Grievous: ReflectionLiving, breathing, organic life.Grievous: Reflection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warriors, blood, death sacrifice.
Pain, wounds, tears, and scars.
Love, strength, courage, will.
Swords, guns, fists, and speed.
Practice, battles, victories, triumph.
Close, protect, heal, sense.
Beach, death, shock.
Sadness, denial, depression, heartbroken.
work exchange, aid.
Loyalty, permanent, bomb
Mission, shuttle, martyr.
Taken, separatist, kept alive.
No arms, no legs, no mouth.
Life support, table, robotics.
Lifeless, careless, blunt.
Blood, slaughter, guts.
Body parts, replacements.
Transferred, tampered, tortured.
Wires, drills, parts.
Cold, lifeless, metal.
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
Nightmare UMVC3 MovesetNightmare UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Evil Spirit/Sword
Game Series: Soul Series
First Appearance: Soul Edge (1995)
Health: 1,050,000 HP Points
Voice Actor: Patrick Ryan
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 5
Fighting Ability: 7
Assist Alpha: Soul Edge Guillotine (Direct, Tilt Down)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Beta: Soul Edge Spear (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
Assist Gamma: Soul Wave (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: Soul Explosion
There was a time when a man named Siegfried Schtauffen took control of the Soul Edge, becoming powerless under the power of the blade. He eventually was able to retrieve his mentality and used the power of the holy blade Soul Calibur in order to save his body. He was separated from his Nightmare form and became the new wielder of Soul Calibur, while Inferno made a pact with Zasalmel, who made him a new body of his own. Thus Nightmare was born
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
The GuardianA carpet of silence crept over the jungle as Fang delicatly perched herself on a tree branch, the Jugle Goddess resting herself after her earlier ordeal. What was supposed to be a simple check on a troop of apes turned into an utter riot as a rival troop attacked without warning and as far as Fang saw it, without cause. She rubbed the deep scratches on her well toned arm as she thought about the issue from a philosophical prospective, trying to understand the need for such wanton violence in her jungle. The thought was lost on her, but not the irony, afterall she did resort to such extreme measures to bring the now uneasy peace that would last as long as she was around. That last realisation brought a slight smile to her crimson lips, while it may seem hyprocritical, Fang was at ease with herself; she did not condone violence but knew it had its place. Having endured the deafening shriek of the fight, the resting Godess began to enjoy the silence, yet her selfless side began to gThe Guardian1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 2Part Two: The Sincerest Form of FlatteryTwilight's Best Friend: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Much to Twilight's chagrin, Dewdrop Dazzle was not gone the next day. Nor the next. Not even the next. The new arrival had divided her time between constantly following Twilight about with a constant barrage of questions; and vanishing off into Ponyville without a word. Despite the peace and quiet, Twilight had found Dewdrop's absences to be even more worrying than when she was hanging about the house.
This was one such moment. Dewdrop had skipped out of the house at the earliest possible moment, not that Twilight had complained. However, the thought of what the strange blue pony could be up to had been gnawing away at Twilight's mind, and so she eventually decided to venture into the town to track down her 'guest'.
The sky was still littered with grey clouds, but patches of blue was breaking through, and the air was fresh and crisp as Twilight wandered through Ponyville. Dewdrop was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she
Dead Can DanceAliyah eyed the reticulated python curled up in cage in the corner of her room nervously; nervous because this was her first attempt at snake dancing, nervous because she'd heard the stories of how bad it could go, but most of all nervous because she could have sworn the massive constrictor was eyeing her back. Its gaze sent shivers down her spine.Dead Can Dance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She'd been belly dancing for seven years now, and at the encouragement of a friend, had decided to one day try working a snake into her routine. That day had come when she'd seen this particular python for sale. The thing was practically being given away, and sure she would never see a deal like that again, Aliyah bought it without hesitation. She still remained slightly apprehensive however. The whole thing seemed just a little too good to be true. Not to mention she was alone in the studio, but that was her own doing. Though a professional belly dancer, Aliyah rem
Wrestling and WrappingSusan smiled, getting into her sweat shorts and orange tank top, eager to begin what she wanted to do for a long time. A new sport had come out a year or two ago that involved wrestling with, and wearing down, large constrictor snakes. The smallest allowed were boa constrictors, but there was no such thing as 'too big' so far in wrestling matches. Susan had tried to get into the sport professionally, but the pigs in charge said that she had a limitation. She was too light to wrestle. Weight minimum for the pro's was 130 pounds. Susan was 114. Perhaps the first time a woman wanted to be heavier! Susan planned to show them though. She had been asked by a friend to babysit a certain Burmese python pet while her friend was out of town. Susan was only too happy to agree, having a plan in mind.Wrestling and Wrapping5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Okay Brutus, ready for wrestling?" the busty late teen asked, flicking some of her black hair behind her ear. Brutus was a very large and heavy Burmese python, weighing 238 pounds and was 23 feet lon
Christians close-minded? Rly?"Wait. What did you just say?"Christians close-minded? Rly?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I agree with you?"
"No, before that."
"...I'm a Christian?"
"I don't like Christfags."
"You heard me."
"So you're hating on me because I'm a Christian?"
"You people are close-minded hypocrites. So, yes."
"How am I a close-minded hypocrite?"
"You bash gay people. And bash anyone who doesn't believe in your Sky Fairy."
"When have I ever bashed gay people? Or anyone who has a different belief than me?"
"You're a Christian. So you have. End of story."
"...and you call me close-minded."
Of Girls and CoilsBaily squirmed in her chair, wrapped from her mouth to her ankles in electric tape. At her request, Baily had a friend bind her up well with restricting tape. Trouble was, Baily didn't tell her friend to undo her later. So now Baily attempted to squeeze out of her bindings, although it was clearly hopeless. She couldn't deny that she was sort of enjoying it though...Of Girls and Coils5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Baily was a half-Indian young woman with an amazing dark complextion and a perfect curvy body. And she was also quite proud of her very generous chest, which stuck out proudly from her body, showing up as a large swelling from the tape. She grunted, her legs and arms bound tight under the strong tape. She looked very much like a mummy or a fly spun up in a spider's web.
She huffed, her chest raising and falling with the strain. But then she heard the door behind her creak open.
'About time she came back!' Baily thought, believing it to be her friend returning to release her. She made a muffled shout but there was no reply.
My Little Dashie: Sick DayI woke up one Monday morning, hopped in the shower and got dressed for work. I wasn't exactly looking forward to getting up so early, after all, Dashie and I stayed up pretty late last night playing Checkers. We were still celebrating over her Cutie Mark, I know it's a bit obsessive, but I'm just so proud of her for getting it. Much to my surprise, she's quite the skilled Checkers player. She beat me every single game we played. Although I was sort of holding back, simply because I loved seeing her so happy especially when the reward was a big hug.My Little Dashie: Sick Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I peeked in on Dashie to make sure she knew that I was heading off to work. Upon opening her door, I noticed she was still in bed. This wasn't that unusual; she does usually get up about the same time I do, but she has been known to sleep in once in a while especially when she stays up real late.
"Get up Dashie" I called to her, trying not to startle her too much.
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
believe our God exists.
You cannot stay in a state of lacking belief in God. After all, my dog doesn't believe in God, either, but she's not an atheist. To state that you simply don't believe is not sufficient. There must be a reason. On a similar note, I don't believe "blind faith" is sufficient either. I don't just "believe" in God, I have reasons for my beliefs. Either you have accepted the idea of God, or you have rejected it.
So what is the cause for your rejection? What is the basis that you found this view on? When put under speculation, is it adequate? Is it flawed? Is it subjective? This first section of my "essay" deals with reasons you might have for rejecting that our God exists, and refuting them.
I believe there is no God because . . .
1. There's no proof.
That statement is subjective. I'm probably going to use this word a lot, so here's a quick definition: subjective means biased or one-s
Resistance, Chapter OneResistanceResistance, Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"See now the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire."
Chapter One: Twenty Years Later
Winter came early that year, bringing with it a piercing and frigid wind. The cold ate through anypony caught in its path, and even Daylight's thick wool sweater did little to hold back the chill.
In an effort to be as quiet as possible, she had used her magic to open the front door of her house before carefully stepping out into the darkness, and managed to shut it behind her with naught but a barely audible squeak. With any luck it would not disturb her Aunt, who was curled up in her bed with the deep sleep only elderly and very young ponies could really manage.
Daylight breathed a sigh of relief as she relished the relative safety of the open night. She had spent a great deal of time memorizing the layout of the house she and her Aunt Applejack had always (as far as she could remember, anyway) shared so that she could navigate in pitch darkness. Any l
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 4Part Four: Ponies Don't Fear The ReaperTwilight's Best Friend: Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight sat at the bottom of that dark pit cradling Dewdrop's body for what seemed like an eternity, though it couldn't have been longer than a few seconds. She shook constantly, sobbing into Dewdrop's matted, dusty hair.
"You stupid, silly pony" she whispered hoarsely to Dewdrop as she held her in her hooves, though she wasn't sure if she'd aimed that at Dewdrop or herself. Her head was awash with angry, guilty thoughts, her stomach was a boiling maelstrom and she wanted to be sick.
"There's no such thing as 'evil'" Princess Luna had once told her. "No pony gets up one morning and decides that they're going to go out and do bad things. They do bad things thinking that they're the most reasonable and logical reactions to a situation." Was it true? Had Twilight really gone too far? Was it more than just a terrible accident?
Not even Princess Luna in her darkest of hours had ever killed another pony. It was unheard of. Inconceivable.
Swallowed whole: attempt at short storyCarla had been told that the minor auditions for "Saw 15" were taking place back in the receiving area of packaging facility six, but this looked like every other warehouse she had seen in the area. No signs, no decorations, nothing indicating this was the right place except for the large “6“ above the main door. "Where the hell is everyone, and why the hell are these idiots holding auditions at a warehouse?" she thought out loud. She didn't see any cars except hers outside in the parking lot, or any signs of lights or other activity inside.Swallowed whole: attempt at short story9 months ago in Horror More Like This
The main entrance door that she parked next to was locked, and no one answered her frantic knocking. She decided to take a look around, but she was hardly dressed for the frigid cold. She struggled to walk at more than a slow pace due to her very tight dress, and high heels. After walking impatiently around for a few minutes, she noticed dim light coming from inside one of t
FoE: Broken SteelFoE: Broken Steel3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stable 88, a control Stable constructed by Stable-Tec over two hundred years ago to protect over five hundred ponies from a Mega Spell Disaster. It did its job, it saved those who made it into the Stable when the call came out, but it also sealed the fate of them all too. When the bombs fell and the giant steel door rolled into place and was driven in by the mechanical arm, it broke. No pony had ever found out what happened but they say that the vibrations from the bombs damaged a vital internal component that jammed the steel door's locking system in place, permanently sealing the Stable from the outside world.
For two hundred or so years the huge Stable continued life, everypony lived and died as the years passed. The Stable was supposed to house six hundred but when the door closed, only five hundred and fifty two made it in. Despite this, the Stable was said to house enough genetic diversity to allow the populace to live in the Stable for at
Beauty and BestalityHinata rested on a towel on a Brazilian beach, sunglasses masking her eyes from the sun. Her smooth and slender body was clad in only a revealing black bikini that matched her dark hair. She was attempting to get more sun to increase her tan. She chose this secluded spot specifically, so as to elude any prying eyes of prowling males. She had succeeded, for human males at least.Beauty and Bestality5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
In the murky nearby water there was a tiny pair of beady eyes, hardly dicernable from the other flotsom in the water. But just beneath those two eyes was the body of a simply massive male anaconda. It was now in the process of stalking young Hinata as a tasty meal. She seemed quite preoccupied with whatever it was she was doing, and therefore would be easy to sneak up on.
Slowly and surely, with patience needed for such an efficient predator, the anaconda slithered up onto the land and headed towards Hinata without making even a hint of a sound.
Within minutes, the huge anaconda was right next to Hinata, who had
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 3Part Three: Dewdrop Dazzle Must Die!Twilight's Best Friend: Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight had woken early the next morning just as the sun was rising. She had managed to sneak out of the house without Dewdrop waking up, or so she had hoped. Ponyville looked beautiful as the sun reflected off the glistening water left from last night's storm, but Twilight had no time to appreciate it. She was on a mission.
Carefully making sure she wasn't followed, Twilight had trekked to the far outskirts of Ponyville, to a mountainous, treacherous region just outside of the Whitetail Woods known locally as the 'Rocky Mountains' despite technically being a collection of rocky hills. Ponies generally never ventured this far out there was nothing interesting for miles save for craggy rocky spires and stony mounds where nothing would grow. It was here that she lifted the spade she had brought and began digging.
The ground was hard, and even though Twilight was using her magic to lift the spade, it still took a good few hours until she
Peripeteia: ProlougeThe hole is open. The story begins.Peripeteia: Prolouge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky is dark over the Everfree forest. There are stars that shine in the air, but they do not glitter. They seem painted on, mainly for show. They seem slightly wrong. Even the moon, caught between half and crescent as it wanes in time and fades away, seems strangely artificial, with a shape too bulky, and craters too big.
The Everfree forest seems natural enough, darkened to near blackness as it is, but it is strangely without sound. There is wind, as it blows at Force Three or Four, tugging at every branch and leaf, whistling as they undulate in the breeze. But the animals are absent. Nature seems silenced. As if all that grew, moved, thought and ate were at some secret place of worship. Or if they had fled from some great, powerful force of destruction.
A few leaves individually flit between the trees. Was that a rabbit, darting behind the tree? The grass bends and sways.
Then comes the step. Water parts and leaps, in the wake of the ste
Meet'n SleepWhere am I?!; is the first thing that goes through your mind after you've opened your eyes.Meet'n Sleep4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're surrounded by huge trees and thick, green bushes. You blink perplexed, aren't you supposed to be [insert former whereabouts and occupation here] and now you're in this vast jungle, for that is what you have confirmed.
You can hear the sounds of distant and nearby animals, the rustling of plants on the ground and leafs high above your head. And then the heat hits you. It is a dry heat that makes it hard to breath for the first few seconds. The air seems to be thick around these parts, almost like you can cut it with a knife but you have no knife with you. In fact, all you are wearing is [insert sparse clothing here].
How the hell did this happen?!
You are confused, but strangely not afraid. There has to be an explanation why you're here.
After some more wondering inspection of your new environment you decide that there is no point in just standing around. Driven by curiosity you start
Resistance, PrologueResistanceResistance, Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Simply the thing I am, shall make me live."
Prologue: Lost in the Fire
Thrumming rain and thrashing leaves overwhelmed the usual silence of the mid-afternoon air. The library was dark, much too dark for anypony to see properly. The tall, book-filled rooms were usually flooded with sunlight, which on most days would pour through the great tree house's numerous windows and spill onto the floor like an overturned barrel of Sweet Apple cider. Today, however, there was no sun to be spiltat least none that could be seen by the unicorn filly that crept through the shelves of the library in search of a family treasure. Apparently, the building's resident dragon had not cared to light even a single candle.
The Pegasus ponies had set up a regular tempest, something that they had to do every so often when a scheduled drizzle was skipped. That seemed to happen quite frequently lately, though no pony was entirely sure why. Lightning arced across the sky, connecting with the
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 1Part One: Strangers in the NightTwilight's Best Friend: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight Sparkle buried her head in her book as she tried to concentrate, shutting out the crashing of the torrential rain and the wailing of the wind outside her house. Try as she might however, she couldn't shut out the wailing that was going on inside.
"But Twilight!" Spike moaned, tugging at her shoulder. "You said you'd read me a bedtime ghost story! That was an hour ago!"
Twilight rolled her eyes and slammed shut the archaeology textbook she'd been studying. "Fine Spike, fine!" she huffed, trotting over to the pesky dragon and opening the tattered book he had been clutching in his paws. "But if you get scared again, I'm not staying up all night making it better!"
Spike frowned. "But Twilight, that WAS a scary story! I mean, it was a VERY hungry caterpillar! The book even had HOLES in it!" He trembled again, eyes darting round the room as if a caterpillar would lurch out of the shadows at him.
Twilight gave a long, protracted sigh and