Slingshot salvationI think it started around the time of my great, great, great, great grandfather, but I might be off by a generation or two. Whenever it was is no longer of any importance. What is important now is the success of this mission. The fate of the human race is at stake.Slingshot salvation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Early in the 21st century scientific exploration had been deemed only of importance on the surface or under the waves, and only if it could show appreciable results that would benefit man at that time. Any dreams of off-world expeditions were relegated to those of children that still had access to comics and science fiction books and magazines. Adults had become too jaded to even think about such things.
That all changed when a vehicle named Voyager 1, launched in 1977 (and essentially turned off in 2025) remarkably turned itself back on (with or without help is unknown). The control terminal at the station which had originally been used to monitor this craft
GhostUnseen, my love, I follow from on high,Ghost3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On thermal skies, at nature's whim,
Like petals float on midnight breeze,
Or silk upon a lover's skin.
Love binds me here, and begs me stay,
Like a memory of better things -
The sound of bees in summer's heat;
A butterfly with painted wings.
Do you know I'm always here with you?
Can you feel my presence, ever near?
That gentle breath of summer air -
My soft blown kiss into your ear.
But oh, to hold you once again;
A beating heart in chest that's bare,
Your strength and warmth enfolding me,
Your gentle hands run through my hair.
Would death's cold hand forsake me, then,
If I could kiss you one more time?
And should my love deliver me,
Might you then lift your eyes to mine?
Then would you see, within your heart,
That none shall love you more than I?
And understand, my only man -
You have no need to rage and cry.
There is no blame; there is no guilt.
I have moved on, yet you must live.
But how I wish you could hear me say:
Beloved husband - I
News I brought TodayI took it in the eyesNews I brought Today2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that slow way
the smile slipped
from your face
that I knew
for you to
which meant so little
of the look of surprise
at the news I brought
ContemplationContemplation3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
an infinite ocean
hovers my mind
in recurring visions
of my revival
where waters float
are as smooth as silk
comforting my soul
in absolute being
the skies condense
of a surreal dawn
I am pulled onto
a rock in the middle
that promises integrity
to my existence
carried over several lives
in search of my true self
I come to a discovery
of an inert solitude
redeeming my conscience
Bleach OC: Gingitsune KaenBleach OC: Gingitsune Kaen3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gingitsune Kaen
Age: 324 (Appears to be in his early-twenties)
Alliance: 5th Division Captain
Appearance: Captain Gingitsune Kaen stands at a very modest 5'10" and weighs about 135 pounds - all of it is toned muscle. This slender form is often taken as a sign of weakness by those who don't know Kaen's capabilities, but his friends and comrades know that a surprising quickness and strength hides within his frame. His brown hair is cut in a style called a "buzz-cut" in the real world, and that small amount of hair is barely visible under a black skull-cap with a red bulls-eye on the front. His light brown eyes are almost the same color as his tan skin, which makes them somewhat disarming should he begin to stare at someone. In both ears are dozens of piercings that Kaen has designed himself, but the skull-cap covers all but the bottom few. The charms that show when his hat is on are mostly ornate silver rings th
AlimentacaoAlimentaçãoAlimentacao2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quem come à R$ 29,90
de certo que a cabeça não esquenta
e no final quiç'ainda dá gorjeta.
Molho madeira, azeite extra virgem?
Na barraca da tia, só croquete, nem quibe.
Aspargos, couve-flor e maionese?
Mostarda Heinz, alcaparras e gergelim?
Come devagar e no final sorri?
Enquanto isso na calçada da rua
a salsicha esquenta
o purê de batata fervendo
cobre o pão de vinagrete e desejo.
Enche a pança do trabalhador
que lambe os beiços
que é pra não sentir dor.
Refresquinho de caju à R$ 1,50?
Quero ver se a madame se contenta.
Mas isso sempre foi assim
não tem jeito
quem tem come bem
quem não tem, come mal
mas come também.
Meio-dia e 53 minutos de 20 de dezembro de 2011.
Encontro as cegas Encontro as cegasEncontro as cegas 6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Por Luiz Eduardo Borges
Ela saiu do banho e olhou para o relógio. Pensou que era melhor se vestir logo. Pegou seu rosto favorito de sua coleção e se espremeu na pele que estava antes, que agora parecia estar ainda mais apertada. Enquanto isso, ele esperava na sala, pensando como era estranho ir à casa de alguém logo no primeiro encontro.
Vendo que ele parecia impaciente e ansioso, ela resolveu fazer o próximo movimento no tabuleiro: "nervoso? Talvez eu não devesse ter te convidado para entrar hoje". Ele tentou bloquear: "não, só lembrei daquela história do sujeito que acordou dentro de uma banheira sem os rins no dia seguinte.", com um sorriso amarelo que nem a própria brincadeira. "Não se preocupe", disparou rápido, "seus rins vão continuar juntinhos de você amanhã", com um sorriso de mulher adulta encarando um garoto, mesmo com os dois parecendo ter a mesma idade, não mais de vinte anos.
— Você gosta de mitologia? — ela emendou em
Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Origin (2012 Version)
Written by: Bjorn Malmberg and Ryan Malone
Planet Orion, second planet from the main sun in the Pi3 Orionis solarsystem...
He sat patiently and waited in the shadows outside the children school building. It was a pyramid shaped complex, in the middle of the Boeotian jungle. Tall trees shadowed most of the buildings, but further away towers of shell white concrete and glass reached above the roof top of the dense forest. He envisioned the inside of the building in his old mind. It was difficult to hold the thoughts, they floated away and got dimmed. So old. So far from home. He knew that she was in there.
White ceramic-surfaced tables stood in neat rows in the bright, sunlit classroom. There was silence and anticipation in the air. A little girl was standing in front of the class. On the ceramic screen behind her was a drawing of a triangle-shaped object with blue flames shooting out of its back, next to a colourful sketch of a planet with only one m
Rescue shipRescue ship4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lonely waves of a deep blue sea
hit the rocks echoing an old song
in gush of silent winds
I fiddle with strings of a guitar
to get the chords right
revising notes of an escape
flying across carelessly
I tread on keys of a melody
swirling a message from the bottle
lying next to me helplessly
staring at the anchor of my soul
that tries to hold a handful of sand
before an invisible sun
my eyes then catch sight of a ship
sailing across the faded horizon
toward me promising a rescue
from an abandoned world
to a place where I can call home
Saywant to come overSay4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and say hello
like a friend
like I mean it
it's so hard
to say the things
we like to say
even just a smile
it seems to say
far more than
we want it
Cheri and me chapter 2Cheri and me chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
this is Yuri, girlxgirl
if you don't like it DON'T read it!
I hope you'll enjoy it
12th of August
When I woke up my eyes hurt from crying, I felt Cheri's warm body against mine and I couldn't do anything more than turn around and peek at her cute face while she was sleeping. I gently stroked a strand of hair out of her face. I slid my fingertips across her cheek and smiled before I got up, heading for the shower.
I slowly opened the bathroom door and walked inside. With the water running I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were thick and red, my hair messy and greasy and my skin looked pale. Slowly I started to take off my clothes revealing my slender body.
I stepped under the warm stream and let out a sigh of relief. I poured some shampoo on my hand and slowly started to rub it in my hair, causing it to foam. As soon as I wanted to rinse it off the bathroom door opened. I didn't mind people being in the bathroom as I took a shower but for some reason I felt a bit uncomfortable a
Sensual CreationThe sound of silenceSensual Creation10 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
creative impulse -
I may have hurt youI may have hurt you, I probably have.I may have hurt you9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But this is a story of me, not of you,
And not of the things I have done,
To bite through your skin.
This is a story of little me,
Crumbled and broken.
Hidden by all the crap you throw,
Like knives through acid rain.
This is a story of little me,
Choking and heaving.
Trying so hard to swim, to clean,
All the oil like pain you feel.
This is a story of little me,
Frozen and stuck.
Unable to move through the words,
That form my glacier heart.
This is a story of little me,
Smouldering and burning.
My actions burning bridges as I run,
And I am flames and ashes.
This is a story of little me,
Safe and preserved.
Within the final sanctuary;
My lonely mind...
SMOCT 1 AftermathThe party showed no signs of stopping. Even after it was long past midnight, everyone was still wide-awake, dancing, talking, wining and dining...Leo had even gotten a tad drunk, it seemed, because he was trying to flirt with the ice sculpture and kept calling it "Ruru-tan."SMOCT 1 Aftermath2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was rather embarrassing to watch.
Xena stood back, a little away from the main festivities, to get some air. Parties were fun and wonderfully chaotic at times, but everyone needs to clear their heads and just breathe once in a while. She inhaled deeply, tilting her head back a bit to look at the infinite stars above. Soon, all those Senshi would have to go back to their own homes. She couldn't help wonder how many of those homes she was looking at right now, how many lights had Senshi that were staying here.
"It was quite a celebration, wasn't it?"
Xena wasn't the type to spook easily, so she didn't jump or gasp or anything of the sort. She just calmly turned her head towards the sound, smiling faintly. I
Many times I want to run away,Many times I want to run away,Many times I want to run away,7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the harshness of the day,
But my feet won't move,
So my hand begins to write,
Then everything's ok,
When I reach the edges of night,
I escape during the day,
By remembering my adventures at night,
My courage fades away,
Until I see the second star on the right,
My friends are waiting,
But to which ones do I go?
This reality is fading,
To the one I wish to know.
I am lost once more,
But someone new has found me,
Pulling me to a new door,
Away from the world only I can see.
I still want to run away,
And now I know how,
The harshness of the day,
Is less painful to me now.
My friends greet me when I come,
Many old and others are new,
My writing is never truly done,
Even now, an ending will not do.
Betrayal P.2“Mira, you there?”Betrayal P.210 months ago in Profiles More Like This
She was gone. The asari had completely vanished. Osirus had attempted to get her to respond, but she was nowhere in sight. Even Anders and Jhun couldn’t spot her over their access to the security panels.
“She’s slipped off-cam,” Anders said. “She’s good at being sneaky, it seems.”
“Dammit!” Terrenus growled. “Find her.”
“There are too many asari, Commander,” the human responded. “I can’t differentiate between them.”
The rust-colored turian shook his head and glanced around, his blue gaze searching the asari as well as picking out Osirus slipping inconspicuously through the market.
“She is a Spectre,” the gray-plated turian pointed out.
“I know, but she’s still on the team. If she gets into trouble…” Again, Terrenus shook his head. “No… No, Vutali’s the priority. If we find her, we find her.”
Exercise: Your Character's Distinct VoicePART I:Exercise: Your Character's Distinct Voice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Another character asks your character to come to a birthday or other party... in honor of a person your character doesn't particularly like.
Katrina: Uh, well. Thanks for the invite but no. *sighs* It's not that I can't make it, I could. I'd just really rather not.
Regina: *bites lip* I'm sorry but I... I don't really like him/her very much and it would be really weird so. I'm sorry.
Erikson: No. I do not care for social events and I care even less for the person in which it is for. So again, no.
Lou: Sure! I'll help make sure that it's a party they're never forget. *mischievous grin*
2a. Your character has a big due date coming up soon and is trying to finish their project, but another character keeps coming and bothering them.
Katrina: Uhg! Would you just leave?! Look I need to get this done and you popping in and out like this isn't helping. *groans and takes a deep breathe* I'm sorry. It's just stressing me out.
Regina: ...Excuse me. Sorry but I really need
Damp And ColdCalhine peeled glowing moss from the wall with a wooden spoon and a handful of phials, scowling at the dark stain beneath and the writhing insects it revealed. Rain thundered on the roof, wet spots forming on the once-too-dry ceiling. All around was the constant drip, drip, drip of the rain finding its way inside, aggravating the growth of the mold and mushrooms.Damp And Cold1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jugs, basins, bottles and pails were strewn about to catch the water and keep it from his books, but not only did he have to keep emptying them as he moved more reactive plants and fungi from the wet and cold, but it was no sooner that he'd done this than another leak was sprung. The air was beginning to smell of soured bread in his shop; soured bread and candle wax, from the stubby, oily spots of light that flickered steadily on every non-flammable surface he could find.
Not that anything here could possibly be flammable in the damp.
At the very least, cooler air made sure he didn't shrivel up like a piece