You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!This year i received the Best Gift i could ask for:Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!5 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Thank you for your Support,
Thank you to the ones who decided to watch me for some mysterious reason,
Thank you to the ones who believe in Hidden Pencils as much as i do and want to help deserving artists to get the exposure they.. deserve!
Thank you to the ones who still go on drawing, no matter what and no matter the destructive critiques, you are just.. my strenght, and when i feel down i look at you and realize that everything is possible,
Thank you to the awesome talented artists out there because they keep sharing with us their awesomely inspiring works..
..And thank you to the beginning artists, because you have nothing less than talented ones: you are human beings, unique human beings.. and your works just lack the "technical" knowledge you still don't have, but people can already see all the passion and dedication, effort, you put in your works, giving them a soul!
Thank you to everyone for being so awesome and making t
[Chapitre 1] Partie 3 : ~ Le bal ~[Chapitre 1] Partie 3 : ~ Le bal ~8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Illustration by Blacky-Cat
“Je sais que tu ne supportes pas le froid…”
Cette parole raisonnait dans sa tête. Le Riolu au pelage doré repensait à ce que lui avait dit Karyu, afin de justifier ce geste qu’il avait commis auparavant. Alors que Zephyre marchait pour rejoindre les autres, suivit par le Dracaufeu, une vague petit sourire s’esquissa. Un sourire incontrôlable, mais le Riolu savait ce qui le causait. Il connaissait la vraie raison de ce geste. Il n’ignorait pas ce qui avait poussé Karyu à le serrer dans ses pattes, quand bien même Zephyre ne l’avait pas demandé.
Un geste de protection. Protéger. Le rôle que s’était volontairement attribué le Pokémon feu envers Zephyre. Ce n’était pas de l’amour pur et dur telle que l’on connais
The Love of a PetDear Pet Owner,The Love of a Pet11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you get your pet, do you really love it?
Do you consider it a part of your family?
Are you committed to keeping the pet until it's life is through?
Are you really ready to own this loving pet?
Are you a child?
You do not get a pet to just sale it when you get bored of it.
You do not get a pet to just let is starve.
You do not get a pet to just sale it for more then you got it for.
You do not get a pet and then decide to return it to the pet store.
You do not get a pet to just feed it to your other pet.
You do not get a pet when you just plan to harm it.
You are taking in a living thing.
A living creature.
A loving creature.
A creature God made.
A creature who needs food.
This baby can not tell you when they are sad.
Or when they want love.
They can hint at these things.
But they can not tell you.
Get them help when they need it.
Don't give up on them.
They would not giv
Dear IdeaDear Idea,Dear Idea9 months ago in Letters More Like This
I don't blame you for not liking me. A lot of the time, I don't either. I'm limited, immature, ignorant. Cowardly and self-doubting. I am only human.
You said you needed me. As you may have guessed, the feeling is mutual. I need you to create. I need you to inspire me. To bring me higher. To make me a part of something bigger. I need you so that I can leave a part of myself behind. If I did nothing else while here, let it be said that I gave you life; that I released you from he frail, tiny prison of my mind; that I used you to expand and better the world.
I need you when school is boring. When the days get tough. I need, I need, I need. See how I am? (But you already know.)
You have to understand that I can only do so much. It must be hard to condescend to me, frightening, brilliant thing that you are, but bear with me (as I tremble). Often I must put you on hold when you call; frequently I must store you away for later despite your frantic, furious struggling. Many d
Third Hero The first, second, then third- myself. Always compared to those before me; "Arisu, why can't you be strong like your father, brave like your brother?" Sometimes I swore the Elders hated me. I get an idea, they turn it down. I formulate a strategy, there's a better way to enact it. I tend to be right about battle matters eighty percent of the time, but, because of the other twenty, I am ignored.Third Hero1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Think like Masahiko." How, pray tell, do I think like a dead man? Especially one who never cared to give me the time of day, even whilst he was alive? "Fury isn't becoming on a leader.", they scold towards my enraged face. "Well, if you're so smart," I mutter to myself, "then why am I the Hero?"
I know the answer to my question, of course; it is because Masahiko my brother was the rightful heir, he being older than I, but his death and lack of successor put me in his place. It is not traditional, of course, that a woman would be Hero, even if
ReVeNgEThe girl dropped to her knees,ReVeNgE3 months ago in Sketches More Like This
clutching her chest with one had,
Wiping away tears with the other,
Other emotion’s being stabbed into her,
It has made her unable to feel for herself,
All she feels is the,
Not a bit of happiness remains.
She cries out,
For a friend,
For a hero to save her,
The emotion keeper,
a horrible job pushed upon,
the youngest person in their family,
It slowly chewing away at their sanity,
It takes place from either generation to generation,
or it is bestowed on a random child.
The pain only lasted for so long…
The girl stood up,
her eyes cold and empty…
The only emotions,
The ones of others.
All of her emotions,
There is no light of sun,
no sounds can be heard.
One emotion seems genuine enough,
A glint of light shines in the back,
CUT Chapter 5CUT Chapter 58 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The knock scared me, almost made me fall to the floor. I sighed and went over, slowly opening the door as far as the chained latch would let me. Peaking though I could see Ludwig’s face. He had this small smile but he looked sad. “Guten Tag.. Can I come in?” He asked. I choked on my words so I just nodded, taking off the latch and letting him him.
“I-is something wrong?” My voice was cracking. Was I a little too worried? “Did something happened?”
“No, nothing’s wrong... It isn’t much of a big deal, really. I just wanted to come by and see you.” He smiled, trying to hide the fact that he’s been crying. I can tell. But why? Why was he crying and why isn’t he telling me. My mind went wandering, the fact that he wouldn’t tell me fucked me up.
“L-Ludwig... You’re eyes are red and your face took try. Please tell me... Did.. Did I do something...?” He looked at me and started to laugh. A deep
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
HaynsHayns9 months ago in Settings More Like This
Hayns. How to characterize these creatures from a far away world, Esvarra, in just a single word?
Empaths. Yes, this concept is a foundation of their culture, but it only answers “how?” and “why?” questions and not “what are they like?”
What does an empathy mean for a hayn? An ability to read minds of other's, an ability to feel their emotions. Inability to become distant from other creature's pain, great compassion toward other's suffering. A weird combination of collective intellect and individual reason.
Intellect and reason are not synonyms, at least in hayns' case. For example, let's take a computer: intellect is it's capacity, operative memory. Reason is all programs that use an electric “brain” as their main source. Intellect is capacity, reason is an algorithm. First one is impersonal, it's only responsible for complicated processes that a brain is capable of processing. Algorithms can be changed, overwritten and corrected. New pr
Battles with lionarsBattles with lionars9 months ago in Settings More Like This
Once every 6-7 years priests must face a trial with fight. It's a one-on-one battle with a specially trained lionar. It's a very old tradition, that remained unchanged even during the period of blossom of civilization. The key idea is “if you're ready to kill, be ready to die as well”. With a rise of a priest institute, a necessity to somehow hold priests down appeared. Under normal circumstances a priest kills a helpless victim that is not capable of showing resistance. Even the most sensitive hayns with time start feeling permissiveness, impunity. A trained killer who is able to paralyse enemy's will soon can become a thread to society.
A legend says that once a priest, blinded by power and permissiveness, took control over his aros by force and was ruling it in a very cruel way. He was killing his tribesman for absolutely insignificant reasons, only so that he could see death again and again. Hayns weren't able to do anything to stop him- a priest was very powerful and c
The Fanboy- Chapter 1The Fanboy- Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Story Summary: My sister is the one who liked Hetalia- not me. So why was I stuck in a world where all these crazy sex-driven perverts claimed to be countries and act like pirates? Why is it that the one guy meant to help me on my stupid quest is an obnoxious idiot? Did I also forget to mention that I'm in a girl's body? WITH BOOBS? I hate my life. –Satire look on APH fandom-
Chapter Summary: In which Larry makes one of the dumbest decisions known to Hetalian kind.
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes. Homophobia, Violence, and Blood.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do, however, own my OCs and that is enough for me.
It's Called Karma, Larry Sue
"'You know Seychelles, with the strange things you've been doing lately... I sometimes think that it might be happening again.'"
-From "The Fangirl", American Fanfiction by BFTLandMWandSEK
See your Inward EyeIn an ever-changing world,See your Inward Eye6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
faster and faster every day,
you may have lost your way,
overwhelmed by the events;
We are busy the whole day,
thinkin about the bills we have to pay,
thinkin about the things we'll never see,
or what others want us to be;
In our minds wandering,
no time to play,
no time to create,
we just keep frantically running;
But there's something inside you,
something that can make a grey sky turn blue,
something that can make a dull city breathe,
that can make you stop clenching your teeth;
And I here begin to wonder:
"Have you ever stopped to drink some tea,
Have you ever stopped to simply close your eyes and see?"
The Gay AgendaThe Gay AgendaThe Gay Agenda11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we unpacked the car in hundred-and-ten degree heat
home after our three-months, big-haul supermarket run
stared at the late season watermelon
we grabbed on an impulse
I got the cutting board and a bowl for rinds
you got the never-dull, wedding-gift ceramic knife
we tore into our pieces at the same time
swamping desert thirst in southern fruit
pretending we were comfortably cool
believing it during each bite
I opened a new paper towel roll (we had been out)
you gave me the next slice, cut yourself another
we ate the whole damn thing in one sitting, not talking
just munching one icy wedge after another
until I mumbled a joke you made me repeat
(had to slurp-swallow to do it)
I said, “I said, I think this makes us—”
you, with a fresh juice smile, finished: “—a couple of fruits.”
Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,Dear fucked society,7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there
You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
Hayns: biological and ethological backgroundHayns: biological and ethological background9 months ago in Settings More Like This
BIOLOGICAL AND ETHOLOGICAL BACKGROUND OF HAYNS’ SOCIAL ORGANIZATION
Here I’m going to indicate basic unique features of hayns and lionars in short, partially elucidating, but not going deeper in history of their development.
Hayns – highly-specialized empaths. This means they can directly feel emotions and thoughts of their kinsmen and other animals; also they can transmit their own feelings and thoughts.
Empathy - characteristic of a class, not the species or even detachment. All mammals of Esvarra, unlike birds, predatory dinosaurs (raptors) and less evolved creatures, have empathy in one way or another. The special sense organ – empathic hair – evolved from wool on head and neck.
In the early phase Empathy gave a great advantage for herbivorous, insectivore and granivorous animals, scavengers as well. But it became an obstacle to the progress of full-fledged predators, which accounts for a peculiar specific structure of Esvarra’s fauna in h
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
The Craven: A Parody of PoeOnce upon a court inquiry, while my witness plead sincerely,The Craven: A Parody of Poe3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over whether or not he witnessed a murder on a mansion floor,
While I prodded, nearly smacking, suddenly there came a cracking,
As of someone's neck snapping, snapping behind the courtroom door.
"Tis some murderer," I muttered, "whacking behind the courtroom door.
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, we linked the oft dismembered mobsters of a chic September,
Yes, the mob's each dying member spilt their guts upon the floor.
Eagerly I swished espresso on the morn I named the torso,
She who until late fought escrow, clauses, deeds, and more.
A wry and wise defense attorney whose office door had read 'Dior.'
Jobless here for evermore.
And the sulking, sad and witless weeping from each extra witness,
Chilled, fulfilled me, raging 'tween the jury's and the judge's snores.
Yet now to hush my unbelieving mind, standing there conceiving:
"Tis some nameless witless witness bleeding 'hind the courtroom door,
Some late nameless witless witn
PrussiaxReader: Cell Phone ConversationPrussiaxReader: Cell Phone Conversation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[A/N: This is written like a script, and it's of 'you' and Gil's phone call, then it goes to normal 3rd person style.]
Gil: ______... do ya hate me?
G: I told you I'm sorry.
Y: You didn't mean it.
G: Y-yeah, I did! I totally did! I swear!!!
Y: Oh really.
G: Duh of course!
G: Seriously. I meant it.
Y: That's what you said last time, too.
G: Kay, well I PROMISE this is the last time.
Y: Of course you do. And you did then too. How many times do I have to tell you I
do NOT want to go out with you and those stupid friends of your.
G: W-why noooot?!
Y: BECAUSE EVERY TIME I DO ALL YOU DO IS ACT LIKE A JERK.
G: I do not...
Y: Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure when you push your girlfriend into a water
fountain in front of the whole mall you're a jerk.
G: I said I'm sorry...
Y: YEAH I KNOW BUT IF YOU WERE REALLY SORRY YOU'D BE A BETTER