you agree, My Lords? Hahahaha," chuckled the first Lord proudly.
"That is all well and good, My Lord," said the second Lord, "but while you were stealing taking new lands, I was securing
Whatever's Convenient"I thought God was all merciful."Whatever's Convenient2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It just doesn't seem like an all forgiving being would want you to shoot me in the face."
"God is also vengeful."
"You could also say God is loving and put that gun away..."
The man holding the pistol contemplated this for a moment.
"True, but I won't."
VisitsHollow black-hole eyes and arms filledVisits2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the brim with primitive home-job tattoos.
a tear inscribed under his eye
tells of time behind
and time spent inside seedy taverns killing brain cells
forgetting the days
behind the darker bars,
the other cells
littered with tally marks on walls.
'HATE' is inked into the fists that led him to
other hardened fists met incarcerated.
hate breeding hate breeding regret
leading to bleeding out onto cement.
hard time brewing
moonshine under beds
slept with one eye open.
he flicks his cigarette onto the dirt under the house
tally-ho is the only tally he wants in his hands now.
It creeps under his fingernails and stains them yellow
instead of red.
Jamie scrubs at his dust-covered feet,
rail thin with the sweet smell of
marijuana that hangs
heavy over them -
His eyes run brazenly over my body
as he tells me of the guns he owned before police raids on his home,
his run-ins with the law.
"I'm on parole. Been in