InterceptorInterceptor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
Phineas y Ferb - Apocalipsis PrologoPhineas y Ferb - ApocalipsisPhineas y Ferb - Apocalipsis Prologo3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Permítanme que me presente por favor, mi nombre es Phineas Flynn, soy originario de Danville, una ciudad ubicada en el área limítrofe o como le dicen algunos de los tres estados.
Permanezcan atentos por favor, ya que hoy les contare como es mi variada vida.
Tranquilos, no empezare desde el principio, soy consciente de que esperan de que les cuente algo interesante y no toda mi vida, por eso me centrare principalmente este último año, tomando como punto de referencia el 21 de Diciembre del 2012.
Les aseguro que van a estar encantados de escucharme, pero antes una pequeña introducción para que se den una idea.
Tengo 28 años, y en cuanto a mis aficiones pues… digamos que todos los veranos siempre me dedicaba a realizar un gran proyecto para divertirme junto con mi hermano Ferb.
A pesar de ser un muchacho muy alegre, siempre me ha gustado estar en la soledad, lo sé, suena raro, pero es en serio, no me gustaba que me interrumpieran cuando
Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 31Fusiliers Forever: Chapter 313 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
28 May 3039
Jimmy had made the comment that the Fusiliers should simply have an assigned parking space at the Robert Marsden Spaceport and be done with it, considering how much time they spent on the tarmac waiting for DropShips to land. Both the APC and Alexandra's aircar were parked one in front of the other, with the Fusiliers lounging in the vehicles, chatting, or pacing while they waited for Shearling to land.
In one of life's weird moments and completely against all expectation, the would-be assassin had been found. Well, presumed would-be assassin if you wanted to get all technical about it, because the suspect was dead and couldn't be questioned. A massive, non-stop investigation had turned up the presence of someone in the city whose records were suspicious. A man who had not arrived with the three current visiting DropShips, but who'd been a passenger aboard the Europa
arsenal1.arsenal6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
come close to me
your case is here, inside
with your name inscribed
housing powder ignited
to see you
add more to the stream,
make concrete gleam
with the shards that you fling,
stay full automatically,
cover the scene
with the steam
of hot metal
and I promise
you won't feel a thing;
of your disjointed end,
if you think
you've collected your mind
steady your step
ready for death,
you will soon be
forgetting your breath.
Deadly NightshadeDeadly Nightshade5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A deadly Shade of violet
Curled tight 'round the gate,
Its sunset-colored berries
A bold dare to tempt fate.
One petal is sickness
Another is grief,
Three petals is madness
Four petals, relief.
Lovely vines of Nightshade
Strangling away the flowers,
Such a precious companion
To count away the hours.
A single berry, sin,
Another for lost virtue,
More to take the pain away
So that the last one won't hurt you.
Nightshade - grown in shade or sun,
Wove' through flowers, brush 'n picket gate,
An' for each year, the thought's the same:
"For what taste would you tempt fate?"
Situational Dialogue Exercise The intent of this exercise is for the character to react to each situation in a manner unique to who they are, or at least to who you have created them to be. Some of these situations are similar, I will admit, but they should prove different enough to help understand the thoughts and actions of characters in their dialogue from their perspective.Situational Dialogue Exercise4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Some things to avoid:
Yelling "You B#####d!" any time a disadvantageous situation appears.
The plain-face "Well s##t" remark gets old very, very quickly, and says almost nothing about the character.
Use of "Tch" or "Heh" to represent a tough guy should be sparing, at best. Watch Eastwood. The man hardly says anything at all.
Monologues are almost always unnatural. When was the last time you received a full lecture about how life works and how views are emotionally charged from someone who can't
100 Reasons to Stay Alive1. A hug.100 Reasons to Stay Alive2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. An “I love you”.
3. A funny tumblr post.
4. A message, “I miss you”.
5. A pat on the shoulder.
6. Walking past the compass and knowing I am clean.
7. The funny doodle I did during English.
8. A piece of music that reminds me of the fateful day last November.
9. Inside jokes.
10. Wrestling my friend until we are covered in bruises then laughing and hugging.
11. Eating lunch that is covered in sawdust.
12. Seeing the teacher give me the look then totally ignoring what I'm doing.
13. Playing the “bogies” game, but dirtier.
14. A quick snog between classes.
15. Stealing his glasses then seeing him moan.
16. Giving them back and him punching me playfully.
17. Seeing the picture we drew together before leaving.
18. Walking past the house and recalling everything all at once.
19. That feels moment when a ship becomes canon.
20. Dan and Phil.
21. The moment when both of us want something yet neither wants to initiate it and we look at each other
Manipulation of Thine EyesHow your eyes entrance the very recesses of my vulnerable heart.Manipulation of Thine Eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You whisper such contracts that charm the very core of my vitality.
Perhaps it is just an anecdote-all the bountiful delectation I witness before me.
No, I must remain firm from thine voice of falsehood and cloaked veracity!
Oh, but the temptations of being precipitated into this state of control is becoming too grand! Too grand!
Stay back, lying fiend!
I have disintegrated these transparent chains around thy will.
Still-and even so-I shan’t dismiss from mind your stipulation nor shall I obliterate those entrancive orbs that are your eyes.
QuietusQuietusQuietus4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dead men, dead men
Hanging on a tree
How many dead men
Do you see?
I see a dead man
With remorse in his eyes
He lived a life of hiding
Yes hiding from his lies
I see a dead man
Who loved the sight of fire
He burned his own house
To sate his own desire
I see a dead man
Who lived in the name of lust
He tainted all the pure
His heart the shade of rust
I see a dead man
Who envied all light
Who moved with the wind
Stole the stars of night
I see a dead man
Crying tears of pain
Hands stained with blood
All washed up by rain
Sins veiled in darkness
Cries of the slain
Reflect upon such madness
Feel their very pain
Cast them retribution
Blind them with the night
This is their conclusion
Bring back the lost light
Misty blue and carrion wine
Her tresses stained with red
"DROP DEAD YOU HIDEOUS SWINE!"
You can't say that, you're dead
Dead men, dead men
Hanging on a tree
How many dead men
Do you see?
The Herbal KitchenThe Herbal Kitchen4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Below is a list of herbs commonly found in most homes, and their magickal uses.
African Violet -- Used as a protection amulet and to promote spirituality in the home. It is burned as a traditional herbal incense of the Spring Equinox Sabbat.
Allspice -- Burned as an incense to attract money or luck. It is also used to promote healing.
Aloe -- A popular houseplant. Used for protection against evil influences and prevents household accidents.
Angelica -- One of the traditional ritual herbs of the Candlemas and Beltane Sabbats. Angelica is both a culinary and medicinal herb. Sprinkle around the house to ward off evil. Added to the bath, it removes curses or spells that may have been cast against you.
Anise -- The leaves are used for protection. The seeds are burned as a meditation incense. Filling a small pillowcase with anise seeds and sleeping on it will ensure that you have no nightmares.
Basil --Brings wealth to those who carry it in their pockets. Given as a gift, brings good luck to
LoveLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something in all of us,
different but still the same.
It's a way of expression;
some times normal,
well some times strange.
It's a feeling that you have;
or sometimes sad.
It's a curse,
or a blessing.
It makes you lose yourself,
or helps you discover who you truly are.
It's something that will always happen,
whether like it or not.
But something that can't be controlled,
or be freed.
But always be happy,
that you can love.
Future Shadows: Chapter 13Future Shadows: Chapter 133 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Galatea, Lyran Commonwealth
10 July 3040
The Karakum Basin Proving Grounds were located more than two hundred kilometres east of Galatean City, and were one of several areas where mercenaries and FedCom troops could go to engage in military exercises. A unit had to book in advance (or have the right connections to get a last minute slot) and of course there were always fees, but most units found it worth the expense. There’s only so much you can do in a simulator. There’s no substitute for the real world.
The Fusiliers had been on leave for almost a month now and the increase in their morale was obvious. Although Alexandra wasn’t planning to call off that leave, she was in the process of looking for another contract. They were on Galatea after all, so she wanted to make the most of their time. On that theme she had scheduled an afternoon at the Karakum Basin so her sister could get some real-world practice. Today was going
Falloutour bones shatter evermore,Fallout3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
remarkably like you.
in the end
(as we call out)
we all fallout.
you wait for me to call back,
but I don't call back.
you hit the wall,
and fall back,
and that's how you stayed in the frame,
and were suddenly the face of the fame
and didn't want want your life to be the same.
so you left me sinking in this friend-ship,
typical for you,
you and your graceful name which is so great
(as was the name I gave
to you which you
that it doesn't suit you.
you regret your (previously) greatest virtues,
which makes you so easy to abhor.
typical for you.
and this is why we fell out.
and this is why, once again
in the end
(we no longer call out)
we all fallout.
UntitledWords can lie,Untitled11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can heal,
Words can give and
Words can steal,
Words give us a voice,
Words can hurt, without choice.
Words built great cities, of marble and stone,
Words destroyed empires, and kings, they dethrone.
Words brought justice, and rights,
Words gave tyrants their mights.
Words built bridges, friendships and homes,
Words have done things no one atones.
Words hope, and words dream,
Words shout and words scream.
The SandmanSo you've come to learn about The Sandman, ladies and gentlemen?The Sandman5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
He is right here! In the very room you sit! No, don't get up! He knows where you're going.
He's here to adjust your destiny.
Don't be afraid of Mister Sandman.
He's come to bring you a dream.
One of sweet food, wine, and women.
Or one of war, chaos, and dragon's fire.
He decides who lives,
And who dies.
Now someone here in this room is going to die today.
Is it going to be you, sir?! The wealthy oil tycoon?
Or you ma'am?! Working class citizen with a lovely family?
It's not going to be me.
How do I know all of this?
Because all of your destinies end here today, in this faithful circus tent.
Because I'm The Sandman.
And I've come to bring you a dream.
Popular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up ProjectPopular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up Project4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Popular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up Project Part 2
You lay in your bed, snuggling the covers. It has been three weeks already and three weeks from taking care the baby doll with Alfred. That doll had kept you awake for all day long. It cries for every hour and believe it or not, it moves. Since this week it Alfred turn to take care of it, you finally had time for sleeping.
'Hope he doesn't do anything stupid' you thought sleepy.
Then you blushed. Every time you thought of Alfred, your heart always skips and your cheek turns red. You shift uncomfortably on your bed. Reading through a lot of books and magazine, you finally understand why you acted this way. "You are in love!" you always read from the magazines.
'Impossible! I don't like Alfred, I hate him' you thought "or maybe I do like him...'
Turning around, you sighed.
'I'm supposed to be sleeping not thinking about him!' you thought bitterly. Closing your eyes, you try to sleep.
"But who knew my wife will be the cutest girl i
Blame the Dead- Fallout Equestria SongPlease note that war; it never changes.Blame the Dead- Fallout Equestria Song4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even in a place where peace was the language.
The sky was blue, and the birds flew free,
from Cloudsdale to Manehatten city.
Friends would play and they all got along.
But sadly somewhere something went wrong.
The seeds of hate were planted in their lives.
To think one conflict would cause such a terrible blight
I look at this world; it's not the same
and only the dead can hold the blame.
From this one conflict: they let it expand.
Until it became the whole world's end!
The buildings shake the ground caves in.
Thousands die, they were all turned into the wind.
A wall of light rips through the land.
Cursing their lives as they see the end.
Tears start to fall as many watch from afar.
While the clouds shut close, the sky goes dark.
"Is this really the end we'll all soon know?"
"Oh, where did this land go?"
The shadows are standing; they stand for the dead
To even think these streets would be their bed
And now reality comes cr
things that go bump in the nightabsence makes the heart a monster.things that go bump in the night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Medicine Cat Herb GuideBorage LeavesMedicine Cat Herb Guide6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Small plant with pink or blue flowers and hairy leaves. Chewed and eaten by nursing queens for producing better milk. Also treats fevers. Can be easily identified by it's star shaped flowers.
Tall stemmed thistle with a sharp smell and dark leaves. When dug up and washed off, it is chewed into a pulp, and put on wounds inflicted by rats to keep them from becoming infected. Can also be used on infected rat bites to lessen and heal the pain.
A leafy and delicious-smelling plant which is rarely found in the wild. Mostly found in Twoleg Gardens. Best cure for Greencough.
Sweet smelling plant, which has large leaves, which are almost fern-like. When the leaves are chewed, the juice can be placed on wounds to prevent or heal infection. The roots can be chewed up and eaten to cure bellyache.
Put on a wound to soak up and stop (or slow) the bleeding.
I Am A Lady Most Dunmer new to Skyrim’s harsh conditions have a hard time acclimatizing. Thankfully, Whiterun is a somewhat genial milieu, conveniently placed in the middle of the province.I Am A Lady4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blessed are those who find solace in deep, regenerating sleep. Lycanthropy however negates any hope for a long, pleasant rest. Dreams are less peaceful, seldom memorable after awaking. In the morning one is sore and frustrated instead of fresh and relaxed, as being a werewolf is a state of constant alertness and anxiety.
It was the second day in a row that Caye couldn’t sleep, but not because of her new surroundings. She was born north from Morrowind, snow and cold winds were nothing new to her. It was the newly acquired beast blood that kept her from pleasant dreams. She didn’t feel comfortable with her new powers. Her muscles were tense, though she tried to operate with precision, her moves
Italy's SecretIt was nearing mid- October. Oktoberfest had already come and gone, of course, ending much earlier in the month, and Germany was back to his usual, serious self. Mostly, anyway.Italy's Secret4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In those seventeen days, after a lot of binging at the tents, one could imagine that he might have lost his figure a little. It was a sacrifice he made at the end of every September, trading in a rock hard six pack for a beer gut, but it was always worth it. Within a few weeks, it was gone again, as well.
It just so happened, however, that this was one of Italy's favorite times of year, when his lover's mood lightened considerably, and filled out his clothes just a little more.
This was a secret Italy kept to himself. He was still the sweet, innocent Italy everyone knew, but he felt a twinge of somethingwhen he thought about his Germany. He had to tell himself that he shouldn't encourage Germany to overindulge like that, but it was too easy during those two and some weeks, and God, it was hot. In the
Nowadays. Side Ways.thisNowadays. Side Ways.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is more paper here than clothing
my iron is broken
the water leaks onto pages
with their own ink
it boils when it spills
my shirts are ironed dry
they and I
crave the water
the paper is indifferent
never bring a birthday candle to a campfireWe sit in circlesnever bring a birthday candle to a campfire1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing whichever flame
the roulette lands on.
Prophetic arrows teeter
at incendiary elections.
Candidate #1: Numberboy
I count calendars & signposts
until the moment you kiss
my freckled constellations
and connect these asterisks
You are my halcyon star,
but I've got to earn my stripes.
Candidate #2: Mr. Snores-on-Skype
You serenade me lullabies
as we concoct symphonies
through telephone wires.
Let's make Lust
to Lana Del Rey
remixes & fall
asleep or in love
into each other's
It's not that I don't trust the sparks.
The sparks just never trust me.