Blueberry PancakesLast night had been very nice and today was starting out to be beautiful.Blueberry Pancakes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Birds were singing in my garden and the morning sun shown through the kitchen window lighting my small antique table.
It had been Grandmothers once and was currently adorned with a pink tablecloth with matching white and pink dishes. A single pink rose decorated the center and I think she would have appreciated the arrangement.
My little pink apron matched as well and kept things neat and protected as I moved about the small but charming kitchen.
As he sat down with his morning coffee cup I glanced over and frowned. The dark colored, well used mug clashed with both the décor and my senses.
In solution I simply poured him a fresh cup in the proper colored mug, traded it for the chipped one and set about finishing his breakfast.
Scrambled eggs with pepper flakes, fresh peaches and homemade blueberry pancakes.
The remnants of last night's euphoria
Polaris - Fly-outCaptain David Metlesits looked around all the unfamiliar faces in the room. There were Humans, Andorians, a Caitian or two and some folks whose race he simply did not know. And there was the one familiar figure, standing next to him: Branch Admiral Boccioni, her age compensated by her spirit.Polaris - Fly-out4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- This meeting of the Inter-Federation Armed Forces is in session, as of now. Boccioni said. Even though she was a First Fleeter, she out-ranked everybody in the room, given that her only two superiors were the Fleet Admiral of Starfleet and the C in C of the Federation. The slight buzz of chatter that filled the room ended abruptly. The time for being official has begun.
- Captain Metlesits. said an Andorian Rear Admiral, his face lined with age and experience As you very well know, this meeting will decide on the upcoming relationship between our separate branches of military.
- Sir, yes sir. Metlesits nodded. He wanted to show himself as an officer of the
The Xavier: PrologueThe Xavier, a standard Obsidian Class Luna Destroyer- one of the most powerful starships in the Syrunese People's Interstellar Fleet; a fleet built by the people, for the people- be it defence or otherwise. The Xavier was a 2401 meter long, 4.914 million tonne warship with its crew compliment of around 2000 individuals and complete with a weapons array consisting of 36 standard Ion Cannons, 8 anti-matter capable missile ports and a first class 20 Yotta Volt Tesla forward battery, and just to be sure it didn't run out of firepower; it held 18 Demious class fighters- each easily capable of destroying a Koron heavy freighter. The Obsidians were the dreadnoughts of the fleet and they held spacial superiority no matter what sector they propelled into.The Xavier: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was through these destroyers the Koron-Syruni treaty was signed, afterall even the warrior race of the Korons knew they could not defeat even one Obsidian- never mind the 8 stationed on their border.
The Xavier had been patrollin
Revolutions in EnergyOur current major sources of energy are expensive, spew large quantities of greenhouse gases, heavy metals, and other waste into the atmosphere, and rely on reserves of fuels that are growing harder and harder to obtain. Wind and solar power are expensive to install, high maintenance, require a large amount of area, and only provide power when the wind blows or the sun shines--the rest of the time, they have to either switch over to a fossil fuel backup, or have stored enough energy in batteries to last.Revolutions in Energy3 months ago in Editorial More Like This
We need power sources that can provide more energy per unit of cost and area than current systems, and do so continuously--all day, all night, wind or no. A source of energy that is more economical will be adopted by necessity, and because it works better.
This source of economical, powerful, clean, abundant energy is not unattainable fantasy, nor decades down the line--it is real, today. It is nuclear.
Nuclear power is an incredible paradigm shift--an atom breaking apart through nucle
A Talk With AliceA Talk With Alice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love, Madness is well mad. Sometimes it comes on slowly, devolving over many of years. Other times it's triggered by a certain event, such as a tragedy. Madness is never really predictable, never really certain. But one thing is for certain, true madness, the kind that often swallows a person entirely, is not only a state of mind, but a state of being as well.
Madness is an evil thing. It can trap you inside your own mind. You can't talk, can't move, can't do much of anything. The voices in your head, they take control. They tell you things you normally would know to be false. But you aren't normally anymore or you dear? No, your forever changed by this curse.
You try to tell them of all the things you see, the things that plague your existence, your dreams, turning life into a living nightmare. But they don't listen to you. They disregard you as nothing but a hopeless case, a nuisance at best. And the creatures always come at night. When the lights are gone
Akatsuki PicnicDeidara, have you seen my nail polish? Itachi stuck his head into Sasoris room, where the two artists were creating an abstract piece of art, a.k.a. a big lump of charred wood.Akatsuki Picnic7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Deidara looked too innocent for Itachis liking. He burst into the room and began to root through all the drawers.
Dont lie, I know you did.
Dont open that one! Deidara yelled. It was too late for Itachi. In a burst of sizzling smoke and flame, the drawer blew up and singed a good part of Itachis ponytail off.
Eeeek! Itachi felt his hair frantically. How much is burned? Tell me! He shoved his ponytail into Deidaras face.
Deidara turned away and frowned. Im not going to tell you anything. Those were my favorite clay creations, and you detonated them.
Legend of Spyro Altair ch3Legend of Spyro Altair ch35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Legend of Spyro: Altair
La transformación de Altair
La vez pasada Cynder y Altair se quedaron platicando en el balcón viendo el atardecer sobre la pradera hasta que se hizo de noche, después ambos se fueron a dormir. Cuando Altair se fue a la cama no podía dormir, ya que tenía muchas preguntas acerca de su pasado y de el por que en no era un Dragón como su hermana, poco después le gano el sueño y se quedo dormido, en eso dentro de su sueños Ignitus fue a revelarle en sus sueños como regresar a la normalidad.
Ignitus: *con vos espiritual* Altair, Altair
Altair: huu ¿quien es? ¿Quien esta allí?
Ignitus: no te asustes Altair, mi nombre es Ignitus el guardián del templo del tiempo y he venido a ayudarte
Altair: ¿ayudarme? ¿Pero como me ayudaras?
Ignitus: te ayudare a que vuelvas a tu forma original, además te daré dos dones que podrás utilizar cuando quieras
Altair: ¿Qué clase de do
Mythos Chapter 1: LineageMythos: Chapter 1Mythos Chapter 1: Lineage3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's almost been 2 years since my brother murdered our parents. Because of how much his appearance had changed, the police hadn't been aware the killer was no longer a brown-haired, smooth-skinned boy. For the last couple years, he's had black hair and white, leatherlike skin. Not just that, his eyelids are no longer there and he had carved a glasgow smile into his cheeks.
The night he had killed our parents, he was nearly able to stab me to death. Luckily I was able to crawl my way to the phone before heavy bleeding became my demise. Despite that though, I still love my brother no less than I ever have. Although being a Christian, I'm required to unconditionally love every living being like our Father above. The wooden cross that hangs on my necklace always reminds me of Jeff, since he owned one just like it. For the last while I've been wondering if he still had it.
If you haven't gotten the hint, I'm Liu, Jeff's older brother.
Only in the moonlightFate never seemed to kind to anyone who just wanted to have a life of happiness. They had to fight for what they wanted and in the end it was never good enough. Fate was a cold-hearted woman and she would just give to those who did not seem to care what they got out of life, she seemed to favor those who only wanted to cause pain and suffering to those around them. Kagome knew first hand that she could never have the simply life, the little miko knew that if she finished her quest of finding the rest of the jewel shards and put Naraku in an early grave. It didn't seem like any of those things would be happening soon, she could never return to her happy life before she fell down the bone-eaters well and back five-hundred years into the past. It seemed as if her group and Naraku were bond to do this for the rest of eternity. It was truly a sad thought, Kagome wanted to grow old with a family, and pretend like this was just a silly liOnly in the moonlight4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another VictimThe packed school hallway was filled with students, all talking about the murders that have happened recently in town. Danielle had to squeeze through the students, ignoring everyone's conversations. She was sick of hearing about the murders, it was all she had been hearing about for the past week.Another Victim3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walked to her locker and entered her combination. The police can't even catch the killer, and it's been two weeks. How pathetic.
"...my mom's a police officer, she said all the victims have been stabbed."
Danielle overheard the conversation between the two girls. She grabbed her books and slammed the locker door shut.
"If I hear anymore about that stupid killer, I'm going to go nuts," She murmured to herself.
She walked to her class and was the first one in, besides the teacher standing behind his desk. Danielle took her usual spot in the back row.
Soon people piled in, all of them in groups. All of them talking about the murders.
Danielle sighed and started doodling on the cover of her
Good morning, TroubleFrom the darkness war is drippingGood morning, Trouble5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
through the seams of what we know
our hopes are stained, our dreams are wet
our lives will be drenched in it soon.
From the darkness war is dripping,
oozing out through gates and walls
if I were a river
I'd spill by now.
So open your eyes and see what I am,
I am contrast to you and your sabotage,
I am new.
The beast moved in the darkness, and the world felt it, like a shadow the stir crept over its surface, every tree, every blade of grass shivered under its slight vibrations. It was a prelude, a friendly 'Good morning' to the apocalypse.
Deep within a forest a naked man exited a cave. He scratched the back of his head and felt a bit weary. Was it time again already? He yawned, sunlight falling down through his well-kempt, waist-long blonde hair, and started the usual routine. He began with the senses, as always, closing his eyes and re-opening them a few times. He tried the same thing with his nose and ears only to find that there were apparently no m