TFP: Mercy Ch. 7TFP: Mercy Ch. 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: Trust
"So Starscream is indeed with the Autobots. Unfortunate, but I must say it is to be expected." Megatron had his hands clasped behind his back as he mused to himself in the company of Soundwave. True, his most trusted ally remained silent for the majority of the time, even in the presence of Megatron himself. But so long as he got the job done, which he rarely failed to, Megatron found that he actually preferred the vague nods of affirmation to those who voiced one too many of their own opinions.
"Is he among them as their prisoner or of his own volition?" The warlord asked after a moment of silence.
Soundwave promptly pulled up an aerial clip of the latest skirmish between the Autobots and Mech on his vis-screen. As usual, the spy never failed to provide hard evidence of any potentially useful information. The screen zoomed in on Starscream blasting the ground around a few troopers to keep them at bay from himself and the other Autobots, all the while not doing any mor
DelusionalDelusional10 years ago in General More Like This
"Oi, Stu-Pot, could you please get your head outta the fuckin' clouds long enough to pay attention to me for a little bit?!?"
Murdoc's voice echoed through the car park, stunning a sullen-looking 2-D out of his quiet, drug-induced dream world.
He turned to see the bassist glaring angrily at him from the other side of the room he'd been sitting in, and slowly 2-D put down his package of cigarettes (next to an ample supply of painkillers) and raised an eyebrow at Murdoc as a silent enquiry of what he wanted. "Stu-Pot, it's getting way late. You realize, of course, that we have to put together the greatest hits album within two more weeks? Two?!?? You've been even more screwed over than usual, and it's messing with our scedule!" Murdoc gave a 2-D another glare to empasize his point, and added threateningly, "I don't want this band to fall apart. If make that happen, you'll be needing a lot more painkillers that the overdose you're already taking! Got it?"
"Fine, fine..." 2-D shot back, ge
Beauty Sleep"Avast ye foul lizard! Crawl out from that hidey-hole on your belly so I may stain my blade with your impure blood!"Beauty Sleep5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He stood outside the dragon's den, a gallant figure clad from head to toe in gleaming metal. Shield and sword were poised, and the crimson plume adorning his helmet flapped in the sputtering breeze.
"You may have terrorized many a kingdom and slaughtered many a valiant knight, but not I! For I come bearing my family's ancestral sword, a bright woe-bringer to all the creatures of darkness which hide in their fetid pits! Enjoy your next breaths, dragon, for they shall be your last."
Deep down in the depths of the dragon's den, a pair of bleary eyes cracked open.
Oh please not ANOTHER one.
The Dragon yawned and stretched on its hoard; a wretched fuzzy taste had settled into his mouth overnight, and a dreadful scratch lingered in the back of his throat. An inordinate amount of gagging and hacking ensued as a modest glob of mucus was expelled from his lungs. That was d
Mechanical DeathEven mechanical things can live.Mechanical Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It stirred, steel tendons and synthetic muscles twanging like sad music in the cold silent dark. In turn, the dark hissed back, a noiseless sound from the furthest depths of blackest space. The thing with the tendons of steel and the skinless hide glistening with oil twitched and spasmed and trembled, the mess of electric synapses it called a mind confused by the notion of life.
It felt. And what it felt confused it, for it had never felt before and it did not know what it was to feel. It felt cold and hot at the same time, two extremes of temperature that at a point became inseparable with each other. It felt and heard and saw a world that it did not understand. For it had never lived before now.
The mechanical pump at the center of its being fluttered uncertainly, a chaotic interruption of a carefully timed rhythm: Thump flutter thump click whiiiine. The hissing noiseless dark writhed in its corners of blackest black and waited.
What is this
Turn Yourself Around To The Sun (Chapter. 1)2D sat on the couch in the living room and picked up a beer can from the ground. He chucked it with ease and let his body fall onto the couch. He looked down at his watch and sighed.Turn Yourself Around To The Sun (Chapter. 1)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Where on earth was Noodle?
He said 15 minutes. Not 90.
2D looked at his clock and came to the realization that it had only been 10 minutes. He felt as if his heart was going to burst of anticipation as he sat there.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from down the stairs.
He sat up and looked at Noodle as she gracefully took each step.
He looked at her from head to toe.
She seemed to be wearing 2 shirts and a jacket.
Her hair was neatly combed to reach her shoulders but was being pushed further down sunglasses.
"I'm ready to go."
"Noods, yew are aware I's hot outside?"
"Yes. I am."
"Noodle come 'ere."
Noodle reluctantly walked forward toward him.
"Take off yo' jacket. I's hot outside."
Noodle frowned slightly and did as he said.
"Fine. Now what?"
"Take off yo' shirt."
Tron: Remembrance - Chapter OneTron: Remembrance - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streams of errant data flowed up from the depths of the Sea as he sunk down. Rinzler's coding screamed at him, telling him to move, to swim to the surface and save himself. But from the depths of his core, the program he had been–the program that had fought for the Users–stubbornly ran a counter-command, rendering Rinzler helpless.
It was his fate to derez here. He would not resist.
The surface grew further and further away as he was swallowed by the depths of the Sea. It was ironic that he would meet his end here, of all places.
The place where Flynn's miracle had emerged.
The part of him that remained Tron had awakened when Flynn called his name.
Tron, what have you become?
Only at the last, when Clu had been about to derez the light-jet carrying Flynn, Sam, and the last ISO, had Tron been able to regain control over his own body. Memories that had been suppressed by Clu's protocols had surfaced in a furious explosion that had disorie
Gorillaz Effect"You were born an original, don't die a copy." is a quote from Murdoc Niccals of the music band Gorillaz. That is something I tend to keep in mind for the rest of my life. I have many influential people (both fictional and real) in my life. Murdoc, 2D, Noodle and Russle of Gorillaz are among the most important people that have had a great influence on me. Even though they're fictional cartoon characters, they have had a big effect on my life and still do. They have taught me to be myself and stand out. Don't waste your life, do what you really want to do in it and stop at nothing to accomplish your dreams.Gorillaz Effect9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn, the creators of Gorillaz, have given the band members an amazing and interesting life of their own. They live in Essex, England in Kong Studios, a huge creepy zombie infested building on top of a large hill surrounded by a graveyard dating back to the Black Plague. Learning about them has been a lot of fun. Gorillaz are people I l
bullets in a shot glassAgain the archers are aching,bullets in a shot glass10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
again their bones are breaking
like the cracks in the Colosseum.
Death does not defend
fighters; he does not fulfill
godly goals of
heaven and halos.
I am inverted, introverted,
a jester jeering
at kids who kiss
like life is long enough to fall in love.
my mouth is a machine,
a new nightfall
ordering our soldiers out
into pits where they pray for peace.
the quirks of our
ridiculous readings rule us,
sand us into sculptures
thin and tall, trembling.
our universe is built on uncertainty
and vicious virtues
written by long-dead warriors who
expected to live forever, and
I do not yield to your
Alien: Skewed Bedtime TalesSkewed Bedtime Tales for the Despondent BabysitterAlien: Skewed Bedtime Tales9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Compiled and edited by a despicable character of unknown origin.
I. Not by the Hair on My Chinny Chin Chin
The little pig sat comfortably in his little armchair, smoking his little corncob pipe, and reading a lovely book on straw and hay. The wind blew and the thatch that made up the little pig's ceiling rustled quietly. A slight little draft blew here and there from the little gaps in the walls of the pig's home. At times, the thick bales of straw shivered and the pig would bundle up in his cozy armchair, safe from relentless windy days. As the little pig sat, the corner of his eye caught a shadow moving outside his window. A little knock on the door brought the little pig out of his chair.
"Who is it?"
A deep voice answered, "Good afternoon, I'm here to see the owner
of the house."
The little pig looked through the little pane of his window and he saw a great big wolf. "You're a wolf! I'm not lett
DEATH BATTLE Ezio vs Corvo The FightDEATH BATTLE Ezio vs Corvo The Fight11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Breloom: Alright we’ve analyzed our combatants to the core and considered every angle and possibility.
Doom: Now entertain DOOM with a DEATH BATTLE!!!!!
It was a dark, dirty, and depressing city ravaged by plague and poverty. Ezio was on top of a roof top looking over the city of dunwall with a frown on his face. “This city with the state it’s in I wouldn’t be surprised if the Templars were in charge here.” He said to himself as he watched a sick man walk underneath in the streets below. He had been contacted to come this city with the hopes that he can stop a madman who’s been slaughtering political figures. Ezio didn’t care much for them especially after seeing the state their city was in. But these men some of them had families he couldn’t stand back as someone broke apart family’s permanently.
Guardian AngelGuardian Angel6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I've always had a guardian angel. No one has ever believed this to be anything more than a simple dream, but I've seen him. The first time I saw him was when I was eight years old and a man I did not know was pulling me towards someplace I did not want to go. I was crying and trying to pull away, trying to get back to my mother. Then in a blur of gold and white, my arm was freed and the creepy older man had disappeared. Even in the blur I swore I saw the large beautiful white wings of an angel.
As much as I regaled this tale to my parents, they never believed me and I had simply gotten in trouble for wandering too far from my mother's side. As the years began to pass, even I started to believe I had simply dreamed the entire encounter up. Then when I was thirteen, I had gone on a hiking trip with my class in the Niamori Mountains. At our noontime break, we stopped at a large clearing next to a steep cliff. We were all laughing and posing for pictures near the edge, despite our teacher'
2D and Noodle: Part 5Noodle just stood there awestruck by the turn of events. Never in her right mind would she have considered 2D felling the same way, and looking back on it, she never really thought about it either. "Noodle?" 2D asked, shattering her thoughts and bringing her back to reality. Noodle looked at him, and this time she really looked at him. She knew what her heart was telling her. She knew she was in love with 2D, but she just couldn't get the words to come out. She opened her mouth but her body was still in shock. 2D started to look worried and said, "Maybe I shouldn't 'ave said anythin'. I'm sorry Noodle." He turned and was ready to walk out the door when Noodle ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He lifted his arms so he could see what was happening and laughed quietly to himself. He spun around hugged Noodle back. They separated and he took Noodle's face in his big hands. He brushed her silky bangs away from her vibrant eyes, and looked into them.2D and Noodle: Part 54 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I love you too, 2D,
DEATH BATTLE Ezio vs Corvo The PreludeDEATH BATTLE Ezio vs Corvo The Prelude11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Breloom: Right behind Space marines and Dragon slaying heroes, Assassins are some of the most popular characters in fiction at the moment.
Doom: Many popular characters are in this category such as Ezio Auditore legendary assassin
Breloom: Or The supernatural assassin Corvo Attano
Doom: Both men have many impossible kills under their belt and people have argued on who would win since Dishonored was released.
Breloom: I’m Breloom and he’s Doctor Doom and it’s our part-time job to analyze their Weapons, Armor, and Skills to see who would win in a DEATH BATTLE!
Weight: 175 lbs
- Saved 3 different cites from Templar rule
- Librated Rome from Borgia rule, and prevented the rise to power of Ercole Massimo's Cult of Hermes,
- Lead the assassin’s for a while.
Breloom: A member of the House of Auditore, Ezio remained unaware of his Assassin heritage u
Maka vs Amy part 1Maka vs Amy part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soul and Maka were on Soul's motorbike driving to their next mission.
"So Maka what is this mission about anyway?" Soul asked.
"Apparently a human has been taken over by some sort of demon. It's our job to free her from this demon once and for all." Maka explained.
"Ok, shouldn’t be too difficult then." Soul said.
"I hope so." Maka thought to herself.
They arrived at the location of the mission and began to search for the target. They asked around for information but no such luck until Maka sensed a glimpse of an evil soul with her soul perception.
"Soul up there!" Maka said pointing to the rooftops. They got to the roof as quickly as they could.
"I also sense a human soul up there." Maka said. They arrived on the roof and looked around for the target.
Maka then spotted a girl, but she was hanging a boy by his underwear over the side of the roof.
"Stop right there!" Maka said to get her attention. The girl then pulled the boy back up and let him run off crying. She slowly turned
The Death Of Abdul AlhazredThe Death Of Abdul Alhazred9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the Valley of the Kings beneath an unforgiving sky
a bent and shuffling figure searched out a place to die.
His lips were cracked and bleeding. A fever gripped his mind.
He crossed the wadi yesterday leaving all he'd known behind.
His dark eyes glared in madness. The hot wind whipped his sleeves.
Across his chest his fingers clutched a skin of paryrus leaves.
In the calm between his visions when some thoughts might be his own
he remembered what had led him here to the edge of all that's known.
Wise Counsel he was called one time; in a life before this other.
A poet and a scholar, embraced by all as brother.
Then they cast him out on pain of death, streets lined to watch him go.
His crime; seeking higher things he'd found too far below.
He pored between the written words in tomes of ancient lore
the dusty voices teasing of a lost and secret door.
Calling on the Elder names spoken not since time began
in his dreams he traveled to a cold and distant land.
Across the frozen Plains of Le
a lie that tells the truthplease don’t write me as a ghost girl,a lie that tells the truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all blurry lines and faded features
that caricature themselves into the minds
of those that think they see me--
i am not a canvas.
my life is not a blank sheet for you
to paint your vision across,
and i have no wires in my bones--
you cannot pose me so i’ll catch the light
like a kaleidoscope of clever quirks
and tragic backstories;
i am written in the words i discard
when i write bad poetry at 3am, and if you look,
you can find me echoed back to you
in my all time top five favorite movies.
i am the way my hands hurt
when i get nervous;
i am the urge to speak italian,
even though after a year of classes, i can barely
i am the calmness that hits
when i smell cigarettes, even though
i’ve never smoked,
and i am the grudges that have lingered
because i forget to let things go,
and i am the passive-aggressive comments
that i should be sorry for, but
never really am.
if you want, you can trace your pen along
Maka vs Amy part 3Maka vs Amy part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But before we continue I would like to ask you one question" Amy said.
"Oh yeah, and what might that be?" Maka responded.
"Have you ever received a wedgie before?" Amy asked. Maka's expression went from serious to surprised and embarrassed as her face turned bright red. Amy's eyes changed colour and looked into Maka's mind.
"Hahaha. You have, that is perfect" Amy said as she projected Maka's mind showing previous wedgies she had received allowing everyone to see. It showed her getting one from her own partner Soul. One from Black Star, a couple from him actually. And the last one showed her getting wedgied by the Thompson sisters Liz and Patty at the same time.
Maka was so embarrassed and humiliated that she griped her weapon tightly and went running in blindly towards Amy. She started swinging like crazy as Amy easily blocked all of them with her weapon.
"Awwwwwww is somebody going to cry?" Amy mocked the embarrassed Maka. She just grew angry and started swinging with more rage. Amy
Fiction with Connie, Pt. FourFiction with Connie, Pt. Four4 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Tale Of Fiction, featuring: The Crimson Conservative (owned by JamesE82)
Chapter Four: Tactics and Results
Interstellar Calendar Date:
Solar Day Beta, Year: ???
Galactic Time: 1723 Hours
As the heartless cyborg mercenary-crewed rogue scavenger vessel "Calibos" pulled away from the research vessel "Venture Nebula," the Crimson Conservative peered out a nearby porthole and silently wished them well. Once more checking her twin Desert Eagle handguns, Connie knew that she only had three clips left per handgun, as well as her two combat knives. Still, her augmented strength and speed had proven to be more than a match for any of the cyborg crewmen that Connie had bumped into so far. 'Wish I knew how many more clankers were onboard this barge. Three down so far; since I'm guessing on this one, best bet would be on a single boss cyborg and a couple of man-machines that he has as his right hands to enforce his command. Okay, then: let's
His queen, my muse.Pomegranate seedsHis queen, my muse.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have the most
bitter of tastes.
She is more
than a myth,
There are more
flames beneath her
skin than in all of
Hades. With every
breath she takes,
winter cries out
She is magenta.
A maiden of
jasper and agate;
lily eyelashes and
locks of supple ivy.
a hyacinth among
weeds and sweet
Blackmail is Such a Harsh WordSummary: Anakin Skywalker finds out that he doesn't know his Padawan quite as well as he previously thought he did.Blackmail is Such a Harsh Word4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pairing(s): Very one sided Ahsoka/Bane (along with heavily implied Anakin/Twi'leks of Ill Repute).
Warnings: Utter silliness, not to be taken seriously under any circumstances.
Disclaimer: The Star Wars universe belongs to George Lucas, I own none of the characters or settings to be found herein. No profit is being made from this work of fanfiction.
Anakin slowly surveyed the walls of his Padawan's room. He wasn't sure whether to be angry, concerned or just plain horrified.
Wanted 1,000,000 Credits For Crimes Against the Republic.
Notorious Bounty Hunter Strikes Again.
Exclusive Pictures of the Republic's Most Wanted.
Four walls (and part of a ceiling) covered in images of the Galaxy's most infamous bounty hunter.
I was obvious from the dark orange flush in Ahsoka's cheeks that she knew she'd done wrong... or
A poetic dream~Breathing in the cold fresh air,A poetic dream5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish the stars goodnight.
Eyes lingering at the moon, I stare,
shining there so bright.~
Its wisdom flows within our dreams,
gifting us tonight.
But what of it, they're only dreams,
within a poets mind.
Shooting metaphors across the sky;
cometing planet imagery.
and star-dust filled with similes.
Thoughts and imagination intertwine,
forming the creative mind.
A poet that is yet to find,
basic structure, rhythm and rhyme.
~Wishing the stars my last goodnight,
reality flaws at the seams.
Eyes no longer search for the moon tonight,
as the poet lives within my dreams.~
Your electric touchI keep telling myself that you are the same,Your electric touch3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like every other guy who has this aim;
To go through as many girls as they can,
And ruin their hopes, their dreams, their plans.
But when our eyes caught, and you looked at me,
I had to remind myself how to breathe,
In some strange way, I was drawn to you,
And my heart screamed out its want for you.
You liked what you saw, you asked for my name,
But you guys aren't the only ones who play this game,
Despite my urgent need to touch,
And my erratic heart giving me an adrenaline rush;
I play hard to get for a while,
Was it just me, or did I see a smile?
A few days pass, and my mysterious guy,
Once again appeared, and I caught your eye,
A smile on your face lingered there,
And once again, you stole my air
But this time I lost control,
There's something about you that warms my soul,
Smiling back, you walk towards me,
I'm lost in your eyes when you look at me.
Months roll by, and I have to say,
I enjoyed myself every single day,